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

Chapter 34

Downtown the elixir of heat and lust arouses throughout the refined chatter of the high noble class, men with riches gleaming from their pockets, women dripping with pleasure. The smooth roughness of the dangling legs caressing palms, the sickening smell of toxic smoke lingering in the air; tobacco, and a mixture of expensive perfumes the ladies of the club layered upon themselves like smog.

The thick inky drapes of her shadowy tendrils split past her ear as she dipped further, deeper swallowing him whole. Chey was her name for tonight sat on her heels, knees cushioned by the softness of the floor ready and waiting for more play if wanted, her low hanging neck line falling into the crevices of her stomach. Sat back watching eyes falling down without conceding them upon the perky pushed up tits. A lazy gulp between his lips the fire of the woman halfly sat next to him, her sharp curved claws trekking miles across the fine silk of his pearl shirt rippling with the tidings of her desires. Grunting with a buck of movement Gojo's knee tightens upon the woman down below her snaky tongue slithering out with a lick against the head. They both matched in their dark colours of sin, glistening cheeks implying full of riches and glamour, their bodies slinked to perfection.

And he knows now that something is off, falling off the edge, the balance shifting.

Hard, semi hard and slowly growing, he simmers with that thought not even the finest women he can buy for the time he allows for can secure it. It's fiddly now worst since the encounter with Gabi striking a cord with him, every push, every breath harder than the last not coming as easily like before when things were easier, simpler but nothing in his life has ever been simple.

Not in terms outside his control.

Red and deep like blood that he's seen countless times now smears down the girls lips smudging her makeup further trying, trying so hard to make him look at her. Keep his undivided torn attention on her, but to no avail Gojo lingers on the dark expanse of his mind, his brows furrowed. Is there something wrong with him? It couldn't be what Gabi had said, had it really any affect on him, she says things like that, twisted words, hopeful and even sinful it's nothing compared to the lips they belong to. She's a master of words, a mistress in clothes of sheer, thin lace, fabrics dressed to arouse and impress, of course her statement lingers now stitched into his mind.

Taking root there, unwanted.

Finding his favourite; with a scoff the women have a look between each other, it's not uncommon for men to stroll into their abode indifferent and wealthy, very wealthy. Gojo no different from them but to be so preoccupied and hard to satisfy does make them wonder what a charm of a woman had bewitched him, stolen their coin. But when they look at him, when anything but the bland scope of his features tells them nothing and his eyes covered with that damned blindfold they unanimously agree that whoever this woman was had greatly affected him into a solemn glum state.

Only pleasure of lust can comfort him now in their graces of false pretences of love, acceptance ,and warmth as they scoop up the remainder of him and hold him. Gojo too lost in his thoughts to even stop them as they make him feel loved, a replacement, a useless drug to his gnawing addiction. His mind vast with many dark spots of swirling madness, a craving beast thirsty for red and hungry for want and desires but unsure with this newfound conception.

Is it something biological making him incompetent, something broken?

No it can't be he would have felt it by now, of course. Nothing crosses him without his say so, figuratively and literally, a layer of air of his making only allowing things he deems so. Making this scenario in conclusively as to whether its sub-atomic or an external crisis, nothing of the sorts of a internal mental wall. He has met people in his working life, personal life that believe that mind over matter connect to the body in some way, that the soul is linked to how the body behaves. He could say that his soul is behaving rather rashly, childishly and stubborn if that conception is true.