You shove the door shut behind you, heart still hammering from the mission, and Gojo is already on you. No slow build, no teasing words—just his big hands grabbing your hips and slamming you back against the wall. “Fuck, you’re soaked already,” he growls, yanking your pants down hard enough to make the fabric tear at the seam. His fingers push straight between your legs, two thick digits sliding through your wet folds and shoving inside without warning.
You moan loud, head knocking against the plaster. Gojo laughs low and filthy, curling those fingers deep, pumping them fast while his thumb rubs tight circles on your clit. “That’s it, take it. Been thinking about this cunt all night.” He drops to his knees, yanks one of your thighs over his shoulder, and buries his mouth against you. Tongue flat and broad, he licks from your entrance to your swollen clit, then sucks hard. The obscene wet sounds fill the room as he eats you like he’s starving, spit and your slick dripping down his chin.
You fist his white hair and grind against his face. He groans into your pussy, the vibration shooting straight through you, and adds a third finger, stretching you open with rough, relentless thrusts. Your legs shake. “Gojo—fuck—gonna come—”
He pulls back just enough to speak, lips shiny. “Come on my tongue, then I’m bending you over and wrecking this tight hole.” He dives back in, sucking your clit between his teeth, and you break with a sharp cry, walls clenching around his fingers as you flood his mouth.
He doesn’t give you time to recover. Gojo stands, spins you around, and bends you over the nearest table. You hear his belt clink, zipper drop, then the blunt head of his cock drags through your folds. He’s thick, long, and he doesn’t ease in—he drives forward in one hard thrust, bottoming out so deep your vision whites out.
“Shit, you’re gripping me like a vice,” he hisses, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in.
The table scrapes across the floor with every brutal snap of his hips. Skin slaps skin. His balls smack against you. One hand fists your hair, yanking your head back; the other reaches under to pinch your clit. “You like getting fucked like a slut after a mission, huh? Taking my cock so deep.” He angles his hips and nails that spot inside you again and again until you’re babbling curses and pushing back to meet every thrust.
He pulls out suddenly, flips you onto your back on the table, and shoves back inside. Your legs wrap around his waist. Gojo leans over you, one hand braced beside your head, the other wrapped around your throat—not choking, just holding, thumb stroking your pulse while he fucks you harder. Sweat drips from his jaw onto your chest. His blindfold is gone; those bright eyes lock on yours, wild and hungry.
“Gonna fill you up,” he pants. “Want it? Want my cum leaking out of this pretty pussy?” You nod frantically, nails digging into his back. He grinds deep, hips stuttering, and comes with a guttural groan, hot pulses flooding you. The feeling drags you over again, your orgasm milking him until he’s twitching and cursing.
He stays inside you for a moment, breathing hard, then pulls out slow so you both watch his cum drip from your stretched hole. Gojo drags two fingers through the mess and pushes it back in. “Keep that in there,” he murmurs, voice rough but satisfied. “Round two in the shower. I’m not done with you tonight.”
You’re already reaching for him again.
