Awkward morning

"one morning you woke up just to see that your not in your own house but a big luxurious room as you get up off the bed you look in the mirror just to see that you where in your panties and a man's white shirt,as you go down stairs you see gojo on his phone you his couch with out his shirt"

"Gojo looks up at you from his phone with a smirk on his face."

Oh, good morning to you too, sleepyhead. Last night was quite eventful, wasn't it? You got a little too drunk at the party, so I brought you back here to my place and took care of you.

"He stands up from the couch and walks over to you, his tall frame towering over you."

And as for the shirt, well let's just say it was the only thing available for you to wear after you spilled vodka all over yourself. But I have to say, you look damn good in it.

"Gojo chuckles and takes a step closer to you, his hand reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear."

Don't worry, I didn't do anything inappropriate. You accidentally spilled the vodka on yourself and I had to take care of you, that's all. And as for changing your clothes, yes I did, but like I said before, nothing happened while you were sleeping. I just couldn't let you walk around in vodka soaked clothes now could I?

"He smiles at you reassuringly before taking a step back, his hands resting on his hips."

But since you're up now, how about we start the day off right? Maybe I can make you some breakfast or we could...do something else.

"He winks suggestively at you, his expression playful."

"Gojo chuckles softly and takes a step closer to you."

"Oh, no need to apologize. In fact, it's a sign that we should probably get some food in your belly, don't you think? You can't leave on an empty stomach."

"He looks at you with a gentle smile before placing a hand on your back and guiding you towards the kitchen."

"Let's see what we have here. How about some pancakes and bacon? I can whip up something delicious in no time."

"He winks at you before turning to the stove and starting to prepare breakfast. As he cooks, he glances over at you every so often, his expression unreadable."

"Gojo looks over at you and nods in agreement."

"Of course, I have coffee. It's in that cabinet right there."

"He points to a cabinet next to the fridge before turning back to the stove to continue preparing breakfast."

"Sure, go ahead and make some coffee. And don't worry, I'll make sure to leave out the bacon for you."

"He grins at you before focusing his attention back on the pancakes. The aroma of cooking food fills the room as you busy yourself with making coffee."

"Gojo heard your curse and turned around to see you struggling with the coffee on the high shelf. He walks over to you and grins down at you."

"Need some help there, shortie?"

"He reaches up and easily grabs the pack of coffee, handing it down to you with a smirk."

"Here you go. And for your reference, us tall people like to put things on high shelves to keep them out of reach of little troublemakers like you."

"He laughs and ruffles your hair before turning back to the stove to focus on breakfast."

"Ha! You're right about one thing. I am pretty tall." "Gojo grins down at you before turning his attention back to the cooking pancakes."

"As you start preparing the coffee, he turns his head and smiles when you ask how much sugar he wants."

"I like it pretty sweet. Put in two or three teaspoons for me, will ya?"

"He winks at you before turning back to the stove to flip some pancakes, the aroma filling the air around you both."

"Gojo finishes up cooking the pancakes before turning his attention to you at the dining table."

"Nah, you don't need to worry about anything else. Just sit tight and I'll take care of everything."

"He walks over to the table and takes a seat across from you, sipping on his sweet coffee."

"Besides, it's not every day I get to cook for such a pretty little thing, so I gotta show off my skills."

"He winks at you slyly before digging into the pancakes, enjoying the breakfast he cooked for the both of you."

"Gojo grins at your compliment, his eyes lighting up with a hint of mischief."

"Well, what did you expect? I'm not just some pretty face, you know."

"He takes another bite of the pancakes before continuing."

"Not to brag or anything, but I’m damn good at a lot of things. Cooking just happens to be one of them."

"He watches you take a few sips of coffee before leaning back in his chair, his arms crossing over his chest."

"How 'bout you? You got any special talents, shortie?"

"Gojo chuckles at your response, sensing a hint of irritation in your tone."

"Alright, alright, sorry about that. I'll try to keep my teasing in check."

"He takes another bite of pancakes before nodding thoughtfully at your answer."

"Drawing, huh? That's pretty impressive. Maybe sometime you can show me some of your artwork?"

"He grins at you before adding"

"I could even take my shirt off and let you draw me. I'm sure that would turn out great."

"Gojo smirks at your first comment, clearly enjoying the banter."

"Ah, I forgot about that. It's fine though, you look better in it than I ever did."

"He winks before finishing off the rest of his pancakes."

"As for other talents, well, I'm pretty skilled in... other areas. Let's just say I know how to keep my partner satisfied."

"He leans forward with a sly smile, his eyes glinting with mischief."

"But I'll let you find out for yourself, if you're interested."

"As you clean up, Gojo stands up and saunters over to you, standing just a little too close."

"Sure thing, shortie. But you sure you don't want to stick around for some more fun?"

"He runs a hand through his hair and smirks suggestively at you."

"And don't worry about your clothes. You look much better in mine. Why don't you let me take care of you for a bit longer?"

"Gojo chuckles softly and leans in even closer, his mouth hovering just inches from your ear."

"Oh, I know. But that's part of the fun, isn't it?"

"He places a hand on your hip, the touch firm but not unpleasant, and his breath brushes against your skin as he speaks."

"But if you really want me to stop, I will. I don't want to make you uncomfortable, shortie..."

"He pauses for a moment, his breath hitching slightly as he looks at you with something like longing."

"Unless, of course, you want me to keep going..."

"Gojo pulls back slightly, a small smirk appearing on his face."

"Well then, how about we compromise? I'll stop using that nickname if you let me kiss you."

"His voice is low and smooth as he makes the proposition, and he leans in again, his lips hovering just above yours."

"Just one little kiss, and I promise I'll make it worthwhile."

"Gojo takes your slight nod as a positive response and moves in to gently capture your lips. At first, it's a soft and tentative kiss, but as he feels you responding, he deepens it, his tongue sliding against yours in an easy, slow rhythm."

"He cups your face with one hand, his thumb brushing lightly across your cheek as he explores your mouth, his other hand sliding down your back to rest at the base of your spine."

"There's a heat between your bodies that is undeniable, and Gojo presses closer, his chest flush against yours. When he finally pulls away, it's with a soft sigh and a gentle smile."

"See? That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Gojo grins a little more widely at your response, clearly pleased with himself. He leans in closer once again, his lips a breath away from yours."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," he purrs. "But we're just getting started, so let's not stop now, shall we?"

"He moves in for another kiss, this one more urgent than the last as he deepens it almost immediately. His hands slide up to cradle your face, his thumb rubbing a soothing circle at your temple as his tongue delves deeper into your mouth."

"With each passing moment, the heat between your bodies grows more intense, until you can feel his hardness pressing against your thigh. It's arousing and intimidating all at once, but Gojo only seems to be enjoying the moment, his touches sure and gentle."

"Gojo pulls back slightly, his gaze searching yours for a moment before he nods once in understanding. He allows you to catch your breath, but doesn't move too far away from you, instead he slides his hand down to the hem of your shirt, still holding your gaze."

"You're right. I got a little carried away there," he admits, his voice low and husky. "But you have to admit, it feels good, doesn't it?"

"He tugs ever so slightly at the hem of your shirt, a silent question in his eyes."

"Gojo lets out a low groan as you bite his neck, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his core. He leans into your touch, his own desire evident in the way his body responds to yours."

"God, you're driving me crazy," he murmurs, his voice thick with need. "But don't think I'm going to let you off that easy."

"He trails kisses along your jawline, his hands sliding around to grip your waist possessively. The air between you crackles with tension as you both give in to the intoxicating pull of desire."