Koi No Yokan (gojo x oc)

Juju Stroll: In Another Life

an: this chapter contains sexual content, just an fyi

"Kaede-chan."

She feels his fingertips comb through her hair, stirring as he repeats her name. "What time is it?"

"Seven-thirty."

Despite his efforts to speak softly, her body shoots up, "Tomiji—"

"It's okay. He left already. You know he likes to walk on his own."

The urge to chastise Tomiji's stubborn want for independence is clouded by her appreciation that he took the initiative to go to school at all. For a long time, it seemed an impossible argument. Many things had seemed impossible for the trio. "What about you? Shouldn't you be leaving soon?"

He returns to his place next to her in the bed. "Ito-sama's not opening the shop until eleven today."

"You're here for the morning then?"

"Yeah," he sees the look on her face, feels the wavering anticipation ripple through his skin, "I am."

He leans in first, kissing her impatiently as they fumble to remove one another's clothes. Kaede places herself in his lap, writhing against him slowly as his teeth sink into her collarbone. She'd never had sex with another man, but feels certain no one could make her feel like this. No one's shoulders would fit into her palm so perfectly, or guide her hips through every motion the way he can.

Eventually, Kaede runs her fingers into his silky hair, using it as reins to guide his lips back to hers. One of his hands leaves her hips, reaching for that most sensitive spot between her legs. The one he, himself, helped her discover their first night together. She whimpers into his mouth, movements growing erratic, both of them working hard to chase the rush that sets every nerve on fire.

Kaede's hands reach for the headboard behind him, using it to help her tiring legs, weakening as his finger runs rough circles on her clit.

"You look so beautiful right now," he manages to breathe out.

Kaede's always thought of herself as plain, but he's the only person who's ever told her—convinced her— otherwise. She can't imagine a world in which he lied to or wronged her. The only future she could foresee is next to him, exactly like this.

"You look beautiful too, pretty boy." She kisses him, feeling him grin at the sound of the nickname. Then she has to pull away, bury her nose into the crook of his neck. Kaede's close, and wants to feel every warm inch of his body against hers when she comes.

He senses this, moving his finger faster than before as he draws his hips up to meet hers. It grows more difficult to hold out so that she can finish too.

Finally, her whole body tenses above his, nails digging deeply into the skin of his back as she whispers his name again and again, begging him not to stop. The desperation in her voice sends him over the edge too.

For many minutes, the two remain like this, sweaty bodies slumped against one another as they catch their breath.

Kaede pulls her chin out from his shoulder and rests her damp forehead against his. She's unsure what to say, but his lilting voice fills the breathy silence, "Kaede?"

She hums in response.

"I think I'm falling in love with you."

"Huh?" She's revitalized by the phrase, pulling away to stare. In disbelief, "You mean that?"

"Have I ever lied to you?"

"No, but," she can't wrap her head around it, how he could have any woman he wants, yet he chose her, "You love me."