WEDDING NIGHTS • Ex-Boyfriend Gojo
Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader, Smut, 18+
SYN: Years after their messy breakup, she runs into her ex, Gojo, at a wedding. The tension between them is still there. A few glances, some teasing, and soon enough he has her pinned down on her bed, fucking like they're making up for lost time.
The sun was setting over the beach as the waves hit the shore. The wedding arch stood tall, covered in white roses.
She stood on the pedestal, holding a bouquet of white lilies. Across from her, Gojo stood in a tailored black suit, his hair perfectly styled. His sunglasses rested on the bridge of his nose, but even through them, it was clear his eyes kept drifting towards her.
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony...” the priest said as he stood between them. However, she wasn’t paying attention, her eyes locked with Gojo’s.
For an instant, it felt like it was just the two of them. But then reality set in. She was one of the bridesmaids, and Gojo was one of the best men.
The real bride and groom stood in the center, exchanging vows. When they finally kissed, the crowd cheered and applauded.
The reception was lively at the beachside hotel. Everyone was having a great time. Laughing, dancing, and celebrating under the night sky.
She stood with the bride and a group of friends, a glass of champagne in her hand. They were all smiling and chatting, clearly enjoying the moment, but her eyes kept wandering, scanning the crowd until they landed on him again.
Gojo was, as always, the center of attention. A group of people surrounded him, laughing at something he’d just said. He looked effortlessly handsome, his suit fitting him perfectly.
Her grip tightened on her glass as memories flooded back. They had been so young when they dated, so full of dreams and promises. But life had pulled them in different directions, and they hadn’t spoken in years.
Gojo turned, as if sensing her stare, his eyes locking with hers from across the room. His lips curved into a half-smile as he raised his glass in a silent toast. She mirrored the gesture, her own smile just as tight and uncertain. Without breaking eye contact, they both took a sip of champagne.
The moment was interrupted when the bride announced the bouquet toss, and the single women, including her, gathered around. With excitement, the bride tossed the bouquet, and to her surprise, it landed in her hands. Her friends cheered and teased as she laughed and held it up with a prideful smile.
Later, as the celebration wound down, she found herself alone at the hotel bar. The bouquet sat on the counter beside her as she ordered a drink, her hotel room card sliding across the bar to cover the cost.
She sipped her drink, eyes on the flowers. They were beautiful but reminded her of something she hadn't achieved. She'd dated and had relationships, but none of them had felt right. None of them had felt like him.
Her fingers traced the glass rim, focusing on the ice clinking until footsteps neared. She assumed it was another guest, but then recognized his voice.
“I’ll have the same she’s having,” Gojo said. Her breath hitched, and she glanced up just enough to see him slide his hotel room card onto the counter next to hers. The bartender nodded and began preparing his drink.
She couldn't resist glancing at him. His tall frame loomed as he looked her over, his eyes catching on the smooth line of her exposed back, the way the dress clung perfectly to her figure. When their eyes finally met, she quickly looked away, pretending to focus on her drink.
"Didn’t think I’d see you here," Gojo said teasingly. He leaned against the counter, his suit jacket open, revealing the white shirt underneath. Even through the fabric, she could make out the faint definition of his abs.
The bartender handed him his drink, and he nodded in thanks before sitting down beside her.
She kept her eyes forward, taking a sip of her drink. “Our best friends got married. Of course, we’d run into each other.”
Gojo chuckled, swirling his drink in the glass. “Right,” he said. “I didn’t expect you to be the one catching the bouquet. Guess someone’s getting married soon, huh?” His tone was teasing, the smirk clear in his voice.
She rolled her eyes, finally turning to face him. “It’s just a tradition. Doesn’t mean anything.”
“Doesn’t mean nothing either,” he shot back, his eyes locking onto hers. He took a slow sip of his drink, then looked her up and down. "You look stunning tonight.”
She hesitated, caught off guard by the compliment. “Thanks,” she muttered, looking back at her drink. “You look… the same.”
“The same, huh? Guess I haven’t aged a day. Lucky me.”
Gojo leaned in slightly, his elbow resting on the counter as he turned to face her fully.
“You know, I was watching you earlier...” he began, his voice dropping into that playful tone that used to drive her crazy. “You're still just as gorgeous as I remember. I almost feel bad for all those guys at the wedding. Must’ve been brutal getting rejected by you.”
Her expression remained impassive. She leaned back slightly, raising an eyebrow. “Not my problem if they can’t take a hint.”
“Ah, always so cold,” Gojo teased, swirling his drink again. “Still as icy as when we used to date, huh?”
She stiffened at the mention of their past, but she quickly masked her reaction with a dry smile. “We were never that serious.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that,” he said as he leaned in even closer, the space between them narrowing. “You were pretty serious about me. I could tell.” A smirk played on his lips. “I used to love the way you’d get all possessive when other girls looked at me.”
"Did I?" Her tone was dry, but the sly smile on her lips gave her away. "Funny you’d say that, considering you were always the one getting jealous when other guys looked at me," she said with a raised brow. "So, who’s the possessive one here?"
Gojo’s grin faltered just for a second, surprised by her response, but it was gone in an instant. His voice dripping with confidence. “Jealous? Me? Nah. I was just making sure no one else got too comfortable,” he said, leaning in. "Can’t blame a guy," he murmured, lips grazing her ear, "for protecting what’s his… right?"
A tingle shot up the back of her neck. She fought the shiver crawling up her spine, raising an eyebrow instead. “Tsk. You always were too full of yourself…”
Gojo chuckled, completely unbothered. “Maybe,” he said, leaning back. “But I know you loved it.” He watched her closely, his smirk widening.
A quiet pause filled the place while she stayed silent, her eyes narrowing a bit as she slowly sipped her drink.
Gojo broke the silence, speaking in a cheerful yet somewhat serious tone.
"It's strange... to be honest…back then, I always thought you and I would end up together..." He sounded almost a little sad, his usual cockiness momentarily fading. "I guess things don’t always go as planned."
Her eyes widened ever so slightly before she quickly masked her surprise, trying to regain her composure. “...what do you mean?”
“Well…” he said, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “I never told you this but— Remember back then? How we’d sometimes talk about the future... I used to think I’d end up marrying you. Funny how things turned out, huh?” He tried to sound playful, but a hint of regret slipped through. Just enough for her to notice.
She paused, her glass midway to her lips. She glanced at him, but his eyes stayed on his drink. She was at a loss for words, her mind racing to process what he’d just said.
The silence stretched, and Gojo let out an awkward chuckle, breaking the tension. “Ah, never mind,” he said, “I shouldn’t have said that…Forget about it.”
She forced a nervous laugh. "Yeah, well... it's in the past anyway," she said, standing quickly. She grabbed her hotel card and bouquet, looking away from him. "I should go. It's pretty late."
Gojo watched her leave, her heart racing as she clutched the bouquet. She didn't look back, even as the elevator doors closed.
The elevator ride seemed endless as Osayami stared at her reflection. Her mind replayed the conversation with Gojo.
When the elevator doors opened, she stepped into the quiet hallway, her mind a storm of thoughts replaying their conversation at the bar.
‘I used to think I’d end up marrying you.’
She clenched her jaw, trying to push the memory away.
She thought about the way he’d looked at her, the way his voice had softened when he said those words. It wasn’t like the Gojo she remembered. The Gojo she knew back then was all charm and confidence, but when it came to anything serious with her, he’d always shut down.
He’d been emotionally immature, detached, more focused on his own world than on building something with her.
Now he seemed different. More mature, more reflective, more grounded… The way he spoke to her tonight, admitting he thought they'd end up together, wasn't something the old Gojo would have said.
It made her wonder if she’d made a mistake back then. If maybe they could’ve worked things out if they’d both been a little more mature.
She reached her room and tapped her hotel card against the door lock. The light blinked red, and the door beeped disapprovingly. She frowned and tried again, but got the same result.
“What the…” she muttered, double-checking the card. It looked fine. She glanced at the room number, then at the sign on the wall. She was on the right floor. So why wasn’t it working?
She tried one more time, but the door stayed locked. Frustrated, she realized she must have grabbed Gojo's card instead of hers.
"Of course," she sighed, closing her eyes briefly. Resigned, she walked back, called the elevator, and stepped inside. As the doors slid shut, she leaned against the wall, exhaling slowly as the elevator descended.
When the doors opened again, the place was quieter. Most guests had already left for the night.
She approached the bar, but froze in her tracks. The sound of a girl’s giggle cut through the quiet of the room. Her eyes snapped to the source, and there he was.
Gojo leaned casually at the bar with his arm around a bridesmaid she barely recognized, his usual charming smile in place as he spoke in a low, teasing voice that made the girl giggle. Especially when his fingers brushed against hers, lingering just long enough to feel intentional.
Her stomach ached with familiarity, her grip tightening around the bouquet in her hands as the sensation washed over her.
Gojo's charm always attracted attention, and he never minded it. It had frustrated her when they were together, his effortless flirting.
She sighed, wanting to leave, but she needed her card. She approached them, her heels clicking. Gojo's smile faded as their eyes met, and the girl turned to see her standing before them.
“Hey,” she said coldly. She held up the hotel card in her hand. “I think I took yours by mistake.”
Gojo straightened, his arm dropping from the girl’s shoulder. “Oh,” he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out another card.
"Here," he said, handing it to her.
She didn’t miss the way the girl’s eyes flicked between them, clearly sensing the tension.
Without a word, she tossed Gojo's card at him, her frustration obvious. The card slipped from his grasp as he fumbled to catch it while she turned away and walked off.
“Hey!” he called after her.
She ignored him as she stormed towards the elevator. If she stopped now, she might say something she’d regret.
The elevator doors slid open just in time, and she stepped inside, quickly pressing her floor button.
“Wait!” Gojo’s voice rang out behind her.
She caught a glimpse of him just as the doors began to close, but before they sealed shut, his hand slammed against the metal, too late to stop it.
Gojo exhaled sharply, his palm still resting against the door. Frustration flickered across his face as he ran a hand through his hair, then glanced up at the glowing panel above, noting the floor number she’d selected.
Without hesitating, he turned on his heel and headed for the stairs.
By the time he reached her floor, slightly breathless, she was already at her door, hand on the handle, just about to step inside.
“Hey—” Gojo called, but she didn’t even glance his way. He started walking, then broke into a jog, closing the distance between them quickly.
As she started to close the door, he quickly wedged his foot between it and the frame, stopping her with a firm push.
Her eyes widened. “Move!” she snapped.
“Not until you talk to me.”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” she said, gripping the door handle tighter.
Gojo’s eyes were fixed on hers, his expression hard to read. She rolled her eyes at him and clenched her jaw.
“You really haven’t changed, you know? You told me you thought we’d end up married, and then—what? Not even five minutes later, you're flirting with someone else?”
Gojo sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, his jaw tightening as he stepped closer. “It’s not like that—”
“Oh really?” she shot back, trying to steady her voice despite the heat rising in her chest. “Because that’s exactly how it looks. You’re still the same guy who never took anything seriously. This—” she gestured between them, bouquet trembling slightly in her grip, “—is exactly why we didn’t work out.”
His jaw flexed. “You don’t get to act like this,” he said, shouldering the door open just enough to invade her space. “We haven’t talked in years. You don’t get to pretend you still know me.”
“So what? You flirt with randoms to prove something?” Her nails bit into the flower stems. “Or was all that ‘we should’ve been married’ crap just another game of yours?”
Gojo looked away for a moment, his expression hardening. He clenched his fists at his sides, looking at anything but her for a moment before his voice softened. “I wasn’t playing with your feelings. I meant what I said. But you don’t get to act like you’re the only one who got hurt.”
She scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. “Oh, please.” Her voice was bitter. “You got over us fast enough. You started seeing other people right after we broke up. What was it— a week? Maybe two?” She snapped. “Was that to make me jealous back then, or did you just never care at all?”
Gojo's expression shifted for a moment, something passing through his eyes. "I did care," he said, "but you made it very clear it was over when you dumped me." He took a deep breath. "So, yeah, I tried to move on," Gojo said, his tone mocking yet clearly hurt. "Sorry if I didn’t handle it well."
She froze. He tried to move on? Not did?
"You really think I didn’t care? When you left, I—" He exhaled sharply, like the memory still knocked the air out of him. "I was hurt. And I didn’t know how to deal with that. So yeah, I went out with other people. Dated. Pretended I was fine. But none of it meant anything."
Her mouth opened, but no words came out. She felt her chest tighten as the weight of his words sank in. He’d never admitted any of this before.
Gojo took a step closer, closing the gap between them.
“You were my first love,” he murmured. “I tried to move on, but no matter who I was with, no matter how hard I tried—” his breath fanned against her lips, “—it was always you.”
He gently cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over her cheekbones.
Her heart raced, but she forced herself to stay calm, her body betraying her despite her best efforts to hold back.
“I used to picture a future with you,” he said. “Thought about what it’d be like to marry you… to have you by my side forever.” His fingers pressed just a little tighter. “Back then, I was just too much of an idiot to admit it.”
Her heart raced, her thoughts spinning. She wanted to pull away, but everything in her was drawn to him.
His eyes lingered on her lips before returning to her eyes, and slowly, he began to lean in. Just enough for her to notice. For a moment, she hesitated, her pulse unsteady. But the way he held her, the way he watched her like he was starving for her… It broke whatever restraint she had left.
She closed the gap, pressing her lips to his. She dropped the bouquet to the floor, her fingers tangling in Gojo's hair as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
Without breaking the kiss, they stumbled backward, the door clicking shut behind them.
Gojo’s hands slid down her body, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips before dragging up the sides of her waist.
Her back hit the wall, his larger frame pressing against her, pinning her in place. His mouth found the skin of her neck, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses. One strong thigh wedged between her legs, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp.
"S-Satoru—" she gasped, nails scraping down his shoulders.
"Yeah?" he growled, not stopping the roll of his hips against hers, letting her feel every hard inch of him straining against his pants.
She arched into him, her dress riding up as his hands groped her ass roughly. "I want you, Satoru. Fuck—I want you so bad."
Gojo suddenly wrenched back, his grip tightening on her hips as he searched her face. "You sure?" he asked.
She fisted his shirt, dragging him back against her. “Yes, god yes—I need you to fuck me right now,” she panted, grinding down on his thigh desperately.
A dark smirk twisted his lips as he pinned her wrists above her head with one hand. “Since you asked so nicely,” he teased. He leaned in, but the rim of his sunglasses bumped her cheek. Clicking his tongue in annoyance, he pulled back just enough to yank them off and tossed them aside like they were cheap convenience store shades, then pressed his lips to hers.
Gojo’s hand slid up the curve of her body, fingers skimming the neckline of her dress. With a rough tug, he pulled the fabric down, baring her breasts to the cool air.
A sharp gasp tore from her lips as his palm closed over one, kneading roughly before his thumb flicked across the peak.
"Fuck, you’re so hot," he growled, dipping his head to drag his tongue over her stiffened nipple.
"Satoru—!" His name shattered into a whimper when he sucked her deep.
Her head fell back against the wall, her body arching into his touch as he continued. The grip on her wrists tightened. She whimpered, her thighs pressing together in a desperate search for friction.
“Satoru—“ she gasped, as his lips crashed back onto hers. His tongue swept into her mouth, while his free hand roamed down her body, squeezing the swell of her breast before sliding lower.
"God, I missed this," he murmured against her lips. "Missed the way you gasp my name when I touch you. How fucking responsive you are for me–,” he said between kisses.
Gojo’s hands slid down her thighs, fingers hooking into the hem of her dress as he dropped to his knees in front of her. The sight of him, on his knees for her, sent a jolt of heat straight to her core.
His breath ghosted over her skin as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along the inside of her thigh.
“Look at me,” he murmured. She whimpered, forcing her heavy-lidded gaze down to meet his.
Her dress was a mess now, the top pulled down so her breasts were completely out. Gojo kept staring at them. Not just a quick look, but long, hungry looks while his fingers played with her underwear.
Normally, she would feel a bit flustered like this with someone watching her so intensely. But this was Gojo. Even though they hadn't seen each other in years, she didn't feel shy. After everything they'd been through together, she knew she could trust him completely.
His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, pausing. "You still want this?" he asked.
“Don’t make me repeat myself," she said.
A smirk curled his lips as he dipped his head between her thighs. "Fuck, you're already soaked for me," he murmured, fingers hooking into her lace panties and pulling them down completely before his tongue dragged up her slit in one long stroke.
She gasped, her hips jerking forward as his mouth closed over her clit. His tongue pressed flat against her, slow and steady at first, then moving in tight circles around it, going faster and harder.
Every nerve in her body lit up, her thighs trembling as he worked her with precision. His hands gripped her ass, pulling her harder against his mouth, forcing her to take every lick.
"Fuck—!" Her hips jerked forward.
"That’s it," he murmured against her. "Cum on my tongue. Let me feel you." She could feel his grin against her, her fingers tugging his hair to keep him right where she needed him.
Pleasure exploded through her, legs trembling violently. Her knees buckled as the orgasm ripped through her, but Gojo didn’t let her fall. Instead, he leaned forward, catching her weight as she slumped over him, her thighs tightening around his head until the last aftershock faded.
Before she could catch her breath, his hands gripped under her thighs, lifting her effortlessly as he stood. Her legs stayed locked over his shoulders, his mouth still pressed hot between them as he carried her towards the bed.
In one smooth motion, he dropped her onto the mattress, her body sinking into the sheets as he climbed over her. Her chest rose and fell as she lay beneath him, still trembling from her climax.
Gojo didn’t give her time to recover. His fingers went straight to his shirt buttons, popping them open one by one impatiently. The fabric slid off his shoulders, exposing the definition in his muscles, his skin already slick with sweat.
Her dress was next. His hands dragged the material up her thighs, over her hips, then pulled it off completely, leaving her bare.
Her breath hitched when she saw the thick outline of his cock straining against his pants. Without hesitation, she reached for his belt buckle. Gojo groaned as she undid it, her nails scraping against his abdomen as she shoved his pants and boxers down in one rough push. His cock sprang free and he hissed through his teeth at the sudden relief.
Suddenly, she noticed a frustrated crease forming between his brows.
“Ugh— Fuck—shit, I don’t have a condom,” he gritted out.
She didn’t care. “Don’t worry,” she panted, “I’m on birth control,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.
“God, I want you so bad,” he muttered against her lips.
She gasped as he spread her legs open, his hands guiding himself between her thighs. The head of his cock pressed against her, teasing her entrance with slow pressure. Then, with a deep push, she felt that familiar length sliding in.
Her nails raked down his back, not in pain but in desperate need, urging him deeper. She arched into him, breathless, craving more, needing every stroke of his cock.
“Harder,” she demanded, voice shaking.
Gojo obeyed without hesitation. The entire bed jolted beneath them, the headboard slamming against the wall with every snap of his hips.
Then his grip shifted, one hand sliding beneath her knee, lifting her leg over his shoulder. The angle forced her hips up, letting him sink even deeper, each thrust hitting a spot that made her toes curl.
“Fuck, fuck—you feel—” His words dissolved into a groan when she clenched around him, her thighs trembling as she wavered on the edge again.
The new position left her exposed. Every inch of him filled her completely. She gasped as he drove into her, the head of his cock rubbing against that spot inside her that made her vision blur.
Gojo groaned against her neck, hips snapping loudly against hers. "Fuck—you feel so good," he gritted out.
“There—right there!” she gasped, arching off the bed as pleasure built inside her. Her fingers dug into his back, legs shaking around him. "Oh God—yes, just like that!"
“Say my name. Let me hear it,” he urged, biting back his own groan as her walls fluttered around him.
Her words turned into moans as the sensation hit. Her body clenched around him in quick pulses. "Oh—fuck! Yes, yes!" She clung to him, trembling, every gasp his name.
He slowed his thrusts, letting her ride out the waves of her climax as he watched her. Her face was flushed, her breath short. She looked beautiful. With a low groan, he pulled out, his cock glistening between them.
His hand brushed her cheek, thumb tracing her bottom lip before he leaned in, capturing her mouth in a deep kiss. "Forgot how pretty you look like this," he murmured against her lips. "But we’re not done yet."
Before she could protest, he flipped her onto her hands and knees, dragging her hips back against him. The sudden shift had her gasping as he sank into her again, deeper now, his grip possessive on her waist as he took her in sharp thrusts once again.
"Fuck— Yes! Yes!…" she gasped, voice breaking as he filled her deeper. Her hips rocked back greedily, chasing every thrust, the sound of skin against skin filling the room as he claimed her all over again.
God, she’d missed this. Missed the way he dominated her so effortlessly, like he could read every tremor of her body. Missed the way his hands knew exactly where to touch, where to grip, where to tease until she was squirming.
"You take me so fucking well," he growled, fingers digging into the flesh of her ass.
Her back arched deeper. The new angle drove him even deeper. The shift was sudden. Her chest pressed into the mattress, one cheek against the sheets, hands fisting the fabric as a broken moan spilled from her lips.
Gojo’s breath hitched. His usual smirk faded, his rhythm slowing for just a moment as he looked at her.
"Fuck— You’re so beautiful." He couldn’t stop himself. One hand slid from her hip to her jaw, tilting her face back as he leaned over her, his lips grazing the shell of her ear. "God— I missed you so much…" The confession was raw, barely audible over the sounds of their bodies moving together.
His other hand reached around, fingers finding her clit. His fingers worked in fast, tight circles, matching the deep thrusts of his hips. She gasped, her body tightening around him as pleasure built low in her stomach. His breath was hot against her neck, ragged and uneven, like he was barely holding on.
His thrusts grew faster, harder, the bed rocking beneath them. Every snap of his hips sent sparks through her, her moans coming out breathless.
"I’m close," he groaned, his rhythm turning uneven.
"Come inside me," she gasped, her voice barely audible against the sheets. "Please, I want to feel you."
His grip tightened at her words."Fuck, baby," he groaned.
Then, with one last deep thrust, he buried himself inside her, a rough groan tearing from his chest as he emptied inside her. His teeth grazed her shoulder, not quite biting, but enough to make her shiver. She felt the warmth of him filling her, his cock pulsing as she clenched around him, and the thought alone pushed her over the edge.
Her climax hit hard, her thighs shaking as pleasure crashed through her in waves. He held her through it, his breath still heavy against her skin, his body trembling slightly as he slowly came down.
For a long moment, they stayed connected, both trembling and breathless. Gojo eased out of her and collapsed onto the bed beside her.
They lay there in silence, chests rising and falling in sync. The sheets were definitely ruined. Sticky with sweat, tangled beneath them, and definitely stained.
‘Poor cleaning staff,’ she thought.
She closed her eyes, exhaustion and satisfaction weighing her limbs down. And then the thought came.
No one else has ever been this good.
Sure, she’d had partners since their breakup. Skilled ones, even. Ones who knew how to make her gasp, how to draw out pleasure until she trembled. But none of them had ever made her feel this.
She chuckled softly, then turned to face him, propping her head up on one hand. Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she looked at his messy hair and noticed his still-heavy breaths.
"That’s it?" she teased, dragging a fingertip down his sweat-slicked chest. "The great Satoru Gojo, reduced to a panting mess after just one round?"
His smirk returned, sharp and lazy all at once. "Oh, sweetheart," he said, catching her wrist and pulling her closer. "I was just giving you a head start."
She laughed, but the sound melted into a sigh as she leaned in, capturing his lips in a slow, passionate kiss. He responded instantly, his hand tangling in her hair as he kissed her back, deep and hungry, like he was starving for her again.
When she finally pulled away, her lips brushed his ear. "Really?" she murmured, "because I distinctly remember you whimpering my name when you came just now."
His grip tightened on her hip, but before he could retort, her hand slid down between them, fingers wrapping around his cock.
He was already half-hard again, and her touch drew a rough groan from him.
"Fuck—" he said, voice rough, but still smirking. "Someone’s eager. You need me this bad, huh?"
She stroked him slowly, watching his eyelids flutter as her thumb swiped over her head. "Just making sure you keep up with me," she said, biting her lip. "Unless you need a break?"
A low chuckle escaped. "Nice try," he murmured. "But I’m not letting you go that easily."
He tugged her closer, crashing their mouths together again. Her hand pumped him faster, her own breath hitching when he groaned into her mouth, his hips jerking under her touch.
Then she felt it. The thick, heavy pulse of him hardening fully against her palm. She broke the kiss with a smirk. “Oh? That didn’t take long.”
Gojo grinned teasingly. He fisted a hand in her hair, dragging her back to his mouth. He tried to sit up, ready to switch their positions, but she shoved him down with a palm to his chest.
“Ah-ah. No,” she teased, swinging a leg over his hips. “I get to be on top this time.”
His laugh was breathless, hands settling on her waist as she loomed over him. “Bossy tonight, aren’t we?”
“Don’t act like you don’t love it,” she shot back.
Her hand dipped lower, wrapping around his cock. She lifted herself, lining the head against her entrance, and sank in one smooth motion, both of them groaning as she took him in.
Gojo’s hands locked onto her waist, fingers digging in as she rolled her hips, setting a rhythm that had him swearing under his breath.
“Fuck—look at you,” he muttered, eyes running over her. Her breasts bounced with every roll of her hips, flushed and full, nipples peaked and begging for his mouth.
She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest, and rocked harder. “Like the view?” She teased.
"I love it. Love how you take me—" His words cut off as she slammed down.
His grip tightened as she rocked harder, her thighs flexing with every deep grind. She could feel every inch of him, stretching her just right, filling her until her toes curled.
Their breathing grew ragged, the air thick with the sound of skin meeting skin fast. She arched, riding him with deep, rolling pumps, her head tipping back as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter.
Gojo’s thumb brushed her hip, his voice rough with want. "Look at me when you cum, baby."
She straightened, locking eyes with him. Her flushed cheeks, her lips parted on a gasp, her hair a wild, sweat-damp mess. Seeing her like this, lost in pleasure because of him, sent an even stronger wave of lust through him.
"Fuck—" The word tore from him, before he reached behind her head, her gasp of surprise swallowed by his desperate kiss.
His tongue claimed her mouth just as he planted his feet flat on the bed, knees bending. In one smooth motion, he rolled his hips upward, forcing her to brace against his chest as he took over. Now he drove into her with sharp, upward snaps of his hips.
The shift had her moaning out against his lips, her nails digging into his shoulders.
Her gasp shattered against his lips, the new angle hitting that sweet spot with every snap of his hips. Her thighs trembled around him, as pleasure built up until she couldn’t hold back anymore.
"I'm gonna—ah!—I'm gonna cum!" she cried out, back bowing as the pleasure crashed over her.
Gojo groaned through gritted teeth, his cock twitching deep inside her as he came, filling her up. His grip on her hips held her down as he thrust through it, grinding to milk every last bit from them both.
Her legs shook uncontrollably, toes curling as aftershocks wracked her body. A whimper escaped her lips when he finally stilled.
They stayed like that for a while: breathless, sweaty, still connected. As they slowly relaxed, Gojo's tight grip softened into a hug.
He kissed her shoulder lightly, his hands moving gently up her back.
She melted against him, fingers running through his sweaty hair. Finally, she moved to lie beside him, his softening cock slipping out as cum leaked onto the sheets.
She stood up from the bed, legs still unsteady, and headed for the bathroom without looking back.
She didn’t turn around. “Shower,” she said quietly.
Once the door closed behind her, she leaned against it for a second and let out a breath. She stepped under the water and let it wash everything off her skin.
‘What just happened? What was this? Just a hookup? A way to let go of the past?’
Even if it had meant something to him, what would happen next? Could they go back to being together after everything? They were so young when she broke up with him. Maybe he had changed after all these years.
But she still remembered how his emotional unavailability and casual attitude had made her feel secondary to everything else in his life.
She sighed, rubbed her face, and tried not to think about the situation too much. When she stepped out, she dried herself off, wrapped herself in the hotel bathrobe, and opened the bathroom door.
Gojo was already dressed, pulling his pants up, fastening his belt.
Her stomach dropped. Of course. He’s already getting ready to leave. She forced a smile, trying to act casual. "Oh. So you’re leaving now?"
‘Stupid,’ she told herself.
He chuckled. "Yeah— Well… actually, I was gonna ask if you wanted to sleep in my room instead."
She blinked. "…why would I do that?"
He glanced pointedly at the wrecked bed, tangled sheets, pillows on the floor, blanket half hanging off, then back at her with a raised brow. "Kind of a mess, don’t you think? You don’t actually wanna sleep here, do you?"
‘Oh. Right,’ she thought, ‘This is all just for practical reasons...’
"Yeah— Why not…" she said quietly, brushing past him. She grabbed a simple set of pajamas, got dressed, and followed him out of the room.
The walk was silent. She didn’t know what to say, and apparently, neither did he.
When they reached his room, he tapped his card on the lock. The lock beeped, and the door opened. The air inside was cooler. The scent of his cologne hit her instantly.
Gojo pulled off his suit jacket and started unbuttoning his shirt.
“I’ll take a quick shower. I’ll be out in a minute,” he said before closing the bathroom door.
She nodded, eyes flicking to the bed, a single bed. Not that it should matter after everything.
She slipped under the covers, the sheets colder than hers. She lay there on her side, eyes open, staring at the wall, thoughts racing again.
She heard the water turn on. Then, minutes later, it stopped. The bathroom door creaked open, letting out a wave of steam. She shut her eyes quickly, pretending to be asleep.
Through her lashes, she could still make out his shape, the towel around his waist, hair damp as he rubbed it with another towel. He moved quietly. Grabbed some boxers. She felt the bed dip beside her as he got in.
A moment passed. Then she felt him shift closer.
He pressed a soft kiss to the back of her neck. Then another. The third was slower. She held her breath as his fingers brushed her hair aside, gently tucking it over her shoulder.
“…Are you asleep?” he whispered, his voice barely audible against her skin.
He let out a soft sigh and lay back for a moment.
She thought that was it. That he’d fall asleep and that would be the end of it.
But then his arm slid around her waist.
He pulled her closer, pressing himself against her back, his warmth chasing away the cold of the sheets.
His head lowered again, nuzzling into the curve of her neck. He placed another slow kiss there. Her heart was racing, her face turned away from him, eyes still shut.
She could feel everything. The quiet affection in his touch, the warmth of his breath, the steadiness in the way he held her.
Then he whispered, barely a breath against her skin.
She froze. Her lips parted, but no sound came out.
“I know you heard me," he murmured into her hair.
The way her breath hitched when he pulled her closer. The tension in her shoulders. She’d always been a terrible liar.
There was silence. Then, barely a whisper. "…Yeah."
His arm tightened around her. "And?"
She swallowed nervously. "And what?"
Gojo exhaled sharply, his grip shifting to turn her toward him. The sheets tangled between them as she finally faced him, close enough to see the frustration in his eyes.
"Don’t act dumb," he said. "You know what I mean."
Her throat tightened. "It's not that simple—"
“It is.” His thumb brushed her cheekbone, steady and insistent. “We’re both adults now. No point pretending this is anything less than what it is. You ended things back then. And maybe I let you. But I’m not doing that again.”
There was a pause. The only sound was the hum of the AC.
She looked away. "...What do you want me to say?"
"The truth." His fingers tilted her chin back. "Do you still love me or not?"
The question hung there. "Yes." The word slipped out before she could stop it. “I never stopped loving you...”
