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

Chapter 25

If you knew what Gojo had in mind as exciting you would've taken Usui's offer in going out an hour ago.

After not only having one of the best dates where there was no expectation no favour you had to give out or really anything of the sort, Usui turned out to be a real gentlemen and only offered for more after disclosing he also enjoyed today. It's why now feels like a sin, jumping trains too quickly and quite literally as Gojo shoves you against the cubical door his hands already down your pants.

How romantic.

Moaning out trying to muffle them against your lips and grinding teeth as you feel his lips devouring your neck as his hand thrusts in and out between your thighs. Rubbing from your clitoris to a slow pull down to the dip all the way back to your ass cheeks. Somewhat glad you wore silk panties today not because you had sex in mind but because you wanted to feel fancy, that and it's laundry day.

"Fuck, I don't think I can be gentle today." Gojo hushes out in a whisper against your ear lobe it sends a shiver all the way down to your never regions, gasping at the strangely attractive stimulation.

Turning around, head arching over your shoulder as you glimpse at the devastation one man can do to your skin before smashing them to his own. He presses himself against your behind, his erect penis pokes and prods at you still caged by his trousers. Gojo's other hand works it way under your dress clumping it before quickly like a snake wrapping themselves around your breast, he had made quick work before locking the cubical to unfasten the bindings to your bra.

"Shut up and just fuck me." You say breaking from his lips, the confidence swooning him as a light breaks inside his mind.

Oh, you have no idea what you've just unleashed.

Pinching and pulling at your hard nipples your back lurches and your chest retreats further into his chest, he smiles then twisting and massaging it between his fingers you lull your head back exposing a long trail for him to lick and suck upon. Hot heated breaths exhale out from your gaping lips then when you focus on what's happening, the frill of it all. The soft wetness between your thighs as you feel it flutter and begin to stimulate, the most turned on you felt yet knowing you could be caught at any moment.

"Okay, but I ain't gonna be nice." He adds more to himself knowing he's teetering on a sharp edge, something he's never done before.

Gojo Satoru is at war with himself.

And he doesn't know if it's a good or bad thing yet.

So, for the time being he'll fill his entire being with the only escapism he knows, sex.

Pushing your hand against the door finally gaining strength, muffling and silencing yourself as you feel him waste no time in getting down to business, that's what it's always been about anyway, just you and him fucking. No feelings, no relationship other than the physical one.

But now you understand why Morgan was so adamant in you protecting yourself because you feel the sharpness in your own actions scraping at your healing heart. Swallowing you let it flow through the touch of this man, the only man to know where to touch you to make your hips buck and shake, where to kiss you to feel your pulse quicken, the man to make you succumb and submit to him as you melt within his hands.

He's moulded you to his liking and maybe you're not entirely against it as you thought you would be. His plaything.

Yelping, Gojo strips you of your panties in one swift action practically ripping them from your legs and shoving them into his pocket as he kicks your legs open. You groan out feeling his strong palm pressing down onto your back forcing you to arch bending over, hands clammy against the plastic door of the toilet cubical.

"I'm going to fuck you now, you fucking slut." He whispers as he pulls out his bulging cock from his trousers, underwear hanging loosely by his mid thighs. "Make sure to scream." You feel his tip smear and press against your tight little pussy, both of his hands holding your hips in place before slapping into you.

The door jiggles against it's hinges as the force thrusts you off centre pressing your front to the door, the hardness of it pricking your erect nipples, groaning out. It was like an animal was unleashed fucking you between the legs not giving a damn about the strength and even if someone did come inside you know he would just be spurred on by the risk and go harder.

"Argh~fuck~there~right there~Yess~Gawdddd~" Swallowing the last syllable as his hand comes up and grabs at your throat squeezing in a possessive manner.

Biting his lip angry at himself for allowing him to get so worked up over nothing, he shouldn't have any qualms with you dating, it's not like he can't move on. It's been fun while it lasted. He thinks this whilst fucking you against a door thrashing your insides.

Maybe he has gotten a little lost in all of it, it's not the first time and it won't be the last, but this time is different, you, you're making it difficult for him and he can't just give it up this time. Straining his grip around your throat as if he were trying to prove a point, but to who? Gojo doesn't answer as his other hand slips down from your hip and down to your front playing and fingering at your clit.

Your wet, more so than before, and because he didn't prep you, you're tighter and grip stronger onto him like a sucker or that toy you both used the other day. Just remembering how it tingled and flicked against your clit and your trembling form, closing your eyes you let him take over, eating you whole.

"Look at you, you're so wet it could feed the driest of lands, and you still would be leaking." The goo dripping and coating his digits as he spreads your folds apart before going back to rubbing the head in circles.

Gojo's tongue licks and scrapes along the edge of your neck and jaw your throat still in his control, softening it to allow you still to be a moaning mess in his wake. There's no end goal, not now, not when all he can think of is finishing inside and you dripping with him. The thought of you standing before him with white cream running rivers down your legs is just enough for him to grunt.

He stumbles backwards onto the toilet seat, legs wide mid-fall his dick quickly drew free, and you yelped when a small squirt poured into you and up your ass down your thighs.

Panting, the both of you Gojo takes you by the hand twirling you around to sit on his lap. His eyes hidden by the blindfold watching with a predatory gaze as he locks onto his pant leg growing wetter and whiter the longer you sit on him.

"You're going to finish on me." Eyes widening you freeze, since when did he become so mad?

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The long awaited Gojo's thoughts and feelings reveal