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

Chapter 24

If there's one thing to note, Gojo Satoru hasn't tasted pussy in a while.

Crouching down watching the world go by, it's been a while since he's last done anything, work's been tying him down too much like a deranged wife not something he's too fond of. But then again, he is all they got against creatures like that. Something that used to be special is nothing more than that the underside of his shoe, a squashed bug in his case.

Nothing challenges him anymore.

His student too busy with dealing with the extra side kick, Gojo waits it out knowing the strength Fushiguro has. He can do it, he tells himself. And it's not long till the duo turns into a trio, the second first year still awaiting confirmation from her teacher to allow her to go.

Sighing, his minds eye wanders to a particular long legged tasty cream, ass worth biting over and those perky little titties only to be topped off like a cherry on top, your beautiful face. Humming, fingers itchy and tapping against his knee a race inside his chest deciding one peek couldn't hurt, peeling back his black blindfold so dark that not even the small stitching holes allow light through, just one corner one side his long white lashes flutter open.

It was an instant push countless faces from all over Japan pushes over and through his mind, from woman and children to curses lurking in small crevasse and large abandoned buildings to a small robust café. Outside on such a daringly beautiful day stands you, a small frown coating your lips as your head tips downwards into your phone screen.

Mouth drying, heart thumping Gojo blinks and drowns in your appearance like a dying man. Breathtaking, you're so beautiful.

Feeling like a teenage boy again he wants to ravage you, tearing the dress from your body like an animal lost in heat, the cute white floral ruffle trim flaring and swaying in the small breeze. Your face protected by the shadow of the sun hat a small tug dances across your lips.

Licking his own lips leaning backwards into the wall he remembers to keep one eye open as Fushiguro finishes off the curse, it was a test run for him and Gojo needed to exercise his teaching skills some more. It's not much of a flex to being the strongest if you can't even teach your students how to be the best.

It wasn't until his breath hitches when he continues watching you, prompt yourself off the wall and the smile is not sent to him but to some guy. Ah, so that's why you're dressed up, you're on a date.

For some reason, a tick mark crosses his temple.

Fushiguro frowns at his teacher obviously not going down that road again, sighing, he quickly places himself in front of the man currently too lost in his thoughts to do anything. What can he do, that's not a question but a list something he's been holding back on. You and him in many sex positions, your red face scrunched up from pleasure and pain, but now this, he should be happy not care that you're moving on from your ex, Gojo essentially played the rebound.

But now a sour taste lingers in his mouth.

"Gojo-Sensei?" Quickly reverting back to his happy sporadic fun self never forgetting what he's feeling.

"Megumi-kun look at you now gotten all big and strong, ah, aren't I a greatest teacher the world has ever seen, just the best?" Ignoring the disgusted look his student is giving him, they begin to move out back to school.

"Yes, that's right, I am." Gojo continues the one-sided conversation his mood masked by his childish inferior persona of the devil lying thick behind it.

Fushiguro sighs.

It's an exciting thing indeed to be desired, enough so to be taken out on a date. It's been too long since something like this has happened it almost felt foreign when he prompted for such an outing but now you shiver like a cold breath down your spine.