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

Chapter 30

A/N: This chapter is long, like I'm sorry pls enjoy 😀

Heart thrumming against your ribs as if it was infected with rabies like a rabid dog foaming drool from the whites of its fangs. Jittery as a prey animal staring into the face of death, jaws, teeth and all as you walk upon the long drive of Gojo Satoru's house. It had taken 43 minutes on the bus seeing as you opted to be alone with yourself than get this done without a game plan.

He seemed mad over the phone, a seething undertone to his voice, husky and trapped by something rattling his cage that unsettled you. Gojo is someone you don't want to make mad however this conversation needs to happen. You'll make it so; it needs to happen even if both of you don't want to come to terms with the end. This relationship has come to terms with its expiry date, or it will soon as your knuckles collide with the dark oak of the door.

Thump

Thump

Thump

The large door opens the ominous feeling never deteriorating like the creepy crawly fibrous feeling of millions of spiders running down the curve of your spine, a waterfall of a cold shiver. Gritting your teeth as crescent moons stab the underside of your palm, bracing for impact.

"Y/n-chan, you made it. Come on in I have something to show you." The bright sparkles glowing around his person, Gojo whisks you away inside quickly locking the door.

Heading towards the living space finding it that much darker and the hallways chillier, it's as if no one's been home all day long, it could be that or the strange feeling wafting off Gojo as you enter the main living space. There on the glass coffee table sits atop a red ribboned black matte box, squeaking as you feel hands come up and around your shoulders cupping them in place, Gojo smirks looking atop your head at the box. Candles lit, the long drapes of the curtains ¾ closed with the city of Tokyo entering its nightlife.

"Gojo listen I've got something-"

Putting a finger to your lips shushing you as he quickly with a cheek in his steps moves around you to retrieve the box gesturing for you to take it. It was hesitation that made you waver from the darkness hiding behind his eyes, somewhere in the depths of his blues and sparkling specks there's a darkness floating and hiding there. You shiver again, as you slowly take the box, legs trembling as they slip down to the white leather sofa, Gojo finding himself perching on the armchair like a vulture to a dying distressed deer.

Pinching the red bow watching as it easily unravels, gulping you quickly look up to find the proud smirk of Gojo watching you endearingly. Holding your breath, you march on calmly with a tremble in your throat letting the lid slip from the box with a satisfying plunk. Unfolding crinkling black tissue paper that hides the goods inside, releasing the breath between your lips slowly peeling away the fiery black flames burning your fingertips. Blinking once you shake away that thought peeling away the last thread already seeing the trinkets hiding in the depths of black. Leather, pink fluffy cuffs, black cat ears headband and whatever black lacy thong covers oh wait it doesn't with the gap between the centre where the opening forms for easy access.

Swallowing quickly.

This is kinky and a little... risqué.

Looking up to find Gojo has moved, with a tickle of hot breath trailing down the nape of your neck as his hand pushes away your hair massaging the skin with his thumb. His lips finding your shoulder with small love bites up the way to your earlobe the tip of his tongue flick it like a cherry sending chills throughout your body all the way down to the epicentre of your innards. Scrunching your thighs together involuntarily, fingers grazing against the smooth surface of the matte cover of the box as you wait for it.