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

Chapter 66

You're so fucked.

More fucked than you would like to admit but fucked either way, sideways, frontways, backways, you name it you are utterly fucked. You did unexplainable things that night that was not okay. Maybe if you try to hide behind pretences of intoxication and lack of inhibitions that your bold provocative actions of contradiction might be ignored. But that's a very slim obnoxious chance. Who are you kidding, you enjoyed every minute of it from the hilarious bouts of his infamous cock having inflation issues to the lustrous duel of tongues.

Even now you groan from satisfaction.

His tongue tasted much of the cider he was drinking just moments before you whisked him away by your frolicking frivolous being scampering off into the hidey-hole between worlds. His sweet tongue lapped you up just as your own returned the fervour for his tangy saliva grew bitter from the berry flavoured cider. If you weren't so swathed up in the moment you would have found yourself gagging. Luckily you had bypassed the urge to spit out the overly indulged Gojo from your lips as he continued to simply devour all your choices to leave, that and you were floating high into the clouds.

It was a wonderful night of untold sin and lustrous wisps.

A night to which that had thankfully halted there, you wouldn't know, now, if you had the restraint to stop yourself from pulling him further into you and going all the way. The kiss was everything. Every build up, every crossroad and every bridge that you built a wall against. It is sad that it was done when you weren't exactly in your right mind nor sober enough to reason with yourself more than the idiotic moves you pulled.

You're fucked because now you have nothing to hide behind.

No guise of friendship looming over your shoulders, no fear of being devoured back into his vortex when in reality you enjoyed everything that he offered to you. You could drown in his love, his need and desires but you fear that you'll eventually lose yourself to him, becoming boundless. So, boundaries must be made, maintained and a distance placed between you two. It's going to be a hard feat to pull off when all you can think about now is him.

Turning around upon the sound of your drilling phone smudging across the small white plastic surface of the coffee table, Ms. Kim is calling. Fuck, not now. You're not exactly in the right head space to talk to her about anything let alone your own artwork but you can't keep leaving her on your dial tone forever.

This is what adulting is, isn't it, doing things you don't want to do. Reluctantly you bring the phone up to your ear and answer.

"Heh-hello?" The word echoes within your chambers that the sound tickles back up along your throat teasing at your waning confidence.

"Ah, you're there I was starting to think you were ignoring me and was going to miss this delightful opportunity." Ms. Kim tattles on down the line her tone ever the more deafeningly plain.

She isn't exactly wrong about you ignoring her calls nor being too swamped with your Gojo-crisis that you must replay her exact words clearly inside your fuzzy mind. Did she just say, 'delightful opportunity?'

"Ack- no of course not, wait, wait a minute, an opportunity?"

She hums, you can almost imagine her taunting poker face nodding as a wicked grin plays a quick fiddle across her upper lip.

"I knew that would get your attention."

Your heart begins to thunder within your ears and your breath seizes from anticipation.

"There's an open slot for an upcoming exhibition," The doorbell rings and your intense sensory need for all to remain well is broken.

"I, I mean that's wonderful news-"