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

Chapter 27

It had been a wistful of days passed since the bathroom scene, you figured Gojo really does have a life other than whoring himself to you and what the fuck was that all about? That rough, possessive kind of sex, it's not like he has any right to be jealous, it's not like he has any feelings for you.

You just can't with him anymore, he's starting to get on your nerves with how self-righteous and the cocky bastard he is. Someone needs to bring him to his knees, yanking the book from the table about abstract forms.

"Y/n, you alright?" Morgan chirps, huffing you unintentionally scowl at her but thankful for how she reads you.

"That bad huh?" Nodding in silence she takes you to a deserted hallway so you both can speak in peace.

"It's just – god damnit – it's just fucking Gojo, fucking, fucktard." Physically shaking off whatever is rattling your boat you turn to the hallway length windows back to Morgan.

You don't see the pitiful look she gives you.

Sighing you let everything flow out. How his childishness is just the reckoning to his immaturity and his gentle but rough way about going around things. How his heart is on his sleeve mostly pointing him the direction of another whore if not you then who?

Probably some other bitch he has in his collection, gritting your teeth anger swelling up inside of you as you begin to pace in circles like a tiger stalking it's prey. Despite disorientating yourself you can't help but linger on the verge of ending things, you have another date coming up and maybe this one can be it.

The chance of change is coming.

"what do you want to do?" Morgan states the question out there, a life line to a sinking ship.

What do you really want to do?

As a tear runs down the side of your cheek closest to the dark you let it out, all of it, flowing. Your lip quivering in your effort to mask your sobs feeling powerless against someone who doesn't even need you to satisfy his needs. A toy to play with upon his chess board, gnawing you away to mere nothingness.

"I want to bring him to his knees." Scrunching your face up in seething rage less directed at anyone in particular and more internally, you finally look up.

Morgan smiles wickedly.

"I have the perfect plan."

Apparently that plan includes six-inch curved yellow bananas and ice cream sticks, as well as an entire packet of condoms. What are you going to do, masturbate to a banana?

That would be different, maybe the curve will hit your g-spot. Morgan places down the many treats inside your tiny kitchen that takes up not even a quarter of your entire living space. A small below the knee coffee table and only a microwave/oven next to the small fridge, it's not much but it does the job for you.

Sitting down onto your cushion, Morgan with hers, she comes around so much you just bought her one of her own cushions. A smug look decorates her lips as she scrolls onto her phone, your eyes linger on the bananas, it can only mean one thing.

"Okay, so take a banana and peel it." You follow her instruction; you find that Morgan is also going along with this silly but rather ingenious plan of hers.

"And then open your mouth and pop the banana inside, try not to touch it with your teeth. The banana doesn't have the protection of the shell which mirrors the delicacy of a man's dick." Opening your mouth as wide as you can ignoring the urge to bite down onto the fruit, this isn't for that.

Smiling into it, eyes watching Morgan as she recites whatever weird forum she is reading off from.

"Go as far as you can before you feel like gagging and then just let your tongue sit on the bottom of the banana and suck." Staring at the pale-yellow soft fruit the wafting smell of bananas sifting through your nostrils.

It's not that you don't like bananas but if you had to choose between an apple and a banana it would most definitely be the apple. 100% of the time.

Shoving the piece inside your mouth despite the weird flavouring you can't decide on whether you hate it or love it before the first reaction of wanting to gag as the tip hits your uvula. Eyes watering in an involuntary response you feel a light tap on your other spare hand, looking up you see the worrying gaze of Morgan, removing the banana to speak.

"I just can't do it." Shaking your head as your hand falls down to your lap, banana still in hand.

"You'll get it eventually, these things take time. Let's move on to the milk sticks maybe they'll be better for you." Placing the banana down to one side as you take the pale pink wrapper of the milk stick that Morgan retrieved from the freezer.

"Okay, with this one it maybe cold but unlike the banana it's slightly firmer and because it'll start to melt it'll give you that same feeling of pre-cum." Her phone plunks down onto the small wood coffee table, as she too rips the wrapper revealing a white stick.

The smell of ice cream tender your nostrils from the foul smell of banana's, following the same instructions as before you place the stick atop your tongue sucking it. The coldness giving you a new sensation, it's the total opposite of the heat and warmth that you already know of from that disaster of a show you did for Gojo back in the hotel.

Maybe this could work.

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We all know what's coming girlies
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