The air was still heavy with the heat of their intertwined bodies. Smoothie, still nestled against Gojo, felt his breath slow down, but her eyes still sparkled with a hint of desire. She gently freed herself from his embrace, her tousled hair framing her flushed face. She adjusted her torn outfit with feigned nonchalance, casting a sidelong glance at Gojo, who was leaning casually against the wall, his smirk intact.
"Do you think it's over?" she teased, her voice tinged with mischief. "I haven't shown you what I'm really capable of yet, Mad Emperor."
Gojo raised an eyebrow, visibly intrigued. "Oh? Smoothie-chan, you want to play tough now? Go ahead, impress me," he said, spreading his arms with a smile.
Smoothie walked towards him. She placed a hand on his chest, her nails skimming his skin, slowly moving down to his belt. "You talk too much," she murmured, her warm breath against his ear. With a quick movement, she pushed him onto a large armchair, making him fall with a surprised laugh.
"Wow, you're serious," he said, settling comfortably, hands behind his head, ready to see where she would take this.
Smoothie climbed on top of him, her thighs encircling his hips. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his without touching them, making him wait. "You'll regret underestimating me," she whispered before kissing him with fierce intensity, her hands exploring his body boldly. Gojo growled against her lips, his hands instinctively finding her hips, but Smoothie grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head.
"Not so fast," she said with a predatory smile. "I'm in charge now."
Gojo chuckled, but he let her take the lead, curious to see where she was going with this. Smoothie released his wrists to unbutton what remained of her own outfit, revealing more of her smooth and toned skin. She straightened up slightly, letting her hands glide over her own body, brushing her breasts and descending to her thighs, her movements slow and deliberate under Gojo's burning gaze.
"You're torturing me," he growled, his excitement evident in his husky voice.
"Patience," she replied, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. She leaned in again, her lips tracing a fiery path along his neck, then his chest, lightly nibbling his skin. Gojo twitched, his hands clenched on the armrests of the chair. When she reached his lower abdomen, she stopped, looking up at him with a provocative smile.
"Smoothie..." he murmured.
She didn't make him wait any longer. Her fingers found his cock, already half hard, and she stroked him, eliciting a groan from Gojo. Then, without warning, she straddled him, impaling herself on him with a smooth and confident motion. Gojo cursed, his hands gripping her hips as she began to move, first slowly, then with a more intense rhythm.
"Fuck, you're..." He didn't finish his sentence, too overwhelmed by the sensation. Smoothie, hands on his chest for balance, undulated her hips with a precision that drove him wild. She leaned in to kiss him, muffling his groans, their tongues intertwining.
Smoothie's pace quickened, her movements becoming wilder, more desperate. Gojo, unable to stay passive any longer, suddenly lifted her, pressing her against the wall again, his hands exploring every inch of her body. He took control, his thrusts deep and powerful, eliciting cries of pleasure from Smoothie. "You really thought you could dominate me?" he teased, nibbling her ear.
"..." she gasped, her nails scratching his back, urging him to go faster.
Their frenzied dance reached its peak, their bodies trembling under the intensity of their simultaneous orgasm. Smoothie collapsed against him, her legs shaking, while Gojo supported her, a satisfied smile on his lips.
As they caught their breath, a sudden noise rang out outside - shouts and the clatter of weapons. Gojo sighed, already on guard. "Looks like the party's over," he said, grabbing his pants.
Smoothie, still breathless, adjusted her outfit as best she could. "If it's Hancock again, I swear I'll kill her myself," she growled, but an amused smile betrayed her tone.
Gojo burst into laughter, putting on his shirt. "Let's go see what new trouble awaits us. Together, as always."
They exchanged a knowing look before heading out, ready to face the chaos of the New World - side by side, stronger than ever.