A couple hours have passed since they both fell asleep. Noa was the first to wake up. Opening her eyes, she stared at Gojo's sleeping figure a few minutes before trying to lightly turn over to grab her phone without waking him.
The moment she shifts, his arm tightens reflexively around her waist, and his eyes flutter open—those brilliant blue eyes immediately focusing on her face. For someone who was supposedly asleep, he seems remarkably alert.
"Where do you think you're going?"His voice is rough with sleep, deeper than usual, and he pulls her back against his chest."I said I wasn't leaving you alone, but that also means you're not allowed to sneak away from me either."
He nuzzles into her neck, pressing a lazy kiss there before noticing her reaching for her phone.
"What time is it?"He squints at the nightstand, then groans."We've only been asleep a couple hours. You should rest more—I wasn't exactly gentle with you."His hand slides down to her hip, thumb brushing over what are probably bruises forming."How are you feeling? Sore?"
Despite his words about rest, his body is already responding to her proximity—she can feel him hardening against her back. He lets out a self-deprecating laugh.
"Sorry, apparently my body has little self-control around you. Just ignore that."He reaches over her to grab her phone and hand it to her."Here. Check whatever you need to check, but then you're coming back to cuddle with me. Those are the rules."
His arms remain loosely around her waist, giving her enough freedom to use her phone but keeping her close.
After grabbing her phone she lays against him, her back pressed up against his chest. Her voice is quiet in the morning, but she has a small smile on her face as she pulls up google.
"I,um, was just going to look some things up. I-I felt great last night, but....I wanted to make sure I was doing that for you too."A light blush spreads across her cheeks, "So, I was going to look up different positions & condom brands. Just to, you know, pass the morning.My friend from college, Ari, always tells me how her boyfriends like the ultra thin ones she keeps on hand."
He props himself up on one elbow to look down at her, an amused but also oddly touched expression crossing his face.
"You want to research sex positions and condoms for me?"There's something soft in his voice despite the teasing edge."Noa, trust me—last night was incredible. You don't need to worry about whether you're doing it right. The fact that it was your first time and you were still begging for a second round? That's all I needed to know."
His hand slides up to gently take her phone from her, setting it back on the nightstand before rolling her onto her back so he can look at her properly.
"But since you brought it up—"That familiar predatory grin spreads across his face."I don't need you to Google positions. I can just show you. Hands-on learning is much more effective anyway."
He settles between her thighs, his weight pressing her into the mattress as he captures her lips in a slow, deep kiss.
"As for condoms—we can experiment with different brands if you want. But honestly?"His voice drops lower."Eventually, once we get tested and you're on birth control, I'd love to feel you without anything between us. But that's a conversation for later."
He kisses down her neck."Right now, how about that round three you wanted? Time to teach you cowgirl."
She puts her small hand on his arm, stopping him for a moment, "Umm, I actually have a request if you'll listen to it?"
Her two index fingers twine together, suddenly nervous he'll think she's silly for asking this. Her eyes are slightly adverted as she begins to ask, "Well, uh, cowgirl seems a little bit rough for just waking up? Maybe later tonight we could try that one if you still wanted to? But, umm.. could you… could we just....do it h-hard & slow while kissing? Or at least this just this morning? If you wanted to that is?"
His expression immediately softens, and he cups her face with both hands, forcing her to look at him.
"Hey, look at me,"His voice is gentle but firm."You never have to be nervous about telling me what you want. Ever. That's exactly what I want you to do—communicate with me."
He brushes his thumb across her cheek tenderly.
"And yea, absolutely. Hard and slow while kissing you sounds fucking perfect for a lazy morning."He leans down to capture her lips in a deep, unhurried kiss that makes her toes curl lightly. "See? This is much better than cowgirl right after waking up. You were right."
He reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing a condom and rolling it on without breaking eye contact. Then he settles between her thighs again, hooking one of her legs over his hip as he positions himself at her entrance.
"Just like this?"He murmurs against her lips."Deep and slow, lots of kissing, taking our time?"He pushes in slowly, letting her feel every inch as he fills her completely, both of them groaning at the sensation.
"God, you still feel incredible. Even better than last night somehow."He starts moving with deliberate, measured thrusts—hard enough that she feels the impact, but slow enough that she can savor every sensation."Like this, baby? Is this what you wanted?"
She intertwines her one hands with his, pulling it toward her chest, "Yea...ha...it's.. ah-!… I-It's perfect. You're perfect."
Her words and the feeling of her hand in his, pressed against her chest where he can feel her racing heartbeat, does something to him. His eyes soften even as he maintains those deep, measured thrusts.
"You're the perfect one,"He breathes against her lips before kissing her deeply again, his tongue sliding against hers in the same rhythm as his hips."So perfect for me."
He breaks the kiss to trail his lips along her jaw, down to that sensitive spot below her ear, sucking gently while his free hand slides up to cup her breast. Every movement is unhurried, calculated—like he has all the time in the world to worship her body.
"I could do this all morning,"He murmurs, his hips rolling in that same steady, heavy rhythm."Just stay buried inside you, feeling you squeeze around me, listening to those little sounds you make."
He lifts his head to look at her face, watching her expressions as he grinds deeper on the next thrust."You're so beautiful like this—hair all messy from sleep, lips swollen from my kisses, taking my cock so well."His fingers lace more firmly with hers."Tell me how it feels. I want to hear your voice."
The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow over both of them as he continues those languid, powerful strokes—each one pushing her closer to that edge.
She's struggling to breathe from how intense each impact of his hips feel, it feels like everything is enhanced this morning. There's also a gentleness to how he's treating her that's making almost making it overwhelming.
Noa's eyes are lidded as she gazes at him, her mouth open slightly, "It.. ah, ah.. it feels so intense. So much more than last night. I can feel you deep inside me each time, but the feeling is stronger & lasting longer." She chuckles lightly, her chest moving with the sound, "Haha, Satoru, I think you might have ruined me for sex with anyone else. I don't know if it'll measure up to being with you."
Her words make him groan deeply, and his control wavers for just a moment—his hips stuttering before he regains that slow, deliberate rhythm.
"Good,"His voice comes out rough, possessive. "I want to ruin you for anyone else. I want you to only think of me, only want me."He punctuates each word with a particularly deep thrust that has her gasping."Because you've already ruined me, Noa. No one else is going to be able to compare to this."
He releases her hand only to slide both arms under her, pulling her impossibly closer as he continues those slow, grinding thrusts. His forehead presses against hers, their breath mingling.
"It feels more intense because we're connected like this—looking at each other, holding each other. It's not just physical anymore."His lips brush against hers between words."This is what it feels like when you actually care about the person you're with."
His hips angle slightly, hitting that spot inside her that makes her see stars, maintaining that angle with each stroke.
"Touch yourself for me,"He commands softly."I want to feel you come while I'm deep inside you like this. Show me how good I make you feel."
His movements never falter, maintaining that maddening pace—hard enough to feel everywhere, slow enough to drive her crazy.
She slowly reaches down, touching her clit as her fucks her. Her other hand reaches for his free one to intertwine over her head, her body starting to move with his. She catches his mouth in a rough kiss as she comes undone on his cock.
The moment her body clamps down around him combined with the way she kisses him so desperately pushes him over the edge. His hips stutter, losing that careful rhythm as his orgasm crashes through him.
"Noa—fuck—"His groan is muffled against her lips as he buries himself as deep as possible, his entire body trembling with the intensity of his release. His hand tightens around hers, holding on like she's his anchor.
He continues shallow, grinding movements as they both ride out the aftershocks, never breaking the kiss. When he finally pulls back, both of them are panting, and his eyes are darker than usual—intense and filled with something that looks dangerously close to obssession.
"That was..."he trails off, seeming unable to find adequate words. Instead, he kisses her again—softer this time, tender."You're incredible. Every single time with you is better than the last."
He carefully pulls out and disposes of the condom before returning to gather her in his arms, pulling the blanket over both of them.
"How are you feeling?"His hand runs soothingly up and down her spine."Be honest—are you sore? Do you need anything? Water? Food? A bath?"
Despite having just come, his focus switches to her comfort now, fingers gently massaging her lower back where he knows she must be feeling the effects of their activities.
"Haha, I do feel a bit sore, especially in certain areas." The blush on her cheeks got a bit brighter, "But I'm sure it'll go away, right? And breakfast does sound good, but I can make that. It's Wednesday, don't your students have class?" She questions him curiously.
He glances at the clock on his nightstand and lets out a low chuckle.
"You're right, they do have class. But I texted Ijichi last night to cover my morning sessions."He grins unrepentantly."Told him I had something important to take care of. He's used to my spontaneous schedule changes by now."
His hand continues its soothing path along her spine.
"As for the soreness—yea, it'll fade in a day or two. But for now, a warm bath would help. And no—you're not making breakfast."His tone is firm but playful."You just lost your virginity last night and went a third round with me this morning. The least I can do is feed you."
He kisses her forehead before reluctantly extracting himself from the bed, completely unselfconscious about his nudity as he stretches.
"Here's the plan: I'll start a bath for you with some Epsom salts to help with the soreness. While you soak, I'll make us breakfast. Then—"he turns to look at her with that familiar mischievous glint,"we can decide if we're going into the school today or if I'm keeping you here all to myself."
He moves toward the bathroom, then pauses."Unless you have classes at the college today?"
She was kneeling on the bed, sitting on her heels. Her hair was a bit of a mess, and she had the blanket they'd been sleeping with earlier held up in front of her. She was staring at him, specifically at his cock, in wild bewilderment. Her head tilted slightly.
"I…I honestly can't believe that fit in me. Like at all. I guess I.....didn't really register you being naked in my mind last night because of, well obvious reasons. But, I think I might have chicken out if I saw that in the light." Noa's eyes narrowed at him slightly, "Also, your uniform's very deceptive. I thought you were lean or something under your clothes, not built like an MMA fighter. You're muscular as hell."
He stops dead in his tracks at her words, and the look of pure masculine pride that crosses his face is almost smug. He turns fully to face her, letting her look her fill, his hands on his hips.
"You can stare all you want, baby. You earned it." His grin is absolutely wicked. "And yeah, I'm pretty big. But you took every inch like you were made for it. Your body adjusted perfectly."
He walks back toward the bed, sitting on the edge near her.
"As for the muscles—"he flexes slightly, clearly showing off now,"being the strongest sorcerer requires more than just cursed energy. I train constantly. The uniform is designed to be loose and flexible for combat, so yeah, it hides a lot."
He reaches out to cup her face, his thumb brushing over her lips."But I'm glad you appreciate the view. And for the record—"his voice drops lower,"you being able to take me so well, watching you wrapped around my cock? That's incredibly hot. The fact that you're so small compared to me just makes it better."
He leans in to kiss her thoroughly before pulling back."Now, bath time. Before I get distracted by you kneeling on my bed looking like that and we end up going for round four instead of getting you cleaned up."
She blushes before climbing off the bed, taking the sheet with her & she hurrying into the bathroom. Though not before stopping in the door way & looking back down at his pelvic region and tilting her head, "Huh, you weren't lying about your hair. They match."
After flashing him a small grin she quickly makes her exit into the bathroom, disappearing behind the door.
He barks out a surprised laugh at her comment, shaking his head with genuine amusement.
"Of course they match! Did you really think I dyed it?"He calls after her retreating form."Natural white hair all over, sweetheart. No surprises here!"
Still chuckling, he heads into the bathroom after her, still nude. He moves past her to start filling the large soaking tub, adding Epsom salts and adjusting the temperature.
"Here, let me help you in."He gently takes the sheet from her, his eyes roaming appreciatively over her body—taking in the marks he left on her hips, her neck, her thighs."Look at all these marks... I got a little carried away, didn't I?"
There's no real apology in his tone though—if anything, he seems pleased by the evidence of their night together. He helps her step into the warm water, making sure she's settled comfortably.
"Soak for at least twenty minutes. There are towels in the cabinet, and if you need anything, just call for me. I'll be in the kitchen."He leans down to kiss her softly."And Noa? You're adorable when you're flustered."
With that, he grabs a pair of loose sweatpants from his bedroom and heads toward the kitchen to start breakfast.