fuck buddies don't act like this (Gojo x Reader)

Chapter 6

It wasn't till late Friday rolled around that a text came from Gojo, you figured it must be because he's a teacher and not that you were concerned that he forgot about you. You, yourself had stuff to do throughout the week art doesn't miraculously be made by itself, and many projects later you find yourself now at Gojo's place.

The only instruction was to dress light, Morgan had helped with that area with her slutty hoe expertise coming through, she did however make you remember to talk to him. It had come a few days ago that you were in all clear and you made an appointment for next week if all goes as planned.

It's safer than sorry, a contract between you and Gojo will be formed today.

His house is much bigger than you had imagined but like you remember correctly you weren't particularly following the house decor to the T or admiring any art fixtures he may have. Inside he does however have art, a few sculptures and some modern contemporary art pieces but he did give off that vibe.

He must work for some private institute to pay for all of it, art doesn't come cheap nor does this penthouse suite on the outskirts of Tokyo.

Gojo afar from down the hall takes out two wine glasses rich and frosted at the bases as well as a 12-year red wine bottle. He admires your form; content is evidence as you lean closer towards his oldest piece he's had in his collection. The black satin dress just clings to all the right hooks on your body, it's short and creases around your perky ass, the side slit rising higher.

He senses your hesitation however and knows of your recent visit to the sexual health clinic, maybe it was that friend of yours to be all worried but there is no place for that, he needs to cover some points if this relationship is to work.

"Y/n." Slowly turning around to the name slipping out from his lips, the low levels of light make the atmosphere seem sensual, he brings you towards the black chairs closest to the window wall.

"You like wine?" You nod, watching him effortless pop the cork out from the green nozzle, the muffled pop smacks his hand.

Gojo watches you watch him, a critiques gaze must be in all artist, but he can't find any flaws in himself when he knows how much and how many women rile up at the sight of him, he's had many claims they cum just from his face. But you are so fresh and wet behind the ears doesn't even know she's in the presence of a god.

Quite literally if she knew.

He could ruin you with all styles of play but Gojo wishes to have fun as well as you, so he'll get to that sort of play later but for now he wants you to experience all kinds of sex enough so that by the end of tonight he'll not worry how many rounds is your limit.

"How come you didn't wear a condom when we did it?"

It was shock, he didn't expect you to take the first step maybe he's underestimated you, virgins are always submissive with their tops, but you aren't afraid to say it how it is, not even a blush on your cheeks.

"Ah, I would've worn one, but I was too excited. But most of the time I wear one and don't worry I only fuck women that are clean." Gojo slides the now full glass in your direction the red almost shimmery liquid slips and slides on the crystal edge.

Nodding along as if he could read your thoughts.

"I would like to fuck you again but this time with no strings attached and all the fun a one-night stand has but we meet each other whenever." Gojo rest his chin on the bridge of his knotted fingers his bright ocean eyes dulled by the light and hidden by the shades of his glasses squint.

A little smirk dances on your lips, a tug and pull a little bite of flesh between your teeth, it's very hot to have someone tell you that and with such an endearing face.

"I would like that, too." Your fingers caress the rim of the wine glass before taking the rich red between your lips, smooth and silky it effortlessly glides down and throughout your mouth.

The aftertaste sweetens longer as you swallow, throughout all that Gojo watches you, under the table he clenches his left fist gripping his beige trousers. His restraint to hold you right now is as damning as the elder's rule over the jujutsu sorcerers.

"By no strings I mean no feelings, we'll just be fuck buddies." You follow his gesture with his index and middle finger creating a scissors effect on his right hand.

"Okay."

He sighs, it might be something light-hearted now, but he's encountered many women comings to him proclaiming their love, he understands it's the love drug which is made during sex getting you to a high you've never felt before. But what Gojo wants a partner that understands that he can't be there emotionally and physically, he can't just say to them, I'm one of the most powerful jujutsu sorcerers around and that puts a target on your head for being a non-cursed user.

That and it's also because he doesn't like feelings.

"Okay." He copies you.

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Let's get down and dirty now shall we