Shame On Me || satoru gojo x f!reader

departure

"Good morning, darling."

Gentle words whispered softly against your skin had become your mantra. A reminder of not only what you had longed for for so long, but also that you no longer felt the need to face the world alone.

Of course, you weren't exactly alone, but it often felt that way.

"Morning, Ken," your voice is hoarse as you wake to strong arms enveloping you, kisses being peppered down your jaw and along your neck. You hum contentedly, tilting your head to allow Nanami access before his lips part from your collar bone. His deep mahogany gaze lifts to take in your smile, a sight mirrored on his own features. Propping himself up on his elbow, he leans down to kiss you, his lips softly moving against yours.

Waking up with your boyfriend was a treasure you never truly knew you were missing out on. The way he would wrap you up tightly in his embrace, his length pressing into your ass as he passionately nipped and licked the sensitive skin at the nape where your neck met your collar bone was a feeling you could never grow sick of.

Before you can indulge in such a feeling, Kento interrupts the sounds of shuffling and gentle moans that fill the room.

"Are you teaching today?" His voice is low and groggy, a timbre you'd grown accustomed to hearing over the past few weeks as Kento's visits had become more and more frequent now that you were dating. Your calls and texts had grown so constant that it made more sense for him to come home to you every night. You had never imagined the cabin you had so begrudgingly agreed to live in could possibly become your home, but now it held such fond memories you couldn't imagine it any other way.

"Mhm," you hum in response to your boyfriend, who kisses your nose.

"Shame," he says, "I was hoping to have you to myself." His hands find your waist, brushing the bare skin of your stomach. You jump at the feeling of his thumbs tickling the sensitive skin, giggling at the sudden feeling of being awake. Kento's chest rumbles as he appreciates your reaction, leaving a gentle kiss along the top of your spine.

"I wish," you groan, turning your head to check the time. Slowly, you push yourself out of bed to get ready for the day. Kento isn't far behind as he makes his way down the stairs to make coffee. It had become somewhat of a tradition to share coffee together before going separate ways and you treasured that moment each morning, ensuring you always had enough time to bask in one another's company.

When you emerge from the bedroom dressed in a floral tank top and black skirt, Nanami's gaze travels the length of your figure. A blush finds your cheeks as you smile sheepishly at him. He's wearing a white button-up shirt, though it isn't fully buttoned up or tucked in as it usually is, and a pair of gray sweatpants. You can't help but adore the more disheveled look on him, something about it so painfully screamed "boyfriend" and it screamed of the adoration you two shared.

"You look beautiful," he hums, clearing his throat of the obvious lust in his voice.

Grinning, you giggle as you take the coffee cup he'd prepared for you from his hands. "You look as handsome as ever." Your cheeriness earns a warm smile from him. Taking your usual spot leaning against the counter beside him, you cozy up to the warmth of his side. Even in the warm summer heat, it was hard to tear either of you from the other.

Domestic moments like these, your heart soared at just how grateful you truly were. Never could you possibly have imagined a world where you would get to enjoy such slow and soft mornings filled with adoration.

A knock at your door earns a sigh from you and a knowing chuckle from Nanami, who sets his coffee down on the kitchen counter and runs a hand through his disheveled hair, answering the door.