No Strings Attached- gojo x reader/geto x reader

Friends with benefits?

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Gojo's POV:

   I reach my hand to gently close her bedroom door behind me, leaning my head against it to steady my breathing.

   'I just had sex with my best friend.'

   My mind reels with moments from the night, her face flushed with desire, the feeling of her body around me, it felt too good.

   The heel of my palms push against my eyes, I can feel my neck heating.

   "Don't act so innocent," a cruel voice in my head says, "you've liked her for months now, you know you've been dying for this."

   I pull myself away from her room before I do something else stupid. I only wanted this so bad because I thought with a simple fuck, I could get her off my mind, but I was never going to actually do it.

   I wouldn't have taken that risk against our relationship we have, but I guess now it's going to be hard to keep the side of me that wants her to know away.

   My weary drag across the hall finally lead me to the other room. She didn't seem at all affected by tonight's events, proceeding as normal between the two of us and for the most part, I was glad of it.

   Oh, but then, then there's this stronger part of me that wished we wouldn't stay best friends. A part that wants something more.

   I laugh to myself shaking my head, I don't even know what 'something more' means.

   Regardless, this part of me is growing more resilient with each passing day and it scares me more than anything.

I flop down on the bed my eyes focusing on the ceiling, why do I have to be so self contradicting?

I don't want to ruin our friendship because I can't control my own selfish desires, but god do I wanna ruin our friendship and be something more.

   No... no. I shake my head, pulling the covers over me.

   If it doesn't work then I will lose her completely, I don't want to ruin this, I can't.

But I have this feeling, a tiny beacon at the back of my skull trying to gain voice and tell me:

   I already have.

  

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The next morning

You were trying too hard. Trying to be nonchalant about the situation the whole morning. Trying to act like you weren't picturing him the way you saw him last night.

You sat curled up on the couch as you two watched mindless morning tv and ate your pancakes.

Last night he had wanted to talk, but now he said nothing. It made you nervous and you wanted to clear things up.

You shot up, putting your half eaten plate on the low coffee table and turning off the tv. He looked at you with his mouth full and eyes wide flicking between you and the black screen. He slowly righted himself on the couch across from you and put his plate down, mirroring your actions.

You were both facing each other now from across the low table.

"Last night..." you began, unsure of where you were going with this, "I don't want things to be weird for us."

His eyes were trained on you before he took a deep breath and looked to his plate, "No. No, neither do I."

You didn't realize how tense your body was till he said those words, relaxing you.