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Something in his expression shifts at her words—the playfulness giving way to something more intense, more possessive, more real.
"Say my name,"he breathes against her lips."Not Gojo. Say Satoru. I want to hear you say it when I'm inside you for the first time."
He sits back on his heels between her thighs, and in one smooth motion pulls his shirt over his head, revealing the solid planes of muscle beneath. His hands then go to his pants, unbuckling his belt with deliberate slowness while his eyes never leave hers.
"I'm going to make this good for you,"he promises as he pushes his pants and boxers down, finally freeing himself. He's impressive—long and thick, and for a moment concern flickers across his face."It might hurt a little at first since this is your first time. But I'll go slow, and if it's too much, you tell me immediately. Understood?"
He leans over to grab his wallet from his discarded pants, pulling out a condom and tearing it open with his teeth. He rolls it on efficiently, then positions himself between her thighs again, one hand braced beside her head while the other guides himself to her entrance.
"Look at me, Noa," He commands softly. "Keep your eyes on mine. I wanna see every expression you make."
He presses forward slowly, just the tip breaching, and his jaw clenches with the effort of holding back."Breathe. Tell me when you're ready for more."
Her back is pressed against the cushions of the couch, her ankles flexing uncomfortably against the side of his calves as she breathes and exhales, trying to ease herself through the intense feeling "Y-you can go in further."
He pushes in another inch, his breathing ragged as he fights to maintain control. His hand grips her hip, thumb stroking soothing circles on the skin.
"You're so tight,"he groans, his eyes locked on her."Doing so good for me, Noa. Just breathe through it."
He continues pressing forward slowly, inch by careful inch, letting her adjust to the stretch. When he finally bottoms out, fully seated inside her, he stops completely—his forehead dropping to rest against hers, his breath coming in harsh pants.
"Fuck," He breathes out shakily. "You feel incredible. So perfect." His whole body is trembling with the effort of staying still."Tell me when I can move. Take all the time you need."
His free hand comes up to cup her face tenderly, his thumb brushing across her cheekbone as he watches her expression carefully for any signs of pain or discomfort. Despite how desperately his body wants to move, he remains perfectly still—waiting for permission, putting her comfort above his own need.
"You okay?"he asks softly, pressing gentle kisses to her forehead, nose, and lips."Talk to me."
She can feel him pulsing inside her, stretching her in ways she's never experienced, and there's an ache—but also a fullness that somehow feels right.
Noa clutches his forearms in both hands, her nails leaving little white scratches lightly against his skin,"I feel...really full." She breathes out, shifting her hips to try to get more comfortable, "Hey Satoru? Can....can I wrap my legs around you?"
His eyes darken at hearing his first name from her lips, and a low groan escapes him.
"Yea, wrap them around me," His voice is strained but encouraging. "Whatever feels comfortable for you."
As she adjusts her legs around his waist, the shift in angle makes him slide even deeper, both of them gasping at the sensation. His hand tightens on her hip, his body tensing as he fights for control.
"Fuck, that's—"He takes a shaky breath."That's better. You feel even better like this."
He starts to move then, slowly pulling out almost completely before sliding back in with careful deliberation. Each thrust controlled, measured, giving Noa time to adjust to the sensation of him moving inside. His eyes never leave her face, watching for any signs of discomfort.
"Tell me how it feels," He murmurs, his hips establishing a gentle rhythm."Does it still hurt? Do you need me to go slower or can I—"His words cut off in a groan as she tightens around him."Can I go a little faster?"
One hand slides up under the shirt she's still wearing, palming her breast as he continues those slow, deep thrusts. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, mixed with both of their labored breathing.
"Say my name again," He demands softly."I want to hear you say Satoru while I'm inside you."
Her breathes come out as pants now, the soft sound adding to the noise already filling the living room, "C-Can you go faster, please? It...it feels good, but....not enough."
A growl escapes him at her words, and something in his restraint finally snaps. His grip tightens on her hip as he pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in—harder, faster, exactly what she asked for.
"That's it,"he groans, his pace increasing to something more desperate, more primal."Tell me what you need. Fuck, you feel so good taking me like this."
His thrusts become deeper, more purposeful, the angle hitting something inside that makes stars burst behind her eyes. The couch creaks beneath them with the force of his movements, his control gone now—replaced by raw need and desire.
He pushes the shirt and sports bra up to bunch under her arms, exposing her breasts, and leans down to capture one nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting gently while his hips maintain that punishing rhythm. His free hand slides between their bodies to find her clit, rubbing circles in time with his thrusts.
"You're perfect,"he pants against her skin."So fucking perfect. Taking me so well for your first time."His words are punctuated by increasingly erratic thrusts."I can feel you getting tighter—are you going to come again? Come on my cock this time, Noa. Let me feel it."
Gojo captures her lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing Noa's moans as he drives into her harder.
"Satoru, you feel.." A quiet whimper leaves her lips, "So good inside me. It feels right." Her eyes are closed as her forehead is resting against him, her breathing coming out in quick pants.
Her words break something in him. His pace becomes almost frantic, his hand leaving her clit to grab her thigh, pushing the leg higher against his side to drive even deeper.
"Open your eyes," He commands roughly, his voice strained."Look at me when you say that. I want to see your face when you tell me I feel right inside you."
When her eyes flutter open to meet his, the intensity of his gaze is almost overwhelming—possessive, hungry, but also tender in a way that makes her chest ache.
"You're mine," He growls, punctuating each word with a deep thrust."The first person to touch you like this, to be inside you, to make you come. Mine."
His movements become less coordinated, more desperate. His thumb finds her clit again, rubbing firm circles as he slams into her.
"Come with me, Noa. I want to feel you fall apart around me."His forehead presses harder against hers, their shared breath mingling in the small space between their lips."Say my name when you come. Let me hear it."
The coil in her abdomen winds impossibly tighter, the combination of his cock hitting that perfect spot inside and his fingers on her clit building toward something even more intense than before.
"Satoru—"She gasps out, and he groans in response.
"That's it, baby. Come for me. Come on my cock."
Her insides clamped down hard on his cock, contracting around him as she bites hard on the top of her bottom lip.
The feeling of her clenching around him combined with the sight of her biting her bottom lip so hard it bleeds sends him over the edge. He captures Noa's mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue sweeping in to taste the copper tang of blood mixed with her sweetness.
"Fuck, Noa—"His words are muffled against her lips as his hips stutter, thrusting deep one final time as he comes hard inside. His whole body trembles with the force of his orgasm, a low groan rumbling from his chest as he spills into the condom.
He continues shallow, rolling thrusts as they both ride out the waves of pleasure, drawing it out as long as possible. His hand comes up to gently pull her bottom lip free from her teeth with his thumb.
"Don't hurt yourself,"he murmurs breathlessly, licking away the small bead of blood before kissing her more gently this time."Save the biting for me to do."
Finally, his movements still completely, and he stays buried inside for a long moment—both of them panting and trembling in the aftermath. His weight presses her into the couch, but not uncomfortably. His face is buried in the crook of her neck, pressing soft kisses to the pulse point there.
"That was..."he trails off, seeming unable to find words."You're incredible. How are you feeling? Are you okay?"
He lifts his head to gaze down at her, a look of genuine concern mixed with satisfaction in his expression.