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

Chapter 11

"What was that?" Aspirated at the audacity that Gojo had to shut up the one person you extremely don't like, you watch from the corner of your vision as Gojo nonchalantly walks along the path.

He garners a lot of attention, his hands sullen in his pockets except the one holding your hand in his that however gets driven into his pant pockets, warm and large, a little callused. A contempt smirk rests on his face, you were wondering if he was free but seeing him now only answers that question but why come all the way to your college and how did he know you were there?

He's a mysterious man.

"Hmm, what was what?" He mimics your attitude stopping at the red light, you gawk at him, is this how's he like outside the bedroom?

"You're annoying." Whispering more so to yourself but somehow Gojo hears, he debates to being overly inconsiderate seeing as you are his fuckbuddy, he does intend to smash later this day, he doesn't want to see you mad just quite yet.

Gojo doesn't normally take his girls out but seeing as he sensed you calling for him, he couldn't help it plus he wanted to see the slimy little shit that gave you such a terrible experience as far as to nearly traumatize sex for you. He wasn't surprised to find that weasel riddled with a curse, a grade 4, it immediately vanished in his presence. It must have been the source of his problems that or he's just an arse.

But despite being in an area prone to curses and such especially being around a student with many worries in her final year of study he finds none, no curses or lingering footprints. It's as if they don't affect you, you intrigue him in this aspect but for now his mind only has one thing on it and that's Ban-pin, he's never tried it before and intends to treat you to it despite having already had it yourself.

You've learnt in the short days of knowing Gojo that he has a really bad sweet tooth and his habit to always be nibbling on something extends out to his sexual fantasies and pleasures.

Gojo brings you along towards one of the bushy hotels found in Yokohoma city, InterContinental Yokohoma Pier 8, you gasp at the extravagant hotel. If you remember correctly this place is 36,000 yen a night and here is Gojo just flaunting his money around and he's not even batting an eye. Just how rich is this man?

You don't dare utter a word when he drags you into the reception area to just book a room like that click of his fingers and he has one of the grander suites out of all the rooms here. You follow him as he allows you to enter your agape mouth doesn't falter looking out onto the decked balcony. Looking over your shoulder to see the wide grin on his face, Gojo slips the blindfold off already scanning the area for a towel.

In that moment you just had no idea who this man was, but from the many stories Morgan has told you, you could never pass up an opportunity like this. You're fucking a millionaire and he loves your pussy enough to spend such money willy nilly.

The afternoon breeze starts flowing by the closed umbrellas out on the decks rattle slightly, the unclasped fabrics flap like a flag. The opening and closing of the bathroom ensuite door clasps to a close, you look back just because of the sudden sound but thankful that you did. Gojo stands dripping still his hair flopped all around his forehead, sticking to it moistened.

"Urgh, hi." Oh no, Gojo clocks onto your nervous state visibly not well by the sight of him.

He walks over taking you by the hands his lips hooking up with your own, his wet body pressing against your own, you try to wiggle away from his claws but once Gojo has a hold of you there's no way of getting out. Between your legs however his not so little friend begins to rise and poke you like a hilt of sword, groaning into his mouth pressing against him.

The sex is just that good.

But he doesn't stay in place for long falling back onto the feather filled duvet and pristine sheets, his dip of his weight making creases of it, legs spreading apart and the knot of his towel loosening. Standing between him, Gojo begins lifting your heavy sweater over your head and eating away onto your abdomen.

Soft wet kisses smudge up and down all over your stomach, as his large hands grope and palm you through your black leggings, still damp the clothes instantly stick to you. Soft methodical movements in an up and down way slowly creating tension between your thighs, your hands find places on his muscular shoulders keeping you in place from falling.

The sudden touch buckles your knees, his wet dampening hands touching you in such a sensitive area, something tingly begins to sputter out of your tight tiny little hole. Is this his doing?

You watch as Gojo has his way with you, unlinking your black leggings from your waist and peeling it back like a banana skin, beneath are your bare thighs, and embarrassingly so your childish panties. You, after all didn't intend today would be your meetup day and had forgotten this when the thought came to you an hour before hand.

"Oho, what's this?" Gojo smirks his chuckles lightening the embarrassing heavy mood laying thick mostly on your shoulders, you curl up scrunching your eyes to a close, gasping when the feeling of his gnashes slips over the elastic band.

"Ahh~ngh~" Biting your lip and curling your fingers around his skin, he senses your close to something and he feels the small vibrations on his palm.

Ah, he must have turned you on with the litter touches. Smiling finally Gojo moves to pull back and let go of your panties between his teeth the sensation firing back onto your bare abdomen.

Looking down confused with a head tilt and slightly disappointed that this is it, maybe he's not in the mood but on the contrary, Gojo is only getting started, he holds you by the hips looking up into your (e/c) eyes.

"Have you ever sucked cock before?"

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Not again, stay tuned for some bj