Shame On Me || satoru gojo x f!reader

Tempest

Lips brush the nape of your neck in a slow and sensual movement that sends a shiver down your spine. You're enveloped in warmth that's welcome as summer is beginning to turn to fall and the nights grow cooler.

More importantly, it feels as though nothing could possibly bring you harm, you're safer than you could ever possibly be.

"Morning, Toru," you greet him groggily, your voice lined with the remnants of sleep that still weigh you down. Your eyes flicker open as Satoru eases you into the morning with an endless stream of kisses to your warm skin.

Light filters through the sheer curtains above his bed, illuminating the room that's a bit of a mess from the previous night. Clothing is strewn across the floor and a couple of pillows have been tossed aside on top of the fact that Satoru's room wasn't anything close to spotless when you'd first entered last night.

"Morning, pretty girl. Pretty girlfriend," he husks, his voice an octave deeper first thing in the morning. You shuffle your hips as heat pools in your stomach just from the sound of his voice. It's almost embarrassing how easily turned on you are by him, but when your minute movement grinds against Satoru for barely a moment, you're still met with a groan against the skin of your bare back.

"Is this where I ask if that's a phone in your pocket or if you're just happy to see me?" You tease, glancing over your shoulder with sleepy, lidded eyes.

Taking you by surprise, Satoru leans up on his elbow and captures your lips with his. "Shush, gorgeous," he hums between slow kisses.

With one arm securely around your waist, he hoists your body closer to him in time with his tongue sliding along your lower lip. You hum contentedly as you part your lips to give him access. His consistently sweet taste is a drug you can never seem to get enough of.

Satoru wastes no time as he rolls his hips against your ass, his rock-hard length sending a shiver down your spine as the previous night's pleasure races through your mind. His hands begin to roam the length of your bare skin, the soft pads of his fingers traveling down the curves of your stomach until they reach your hips.

He fervently grips your hips as he pulls you to him, smirking into the kiss as he swallows your breathy whine. He rocks his hips against your ass again, pulling back from the kiss to trail his lips and tongue down your neck.

Now that you're his, Satoru has every intention of leaving no part of your skin unmarked. He wants your skin to scream his name in the familiar purple tone he leaves behind, just as he wants his to scream your name through the red streaks left across his back and biceps.

He nips at the skin between your neck and collar, pulling a surprised gasp from deep in your throat. You shiver against him at the foreign feeling, leaning back into his touch. His chest rumbles pleasantly.

"Feel good, pretty girl?"

You hum, unable to muster a response when his hand slips down your hip between your legs to rub circles into the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. You squirm at his touch, gripping at the sheets for purchase as you grind back hard against him.

He groans against your neck, his breath fanning your skin as his heart rate picks up. Eagerly, Satoru squeezes your thigh before he parts your legs as he pulls your body against his chest, tilting your body to give himself access to your core.

His long fingers deftly part your folds, covering them immediately in your juices.

"Shit, you're perfect," he breathes, his cock twitching against your ass. You let out a breathy whine as you jut your hips forward in an effort to find relief for the coil in your stomach.