Noa still has Gojo's jacket clutched to her chest, her rapid breathing slowing as she watches him languidly stroll to the door, a pleased smile on his face. He's talking with the delivery man, some young high schooler with dyed blonde hair and freckles. The young man laughs at something Gojo says. The bridge of her nose and brow scrunch up momentarily as she tries to alleviate the ache she still feels by rubbing her thighs together; food was the last thing she could think of right now while still feeling so over stimulated. Her eyes flick over to where he's still by the door before quickly slipping off the white couch, padding lightly across the wooden floors and down the hall to the bathroom.
Once the door shut, she quietly latched the lock. Her breaths came out shaky as she slowly padded toward the large empty soak tub, hoping he wouldn't notice if she was gone for a little bit. Maybe he'll just think she's using the bathroom or something. She hoped. Her head gently rests on the back of the tub, her fingers finding their way between her thighs, hoping to at least alleviate the ache a bit more than before. The mix of his saliva and her fluids coating her fingers.
He pays for the food and sets it on the counter, turning back toward the living room with a easy-going smile—only to find the couch empty. His smile fades into confusion that morphs into concern.
"Noa?"Gojo calls out, walking through the living room. The white sectional couch was empty. He notices the bathroom door is closed, and then he hears it—the slightest sound, a soft gasp that he recognizes all too well.
His cock immediately hardens again as realization dawns. His girlfriend is in there touching herself, trying to get off on her own fingers. Part of him wants to respect her privacy, but a much larger, more dominant part of him is already moving toward the door.
He tries the handle—locked. Of course.
"Baby,"his voice is low and rough through the door,"I can hear you in there. And while I'm flattered you needed more, you should have just asked me."
He leans against the doorframe, his enhanced hearing picking up every little sound she's making.
"Open the door, Noa. Let me help."There's heat in his voice now, possessive and commanding."If you needed to cum again you should've just asked me. I wouldn't have said no. "
He waits a beat, listening.
"Don't make me teleport in there, Noa. Open the door and let me help you."
She heard him, but it was more of bits and pieces that she was struggling to connect together. There's buzzing in her ears from the exhaustion and sexual frustration coursing through her body. She has one hand's fingers inside her, desperate to reach where it seemed only his cock was capable of reaching. Her other hand partially holding onto his jacket & holding the rim of the bathtub. Tears of frustration were rolled down her face as she rested her head on the rim of the bathtub as well. Her head felt hot and fuzzy inside all at once.
When she doesn't respond, concern overrides everything else. He doesn't hear her acknowledge him at all, and that combined with his enhanced senses picking up something that sounds like distress makes the decision for him.
In an instant, he teleports directly into the bathroom. What he sees makes his chest tighten—she's in the tub, clearly frustrated and desperate, tears on her face, clutching his jacket like a lifeline.
"Hey, hey, baby,"his voice is immediately soft as he's beside the tub in a heartbeat, kneeling down."I've got you. Look at me."
He gently takes her hand away from herself, bringing it to his lips to kiss her fingers.
"You should have told me you still needed more."He brushes the tears from her cheeks."Is it too much? Or not enough? Talk to me, Noa."
Without waiting for reply, he's pulling his shirt over his head and working his pants off, his eyes never leaving her face.
"I'm going to take care of you, okay? Properly this time."He steps into the tub with her, pulling her into his lap so she's straddling him."No more tears, baby. I'm right here."
His hands grip her hips, positioning her over his hard length.
"Is this what you need?" He whispers to her, his lips trailing up her jaw, tongue grabbing the tears there. "My cock filling you up?"
Her head nods as her heavy grey gaze found his blue one, more tears come down her face as she looks at him, panting hard, "M-My fingers won't reach where you did last night. Y-You're so mean."
Her words hit him hard—she's so desperate for him, so frustrated, and calling him mean while tears stream down her face. It's both heartbreaking and incredibly arousing to him.
"I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry,"He murmurs against her lips, wiping away her tears with his thumbs."You're right, I am mean. I got you all worked up and didn't finish taking care of you."
He positions her directly over him, one hand steadying her hip while the other guides his cock to her entrance.
"But I'm going to fix it right now."He watches her face intently as he slowly pulls her down onto him, groaning at how wet and ready she is."Fuck, you're so perfect. Feel that? That's where only I can reach."
Once he's fully seated inside her, he holds her still for a moment, letting her adjust, his forehead pressed to hers.
"Better?"Gojo's voice is strained with the effort of not moving yet."Tell me what you need, Noa. Fast? Slow? Hard? I'll give you anything."
His hands grip her hips possessively, ready to move her however she wants.
"And next time—next time you come to me." His lips brushed against the bridge of her nose. "You don't hide in here frustrated and crying. You come to your boyfriend and tell him you need his cock. Understood?"
Her mouth dropped open in a little gasp as she feels his cock slide inside her for the first time, in a position that reaches so deep, without a condom on. She panics a little, anxiety setting in thinking he hasn't realized this yet and will get pissed off later. She starts patting his shoulder, trying to get his attention, "W-Wait! You have to pull out!"
She lifted her hips up off him for a moment, his cock resting at her entrance as she hovers, sitting up on her knees as high as she can, "Y-You didn't put a condom on. Y-You always do s-so far when we've had sex. I don't want you to get upset later."
Her panic cuts through his haze of desire immediately, and he realizes she's right—in his rush to take care of her, he forgot the condom. But what gets him is her concern that he'll be upset with her.
"Hey, look at me,"He cups her face gently, his thumbs stroking her cheeks."First of all, I could never be upset with you about this. If anything, I'm the one who should have been more careful."
He searches her eyes, seeing the anxiety there, and his expression softens completely.
"But baby... do you want me to pull out?" His voice is quiet, vulnerable in a way he rarely allows himself to be. "Because... fuck, Noa. Being this close to you feels incredible."
One hand slides down to rest on her hip, not pushing or pulling, just holding.
"I'm clean—I get tested regularly for work. And you're on birth control, right?"He tries to remember if they'd discussed this."If you want me to use a condom, I will. Always. But if you're okay with it... I'd really like to feel all of you."
He leans up to kiss her softly.
"This is your choice. What do you want?"
She looks at him, her brow wrinkling as she tries to think, too sexually frustrated and exhausted to feel shy at the moment, "My college... I get yearly health exams. They're included in the grant package. My checkup was... normal. But... I promise, I don't have anything. I can't. You're the only one who's had their mouth on me... been inside me... that I've kissed."
She puts her head on his shoulder, exhaustion slowly starting to creep in. The next words she murmurs against his shoulder, "But, I'm not on birth control. I've.....never been with anybody before you or was looking for casual sex, so it didn't seem like I needed it I didn't want to alter my hormones if I didn't have to."
"…I don't want you to stop, though." An admission murmured with a lopsided grin. "It felt amazing without the condom. Haha, never thought I'd wish for birth control so badly."
Her confession hits him in waves—that not only has she never had sex with another person before, but that he's also her first kiss. The possessive part of him preens with satisfaction at that knowledge, but the responsible part of his brain is trying to maintain control despite how badly he wants to just sink back into her.
"Fuck,"He breathes against her hair, his grip on her hips tightening involuntarily."You're telling me I'm your first everything? Baby, that's..."He pulls back to look at her face, something fierce and tender in his expression."That's a lot of trust you've given me."
He runs his hands up and down her sides, thinking, trying to be rational when all he wants is to feel her wrapped around him with nothing between them.
"Okay, listen to me carefully,"Gojo's voice is rough but serious."I....the thought of us being connected with nothing between us like we are right now? Nothing between us so I can feel everything? I never thought I'd want that from someone else like I do right now."
He kisses her deeply before continuing.
"But I'm not going to risk getting you pregnant when you're exhausted and overwhelmed. Tomorrow, we'll get you an appointment to get on birth control. And until then, we use condoms."He strokes her face gently."I know that's not what either of us wants right now, but I want to take care of you properly."
He shifts slightly beneath her."Stay right here. Don't move."
She grabs his hand, desperate for something she can't quite name, "Don't go, please? You can just hold me instead until this feeling passes over. The aching goes away eventually, right? Please don't go. Please?"
Her desperate plea stops him immediately, and he sees the exhaustion and need warring in her eyes. His heart clenches at how vulnerable she looks, still hovering over him, begging him not to leave.
"I'm not going anywhere,"he promises, pulling her down against his chest and wrapping his arms around her."I've got you, baby. Just breathe."
He shifts them carefully so they're both more comfortable in the tub, her straddling his lap but no longer positioned over his cock. One hand strokes her hair while the other rubs soothing circles on her lower back under the hoodie.
"The aching will pass, I promise. Your body is just worked up because I got you so close and didn't finish properly."He kisses her temple."But we're going to handle this the right way."
He continues holding her, feeling her gradually start to relax against him as his hands run up and down her sides, though he can still feel the tension in her body.
"Tell me about something else. Distract yourself,"he murmurs against her hair."Tell me about your favorite flower. You said you like flowers, right?"
He keeps his touches deliberately non-sexual, just comforting and grounding, even though his own body is screaming at him for something else.
"I'm right here. Not going anywhere."