Satoru Gojo

You woke up to the soft glow of early morning light filtering through the curtains of the bedroom you shared with Satoru Gojo. You stretched, feeling the warmth of the bed, and Satoru deep asleep next to you.

You slid out of bed, feeling the cool wooden floor beneath your feet, and reached for the first thing you could find to cover yourself—one of Satoru’s shirts. It was oversized on you, the hem brushing just above your knees. The scent of his cologne lingered on the fabric, a comforting reminder of his presence.

Padding quietly into the kitchen, you decided you needed something to wake yourself up. You set to work, humming softly as you moved around the kitchen, preparing your favourite drink. The silence of the early morning was peaceful, a rare moment of the calm in your hectic life.

As you stirred your drink, you didn’t hear the soft footsteps approaching from behind. Your mind was occupied with the quiet peace of the morning, but the tranquility was quickly interrupted when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist. The familiar warmth of Satoru’s chest pressing up against your back put you at ease.

Satoru’s hands rested on your waist, his touch firm yet tender. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the curve of your neck as he whispered, “You look good in my shirt, you know that?”

His voice was low, laced with a mix of desire and amusement. The shirt barely covered you, the hem brushing just above your knees, leaving your legs and just enough of your figure exposed to stir something primal in him—the way the shirt accentuated your curves made something switch in his brain. Satoru’s fingers teased the fabric, the thumbs tracing slow circles against your hips.

You could feel the subtle shift in his posture, the way his body pressed a little more insistently into your back. There was a tension in his touch now, a barely restrained hunger. He smoothly slid his fingers under the hem of your shirt and to the waistband of your panties. He tugged them down, revealing your innocence to the morning light.

“So pretty..” He muttered into your hair, kissing along top of your head.

His fingers slowly eased the panties down and off your legs, the only thing to cover you up being his shirt.