No Strings Attached- gojo x reader/geto x reader

If it's with you

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   "You know me."

   Neither of you dared to breathe.

The faint luminescence of the city just outside your window, alive and unaware, caressed the brilliant colors of his irises. You could see each stroke of all the different blues that made up his striking eyes, and your reflection in them, frozen still. You were so close you need only tilt your chin up to meet his lips.

   His lips.

   You took in the smoothness of them, and the light, soft curves that beckoned you closer. The way the corners lifted when your fingers ghosted over them.

They were soft, inviting pillows and you found you were more and more intrigued to rest on them.

   Distantly, you were aware of what you were doing. That you'd moved closer into his touch. That your face had angled perfectly to align your mouth to his.

   Your fingers mimicked his own, tracing his lips as he had just done with yours. You tried to stop yourself, you needed to stop, you told yourself.

   But the gentle indent above his lip was begging for you to smooth it over. For you to drag your thumb down the middle, gently pulling down his bottom lip.

   His breath hitched ever so slightly,
but it was enough to knock you out of this haze.

   You quickly snatched your hand back, moving away from your intent focus on his lips to examine the rest of his features.

   Confused.

  Or was it sadness that hinted behind his beautiful gaze?

   You wouldn't know, it was gone just as you recognized it. His brows softening and his eyes flicking back to your lips, a shy smile touched his own and he leaned in once again.

   "You're drunk."  You reasoned, for why else would he be acting this way?

   There was a heat growing in your core, warming your body, your face felt flush and your breathing was beginning to stagger. Your heart hammering in your chest so hard you were sure he could see it, the way he was analyzing you so intently.

   "No, y/n, I can assure you," he breathed a light laugh,  "I'm painfully sober." His breathing seemed just as erratic as yours.

   He kept coming closer, and you didn't make a move to stop him though some part of you was screaming to stay away and not get into this.

But in this moment, everything else seemed far away. Ignorant to consequences of the future.

You knew him, this was comfortable. It was okay if it was with him... right?

   You knew he would stay, he was your best friend, he wouldn't leave so easily and you could still be friends after. Nothing had to change.

   One hand reached to rest on your cheek, the other carefully laying on your hip to draw himself closer.

"Can I?" He whispered a hairs breadth from your lips.

   You responded with that small tilt of your chin to his.

Your lips grazed each other's, testing, and asking once again, did you two really wanna go down this path? It wasn't one you could come back from.

You found, you didn't care.

His hair was soft and silky, curled in your hands as you pulled him closer, pressing against his lips harder. Your every inhale was filled with his sweet and smoky aroma making your head spin, or was it the taste of him that was so intoxicating? The feeling?