Bluest Potato

Imagining just lounging on your bed, contently reading a spicy book, wearing nothing but a "borrowed" shirt from Satoru and your favorite pair of panties, just peacefully minding your own business. Subtle humming as you kick your feet in the air, and all of the sudden a big bounce and dip ripples beside you. Yelping in surprise, you'd close your book and zip your torn attention to a huffing, white haired sorcerer casually sinking into your bed.

Long, extended burly limbs stretch out as he exhales a deep breath into the welcoming scent of your pillows. And you just chuck a spare pillow at him, listening to him cackle and easily wart off your pillow attacks. Takes the plush material and quickly snatches you by your waist and hurl you into his lanky weight, smothering you into the overwhelming warmth of his bulked body.

"I actually hate you Satoru!" you'd quit your squirming the moment you knew his arm locked around you, tightly weaved against his body. He laughs, turning his tired face to meet you, a shit eating grin plastered across his expression.

"Nahh, you actually love me sweets! as a matter of fact, you missed me soo bad while I was away huh?" he'd tease back, snickering at your adorable, feeble wriggling of his strong grasp on you. He rolls his hefty weight on top of yours, not entirely using his entire weight but enough to keep you pliant beneath his stocky body. Warm lips brush over the shell of your ear, kissing - brushing. Chuckles lowly when he feels how hot your skin had become from the bundling fluster surging through you, your body shuddering to his touch.

"Cute"