At the same time, on Sagittarius Island, territory of Gojo
Two years had passed since the war at the summit, an event that had shaken the entire world. During these two years, the relationship between Charlotte Smoothie and Satoru Gojo, now known as the Mad Emperor, had deepened considerably. However, rumors had eventually leaked out, like an unstoppable tide. The information that Smoothie was in a romantic relationship with Gojo had spread throughout the New World, causing unexpected turmoil. As a consequence, Gojo had to make a lot of efforts to appease an enraged Boa Hancock.
In Gojo's castle, dimly lit by flickering torches, Gojo stood there, bare-chested, his sculpted body slightly gleaming in the glow of the flames. His eyes, shining in the darkness, were fixed on Smoothie, whose usually confident face betrayed an unusual shyness. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her posture, although still imposing, seemed less warrior-like, almost vulnerable.
"Smoothie-chan," Gojo exclaimed with his usual provocative smile, breaking the silence. "You look nervous. Is it me that's making you feel this way, or is it the idea of what we could do tonight?"
Smoothie crossed her arms, her cheeks slightly blushing. "Stop talking, idiot," she mumbled, looking away. But her tone lacked conviction, and Gojo noticed it immediately.
He approached her, his steps slow and deliberate. "You know," he murmured, his voice softer, "I love it when you pretend to be angry. It makes you even more irresistible."
Smoothie looked up at him. "Do you really think your sweet words will make me give in?" she replied, a smirk forming on her lips. But her body betrayed her, her breath slightly quickening as Gojo closed the distance between them.
Without warning, he slid a hand behind her neck, pulling her towards him with confidence. Their lips met in a kiss. Smoothie, initially surprised, let herself be carried away, her hands instinctively finding Gojo's shoulders, her fingers digging into his warm skin. The kiss deepened, their tongues dancing, Gojo gently nibbling her lower lip, eliciting a soft moan from Smoothie, who pushed him away halfway, breathless.
"You're... unbearable," she breathed, but her eyes sparkled with a new light, a mix of desire and challenge.
Gojo chuckled, his hands slowly sliding down her arms, then to her waist. "And you, you're perfect," he murmured before kissing her again, this time more slowly, savoring every moment. His fingers boldly moved down, brushing her hips before resting on the inside of her thighs. Smoothie shivered, her breath catching as Gojo's fingers ventured further, caressing her skin through the thin fabric of her outfit.
"Gojo," she murmured, part protest, part invitation.
He didn't respond, too absorbed in exploring her body. His fingers found their way under her skirt, brushing the heat of her pussy through her panties. Smoothie let out a stifled moan, her hands gripping Gojo's biceps to steady herself. Encouraged, he pushed the fabric aside and slid a finger into her, finding her already wet with desire. He began to finger her slowly, his movements precise and teasing, delighting in Smoothie's reactions - her blushing cheeks, her parted lips, her half-closed eyes.
"You're so beautiful like this," he murmured, his voice husky, before adding a second finger, increasing the pace. Smoothie moaned louder, her hips instinctively moving against his hand. She tried to protest, but her words were lost in another kiss, Gojo capturing her lips with possessive eagerness.
Impatient, Smoothie suddenly pushed Gojo back, making him stumble until he hit the wall behind him. Her eyes flashed with defiance as she knelt before him, her hands quickly undoing his pants. "Do you think you're the only one who can play?" she said, a predatory smile on her lips.
Gojo raised an eyebrow, amused. "Go ahead, Smoothie-chan, show me what you can do."
Without hesitation, she freed his already hard cock, her fingers wrapping around him. She stroked him slowly, savoring how he twitched under her touch. Then, with a boldness that made Gojo's blood rise, she took him into her mouth, her tongue dancing around his tip before engulfing him deeper. Gojo let out a growl, his hand finding Smoothie's hair, lightly gripping it to guide her movements.
"Fuck, Smoothie..." he breathed, his voice trembling with pleasure. She sped up, alternating between sucking and stroking, her eyes locked on him, full of challenge. Gojo, on the brink of climax, gently pushed her away, panting. "Not so fast," he said with a smirk. "I have other plans for you."
He lifted her, aligning his cock with her dripping pussy, and with a smooth motion, he plunged into her. Smoothie cried out in pleasure, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper. Gojo began to move, first slowly, then with increasing vigor, each thrust making her moan louder.
"You're so tight," he growled, his hands gripping her buttocks, kneading them forcefully. He gave her a light spank, eliciting a surprised cry from Smoothie, followed by a moan of pleasure. "You like that, huh?" he teased, accentuating his movements.
"Shut up and keep going," she retorted, her lips finding his in a feverish kiss. Their bodies matched perfectly, the rhythm of their movements becoming almost frenzied. Gojo alternated between deep thrusts and slower caresses, prolonging their mutual pleasure.
Suddenly, he set her back on the ground, turning her to face the wall. He spread her legs, sliding into her from behind once again, his hands exploring her breasts as he pounded her. Smoothie clung to the wall, her moans echoing in the room. "Gojo... I'm gonna..." she gasped, feeling the orgasm building.
"Go ahead, come on my cock," he whispered in her ear, his fingers finding her clit to bring her to the edge. A few seconds later, Smoothie screamed, her body trembling under the wave of pleasure that washed over her. Gojo didn't slow down, prolonging her ecstasy until he reached his own peak, his hot cum spilling into her as he groaned her name.
They stayed like that for a moment, panting, their bodies still pressed against each other. Gojo eventually pulled out, gently turning her to embrace her. "So, Smoothie-chan, still want to smash my face in?" he asked, a mischievous smile on his lips.
Smoothie, still breathless, lightly tapped his chest. "You're unbearable," she mumbled, but she snuggled against him, a shy smile on her lips.