Chapter 13
*Mature themes ahead.*
Gojo crossed one leg over the other, knowing full well his leg was now brushing Kaia's. She sat in the window seat on the plane and alternated between sleeping, reviewing the mission file, and staring out the window. She didn't talk to him much, only when they first got on the plane and she saw they were in first class. She had asked him if he had anything to do with that and he had just smiled and told her to go with it.
He had hoped the plane ride wouldn't be so awkward. Maybe he shouldn't have kissed her the other day. She'd been icing him out since that night and it was slowly killing him. Every time he tried talking to her, he'd been greeted only with one word responses.
It sucked.
He kept thinking about that night. About how she tasted like strawberries and how she kissed him back. How she curled her fingers in the material of his shirt and leaned into him. He'd even dreamt about it, only in his dream she didn't abruptly turn away from him. In his dreams, it went on until he was waking up with tight pants and covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
Gojo tapped his fingers on his knee and glanced at where Kaia was looking over that stupid mission file for the fifteenth time and without a second thought, he reached over and plucked it from her hands.
Those deep green eyes were on him immediately.
"Hey!"
"You've looked over this about a hundred times. Give it a rest," he said.
In typical Kaia fashion, she gave a dramatic sigh and twisted a lock of auburn hair around her finger.
"I just don't want to screw this up," she admitted.
"You won't. Now relax. We'll be there soon."
She nodded and went back to looking out the window and his shoulders deflated. He really couldn't handle it if she kept ignoring him like this. They were going to be overseas for a minimum of three days, probably longer if he was being honest, and he couldn't deal with her distance for that long. It would eat him alive.
They landed an hour later and took a taxi to the hotel. It was still early in the evening when they arrived and Kaia was still painfully detached. So Gojo took charge of checking them into the hotel.
He walked up to the front desk and smiled at the receptionist. She was clearly a few years older than him, but she was stunning with light brown hair, hazel eyes, with a perfect complexion that was free of any blemishes. She took one look at him, eyes sweeping up and down his frame, batting her eyelashes at him.
"How can I help you?"
He leaned an elbow on the marble check-in counter and kept that smile on his face.
"Checking in for Satoru Gojo and Kaia Murakami," he said.
The receptionist's hazel eyes flickered over his shoulder to where Kaia was likely standing behind him and rolling her eyes at his flirtatious behavior. Part of him hoped it bothered her. Maybe then she'd finally pay attention to him.
The receptionist clicked her tongue and started typing away on the computer.
"I have you booked on the twelfth floor in connecting rooms. You'll be in room 1223 and Ms. Murakami will be in 1224," she said. She gathered a few things together in a broad folder. A brochure, a detailed explanation on room service and continental breakfast, and the room keys. She slid the folder across the counter and as Gojo went to take it, she held onto it a little longer and looked up at him through thick eyelashes.
"I'm on duty all night. So if you need anything, just call the front desk," she drawled, exaggeratedly biting her lower lip.
Well. She was confident and he liked that. But before he could say anything back there was the sharp sound of Kaia scoffing behind him. She joined him at the counter, grabbed the envelope that Gojo and the receptionist were both touching, and stalked off towards the elevators as she casually tossed her duffle over her shoulder.
Gojo chuckled and thanked the receptionist before he hurried over to a fuming Kaia who was standing in front of the elevators.
"What's wrong, Bunny?" he asked.
"Don't call me that," she said right away. "Connecting rooms? What kind of bullshit is that?"
The elevator doors opened and they got in together, Gojo purposely standing close enough so that their shoulders bumped.
"I wouldn't know. I'm usually alone on my missions and I didn't book the hotel. The school did," he said.
"Do they really think I'm that weak? That I can't be alone in a hotel room for a few nights?" she snapped as she angrily pushed the button for the twelfth floor.
"Maybe it's a good thing. That way you can cuddle up with me after a nightmare like you do with Nanami."
He knew he probably shouldn't have said that. Not when she was clearly irritated with him for some reason. But he couldn't help it, all right? He'd rather her be snapping at him and calling him disgusting than ignoring him.
"Excuse me?" she asked, bright green eyes on him once again.
"Oh yeah, I should have mentioned that. I stopped by Nanami's room the other morning and saw you in there."
Her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink and she stammered out a quick, "whatever you think, it's not that."
He smirked as they reached their floor.
"I don't think anything," he said calmly.
She huffed and stepped out of the elevator, walking ahead of them until she found her hotel room. They went their separate ways and once inside, Gojo tossed his bag on the floor and collapsed on the king-sized bed. The exhaustion from the flight started to creep through his bones and he considered just going to bed so he was ready for tomorrow, but he was hungry and needed to eat.
Maybe he could just get room service.
He sat up and went to grab the phone, but then there was a knock on the door.
Weird? He'd only been checked in for like three minutes tops?
He walked to the front door and checked through the peephole, but there wasn't anyone there. But then he heard the knocking again and he realized it was coming from inside his room.
It dawned on him that it was probably Kaia since they had connecting rooms after all. He walked over to another door inside his room, one that was near the TV mounted on the wall and opened it to see Kaia standing there.
She'd taken off her uniform and instead of being in the school's standard black pants and black jacket, she wore a pair of blue jeans and a white tank top. Her red hair was down in loose waves around her face and she crossed her arms, leaning against the door frame.
Fuck. Why'd she have to look like that? It did absolutely nothing for the ache in his stomach when she was looking so fucking pretty like that.
"This is a pleasant surprise. Miss me already?" he teased.
"Terribly so," she retorted.
He smirked and copied her body language, leaning against the doorframe like she did and looking down at her. He waited for her to back away from him but it didn't happen. She just looked up at him and batted her eyelashes the way the receptionist had, only with a bit more of a sarcastic expression.
"What do you need, Bunny?" he asked, his voice a little gruffer than he intended.
"Your rich boy credit card. I'm starving but I'm too tired to go out. Think we could order room service?" she asked.
He smiled and pushed himself away from the door and gestured for her to follow him into his room. She did and made herself comfortable on the loveseat beneath the large window with sheer curtains. The curtains diffused the orange light from the setting sun and it shone behind her, bathing her in an ethereal warm glow.
Fuck. He needed to stop. This was getting ridiculous.
"I actually had the same thought," he admitted. He grabbed a nearby room service menu that was resting on a nightstand and handed it to her.
"Can I be obnoxious and order a steak?" she asked with a laugh, eyes already scanning over the menu.
"You can order whatever your heart desires," he said. He grabbed his duffle and tossed it on the bed, digging through it for a spare set of clothes.
"Yeah? I'll be ridiculous then. Think I'll order a four-course meal and maybe even some cocktails," she pressed.
He glanced up at her, noticing the mischievous twinkle in her eyes, and smirked.
"Do it. I'll get you whatever you want."
That pretty pink blush was on her cheeks again. She averted her eyes, suddenly far more interested in the menu than in him.
He liked that. He liked how if he said something just right, she became a flustered mess around him.
"Order me something. I'm gonna go shower. I feel gross after sitting in a plane all day."
"What do you want?" she asked, finally braving another look at him.
"Something sweet," he replied. One hand went to the back of the collar of his shirt and he pulled it over his head and tossed it on the bed.
"Gojo, you have to eat real food. Not just refined white sugar," Kaia scolded. She once again was avoiding looking at him and he was disappointed. He wished she would at least glance at him so he could at least tease her for checking him out.
"Then pick something for me, yeah?"
"Fine. Grilled chicken it is," she replied, still avoiding eye contact.
"Make sure you get me something sweet too," he said as he disappeared into the bathroom.
He took off the rest of his clothes and started a hot shower. The water cascaded down his back, hitting all the right pressure points. He groaned in relief and hung his head low between his shoulders and rolled his neck out. He tried to keep his thoughts on work or school. Tried to plan out the mission in his head, tried to think about what he would be looking for in Kaia's performance tomorrow.
It was useless.
His mind kept drifting to her. The way she leaned into him, the way she kissed him a few nights ago, the way she messed around with her red hair when she was nervous. He thought about her body and how it had been so tight against his.
He imagined her coming into his room that night. Pictured the way she would crawl into bed with him and get on top of him. He pictured her shyly grinding against him and imagined the little moans she would make.
His cock twitched and he cursed under his breath.
He needed to get laid. Maybe a quick fuck with the receptionist downstairs would be enough to get him over this stupid little obsession.
Though he sincerely doubted it.
Gojo quickly finished his shower and dried his body and hair with a fluffy white towel. He went to grab his sunglasses and clothes to get dressed, only to find that he actually left them out in the room.
Oops.
He slung the towel low around his hips and walked out to see Kaia now lounging on his bed. She was in the middle of the large mattress, hair fanned out on the pillows as she flipped through TV channels with a bored look on her face. Only when he walked out, Kaia's eyes flickered to him and her face didn't even flush pink. It went bright red.
"Why are you still naked!" she shouted.
"I left my clothes out here. Relax," he said with a laugh. He walked over to the bed where his clothes were sitting and grabbed them. "Why? Like what you see?"
"You're ridiculous. And would you put something over those eyes," she said with an eye-roll.
"Most girls tell me to keep them uncovered," he said casually. He lingered where he stood by the side of the bed. He was having way too much fun watching Kaia try to look anywhere but at him and failing miserably.
"That's because they want to hook up with you," she said.
"And you don't? The way you kissed me the other night seemed to suggest otherwise," he quipped before he could think better of it.
She glared and swung her legs over the side of the bed and made a beeline to the door that connected their rooms.
Oh no. She did not get to ice him out again after one little comment. He reached out, hands going around her waist and pulling her back before she could make her escape.
"You're all wet," she complained as he held her there, but she didn't make any effort to get away from him.
"And you're wound tight as hell. Would you relax? I'm not gonna do anything to you," he said just as he let her go.
"I just—" she stopped herself and raked her hands through her hair in frustration. "You make me nervous, all right?"
"I do?" he asked, brows knitting together. Didn't she tell him he made her feel safe the other night?
"Little bit. Especially when you try to act all cute and call me nicknames and get all touchy like this. I always feel like I can't breathe and my heart starts beating all fast like I'm sprinting or something whenever you act like this. It's stressing me out! Just act normally, okay? And that includes covering your stupidly pretty eyes!"
His lips parted in surprise and it took every single ounce of willpower to keep the smile off his face.
So she was into him. That was an interesting little development, though maybe not entirely surprising.
"Okay, okay," he said. "I'll go get dressed and cover up my stupidly pretty eyes. Sound good?"
"Don't patronize me."
"I can't help it. It's too easy," he said with a laugh.
He dressed in a pair of comfortable gray slacks and a black long-sleeved shirt that hung a little low around his collarbone. He slipped his sunglasses on and walked back into his room just as Kaia was closing the main door after room service had arrived.
"What'd you get us?" he asked, joining her on the loveseat and looking at the array of food around them.
"Medium rare steak, chicken, grilled vegetables, and fruit for dessert," she said casually, clearly trying to hold back a smirk.
"Fruit? That's the sweet thing you got me? Fruit?" he deadpanned.
She giggled into her hand.
"This is cruel and unusual. I knew you were a sadist," he whined as he let his head fall back against the cushions of the sofa.
"Too bad," she hummed. "Guess I'll just have to be your sweet treat for later."
His eyes glinted and he immediately raised his head to look at her. Did he hear that correctly? Judging from the way she was laughing, he definitely did.
"Yeah?" he asked lowly. He brushed his fingers against her shoulder. "Maybe I want dessert first then."
"You would," she hummed. She popped a piece of pineapple in her mouth and smiled at him. "Don't worry, I got you chocolate mousse. Hope that's okay. I wasn't sure if you were a chocolate person, but I am, so here we are."
A really filthy image flashed in his mind. One where she was licking chocolate off his body and covering her bare chest in it.
His pants were getting tight.
"I think I'd rather you be the treat," he said casually.
"Oh, so sorry. I am off the menu," she drawled. "Do you want the steak or chicken? I don't actually have a preference."
"You pick," he said as he cleared his throat, trying to regain some composure and get that filthy image of her out of his head.
She shrugged and picked the steak. They ate in comfortable silence, occasionally exchanging some banter whenever either of them felt like it. Things seemed beautifully normal until they finished eating. Kaia had only eaten half of her steak and opted for eating most of the fresh fruit instead. When she finished, she stood up and stretched her arms high above her head so her tank top rode up and he could see the definition in her abs.
"Thanks for dinner. I'll make it up to you," she said.
"Don't worry about it. I told you I would get you whatever you want and I meant it," he said.
She tilted her head to the side and crossed her arms, eyeing him up curiously.
"You sure?"
"Of course."
"Okay. Thanks. I'm gonna go shower and probably just relax up for tomorrow. I'll uh. I'll leave the door unlocked."
He wished she would just stay in the room with him, but he couldn't exactly force the issue. So he just nodded and watched her leave. Interestingly enough though, she didn't completely close the door separating their two rooms. She left it just cracked enough that Gojo could somewhat see inside.
Out of curiosity, he looked from where he was now reclining in his bed, watching as Kaia walked by and pulled her shirt over her head so she was only in her bra. He held his breath and looked away before she could catch him staring and opted for flipping through the shitty hotel channels on the TV. Maybe one of them would kill his boner.
He gave up searching for something to watch after twenty minutes and opted for reading the mission details. But eventually, the exhaustion of traveling all day caught up with him and he fell into a restless sleep sometime before nine.
"Gojo? Are you asleep?"
He blinked a few times, trying to get the room to come back into focus. He grabbed his phone, reading the screen to tell him it was just around eleven at night, and rubbed his hand over his face.
"Not anymore," he yawned. "Everything okay?"
Kaia slowly sat on the edge of his bed and brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them. He realized she was in just a t-shirt with nothing underneath and only a pair of dark blue panties. Blood rushed downwards and he was quick to sit up and arrange the blankets over his lap.
"I can't sleep. I keep thinking about tomorrow. What exactly are you going to be looking for? I know I can exorcise the curse, but if there's something specific that you're supposed to evaluate, then can you tell me? I swear I'll exorcise the curse and I'll impress you. I just want to know what you're looking for," she rambled, rubbing her legs as she talked quickly.
Gojo yawned a second time.
"I can't actually tell you. We'll talk about it after the mission, okay? We'll do a full evaluation."
He should have known that was going to do next to nothing for her because her lips pursed into a tight line and a crease appeared in her forehead.
"I know that's not what you wanted to hear," he said.
"It's not," she admitted a little sadly.
He felt for her. He'd been a special grade his entire life. He never had to cross the hurdles of getting a promotion. He didn't need to go on a mission or prove himself to the higher-ups. Kaia didn't have that. She had to prove herself to the higher-ups and they already didn't like her family and were looking for any excuse to leave her where she was.
"You should rest. Let me help," he offered.
She frowned and said a soft, "are you going to knock me out again?"
He laughed and shook his head.
"That was one time and no. I was actually going to give you a neck massage. C'mere."
He expected her to argue with him or hesitate. She did neither. She slid a little closer to him and sat between his legs, her back to his chest. She was so warm and smelled incredible, like mint and lemon. Then she gathered all of her pretty hair and pulled it over her shoulder to give him better access to her bare neck. He bit down on the back of his bottom lip to retain even an ounce of control and put his hands on her shoulders. He pressed his thumbs into her, steadily dragging them against the tight muscles of her neck and upper back.
"That feels nice," she murmured.
He couldn't say anything for fear of snapping his brittle control, so he hummed and continued with his ministrations. Pretty noises would come from her every so often, little sighs and moans if he rubbed a particularly tense spot. He could feel her muscles beginning to loosen and she leaned further into his chest until her back was completely flush against his body and he could no longer rub her shoulders.
He smiled, lightly dragging his fingers down one of her arms.
"Comfortable?"
"Guess I was more tired than I thought," she said with a soft laugh. "Sorry."
"Don't be," he said lowly.
He encircled her waist with his arms, keeping her pressed against his chest. He could feel the tension leave her body and she reclined her head back until it rested in the space where his shoulder met his neck.
"Are you always this cuddly, Gojo?" she asked.
He smirked down at her.
"You're literally laying in my arms right now. The least you could do is call me Satoru and not Gojo."
"Fine. Are you always this cuddly, Satoru?"
"Yeah, sometimes," he said right away.
She closed her eyes with a tiny smile on her face, seemingly so comfortable where she was in his arms. She was so beautiful. Her cursed energy was calm and contained for once and her chest rose and fell in a peaceful rhythm.
He didn't think twice when he leaned down and captured her lips in a gentle kiss.
She gasped and he pulled away just slightly. Her eyes were wide and her lips parted in surprise.
"What are you doing?" she asked under her breath.
"Kissing you."
"But why?" she pressed as if she couldn't believe that someone would actually want to kiss her.
"Because I want to. And because I think you also want me to," he murmured. He stroked her cheek with his thumb. He could feel how hot her face was beneath his touch and it only egged him on even further. "I'm going to do it again."
He kissed her a second time, half expecting her to push him away and half expecting her to reciprocate.
She did the latter.
She curled into the embrace, looping her arms around his neck and letting him move them so she lied on the bed and he hovered over her. He slanted his lips against hers and deepened the kiss, cradling her face in his hands.
He wanted to touch her, to drag his hands down her chest and between her thighs, but he didn't want to be too much too fast, so he opted for running his tongue against her lower lip. She was such a good girl, immediately parting her lips for him and letting him explore her mouth with his tongue. She made the prettiest little moan he ever heard and arched her back into his body.
Fuck, he wanted her so badly. He wanted to rip her clothes off and give her multiple orgasms. He wanted her to wrap her legs around his hips and scream his name. He wanted to fuck her so good that she wouldn't be able to walk and would touch herself to thoughts of him and only him. No amount of sex with anyone else would have ever been enough to satiate him. He wanted Kaia. Needed her.
"Satoru," she breathed.
He loved the way his name fell from her lips.
He fought back the urge to grind his hips into hers and asked a gruff, "yeah?"
"Um. We should," she paused and cleared her throat. "We should go to sleep."
As much as Gojo hated it, he knew she was right. Besides, he didn't want to pressure her. He had to remind himself that she was still a virgin and was probably nervous to be intimate or even kiss him at all.
"You're right," he said, without missing the look of disappointment that flashed across her face. He briefly kissed her again, savoring the dreamy sigh that came from her, and said, "stay here though. You know, in case you have one of those weird dreams."
She looked like she wanted to roll her eyes, but it wasn't without fondness because she still smiled.
"Okay."
Kaia slept like a rock all night. No nightmares where she woke up screaming and no singing old women. Instead of terrible nightmares, she dreamt of the blue of Gojo's eyes. He had still been asleep when she woke up and she'd been thankful. She needed to focus on her mission today and not about how good it felt to have him on top of her last night and kissing her so deeply and intimately, holding her against his strong body.
It was late in the afternoon, the sun setting over the hill the cathedral sat on, bathing everything in a golden hue. It was a monumental building with giant panes of stained glass, pointed arches, and countless flying buttresses. The walls were made of light gray stone and the grassy hill the structure stood on was overgrown, but still lush green. Tall trees surrounded them, completely closing them off from the rest of the population to the point that a curtain wasn't even needed.
"I'm surprised there aren't more curses in cathedrals," Kaia thought aloud as she and Gojo began to ascend the grassy hill.
"Less cursed spirits overseas where most of these types of cathedrals are," he started. "Just a reminder that I'm not going to help you at all with this. You've got to exorcise it completely on your own to get the promotion, okay?"
"I know," she said. Excitement and nervousness rushed through her veins as they continued forward.
She reached the top of the hill and pushed the heavy solid wooden doors open. The inside of the cathedral was just as beautiful as the outside. The floors were made of white and gray marble that sparkled when the sun's rays hit it just right. Fractured and cracked wooden pews surrounded them as they walked deeper into the nave of the church.
It would have been so lovely had there not been rancid cursed energy all around them. The curse was somewhere nearby. It was just a matter of forcing the thing out of hiding. She reached the altar where a silver cross had toppled over and where a tattered white cloth hung limply towards the floor. She climbed the few steps that led to it and stood behind it the way the priest might once have and waited.
Gojo lingered by the entrance of the cathedral and pressed himself against the door, hands in his pockets as he looked around quietly. She felt safe that he was there, but she also felt she had to make one hell of an impression for her promotion.
Kaia waited by the altar. The cursed energy pulsed around her but the spirit didn't come out. She felt like she was on to something with the altar. The symbolic meaning and power it held wouldn't be lost on a Grade 1 cursed spirit.
She turned over her shoulder and looked around, finding a silver chalice on the dusty floor. She grabbed it and set it on the altar. Then she straightened the dirty white cloth and corrected the cross so it stood upright and waited.
It worked.
The curse leapt down from the ceiling and landed directly in front of her. It took the form of a sickly gray snake—no. That wasn't right. It wasn't a snake at all. It was a worm. A massive, hulking worm that was twice the size of a pickup truck with rows of razor-sharp teeth that she could see when it threw its head back and roared before throwing its body down on top of the altar and lunging at her.
Kaia sidestepped it with ease and jumped back to assess its abilities from a somewhat safer distance. It thrashed around and whirled on her the next instant. Then it shot forward with a speed that shouldn't have been possible for something so large and barreled into one of the large stained-glass windows of Mother Mary, shattering it into a million pieces.
She was able to get away from it by jumping backward and bracing herself for another attack when she saw it wriggling out of the window, shards of glass embedded in its disgusting body and oozing green blood.
Breathing in sharply through her nose and focusing her cursed energy in her diaphragm, Kaia spat out a dagger of blue fire that was enhanced with cursed energy to make it even hotter than it already was. She further manipulated the fire and forced it to go flying with brute force at the curse.
But the curse turned its massive body and the dagger didn't go flying into its mouth as she'd hoped. Instead, it uselessly went flying into the side of its hulking body. The curse roared in pain at the molten hot burn it sustained, but she knew it wasn't enough.
The worm lunged for her, somehow faster despite the injury she inflicted and crashed into her, knocking her into a church pew that broke beneath their combined weight.
The tactic was annoyingly familiar, just like the curse at the mansion.
She tried to wriggle away, but the worm roared and raised the backside of its body up, clearly trying to smush her where she lied.
Kaia rolled to her side just in time for the body to come crashing down hard enough to shatter the marble floor. She didn't have time to get to her feet or dodge the next attack as it was already raising its body again. Instead of dodging or running, she sucked in as deep of a breath as she possibly could and forced out a harsh breath that was filled with flames and forced it to cover her like a dome, reinforcing it with additional cursed energy.
The worm swung its body down but it was engulfed in the fire and screeched, jerking its hulking body away from her.
Kaia let the dome vanish, fully aware of the way her clothes were somewhat on fire. She'd worry about that in a second though. If anything, it gave her an edge against the curse since it clearly did not like her flames.
She jumped as high into the air as her cursed energy allowed and flew down at the worm with momentum. The air rushing around her fanned the flames on her clothes until they burned brighter, and she used the opportunity to manipulate those flames to expand and surround her legs as she landed directly on the worm's eyes.
It screeched again and she landed on the floor of the church, spitting out a few balls of fire that she was careful to manipulate into the worm's mouth before forcing them to explode inside of the curse, just as she'd done to the Grade 1 curse she exorcised with Mei Mei.
The only thing was that she didn't expect the worm to actually blow up with her fire, and by then, she didn't have time to breathe another barrier around her, so she was stuck crouching down and covering her head with her arms to protect herself.
The cursed spirit gave one final roar just as something painful lodged itself in Kaia's right thigh and it evaporated.
A laugh escaped her mouth as she sat her ass on the hard floor and tried to smother the flames that were rapidly eating her clothes with her bare hands.
"So this is what Nanami meant when he said you burned your clothes off one time."
She looked up at where Gojo towered over her, unbuttoning his school jacket and crouching down beside her to pat out the rest of the flames.
"Yeah, that happens sometimes. I should probably invest in a flame-resistant catsuit or something. Maybe I could get a red one like Britney Spears," she mused.
"I thought you could only manipulate the fire you breathed. How did you manipulate the fire on your clothes?" he asked after they'd smother the last little flame.
"Technically, the flames on my clothes had been from me. So I can manipulate them all the same. I mastered that this summer," she said absentmindedly, eyes flashing to the thing in her leg that was causing her an annoying amount of pain.
There was a shard of yellow glass lodged deeply into the outer side of her upper right thigh, probably wedged deep into her IT bands. She touched it and winced. It was in there deep.
"Shit," she hissed.
Gojo's eyes were already on the wound and he was ripping his jacket into long strips that he used to tie a sort of tourniquet around the top of her leg.
"I would kill for Ieiri to be here right now," he muttered.
"It's fine," Kaia said. She wasn't about to let a chunk of glass ruin her chance for a promotion. Without thinking better of it, still likely being fueled by her adrenaline, she wiped her sweaty hands on what remained of her charred shirt and without giving it another thought, yanked the shard right out of her body.
She yelped in pain, then quickly switched to cursing that was followed by delirious laughter at how fucking stupid of an injury it was.
"KAIA," Gojo shouted, immediately placing a stupid amount of pressure on her leg with the entirety of his jacket. She winced. It actually hurt how strong his grip was. It felt like he could snap her entire femur with just a flick of his wrist.
"Relax," she tried.
"Are you fucking crazy?" he snapped, looking at her with wild blue eyes from above the top of his sunglasses.
"I must have really pissed you off if you called me Kaia and not Bunny," she said with a giggle. "I just need to cauterize it and it'll be fine."
"And how, pray tell, do you plan to do that, you fucking psychopath? Your flames don't burn you! God, who the fuck rips something that is literally impaling them out of their body with their bare han—why are you laughing?"
She was laughing because she'd never seen Gojo so goddamn worried before. His eyes were wide, his grip was impossible to get away from, and nervous energy flickered all around him.
Plus, it was a little funny he was the one calling her a psychopath when he was the one everyone claimed to be a monster with a god complex, but she wasn't going to tell him that.
"Calm down. If I can just…" she trailed off and remembered what Shoko told her about reverse cursed techniques. If she could just take her remaining cursed energy and turn it into positive energy, then maybe she could…
"Move your hand," she said calmly.
"No."
She huffed and tried again, careful to keep her voice steady in an attempt to keep him calm.
"It'll just take a second. If what I'm trying doesn't work, then you can go back to cutting off all my circulation with your hand."
He hesitated, eyes flashing to hers for a fraction of a second, and then pulled his jacket that was dripping with her blood back.
Attempting to use her positive energy just long enough to sort of "undo" her body's innate ability to be resistant to her cursed fire, she made a tight circle with her lips and blew out a concentrated stream of whitish-blue flames, allowing it to connect with the open wound.
It burned worse than anything else Kaia had ever experienced and she was pretty sure there was smoke was starting to rise from the wound, but then she stopped, thoroughly drained from converting her cursed energy into positive energy, and let the fire go out.
"How's it look?" she asked, knowing full well that Gojo's Six Eyes could see it way better than she ever could.
He was quiet as he looked at the wound and after a short moment, the tension went out of his shoulders and he sighed in relief, dropping his head between his shoulders.
"Hah! It worked! Nice! I don't know how you and Shoko have such strong control over reverse cursed techniques but it's impressive as hell."
"I can't believe you," he groaned.
"That's a handy little technique I just figured out," she said. She pushed herself off the ground and tried to put weight on her right leg but found that she couldn't and almost collapsed had it not been for Gojo easily catching her and sweeping her up in his arms, one arm beneath her knees and the other around her back.
"You're not walking until Ieiri has a chance to heal your tendons and muscles and whatever else got severed," he grumbled, clearly still irritated.
For once, Kaia didn't bother arguing with him. He had a point and to be honest?
She liked being in his arms.
Once they were back in the hotel, Kaia hobbled into her room and dug through her spare clothes to hopefully find a pair of shorts so there wasn't so much pressure on her wound. Unfortunately though, she came up empty-handed. She didn't wear shorts to bed and generally lived in leggings and jeans, so she had nothing. Meaning she'd be stuck with pressure on that painful wound for hours. Huffing and puffing in frustration, she sat on the edge of the bed and struggled to get her pants off, the pain making it almost unbearable to move at all. Sweat broke out on the back of her neck and forehead as she grappled with her pants and eventually it became too much and she admitted defeat.
"Gojo!" she called out.
He walked through the door connecting their rooms in less than a second, so fast that part of her wondered if he teleported those few steps. He very clearly was still not happy with her and had immediately showered when they'd gotten back, leaving her to think about her actions alone. His snow-white hair was still damp and his white t-shirt clung to his body, showing off a well-chiseled chest, and the joggers he wore were tight around her thighs and low on his hips.
"Yes?" he asked as he quirked an eyebrow and crossed his arms.
"I know you're mad at me, but can you please help?" she asked.
"What do you need help with?"
She tried to remember the way he held her last night and the way he kissed her. The way he asked her to call him Satoru. She had no reason to be embarrassed.
"Getting my pants off," she said. She was careful not to avert her eyes. Again, there was nothing to be embarrassed about and she wouldn't let him make her feel awkward for needing his assistance with treating her wound.
He smirked and walked over to her, dropping to a knee right in front of her.
"I can always help with that, Bunny," he drawled.
Despite the suggestive tone, Kaia actually let herself smile. It was a good sign he was talking like that and calling her that dumb nickname again. At least he wasn't totally infuriated with her after the mission.
"Great. Then make yourself useful," she replied.
She had already unbuttoned her pants and gotten them somewhat over her hips but hadn't been able to get much farther than that. Gojo stood and she let him pull her up with him. Then his hands and long fingers were on the hem of her pants and he peeled them off. His touch had been surprisingly gentle, but especially so when he pulled them over her injury and she seethed through her teeth.
"Thanks," she said. She panted from the exertion and the pain and collapsed back down on the bed.
"That actually doesn't look too bad. Just a little swollen," Gojo said.
"Oh, it hurts like a bitch," she complained. She laid back and stared at the ceiling. Heat and pain pulsated in her leg, but it wasn't enough to deter her from the more interesting topic at hand. "Soooo. Are you going to promote me?"
"I should have expected that," Gojo said.
"You should have."
She felt his hands on the bare skin of her thigh and she jolted up. Only when she saw him, he wasn't trying to cop a feel or anything like that. He actually had grabbed the first aid kit in the room and was beginning to clean the wound.
"It's not that I don't think you'd make an excellent first-grade sorcerer. I do think that. But I worry about you. Your instincts are good and you're quick on your feet…"
"But?" she pressed when he trailed off and busied himself with the gash in her thigh.
He frowned and looked away from her leg and at her face instead.
"But I don't think you'll make Grade 1 until you can fully control both of your cursed techniques."
Silence descended over them. She tried to reign in her temper but felt herself failing.
"Excuse me? Did I not just exorcise a Grade 1 curse on my own? Did I not just do that the other week with Mei Mei? Have I not just proven myself to you? Did I not just show you how much I've mastered my cursed fire? Did I not just figure out how to use a reverse cursed technique? And you don't think I'm ready? Are you kidding me?" she snapped.
"I didn't say any of that," Gojo insisted, voice steady. "You've done all of those things and I'm impressed. I know that you can handle any first-grade curse that you're instructed to exorcise. But the higher-ups are going to ask me if you can use your cursed moon technique before they approve of a promotion. Your dad's been shielding you from them for years. He hasn't mentioned your control of the technique at all despite being asked by not just the higher-ups, but other clan heads. They did the same thing to my family when they found out I had the Six Eyes."
Kaia blinked dumbly and scoffed.
"This all goes back to the fact that they're pissed off my father left Okinawa. Right?"
He went back to treating her leg and started to wrap white gauze around it before he responded.
"Probably."
She groaned and buried her face in her hands. It wasn't fucking fair. She knew she could be a powerful first-grade sorcerer. She knew she could handle her own against cursed spirits. She knew she had mastery over her cursed fire. And all because of some stupid fucking legend about her family, the higher-ups would ruin it for her and smother her until all of her potential burned out.
"God, why are they so obsessed with Okinawa? The property is not that great. The house isn't even that big!" she complained, pulling her face out of her hands and watching as Gojo finished bandaging her wound.
"You know, my father helped yours put the wards up around the land," he said. He disappeared into the bathroom to wash his hands and returned a moment later to sit beside her on the bed.
"He did?"
"Yeah. Him and the head of the Kamo clan. I asked him about it when I was a kid. He didn't have much to say. Just that the land felt off and that he was happy to seal it away," Gojo said.
She frowned and stared at her bandaged wound.
"The land is off. I don't know what it is about it, but it feels wrong. There's no cursed energy and the wards are powerful, but it's not normal. Nanami even noticed."
"I believe it. Your father said it's a vile place that does terrible things to people's minds," he said quietly.
"Yeah," Kaia muttered. "So you're really not going to confirm my promotion, huh?"
His face twisted into a sort of grimace and he said, "I don't want to do that. If you could just show me some actual control of your cursed moon technique, that would help a lot. If you could just activate it and not completely lose yourself, then I could tell the higher-ups you have command over it. I doubt they know how it works, so it's not like they need all the details."
"Yeah, my grandfather had the technique and from everything I know about him—which isn't much—he was kind of a bastard who kept secrets," she said. She squeezed her hands together in her lap. "If I activate it and can control it long enough to come out of it, will you support my promotion?"
He looked at her, expression softening.
"Kaia, I was always going to support your promotion. I just know what the higher-ups will ask me and how they will decide is all," he said carefully.
She swallowed loud enough that they both heard it and nodded. She stood up, hobbling over to her duffle and grabbing a pair of leggings she slowly stepped into. Once they were on, she looked at Gojo to see him already carefully watching her from behind his sunglasses. She twisted her hair back into a loose bun and cleared her throat.
"Fine. If this is what I have to do, then I'll do it."
He frowned.
"Kaia, you don't have t—"
Too late. She activated her cursed moon technique.
It started out the way it always did, with a chill running through her body. She could feel her cursed energy increase and her mind distancing itself from her body. She could feel the power surge within her. And when she finally opened her eyes, the colors around her were oversaturated and everything was sharper.
Gojo stood, sunglasses off his face and she didn't need her future-sight to tell her that he would be activating his domain. She already knew.
"Kaia?" he asked slowly, as if not to disturb a dangerous predator.
She still wasn't good at speaking while retaining her lucidity, so she tensed her muscles and nodded very carefully at him.
He hesitated and walked a little closer. She could feel whatever it was (another soul maybe?) that gave the technique power to react to his little movement. It wanted to rip him to shreds or run away from him. She fought hard to keep her feet firmly planted on the floor, feeling her grasp slowly withering away.
Gojo reached out, his fingers brushing her wrist. Still in control, Kaia grabbed his hand and squeezed tightly when she could feel herself starting to drift away.
"Can you come back?" he asked.
She was trying. Heaven knows she was trying. She knew how to activate the technique, all she had to do was focus a highly concentrated amount of cursed energy in the center of her forehead, but she couldn't deactivate it as easily. She tried to disperse the cursed energy that was gathered in her forehead but failed. Every time she diverted the energy to another part of her body or get rid of it all together, it was like there was a suction effect that would double down and bring even more cursed energy to the place she was trying to take it away from.
She bit down hard on her lower lip and shook her head with a small movement.
"I'm going to bring you into my domain. Maybe that will help break it up," he said.
It wasn't like Kaia had much of an opinion in the manner, so she held her breath as Gojo crossed his fingers and brought her back inside the void.
The oversaturated colors from the hotel room dulled around her as everything took on a gray or silver hue. That pressure that she felt last time, the one that had been oddly comforting, bore down on her once again. Kaia closed her eyes and embraced it, embraced the way infinity could have crushed her but didn't.
It was sobering, the way it was able to keep her mind in the forefront while her cursed technique raged away inside her. It was like all the pressure of infinity and the knowledge of everything right at her fingertips was too much, even for her cursed moon technique.
"Kaia?" Gojo asked gently.
He was closer than he was a moment ago, so close she could have reached out with her spare hand and touched his chest.
It helped.
She closed her eyes and focused on breaking up the concentrated cursed energy in her forehead. She thought it was beginning to weaken. She thought that if she pushed just a little bit more that it would shatter.
But there was something else there. Another presence. She'd always been vaguely aware of it, but it felt closer, as if it was right behind her. Watching. Staring. Waiting.
It felt so angry. The rage that emanated from it was otherworldly. She'd never experienced such a horrendous fury before in her life but it was all consuming. Threatening to snap her control. The anger whispered to her over and over again to reach out and snap Gojo's neck.
It raged on and on and on.
She took a risk and opened her eyes when she started to drown within the ire. Instead of infinity around her, all she could see was the blue of Gojo's eyes. She couldn't tell if the light cerulean of his irises were oversaturated from her technique, or if they were oversaturated in general.
Kaia imagined his touch from last night. Imagined how he massaged her neck and kissed her gently. She wondered what that sensation might feel like inside his domain where everything was heightened to new extremes. The curiosity temporarily dispelled the wrath of the unknown presence.
It broke.
The cursed energy that gathered in her forehead shattered and suddenly she was gasping for air like she'd been underwater and grabbing onto Gojo's shoulders as she laughed in disbelief and her legs went out from underneath her.
His domain fell away and he caught her, sinking into her bed and pulling her into his lap.
"Are you okay?" he asked right away as both of his hands came up to cup her face.
"I'm great!" she started. "I've never been able to do that before! I wasn't so focused on being scared of the technique this time or trying to get out of it. I think your domain helped with that. So when I focused on you and the void, the cursed energy just kind of broke away."
A smile broke out on his face and he said a soft, "that's great. I'm glad it worked."
She went to ask him what that meant for her promotion but he covered her mouth with his own and effectively took her breath away in the process.
Kaia let him pull her closer until her chest was flush against his. His tongue was already exploring her mouth and unlike the last few times where he kept his hands in relatively safe spots, he let them roam her body, cupping her ass and palming her chest. She let him, kissing him back and tangling her fingers in his soft hair and pulling on the roots until he was groaning beneath her.
She didn't want to stop, but she could feel the bulge in his pants against the inside of her thigh from where she was in his lap and started to panic as the realization of what they were doing crashed down on her.
"Satoru, wait," she said suddenly, pulling back from him and putting some distance between them. Her cheeks were flushed and she could feel how red her chest was. He didn't move any closer, but he didn't let her put any more distance between them either, as he still had his hands firmly on her hips.
"What is it?" he asked, voice rough enough to give her goosebumps.
"I-I don't know what I'm doing. I've never done this before. You're the only person I've ever even kissed and—oh my God, I'm such an idiot. I probably look so stupid right now. I should go. I've already made a total idiot of myself and I don't want to make it worse. Let's just pretend like this never happened, okay? I'll go shower and act like nothing ever happened, yeah?" she babbled. She suddenly wanted to run into the bathroom, lock the door, and take an ice bath. Anything to calm the heat all over her body and more importantly, the ache between her legs. She tried to get up and run away, but Satoru's large hands moved to her waist and firmly kept her in place just as she tried to leave.
He gently took hold of her chin between his thumb and index finger, forcing her to look into those incredible blue irises and effectively making her dizzy.
"Hey, hey relax. Hate to remind you, but I already knew all that," he said with a light chuckle. "Don't worry. I've got you. Let me take care of you."
Her stomach fluttered and she bit down on her lower lip.
He kissed her again, softer this time with one hand going to curl around the back of her neck and pull her against his hard chest.
"I just want to make you feel good," he whispered as he rested his forehead against hers.
She didn't fully know what that meant but if ache between her legs was any indication of how he could make her feel, then she wanted to see what else he could do. The heat she felt was incredible but also torture. She wanted him to make it better. Wanted him to touch her there and everywhere else.
She swallowed and nodded. He pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of her mouth and guided her to the middle of the bed, surrounded by overly stuffed pillows and silky sheets. He hovered over her and kissed her on the mouth, playfully biting her lip and eliciting a groan from the back of her throat. She could feel his smile before she saw it when he pulled back just enough to finger the bottom of her shirt.
"Can I take this off?" he asked softly.
Her words seemed to have temporarily left her, so she nodded dumbly. She let him lift her shirt up over her head so all she wore was a black bra and a pair of dark pants. Then he was quick to put his hand to the back of the collar on his own shirt and pull it off in one quick motion. Kaia let her eyes graze over his exposed chest. She knew he was in good shape, all jujutsu sorcerers were. But damn. His muscles were so well defined that the V in his hips put hers to shame. He looked like he was sculpted by an artist for fuck's sake. Of course, he had to be the strongest and also look like a god.
He smirked and said a low, "like what you see?"
She rolled her eyes. "Be quiet, Satoru."
He laughed and kissed her again, pressing her into the soft sheets as he hovered above her, legs on either side of her hips, trapping her between the bed and his body. Her blood felt hot with excitement as he licked into her mouth and explored it with her tongue. She held back a groan and kissed him until she could barely breathe, not at all paying attention to his deft fingers that were touching the hem of her pants.
He broke their kiss just as he pulled her pants off, careful not to accidentally bump her wound. She let him undress her, but suddenly felt a little too exposed. She cleared her throat and sat up, bringing her knees to her chest to try and hide from his sky bright blue eyes. As soon as he tossed her clothes to the side, his eyes were on her and he gave her a calming smile.
"Hey, we don't have to do anything if you don't want," he said. "I mean, I might have blue balls now but I'll suck it up."
She shook her head and stretched her legs back out.
"Sorry, it's not that. I just… I'm just really nervous. I don't want to disappoint you because I don't know what I'm doing and—why are you looking at me like that!" she demanded when a look passed over Gojo's face that she'd never seen before.
He laughed softly and instead of crawling back over to her and hovering over her again, he reached out, grabbed her hand, and pulled her closer so she was back in his lap, legs straddling either side of him. She felt her cheeks and tops of her ears get hot when she could feel his bare chest against hers and the bulge in his pants between her legs.
"Look at you. You could never disappoint me," he said gently, burying his face in the crook of her neck and kissing the sensitive skin there. One of his hands covered her lower back and guided her hips forward so she rolled them in his lap.
"Oh," she gasped at the delicious friction the movement created. She anchored her hands on his shoulders, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure from the way he kissed her and the growing heat low in her belly as she let his hand guide her hips into doing it again.
She clutched onto him tighter and absently became aware of his other hand settling on her ass and squeezing. And eventually, when she got the hint and continued to grind into him, he let the hand on her low back travel up to her midback and easily unhook her bra with a quick movement.
The article of clothing fell away and before she could give in to her insecurities, Gojo kissed along her jaw and up to her ear, whispering a soft, "you're so beautiful, Bunny."
Her stomach did a little somersault and she let him pull her bra off her shoulders and toss it on the floor with the rest of their clothes. His rough and callused hands immediately came up to caress her breasts. His touch set her nerves on fire and she grinded her hips harder against the bulge in his pants in response.
He groaned and rolled a sensitive nipple between his fingers. She gasped and felt her legs spread wider without her even really realizing it. She didn't even know what she was doing. She just knew she wanted to get closer to him. She knew that she wanted him to keep touching her.
"Can I take this off?" he asked, breath hot against her ear as he played with the soft material of her underwear.
She swallowed loud enough that she knew he heard it and cleared her throat before she said a low, "yeah, but it's not fair that you still have clothes on."
He pulled back just enough so all she could see was blue and his wild grin.
"You're right. Let me fix that," he said.
She crawled off him so he could pull his own pants off. She held her breath and waited for the moment when she got to see all of him, but it didn't come. Instead, he left his pair of black boxer briefs on. They hugged his thighs better than spandex could have and it all left very little to the imagination, as she could clearly see the outline of him.
"Satoru," she said moments before he leaned over her and curled his fingers around the sides of her panties, and pulled them down to her ankles where she kicked them off.
She felt her breath get trapped inside her lungs as a newfound wave of embarrassment overcame her. God, she was so stupidly inexperienced and she would never be able to—
"I want to touch you. That okay?" he mumbled against her ear when he covered her body with his own again, hovering over her and carefully nudging her knees apart so he could rest between her legs.
She stuttered out an answer that she thought was a 'yes' but she couldn't be sure.
"Relax. Can you do that for me," he murmured just as he kissed her softly on the lips. The kiss took all of the tension out of her body. She twisted her fingers in his incredibly soft hair again and pressed her bare chest against his, desperate for some contact. At this rate, she swore the heat would completely devour her if he didn't do something about it.
One hand cradled her face as he kissed her like a man desperate for oxygen while the other hand caressed the inside of her thigh and slowly crept upward. He seemed to be giving her time to brace herself but she didn't need time. What she needed was for him to touch her already.
He didn't make her wait long. His fingers applied the most delicious pressure to the most sensitive spot at the top of her cunt and she moaned as his fingertips moved in a delicate circle over and over again.
"How's that, Bunny?" he asked, pulling away from their kiss to look at her with half-lidded eyes, voice rough as if he was the one being pleasured.
"G-good," she stuttered out, feeling her own eyelids droop shut.
He smirked and she swore her heart skipped a beat.
"You're already so wet. You want me that badly?" he teased.
Yes. God, she wanted him so badly. She wanted him in a way she had never wanted anything before in her life. She just couldn't say it, so she did her best to mouth the word even though there was no sound behind it.
"I'm gonna make you feel so good," he said, pressing one last kiss to her lips before he started to kiss his way down her body. He stopped to kiss the peaks of both of her breasts, tongue swirling around her nipples until she was a stammering, squirming mess beneath him. Then he continued to kiss lower and lower, going down between her ribs, down her belly, and lower still. She propped herself up on her elbows to see what he was doing just as he kissed that growing heat between her legs.
"God," she whined.
She knew about sex, okay? She was a virgin, not an idiot. She knew how it worked. But, for whatever reason, it never once crossed her mind that a man might actually kiss her down there. That he might pleasure her with his mouth alone.
It was better than anything she could have imagined and her head fell back against the bed. His tongue swirled around the nub of her cunt, making her sigh and squirm to the point that he had to pin her hips down to the bed. He chuckled against her and the vibrations of it only drove her more and more crazy.
The heat was building to something, but she didn't know what. It got to the point where she felt it rising and rising and her heart slammed against her ribcage as Satoru played her like an instrument. But it was too much. She got scared. She couldn't do it. Couldn't handle whatever the hell it was that was coming for her and she suddenly pulled away from Satoru and pushed her knees together.
To say he looked confused at the loss of contact would have been an understatement. He blinked those amazing blue eyes repeatedly at her and finally quirked one white eyebrow above the other.
"But…" he started, crawling towards her again on the bed. "You didn't finish."
"It's fine, just come here," she said. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his neck, hoping to distract him.
It didn't work.
"You were about to though," he said, frowning at her like a petulant child and grabbing the back of her hair and pulling slightly with his hand so she had to look at him.
Her cheeks reddened.
"I just—"
"Kaia," he groaned like he was frustrated, kissing her again. She tasted herself on his tongue but the contact with him was too good to deny that she hardly even noticed. "You're killing me. Why won't you let me take care of you?"
She didn't know how to explain herself to him so she didn't bother trying. She just made him kiss her again and she reached her hand down between them to palm him through the soft material of his boxer briefs. It may not have distracted him as well as she wanted, but he still sighed and dropped his head as she moved her hand.
"Satoru," she murmured when that heat returned between her legs, still desperate for him to touch her.
"Yeah," he grunted. He reached out and pushed his boxer briefs off, finally revealing his large cock. She could feel how big he was when she touched him, but seeing it was something else. She didn't know what size was considered "normal" but she had a feeling that Satoru exceeded it by far.
She had the terrifying realization that sex with him might not be all that great and it might actually hurt.
His fingers went back to work between her legs, rubbing that sensitive bundle of nerves. Only this time he slipped a finger inside of her and she couldn't hold in her gasp.
"Fuck, you're still so wet," he groaned against her ear.
She whimpered when he slipped a second finger in. That same heat and pleasure from before started building again while he worked his hands expertly. He could probably feel the way she was involuntarily clenching around him and she couldn't hold in her moans. She only hoped that the hotel walls were thick and that whoever was in the room opposite of hers couldn't hear her.
"S-stop," she tried. The heat was building to something again. It was so much. Too much for her to handle, especially when she didn't even know what it was.
Satoru's blue eyes met with hers in an instant, holding her gaze carefully. She flushed in embarrassment at the way he made her look at him as she moaned and tried to squirm away from his hand, but he held her in place by her hips, all while that heat kept building to newer and newer heights.
"Satoru," she whimpered, trying to pull away.
"Hey, hey," he said gently, softening the movements of the fingers between her legs. "Let it happen. It feels good. I promise."
She pursed her lips together, trying to hold back a gasp or a moan or whatever it was. Satoru smiled gently and kissed the corner of her mouth again, curling his fingers inside of her. She arched her back as the heat between her legs reached a new intensity until it exploded. She whined and dug her fingernails into his shoulders that she held onto for dear life, her legs shaking and clamping shut without her realizing it. She rode the incredible sensation out. It was better than any high she'd experienced in a fight, better than any dirty dream she might have had. She moaned and took in ragged breaths until Satoru withdrew his hand and kissed her hard on the mouth.
"That's it, Bunny," he groaned, swallowing all of her little whimpers as she came down from her intoxicating high.
"God," she hissed when she came to her senses.
"Shoulda let me do that to you with my tongue. Would've been ten times better," he said with a smug smile on his beautiful face.
Despite the reflex to want to tell him she doubted him, she didn't. She fully believed that if he made her feel that amazing with his hand, then his tongue would have been something else. She struggled to catch her breath and found that she still wanted more. She hadn't had enough just yet. She had a taste of his tongue and his fingers, and now she wanted the rest. She wanted to know what his cock would feel like inside of her.
"We're not done though, right? I want to keep going," she said shyly.
He gave her a wicked grin and carefully nudged her knees apart for a second time.
"Hell no," he said in that rough voice that she loved so much. "I was just warming you up."
He pushed himself away from her and sat on the edge of the bed, digging through the pockets of his pants for something. He continued like that for a little bit longer, back turned to her and she pouted. She leaned back on her elbows and waited impatiently, huffing when he took too long.
"So eager for me," he hummed. She heard the sound of something tearing and realized that he was putting a condom on. "Don't worry, Bunny. I'm right here."
When he finished, he settled himself between her thighs and kissed her hard, shoving his tongue into her mouth and tasting her thoroughly. She loved it, kissing him back and raking her nails down his back.
"You okay?" he asked after a moment and when she could feel the tip of his cock lined up at her entrance. She nodded and pulled him closer until he was finally buried inside of her.
"Fuck," Satoru let out a loud, filthy moan, and Kaia's squeezed her eyes shut, grimacing at the new fullness she was experiencing. It wasn't bad per se, but it was tight. Too fucking tight. How the hell was he supposed to fuck her when him just being inside her, not even moving was proving to be too much for her?
He labored for breath but still found it in him to kiss her forehead.
"'M sorry," he murmured. "It'll get easier after a little while."
She nodded, eyes still squeezed shut. She was torn between the undeniable pleasure of being filled so much and the pain of being stretched too thin. She wanted more of him, wanted him to be completely sheathed inside of her. Yet she couldn't deny the discomfort she was in.
"You can move," she said, still refusing to open her eyes in hopes that her body would magically adjust to his size.
He shuddered and very slowly, very carefully moved his hips until he was almost completely out of her, only the head still buried in her cunt. He then very slowly pushed his hips forward so she was full again and she gave a gasp. It still stung, but she was still so relaxed from her earlier high that she found her body eagerly taking in more of him with slightly less pain following each thrust.
"God, you feel incredible," he choked, very gently moving his hips out and then back in again. "You're so fucking tight."
Kaia felt heat pooling low in her belly again with each movement. The pain was still there, but her legs spread further and she arched her back into each of his thrusts and moaned when his cock hit the perfect spot inside of her.
"Kaia," he moaned against her ear. He rocked his hips faster and Kaia wrapped her arms around his shoulders so she had something to hold onto and keep her grounded in reality so she wouldn't float away. His lips were at her ear and he gasped with every push. "Fuck. You're so fucking perfect, Bunny. You're mine. All mine."
He continued to whisper sweet nothings into her ear and she ate up every second of it. She didn't even care if he was lost to lust. The fact was, Satoru Gojo made love to her like she was the only thing that mattered in the world and it did things to her.
"I'm so close, Bunny," he grunted.
"Yeah?" she asked softly. She cradled his face and made him look her in the eye as he fucked her. Her tits bounced with every stroke and his eyes seemed torn between wanting to watch his cock plow into her, stare at her bouncing tits, or look into her eyes. In the end, he settled for the latter and forced her to look at him by grabbing her face with one hand as the other held her leg up as he fucked her.
"Tell me you're mine, Kaia," he demanded in a low voice.
She didn't need to be told twice.
"I'm yours, Satoru," she said right away, moaning when he kept hitting the perfect spot. "All yours."
"That's right, Bunny. You're fucking mine."
She swore she could have come undone at those words alone. But he beat her to it, collapsing onto his elbows and caging her body with his own as he fucked her through his orgasm.
Once he was spent, he slowly pulled away from her and disappeared into the bathroom. Kaia assumed he was disposing of the condom and she rolled over onto her side and relaxed into the silk sheets and overstuffed pillows.
She felt amazing. Felt like her heart was going to flutter out of her chest. She didn't even mind the soreness between her legs.
Satoru returned a few moments later. He collapsed on the bed and brought an arm around her and pulled her closer until her back was flush against his chest. He pressed a gentle kiss to her neck and let out a tired sigh. She bit down on the back of her bottom lip, suddenly feeling self-conscious, and stared at the wall. She knew that Satoru slept around and definitely had hooked up with way prettier girls than her. She wondered if he regretted it, especially since she was so inexperienced.
"Sorry if that was bad for you. I told you I didn't know what I was doin—agh!"
Her words were abruptly cut off by Gojo quickly grabbing her around the waist and pulling her up so she was once again in his lap. He rested his back against the headboard and watched her carefully with those blue, blue eyes.
"Are you kidding me? 'Sorry if that was bad for you.' You cannot be serious," he deadpanned.
Her cheeks flushed and she stammered out a quick, "don't look at me like that! I told you that I've never done anything with a guy before. Besides, I know that you're probably a little too experienced and—"a
He smothered her words with a deep kiss, making her completely and utterly melt into his arms.
"It wasn't bad. It was amazing," he murmured against her lips between kisses. "And if you keep talking like I'm going to start fucking you until you can't walk."
Her stomach fluttered and her skin rippled with gooseflesh. She wouldn't say it out loud, but part of her really wanted to know what that would feel like. She wanted to see just how good Satoru could really make her feel.
He noticed the reaction his words had on her because his eyes glinted and his mouth curled into a smirk. He brushed her arm that was covered in goosebumps and pressed a kiss to the pulse point on her neck.
"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you, Bunny?" he teased.
"I'm not going to dignify that with an answer," she said, though she still leaned into his touch.
He hummed and pecked her on the forehead.
"Come on. Let's take a bath and clean up."
Author's note:
Sorry for how long this chapter was! The next couple are shorter.
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