She leaned back on her thighs to look at him, inadvertently rubbing against his cock. Her eyes were hazy, the red coloring on her cheeks from earlier present and making the grey irises darker, "I,um, I like hydrangeas, the blue & pink ones. And...I like cactuses. They're cute.
She lies back down on his chest, her body relaxing into his hold.
Her innocent movement against him made him groan low in his throat, his cock throbbing in response. His hands gripped her hips to still her, holding her firmly in place.
"Baby, you need to stop moving like that,"his voice is strained, almost pained."I'm trying really hard to be responsible right now, and you rubbing against me is making it very difficult."
He can feel her relaxing against him though, her body finally starting to wind down from the overwhelming arousal. He tries to focus on that instead of the ache in his own body.
"Hydrangeas and cacti, huh?"He tries to keep his voice steady, conversational. "That's an interesting combo. Kind of contradicting tastes, don't you think? "
His hands slide up her back, rubbing in soothing circles, deliberately keeping them away from anywhere that might reignite the fire. He told her he was going to be the responsible one, and he meant it. Well, he was trying to anyway. His thoughts kept shifting back and forth between doing the right thing and doing what he actually wanted.
"We'll get some for the apartment. Fill that balcony with plants for you."He kisses the top of her head."Maybe it'll help distract you from wanting to jump your boyfriend every five minutes."
He feels her settle more heavily against him as exhaustion starts winning, "You're exhausted, aren't you? When's the last time you actually slept properly before last night?"
She cuddles deeper against him, bringing her arms up to her chest and resting them against him. As she readjusts her head and body, stretching a bit. A yawn slips out of her mouth.
"Hmm, I like the plant idea. It'd look really pretty in here then." Another yawn as she slides further down. "And maybe I should find an ugly boyfriend then. That'll fix that problem won't it?"
Her words combined with her sliding down onto his cock made him lose his train of thought for a moment. Was she actually..? His hands flexed in their grip on her sides, stopping her before she takes him any deeper, but he's already halfway inside her and they both know it.
"Fuck, Noa,"he groans, his head falling back against the tub."You can't say things like that while you're literally sliding onto my cock. I was doing so good behaving, but I'm just a man. You keep chipping away at my self control when you do things like that."
He looks at her through heavily lidded eyes, his jaw tight with restraint.
"An ugly boyfriend? Baby, you're stuck with me now. The ridiculously attractive one who apparently can't keep his hands off you."Despite his words, he's still holding her hips, preventing her from taking him deeper even though every fiber of his being is screaming at him to just thrust up into her.
"Tell me right now—are you doing this on purpose? Because you're exhausted and half-asleep and grinding on me, and I'm trying so fucking hard to be responsible here."
His thumbs stroke her hip bones, his voice dropping lower. His brow furrows for a moment, indecision in his eyes as he internally weighs the pros and cons of the situation before they clear with decisiveness.
"If you don't want me inside you without a condom, you need to get off me right now." His jaw clenches, "Because in about five seconds, my self-control is going to snap."
His cock twitches inside her, and he groans again.
"Choose, Noa. Now."
She tilted her head, the sleepiness evident in her eyes, "I wasn't doing anything on purpose though? I promise Satoru."
Her confused, sleepy expression combined with that innocent promise makes something inside him crack. She genuinely doesn't realize what she's been doing—she's just exhausted and seeking comfort from him instinctively.
"I know you weren't, baby. I know,"he breathes out, his resolve crumbling."You're just so tired you're not even thinking about it."
He makes a decision for them, pulling her fully down onto him in one smooth motion until he's completely seated inside her. The groan that escapes him is pure relief and pleasure. If he's going to be inside her, then it might as well be all the way. No point in half-assing something.
"Fuck it. I'm not pulling out now."His hands slide up her back under the hoodie, holding her close."But we're doing this my way. You're going to stay just like this—no moving, no grinding. Just let me hold you while you rest."
He shifts them slightly so they're both more comfortable, his cock deep inside her but not moving.
"I'll pull out before I come, I promise. But right now, can we just be connected like this?"He kisses her forehead tenderly." Honestly? I need it too. Need to feel this close to you."
One hand comes up to stroke her hair while the other stays wrapped around her waist,"Just relax, Noa. Let yourself drift."
When he fully sheaths himself inside her, She gasps at the deep feeling. Her arms, weakened by the exhaustion, wrap around his neck, Her small little nails digging into the skin on his back. She rest her head in the crook of his neck, breathing deeply as she relaxes into him. "I.. ah.. ha.. I thought you didn't want to thought? Ah.. T-This feels so… good? natural? I-I don't know how to describe…ah!.. it.."
Her nails digging into his back and the way she gasps against his neck nearly destroys what little control he has left. He has to force himself to stay still, his hands gripping her to prevent any movement.
"I didn't want to risk getting you pregnant," his voice is strained, rough with barely contained desire."But you're half-asleep and kept grinding on me and I'm only human, baby. Well," He chuckled to himself, '...mostly human."
He can feel every flutter and clench of her around him, pulling a low groan from somewhere deep inside him.
"Yea, no walls. No bullshit." His voice drops softer. "You don't have to think so hard around me. That's kinda the point."
A hand runs through his hair, pushing the white strands back.
"But you need to stop talking and just relax. Every time you make those sounds or shift even a little, it makes it harder for me to keep my promise about pulling out."One hand slides up to cup the back of her head."Just breathe, baby. Close your eyes."
He holds her close, feeling her gradually start to relax despite the intimate position.
"That's it. Just like that."
She lets him take control of the situation as she rests her head in the crook of his neck.
He feels her finally surrender to exhaustion, her body going soft and pliant against him. She'd fallen asleep halfway through the conversation and somehow still hadn't let go of his shirt still.
"Good girl,"he murmurs softly, one hand stroking through her hair while the other rubs slow circles on her lower back. "I'm not going anywhere, promise."
He can feel her breathing gradually evening out against his neck, though she's still awake. The intimacy of this moment—just holding her while buried deep inside her, no movement, just connection—is something he's never experienced before.
"You know what?"his voice is quiet, almost wondering."I've had a lot of sex in my life, but I've never done this. Just... stayed still and held someone like this."
He shifts slightly to get more comfortable, the movement making them both gasp softly.
"Sorry,"he breathes out."Trying not to move is harder than I thought it'd be."
His thumb traces patterns on her hip bone through the hoodie.
"How are you feeling now? Still aching, or is this helping?"He presses a kiss to her temple. "And before you fall asleep on me completely, we should probably actually eat that food at some point. You need actual food at some point."
"It helps a bit.. I still feel....yea." The blush across her cheeks darkens."But I think it's getting better.
She laughs a little, "Ah haha, sorry. I just thought about something funny, haha." She hid her face against his collarbone, the laugh from her slightly hysterical, "I'm sorry, I know I'm not supposed to talk. My bad haha."
Her laugh and the way she tightens around him makes his grip turn almost bruising, a harsh sound escaping through gritted teeth.
"Fuck, Noa,"his voice is strained, almost pained."You can talk, baby, but when you laugh like that you squeeze around me and it's—"
He has to pause, breathing hard, fighting against the voice in his head that's screaming at him to move.
"What was so funny?" He tries to focus on conversation instead. "Tell me, distract me."
One hand slides up to cradle the back of her head, keeping her close while the other stays firmly on her hip to prevent any movement.
"And don't apologize for talking. I love hearing your voice."He kisses her forehead softly.
He feels himself starting to lose the battle on keeping his promise, leaning his head back to look at the ceiling."Though honestly, I'm starting to think this was a terrible idea. The most pleasurable torture I've ever experienced."
She smiled at him, the exhaustion fading for a moment, "It's just, I went from calling you a psych patient & being scared of you thinking you escaped an insane asylum when we first met, to being comfortable enough around you that I'm falling asleep on your cock in the bathtub haha. I don't think I could have ever predicted this outcome that night."
A small yawn escapes her at the end, her eyes going half lidded as she rests on him, cheek pressed against his shoulder.
Her words make him laugh—a genuine, warm sound that rumbles through his chest and caused him to shift slightly inside her, making them both gasp.
"Ah, you know, I do vaguely remember you mentioning something like that the last few days." He's grinning now despite the strain in his body. "I mean, fair assumption given how I probably looked materializing in that alley at 3am."
He strokes her hair tenderly, affection flooding through him.
"But you're right. We've come a long way from you being terrified of me to letting me sleep on your couch, to..."he paused, pressing a kiss to her temple,"...to this."
He can feel her getting heavier against him as exhaustion wins.
"You're falling asleep, aren't you?"His voice is soft, indulgent. "My girlfriend is literally passing out while I'm inside her. That's a new experience."
He carefully shifts them, one arm secure around her waist.
"Okay, change of plans. I'm going to pull out now while you're half-asleep, then we're getting you dried off and into bed. The food can wait."He slowly, carefully lifts her off him, both of them making small sounds at the loss of contact.
"Come on, baby. Let's get you comfortable."
As he sets her in the bathtub, She lays her head against the side with her eyes half closed, "Satoru, can I sleep in this one? Or do I have to change? And can you carry me? please?"
His heart does something complicated in his chest at her sleepy request and the use of his first name. She looks so small and vulnerable sitting there in his oversized hoodie, barely able to keep her eyes open.
"You can absolutely sleep in that one, baby,"he says softly, already reaching for a towel."And of course I'll carry you."
He carefully helps her stand, wrapping the towel around her lower half to dry her legs quickly. His movements are efficient but gentle, taking care of her like she's something precious.
"Arms up for just a second,"he instructs, checking that the hoodie isn't wet before deciding it's fine."Okay, you're good."
He scoops her up effortlessly, one arm under her knees and the other supporting her back. She weighs practically nothing to him, and he adjusts her so her head can rest against his shoulder.
"There we go. I've got you."He carries her out of the bathroom, navigating easily through his apartment despite the dim lighting."My girlfriend is so tired she can barely keep her eyes open. What am I going to do with you?"
He shoulders open his bedroom door, carrying her to the bed, "You want the covers over you or are you warm enough in the hoodie?"
Noa's head lolled against his shoulder, not even a vague response from her as her chest rises and falls in a steady pattern.
He realizes she's completely passed out when he tries to lay her down and her arms stay locked around his neck. A soft, fond smile crosses his face.
"Of course you fell asleep mid-carry,"he murmurs quietly, carefully maneuvering them both onto the bed without waking her.
He gently works to unlock her arms from around his neck, being as tender as possible. Once he's free, he arranges her properly on the bed, making sure she's comfortable. He pulls the covers up over her, tucking them around her small frame.
For a moment, he just stands there watching her sleep—this tiny girl who somehow managed to completely turn his world upside down in less than a couple days. Her light brown hair is still damp, splayed across his pillow, and she looks so peaceful.
"What are you doing to me?"he whispers, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
He quickly goes back to put the food up and turn off the bathroom light before returning to the bedroom. Gojo slides into bed beside her, pulling her close so her back is against his chest. His arm wraps protectively around her waist, holding her secure.
"Sleep well, Noa,"he presses a kiss to her shoulder through the hoodie before letting himself finally rest.