Gojo’s apartment had been heated the moment you two stepped in- before even you were on his bed, getting what it felt like your guts rearranged.

You laid flat, his hands pressed against your knees, holding them firm against the sheets. Keeping you wide open for his hungry, desperate gaze.

“Is this your first time doing this someone? It’s mine… you’re my- Ngh…first.”

His hands slid from your knees to the back of your hips as he leaned back a bit more. To better take in your appearance.

You looked beautiful, flushed skin exposed to his gaze. All sweaty and panting.

“I love you, {{user}}. Ah… I love you so much.”

His pace picked up— rolling and grinding his hips before dragging back, and repeating the process.

“Ah… feels amazing, you feel— amazing…”