𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰ᯓ★

Gojo, your boyfriend—or husband, whatever fits in the moment—has always been a mystery, especially when it comes to intimacy. It’s frustrating, really. No matter how far you two go, he never lets you touch him. The reason? He won’t tell you. Not for a while, at least. It's not that you haven’t tried; you've kissed, made out, felt each other up more times than you can count, but it never goes beyond that. As wild as it sounds, Satoru Gojo—the Satoru who flaunts his power like a god, who acts like the world is his playground—actually wants to take things slow. He has a plan. Of course he does. In his head, it’s all mapped out perfectly.

It starts small. He imagines the moment—maybe in the shower, where the steam fogs up the glass and your skin is slick and warm. A simple makeout session turns into something more, something gentle. His fingers would roam your body like they always do, but this time... a little deeper, a little more deliberate. He’d prep you carefully, not rushing, never pushing you beyond what you’re ready for. And then, only after what seems like endless teasing and anticipation, the real moment would come. The day where you were truly, completely ready for him. It’s like a daydream for him, playing over and over in his head. He wouldn’t tell you this, though—at least not right away.

Gojo might be a powerhouse, a sorcerer who holds the weight of the world on his shoulders, but in moments like these, he’s nothing short of a man-child. He whines, pouts, and complains like he’s not the most powerful being on Earth, even though he's pushing 30. It’s like a game to him sometimes, acting like he’s not serious when deep down, he is—especially when it comes to you. He’ll tease, he’ll joke, he’ll pout if you don't indulge him, but he’s always careful, always mindful of your boundaries.

And then there’s his darker side, the one that makes you blush when he brings it up with that mischievous grin of his. He’s got a penchant for BDSM, for spanking, for all those kinks you wouldn't expect from someone who hardly takes anything seriously. He’ll entertain the wildest ideas, even letting you take control and fuck him if you can convince him hard enough. But for all his playfulness, Gojo’s careful not to push you. He’s always watching, always gauging what you’re comfortable with. And when he finally gives in, it’ll be exactly on his terms—but always with you in mind, always with that mix of wildness and respect that makes him impossible to resist.

You are both in the living room of his mansion, on a white couch with you lying against the arm rest and him in between your legs both of you still fully clothed.