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

Chapter 69

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

As if the wind was punched out of you your world tips upside down, your breathing slows to a standstill as your reality begins to set back into place. Your gut twists and rolls, your lungs gasps at his damning words, those goddamn words steal the last drop that everything you had yet to gain from this ordeal, he did this, he's ruined it. This bliss, everything you've both been striving for is now ruined, what did you think was going to happen? That you could scrounge up the will to the 'no strings attach' phase back into your life once again when in truth you were never the type to cut that part of yourself away.

Feeling Gojo still below you, you realise you have choices to make some more severe than the rest, the others are barely twinkling light in the dark. Your mind has become a tunnel and only a few choices reveal themselves to you at the end.

You could accept his invitation and become his girlfriend. As if you could forget so easily.

You could ignore what he said and continue down this rabbit hole of pain and suffering.

Or you could do what he did to you. A bit of pettiness never did anyone harm.

Whilst pettiness isn't much of your forte, shoving some of his own medicine back down his throat sure does feel better than feeling the weight of your actions crawl like spider legs up your spine. Noticing your unexpected shiver rolling over you Gojo slides his hands and repositions them into a firmer more comfortable hold yet all the warmth is suctioned out as your heart races a mile a minute.

You're so sure he can feel it to.

Is it why he holds you still?

Pushing yourself up without much restraint and out-lash from him you feel the weight of your actions cascading down like ice, will this be it now? Will you continue to ignore the inevitable and grow colder towards him? Or is this your forever? You can't help but see the dark in this shitty love-life of yours, with anything Gojo proceeds to be in is just shrouded in darkness.

Feeling his somewhat limp to hard cock slip out from you his string of cum begins to filter out, not even your body wants to hold on to him anymore. Once you're out of his grasp you quickly realise just how cold it is; it's mid-fucking-spring for crying out loud you shouldn't be feeling cold. Yet it does, your skin mirrors freshly plucked chicken skin, goose bumps blanket all over you.

Gojo follows your pursuit to getting up and is up in seconds, envy barrels through you, why can't he look and feel just as exhausted and haggard as you are. Why must he be Mr. Perfect all the fucking time - you don't mean to be, but you look at him with disdain for this attribute, why must you always be alone in this regard?

You turn to head to the shower, you need this off, you need to clean, you need-

"Y/n..." His plea breaks you from your train of thought as his eyes holds all that twists and turns inside your gut; they're wet and glazed over.

"No! Don't." you turn with as much ferocity and rage as the bile rises and the urge to gag on your words becomes harder to fault.

"Don't even try it." You point at him, restraining the little animosity that you have for him to a mere finger and a shake of your head.

Why are you so angry? You weren't a second ago but now he's just awakened a visceral and somewhat overreaction from out of you with something simple as just your name. The fact that he just tried to bargain with you is what truly grates you, was he really going there, pleading when you so desperately hung onto his beck and call.

You were him.

Now you're no better than a bi-polar tap, one minute you're hot and the next you're cold. You've become something ugly, something unrecognisable yet you can't stop the venom dripping past your lips.