Strictly Professional (gojo x reader)

Chapter 45

Summary:

You wake up the next morning to another one of Satoru's shenanigans, before deciding how you want to spend your first full day back with him.

Author's Note:

Hello everyone, I'm back with another chapter and this one is pure fluff and banter (still making up for the dark times) so I hope you enjoy!

Recommended Songs:
The first words by Song Yu Vin
It's Not Living (If It's Not With You) by The 1975
Mrs Magic by Strawberry Guy

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A large yawn left you as you stretched your limbs, curling back into your pillow and the wall of warmth right beside you. Vibrations traveled through the bedsheets to your skin as your neighbor hummed, "Wow, I guess you did have something to be worried about, Princess. You could kill armies––end all war with that breath!"

Still half-asleep and your neighbor's remark flying over your head, you let out a disgruntled noise, not wanting to be disturbed. Your neighbor laughed softly as it took a minute for the words to digest.

You suddenly sat up with your eyes wide open, feeling a pit of worry and embarrassment sink in your stomach until you looked over at a giggling Satoru.

"I hate you. So. Fucking. Much," you snapped, punctuating your words with hits to Satoru's head with your pillow. Letting out a low grumble, you plopped down on the mattress once again, turning away from Satoru and covering your head with the pillow, hiding your cheeks that were tingling.

Satoru draped an arm around your waist, pulling your back against his chest. He tries to snake his hand underneath your pillow, softly chuckling, "I was joking, Princess! I guess you're not much of a morning person."

"I think, Satoru, that you should realize that your jokes aren't doing well with this crowd." You curtly replied, your voice becoming more muffled as you pulled the pillow tighter against your head.

"You wound me, Sweetheart," Satoru frowned, moving a hand across your stomach and hip.

"I don't want to talk to you. Especially because I haven't brushed my teeth––wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable, you know."

"Your morning breath isn't bad!"

You let out a dramatic yawn, stretching against Satoru's embrace. "[Y/n] is currently sleeping. She can't be reached at this time."

Satoru rolled his eyes, resting his chin on your shoulder as he found a spot on your neck to mumble into. "Don't you want to know the other part of my response? The part that's a surprise ?"

I'm now intrigued, you thought after a few seconds of deliberating, subtly shifting further into Satoru's chest. "What is it," you breathed, turning back around to face him.

"Come here," Satoru whispered, successfully knocking the pillow off your head, his long, gentle fingers grazing your jaw. He lowered his lips to yours, instantly meeting your tongue with his, his hand now cradling the back of your neck, deepening the kiss.

Satoru hummed, his lips curling upwards into a smile as he braced the other hand into the mattress, swinging his leg over yours. With Satoru now hovering over you, you wrapped an arm around his neck, running your other hand over Satoru's rippling chest. You moved that hand to Satoru's back, pulling him down as you arched up into him, craving the warmth and press of his body.

" You're playing a dangerous game, my love," Satoru groaned into your lips, a faint curse escaping him as his hips momentarily rolled against yours. You smiled at his words, taking his bottom lip in between your teeth before letting go, attempting to pull away. But Satoru wasn't done with you, quickly capturing your lips, his hands wandering over your curves.