You barely make it through the door of the safehouse before Gojo’s voice wraps around you like silk. “Took you long enough, sweetheart. I was starting to think you got lost on purpose just to make me wait.”
He’s already leaning against the wall, blindfold pushed up into his hair, those impossible blue eyes sparkling with mischief. The mission is over, the curses are dust, and the only thing left is the electric tension that’s been crackling between you for weeks.
“Someone’s cocky tonight,” you shoot back, dropping your bag. “What, the great Gojo Satoru needs an audience?”
He laughs, low and delighted. “I need you. Big difference.” In two strides he’s in front of you, fingers hooking into your belt loops to tug you closer. “You gonna let me play, or do I have to beg? Because I will beg. Loudly. Neighbors might complain.”
Your hands find his chest. “Begging sounds good on you.”
“Mmm, dangerous words.” He dips his head, lips brushing your ear. “Take the blindfold off me properly. Slow. I want to watch your face while you do it.”
You reach up, sliding the black fabric down. The second it’s gone his eyes flare brighter, and he exhales like he’s been holding his breath. “There she is. Been dying to see you without anything between us.”
He kisses you hard, playful nips turning into deeper, hungrier strokes of his tongue. Between kisses he keeps talking. “Been thinking about this all day. You, me, no interruptions. Gonna make you say my name until your voice goes hoarse.”
Clothes come off in a messy rush. He drops to his knees with zero shame, looking up at you with that wicked grin. “Spread for me, pretty. Let me taste how worked up you already are.”
You do, and his mouth is immediate—hot, wet, relentless. He moans against you like it’s his favorite flavor, tongue circling and flicking while two long fingers slide inside. “Fuck, you’re tight. Love how you clench around me. You gonna come on my tongue first? Yeah, you are.”
Your hands fist in his hair as he works you over, dirty praise spilling out between licks. When you shudder and cry out he doesn’t stop, just gentles it, drawing it out until your legs shake.
He rises, licking his lips, eyes gleaming. “One down. Plenty more to go.” He lifts you easily, carrying you to the bed and laying you out like a feast. “Condom or no? Your call, gorgeous. I’m clean and I’m dying to feel you bare.”
You pull him down. “Bare. Now.”
Gojo groans like you’ve given him a gift. He lines up, pushes in slow, watching your face the whole time. “Look at you taking me. So perfect. So fucking wet.” Once he’s fully seated he pauses, forehead against yours. “Move with me. Yeah, just like that. God, you feel unreal.”
He sets a teasing rhythm, rolling his hips deep, then shallow, then grinding. Every thrust comes with commentary. “That spot right there? Yeah, you like when I hit it. Your eyes go all hazy. So cute.” He speeds up when you beg, then slows again, laughing softly when you whine. “Patience. I want this to last. Want you shaking under me for hours.”
You flip him onto his back and ride him, hands braced on his chest. Gojo’s hands grip your hips, guiding, praising. “Ride me just like that. Fuck, you’re so hot. Bounce a little—yeah. Look at those tits. Can I touch? Please?”
You nod and he palms them, thumbs circling your nipples while he bucks up to meet you. The room fills with the sound of skin and breathless moans and his endless, filthy encouragement.
When you’re close again he sits up, wrapping his arms around you so you’re chest to chest. “Come for me. Come all over my cock while I watch. That’s it—good girl. So fucking good.”
You fall apart with a cry and he follows seconds later, burying his face in your neck as he pulses deep inside you, hips stuttering.
Afterward he doesn’t pull out right away. He stays wrapped around you, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder, still murmuring. “Stay the night. Let me wake you up with my mouth again. Maybe tie the blindfold on you next time. Let you feel everything without seeing it coming.”
You laugh, breathless. “You’re insatiable.”
“Only for you.” He nuzzles closer, voice dropping warm and sincere beneath the playfulness. “You wreck me, you know that? In the best way.”
The night stretches on with more teasing touches, more laughter between moans, more whispered filth that turns into tender words as the hours pass.
By the time the sky starts to lighten, you’re both spent and tangled, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin.
“Gojo,” you murmur, half-asleep.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Don’t stop playing.”
His quiet chuckle vibrates against your back. “Never planned to.”
