#jujustu kaisen drabble

[velvetcrimsonkisses]

Choso who cums in his pants while dry humping…

What was meant to be only one kiss, turned into you straddling him, rubbing your clothed pussy against his hard cock. Whiny cries escape his lips as he tries to hold onto anything as you grind on him. Raven locks stuck to his face, as you both exchange messy and needy kisses. A wet stain already on his boxers from his pre-cum. “You like that baby?” you whisper, running your nails through his hair. The sensation running a chill up his back, causing him to roll his eyes back. “Fuck yes…” his hands come up to your ass, gripping it so he could move you faster against him, desperate for his release. “Please, please let me cum, make cum please…” The poor boy begs, bucking his hips up into you, anxious to cum in his boxers. And he does just that. Hot cum bursting through the fabric, soaking his boxers as his body goes limp under you. A satisfied look on his pretty face and all you can think about is how he would act once he was actually inside you…

[rissouu]

you text them sexy red lyrics!

pairings: ryomen sukuna, toji fushiguro, gojo satoru, suguru geto, nanami kento, and choso kamo.

warnings: a bit suggestive, and foul language!

©rissouu 2024

[classyrbf]

thinking about classmate!gojo who has no idea that the shy, nerdy girl in his class is secretly a perv who has a massive crush on him and has been trading nudes with him. From the moment you saw him in your lecture, glistening blue eyes and fluffy white hair, you immediately could feel your heart pounding. He was so cute, so handsome, and god his muscles drove you crazy, not to mention his smile. He’s only glanced your way a few times, though, but it wasn’t until you went on your fake account and began sending such lewd pictures of your body to him that he started noticing you. To your surprise, he actually sent one back and from there on out, you chatted every day.

You shouldn’t have been shocked to find out that he had a pretty cock too. Lengthy and thick with a pretty pink tip, just waiting to be sucked and fucked. Everytime you scrolled through your chats, your hands always found a way in your pants, rubbing at your little aching clit. You’d get so worked up, so wet, sending him videos of your dripping pussy, fucking yourself on your fingers just for him. He’d send a video back, jerking his cock, his heavy breathing and soft moans in the background. “God, baby, you have such a pretty pussy, you know that?” He chuckles. And the next morning, you’re both back to being complete strangers. He’s sitting in his seat on the other side of the room, obnoxiously tapping his pencil, completely unaware that you’re fawning over him, getting wet just thinking about him.

Sometimes you even leave class to slip into the bathroom, pulling your skirt up and snapping a picture of your cunt or unbuttoning your shirt to snap a picture of your tits just to hit send to him. And when Gojo gets the notif in class, the professors words going in one ear and out the other while he hides his phone to stare at the pictures you sent, his cock growing hard. And still, he has no idea that it’s you.

gojo: send a video of you playing with yourself for me, yeah?

Without hesitation, you listen. You’re in the bathroom stall, skirt hiked up while you quietly finger your soaked cunt, showing your slicked coated fingers to the camera. And a few minutes later, you walk back into class, watching gojo look down at his phone, trying so hard to pay attention but failing so miserably.

Later that night, Gojo is in his bed, fucking his fist to your pictures and videos, scrolling through your chats and messages, his cock throbbing in hand. “Fuck, I wish I knew what you looked like,” he muttered under his breath, pressing play on a video of you fucking your dildo, your ass bouncing up and down on the silicone. “I could fuck you so much better, baby. Have you screaming, begging, crying for my dick,” he grunted, following your pace. His eyes are fixated on your pussy, drooling over how it grips the toy, your juices dripping down it while your ass jiggles. Just as he’s about to cum, he clicks off your video and presses record, making sure to capture the moment to send to you. “Look at what you fucking do to me,” he rasps, and seconds later he’s cumming all over himself, moaning, grunting, swearing under his breath.

All you can do is smile when you get the video, giggling to yourself. His toned abs flexing underneath the light when he cums, throbbing veins decorating his thick cock. He’s just so perfect to you. A few seconds later he messages you.

gojo: when you gonna let me see your pretty face?

you: you’ve already seen it <3

[chososcutie]

♡dilf!nanami♡

warnings: baby fever, mating press, unprotected sex, cumming inside

art creds to @hercaptain and @narutoss.ramen

dilf!nanami who is the girl dad ever.

in fact, when dilf!nanami heard you were expecting girl twins, he was already ordering the matching pink strollers and cribs and little newborn baby onesies.

dilf!nanami who throughout your entire pregnancy, was plastered to your side, making sure your every need was meet, and constantly with a hand on your tummy, feeling for the little baby kicks.

dilf!nanami who when the babies were first born, was with you every step of the way, getting up out of bed at three in the morning if it meant his tired wife could get a few extra hours of sleep, feeding bottles to both of them if your breasts were too sore, rocking them in his big beefy arms and whispering how “daddy’s here”, and even strapping them to his chest in baby slings while he ran errands.

dilf!nanami who you can find cooing at your baby girls, making them giggle as he bounces them on his lap, blowing raspberries on their tummies and tickling them as he keeps them entertained for you.

and not only is dilf!nanami the best father, but he’s also the best husband.

dilf!nanami who after tucking in the babies to bed, tiptoes away to your bedroom.

because while he has to make sure the babies are tended to, he also needs to tend to his baby.

dilf!nanami who takes quick strides to your shared bedroom, wasting no time in sprawling his buff frame over you, pinning you easily down as he huffs hoarsely in your ear, “kids are asleep” while his bulge presses into your soft tummy.

dilf!nanami who is already half-hard at just seeing your chubbed belly and plush hips, your post-pregnancy body was just so tantalizing to him.

dilf!nanami whose hands roam your body with a desperate kind of need, squeezing and kneading tenderly as he places kisses all along your neck and jaw.

dilf!nanami who grunts lowly as your grabby hands reach for his cock, hastily pulling down his boxers until his length slaps against his stomach, spilling pearlescent beads of oozing precum across himself.

dilf!nanami who is huuung, swollen balls and thickened base all leading up to a perfectly symmetrical cock, the tip flushed an angry red and twitching wildly at your gaze.

dilf!nanami who quickly hooks a finger into your panties, shoving them aside before lining himself up, so heavy between your legs you can't help the small moan of anticipation you let out, wriggling your hips up impatiently.

dilf!nanami who only chuckles at his wife's eagerness, too quick to oblige as he begins to push in, past that first tight ring of muscle while you suck him in deeper.

dilf!nanami who groans at the greediness of your slobbering pussy, already trying to milk him for all he's worth as you clamp on tight around him.

"f-fuck, m'.. hah.. gonna cum if you don't stop sucking me in like that sweetie."

dilf!nanami who begins to roll his hips forward, filling you up inch by inch as your moans slur together, tongue lolling out dumbly.

he was just so big, you couldn't help it if you were already cock-drunk!

dilf!nanami who watches as your eyes roll back in your head when he starts up a mean pace, hips snapping into yours ferally while your spit-glossed lips hang open helplessly.

dilf!nanami whose hand comes down between your legs to stroke your twitching clit, the cool metal of his silver wedding band making you jolt with pleasure as you squirm under him.

dilf!nanami's baritone rumble of your name brings you back, as he suddenly throws your legs over his broad-framed shoulders, candied pink lips crashing onto yours in a craze as he folds you into a nasty mating press.

"wan' .. hah.. make ya a pretty mama again.."

"what?" you're gasping for breath, eyelashes fluttering as a familiar coiling heat begins to pool low in your tummy, winding closer with every harsh smack! of his hips into yours.

"can you do that f'me, my love?" dilf!nanami's words have begun to slur, eyes glossy as his throat bobs, pushing your legs up higher 'n higher. "have my babies again?"

drool has begun to seep out of the corners of your lips and with a mindless nod, you find dilf!nanami's hips bucking sloppily as he gets closer.

"say it."

you feel your tummy knotting achingly tight and with a hoarse cry you practically scream out, "k-ken' make me a mommy again! please!" before you're cumming, and cumming hard, creaming all over his cock until it's forming a little ring at his base.

dilf!nanami who is cumming seconds after you, your filthy words sending him over the edge with a soft groan as ribbons 'n' ribbons of hot, milky cum are shooting into you, filling you endlessly up until you're clawing at his back and crying with how stuffed you feel.

dilf!nanami who shudders and jerks over you, whispering small praises as the last wispy remnants of his seed empty into you, fingers coming to stuff the glossy dredges beginning to seep out of your ruined pussy back in.

you hiccup softly, whilst dilf!nanami shushes and coos at you to take it all, lovingly stroking your cheek and placing small kisses on your face while you recover.

dilf!nanami who after giving you a couple more orgasms and tiring you out, hears the babies begin to wail from the other room, tucking you in snugly before whispering “i’ll do it, you get some rest my pretty mama..”

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[ayyy-pee]

waking up freezing and shivering, teeth chattering every night because your husband is a blanket hog. you know it's not on purpose. he just can't help it. doesn't even know he does it most times. you'd think after years together you'd be used to it, but waking up curled into the fetal position as you try to retain even a smidge of warmth is something you don't think you'll ever adjust to.

so you reach behind you, feeling your spouses large form wrapped snug as a bug in your shared blanket and you grip onto the fabric. you pull as hard as you can but you don't manage to move him even an inch. you try once more...same result.

"ken..." you whisper, wrapping your arms around yourself. no response. "kento..."

he doesn't budge. you're tempted to just get up and go grab another blanket, but your husband, despite his seriousness, can get quite pouty when you do that. so you tap him hard instead sure to jab him in the spot you know is his most sensitive. this seems to do the trick as he grunts in response.

"I'm cold," you tell nanami and he sits up quickly, realizing what he's done. his pajama top hangs off one shoulder. his blonde hair is pointing every which way and sleep is heavy on his eyelids, threatening to weigh him down again any minute.

"I'm sorry, love," nanami speaks, voice rough and deep with exhaustion, but the sincerity in his apology clear.

then he's throwing the blanket back over you both. only he adds in a little extra warmth as he wraps his arm around your waist and throws a large leg over your body.

nanami buries his face in your neck, adjusting himself so that he can be as close to you as possible. only a few seconds pass before you hear his light snoring behind you. and you know the warmth you feel is from more than just his touch.

[cuntyji]

nerdjo by mvtchaee

[ivyvenus333]

a/n: kuna is mean and calls reader pathetic and a brat and maybe a slut, idk this isn't proof read. lol. also take a shot every time i use italics. shout out @madamechrissy for turning me into a sukuna girl<3

fuck buddy!sukuna who lays with his hands behind his head and that stupid fucking smirk on his face as you ride him relentlessly. it was pathetic, the way you kept coming back to him even though he’d never put his hands on you. his tongue, his fingers, sure. but when it came to fucking, you were the one doing the work. he was so depraved, getting off on how desperate you were to fuck someone who wouldn’t even touch you.

he knew that he was such an asshole for getting harder at the sight of your legs trembling – at seeing you in pain. you were such a good girl for refusing to slow down despite the obvious burn. but he would never tell you that.

“tch, you’re so fucking pathetic. is that really all you got?” he mocked, trying so so hard to sound unbothered. but the way your pretty pussy split open around his fat cock every time you slammed your hips down was killing him. the way you leaked down his length every time you slid back up destroyed him even more.

“did you fucking hear me, brat?” he growled at your lack of response, nothing but intoxicating moans leaving your mouth.

“m’sorry i’m trying, fuck i’m trying so hard. please, sukuna.”

“please, what? use your fucking words.”

“want you to fuck me. please help, oh my god, please.”

god, he had never heard you so fucked out. so fucked out that you would admit to wanting, to needing, his help. it made his cock throb, causing the sweetest noise to escape your lips as he swelled inside you. and that was enough for him to finally wrap his arms around you and pull you flush against his muscular chest, your body immediately going limp.

planting his feet flat on the bed, he started fucking up into you with abandon. the tip of his meanly curved cock repeatedly slamming into your cervix. his hands frantically trailed up and down your back, finally exploring your skin. you felt so fucking soft, so smooth under his rough, calloused fingers.

“is this what you wanted? huh, you fucking slut?” he spat, words so fucking harsh and in stark contrast to how he truly felt about you. he was so stupid for not doing this sooner.

“yes, fuck yes- m’gonna cum. so deep, fucking me so fast, ‘kuna” you moaned into his neck.

he hated what you did to him –a supposed “fuck boy” who lost it at your stupid fucking nickname for him.

“don’t call me that you fucking brat” is what he wanted to say – what got caught in his throat when he felt his stomach tightening, his abs flexing against your stomach.

gripping your ass hard enough to bruise, sukuna pulled your hips as close against his as he possibly could. a string of fucks and shit spilling out of his mouth as he shot his load so deep inside of you, the two of you cumming together. it was so cute, how your pliant body convulsed around him.

lifting yourself up slightly, your arms framed his face and you nuzzled your nose against his.

you were so fucking cute.

“what the fuck are you doing?”

“mmm, nothing. you just felt so good ‘kuuna. been waiting for you to touch me,” you whispered, breath ghosting his face.

“get the fuck off of me, woman,” he huffed, but his words were meaningless as he pulled you back down against him. the supposed “fuck boy” pressing soft kisses into your hair. god, he was so embarrassingly whipped and wrapped around your finger.

[ofourlee]

megumi x reader

principle 1: date a guy with glasses so you can straighten them after a makeout session!

your lips pull away from his, and for a second, the only sound is the shared, uneven breaths between you.

megumi’s glasses are completely askew, sitting crooked on his nose, one side pressed higher against his cheek while the other hangs low.

the lenses are fogged, blurring the warmth in his eyes that still linger on your face.

a laugh bubbles up from you, soft and a little breathless, as you reach up to straighten them.

your fingertips brush his skin, delicate as you adjust the frames back into place.

you nudge them up the bridge of his nose, and he stays still, letting you take your time like it’s a part of the intimacy, the way you touch him even in these small moments.

“there,” you murmur, inspecting your work, thumb tracing along the edge of the frame. “better?”

megumi blinks, the world coming back into focus, and gives you that familiar, lopsided grin, the one that always makes your heart skip.

“much better,” he replies, his voice low and soft, still thick with the closeness you just shared.

his hand slips to your waist, pulling you in again, but you can’t help the smile tugging at your lips as you teasingly push his glasses up one more time for good measure.

“just making sure,” you say, but before you can say more, his lips are on yours again, and this time, the glasses stay perfectly in place.

[nanamin-nah-nanamine]

Can you just imagine Nanami letting you ride him? Giving the illusion that you’re in control, praising you for being such a good girl bouncing on his cock so well. His big hands running up and down your sides as he watches and waits.

Waits for you to falter.

Waits for your legs to grow tired and your rhythm to falter as you whine that you still got it and that he doesn’t need to take over.

And he’ll humor you. He’ll indulge you until your bouncing turns to grinding down on his cock, your clit rubbing against his hip bones with each roll and he’ll wait until you’re close before he flips you over and pounds you until you’re squirting <3

[velvetcrimsonkisses]

Toji has only ever called you mommy once and that happened the first time you rode him. He had just gotten out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist and hair dripping wet, as he lies down on the bed. Just watching him lit a fire inside you, he always looked so fine even when he wasn’t doing anything, like right now. You tiptoe your way towards the bed, crawling onto him to straddle his hips.

“You ready for bed now princess?” His hands come to rest on your hips, giving them a soft squeeze. Your head falls into the crook of his neck, smelling the fresh scent of his body wash. Toji lets out a soft groan as you begin peppering kisses to his neck and jaw. You're able to feel his cock grow hard under you as you begin to grind against him, eager for some friction. Your nails run down from his chest to his abs causing him to shiver slightly under your tantalizing touch as your hands reach their final destination. The towel. With one small flick, it falls to the sides of his hips finally revealing what you craved for more than sleep.

At this point, he knows exactly what you want. Looking at you with his signature smirk, meeting your lustful eyes, he uses one finger to pull your panties to the side, allowing his tip to press into your heat. “Take what you want baby,” he slides his cock through your slick folds. You take his cock into your hand and align him with your entrance, slowly taking him in, the stretch satisfying your very needy cunt. Tojis hands land back on your hips trailing down to your ass as he throws his head back, eyes shut close as he feels your soft walls clench around him. Your hands grope his broad shoulders for support as you take his entire length inside.

“Fuck…you feel so good,” a deep groan leaves his lips, pure bliss running through his body. His hands grip your hips tighter as he tries to concentrate on his cock buried deep inside your warm pussy. “God yes.. Fuck me, princess. Just like that,” His hands fumble on your hips, desperate to help you move faster but, you didn’t want to cum just yet…

“Hold on baby…” you whisper into his ear as your hands intertwine with his. This is when Toji’s brain short circuits. The man was fucked out. Whimpering nonsense as you ride his cock painfully slow, anxiously trying to buck his hips up into you. “Fuck.. mommy,” he grunts, voice low and needy, eyes rolling back as bursts of thick cum paint your gummy walls. A string of moans and gasps leave your lips as you reach your own orgasm.

Still trying to catch your breath, Toji watches you with his mouth wide open as you slowly slide yourself off his cock. “So you wanna talk about that?” you tease, falling to his side, and pulling the bedsheets over you two. “Not a word…” he closes his eyes in embarrassment, a deep shade of red spreading across his face.

[sukii77]

bestfriend gojo

bestfriend!gojo who randomly FaceTimes you at 2 a.m., wearing sunglasses in a pitch-black room, just to ask, “Do you think pigeons have regrets?”

bestfriend!gojo who insists on being your “emotional support bestie” but is also the first to laugh at you when you trip over air.

bestfriend!gojo who would fight anyone that upsets you but also reminds you of that one embarrassing thing you did five years ago daily.

bestfriend!gojo who sends you random selfies while he’s on missions.

bestfriend!gojo who is surprisingly good at listening when you’re upset but immediately ruins the mood by saying something like, “You deserve better. Like me. Kidding… unless?”

bestfriend!gojo who casually throws his jacket over you when it’s cold without even looking at you, like he’s in some cheesy romance drama.

bestfriend!gojo who acts offended if you hang out with someone else without him, “Who is he? Is he stronger than me? Is he better than me? I don't think so.”

bestfriend!gojo who spams your phone with TikToks and memes, and if you don’t respond within five minutes, he sends, “Blocked. Deleted. Erased from my memory.”

bestfriend!gojo who is unreasonably competitive in casual games, like Uno or Mario Kart, and will absolutely flip table if he loses.

bestfriend!gojo who will show up unannounced at your place with food, acting like he’s doing you a favor, even though you didn’t ask for anything.

[barbiecsworld]

Thinkin’ about oh so sweet, himbo yuji and his smart girlfriend who lectures him day to day and tries her hardest to get yuji to use his brain. Only because you want him to be careful and safe because he’s your sweet boy. Too bad yuji doesn’t seem to care enough to actually use his brain for most things especially when he has someone as smart and patient as you! He’s really lucky he thinks. Oh so sweet himbo yuji, who in return for your patience and putting up with his antics, makes you go dumb on his cock because he’s just too big and ‘won’t fit.’ He never fails to bruise your pussy, and then beat in your insides. You just feel too good and he doesn’t wanna stop. Just for him to make you mushy all over again with his mumbling in your ear

“it’ll fit, open that shit up for me ma”

“You feel it right here don’t you?”

“You’re my smart girl.”

“Use those brains of yours to shut up and take it like a good girl”

taking requests btw!!

[madamechrissy]

Work anniversary with Mr. Nanami

MDNI- Explicit- oral (f receiving) your boss Nanami says happy one year at work!

It's your one year anniversary at work today, you expected a congratulations, maybe some silly little cake, what you did not expect, was your boss Nanami's face between your thighs.

Your hips arch up as he has you spread wide on his desk in his lavish office, his dark green glasses fogging up as he lavishes your pussy with his skilled tongue. You're gripping his sandy blond hair tightly, his straight nose is bumping your swollen little clit as his tongue fucks your velvety walls, saliva dripping along with your arousal.

"Mr. Nana-mi!" You're whining now, his strong hands grip your thighs, the sounds of him devouring your cunt positively filthy in his office, as he spreads them even wider. He's slurping you up, drinking all of the sticky cum that's pouring out.

"Kento." He murmurs, kissing your inner thigh, you never expected this, your thighs trembling, breath catching as he has a thick, long finger inserted in your gooey wetness now. "I want you to know how..." Wet, fuck you are so wet for him. "Appreciated you are, darling." He murmurs, stroking his cock over his business slacks as he looks at you.

Sprawled wide, pencil skirt shoved up your hips, your eyelashes are fluttering and there's a little sweat sheening on your cheeks, as he curls his finger, feeling those walls grip him, you're gushing all over his hand. He places a kiss on your clit, smirking when you jerk just a bit, thinking how good you'll feel gripping his cock instead soon.

"Kento, are you sure I... can... call you!? that!? I - ah!" He leans over you, hand on your mouth, two fingers stretching and fucking into you now, you hear the squishing and clicking of your soaking cunt, as you look up at your gorgeous fucking boss, who's licking his lower lip, chin coated in your slick.

"Quiet, or I won't be able to give you your raise." Your eyes roll back as you climax then, all over Mr. Nanami's skilled fingers, cunt pulsing around them, he eases back, sucking you off him, cheeks hollowing, your head falls back against the desk, he watches the mess you've become, brushing your hair back. "Can you cum again for me, darling?"

"Y-yes Mr. Nanami." He smacks your cunt then, shocking you, your mouth is open in a surprised gasp, as he smirks. "I mean... Kento."

More Boss Nanami hcs here

It's my one year anniversary thursday, so I concocted this LMAO

[classyrbf]

you find it so funny how people think your husband, nanami, is the sweetest, most innocent and romantic man they’ve ever laid eyes on, such a gentleman. Which, they are correct in some ways. Gentleman. Check. Sweet. Check. Romantic. Check. He’s always buying you flowers, opening doors for you, kissing your hand, taking you out on spontaneous dates, calling you ‘sweetheart’, ‘honey’, ‘love’, and treating you like some porcelain doll. But innocent? Oh no, no. You almost laugh because it may seem like your husband is ‘innocent’ or ‘vanilla’ whichever term they may use, but he is anything but that. While he may treat you like a princess in public, he absolutely sluts you out behind closed doors.

You don’t blame people for thinking he may look and act soft because that was your first impression of him too. So, imagine the surprise when you first had sex and he was pounding you in a mating press, tears streaming down your face. Yeah, best night of your life. And now that you’re married? God, it makes the sex one hundreds times better than before. He’s go you on your side, one arm hooked under your leg, reaching so far that he’s able to wrap his hand around your throat. The other wrapped around your waist, rubbing your clit while he fucks his cum into you. He’s forcing you to look him in the eyes, faces inches away from each other, because he wants to watch your pretty face when you cum. So innocent, right?

“Oh my god! Fuck!” You cry out, your breathing labored. He’s so deep inside of you, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot over and over again to the point it makes your head spin especially when he’s toying with your swollen clit. “I can’t! I can’t, Ken! You’re too fucking deep! Ah!” You grip onto the ruffled sheets below, bucking your hips as you attempt to make his cock not feel so good, but the bruising grip he has on your throat and waist puts you right back in your place.

“You can take it, sweetheart. I know you can. You know why?” He pulls you in closer, pressing his lips to your ear. “Cause you’re a fucking slut for this dick.” He thrusts his hips faster, skin slapping against skin and the mixture of your juices and his cum create a sticky mess between your thighs. “Awe, is that gonna make you cum? Being degraded? I can feel your pussy clenching me,” he darkly smiled, heavy breaths fanning against your damp skin. He rubbed your clit faster, carefully watching the way you threw your head back in pure bliss.

“Fuckkkk! You’re gonna make me cum again!” Your toes curled the closer you got to your orgasm, whimpering as you took in every feeling of pleasure coursing through you.

“Squirt all over this dick, baby. Be a good girl for me and show me how good I make you feel.” He felt your walls tightening with each passing second, sweat trailing down his forehead as he kept his pace. Your legs began to shake as you writhed under him, cursing and screaming as you squirted all over, soaking the blankets below you. “Messy fucking slut. Look at you, you’re still fucking going.”

“Oh my god! Yes, yes, yes!” Your brows furrowed as you watched him fuck you through your orgasm. “It’s too much, Ken!” You pulled his hand away from your clit, holding onto his wrist tightly while he slowed down his thrusts, now going deep and slow. You laid there in a dazed state, trying to catch your breath. His hand gently caressed your stomach slowly inching up towards your tits, cupping them in his hand while he placed sloppy kisses down your neck and to your collarbone.

So yes, while your husband may be such a gentleman, such a sweetheart, such an angel to others, in the back of your head, you think of those moments behind closed doors when he makes you cum your brains out, praising you and degrading you all within the same breath, choking you and treating you like some common whore. But after all that’s over, he’s back to treating you like the most delicate thing he’s ever touched. It’s truly the best of both worlds.

[theorphicangel]

thinking about collegebf!gojo staying over for the night, constantly complaining about your single size bed.

“stop kicking me.”

“m’not kicking you.”

“Yes, yes you are satoru, don’t even try to deny it.” You huff, grumbling into your pillow.

“Is it my fault that you have a small ass bed?” Gojo exclaims, “I can’t even turn over right, I’ll pull a muscle.”

“leave then.”

your bedroom fills with immediate silence as soon as the words leave your mouth. your stomach nearly drops, regret creeping across your skin. you’ve only been dating satoru for a few months but you’ve known him for years and can already predict his reactions when it comes down to situations like this.

there’s two possible ways he could take this. one: he could turn into a brat and actually leave, giving you the silent treatment until you guilt trip him into talking to you by buying him sweet cinnamon buns for breakfast. or two: he plays along and actually ends up kicking you out…of your own bed.

awaiting his response you whisper his name tentatively.

“satoru—“

“take it back.”

“or what?” you tease, despite there is anxiety in your tone.

“fine then.”

Satoru sits up and reaches for his phone on your bedside table, immediately his fingers start typing, you watch him silently as he scrolls.

your mind gushes over the possible things he’s doing on his phone. finding ways to break up with you? Texting someone to pick him up? Ordering an Uber to leave?

the thought of it makes the regret take control over your whole body.

“I take it back!” you exclaimed suddenly, your arms wrapping around him, securing him tightly so he can’t leave. “m’sorry,” you kiss him between your speech,”don’t leave me — I’ll buy — you all the cinnamon— buns that you want.”

“whoa, whoa, whoa, who said anything about leaving? If anything we’re leaving together.”

“we?” you repeat.

“I’m looking for one bedroom apartments with a double bed.” He emphasises on the last part, “m’ getting sick of these dorm rooms.”

“wait really? you want to—“ you pause, swallowing thickly as the words come out of your throat.

“you want to live together?”

Gojo looks up, the glow of his phone screen illuminating his face.

“Of course baby, unless you don’t want to?”

“I do!,” you say exasperatedly, “I want to. I just didn’t think…”

“what?”

“well, right now? we don’t even have any—

“shhh—“ satoru presses a finger to your lips, “don’t start worrying that sweet little head of yours sweetheart, I’ve got it all figured out.”

you frown, pulling away his hand, “don’t sign anything without letting me see it first satoru” you warn.

“or course!” He says, “what do you take me to be, an idiot?

“sometimes.”

satoru glances up at you, his expression declares full offence. this is the moment where he’d choose to get up and leave but thankfully your sweet lips play as a smart distraction.

“but you’re my idiot, satoru, and I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else.”

“would you still buy me all the cinnamon buns-“

“no.”

[ayyy-pee]

nanami tells you he loves you for the first time when he knows you can't hear him. you've dozed off in the middle of your movie night...again, popcorn fallen to the floor and kernels scattered. which isn't much of a surprise to him. in fact, you fall asleep during almost every movie night. work has been hard on you lately and you just can't seem to stay awake long enough to finish a movie.

it doesn't annoy nanami either. he finds it quite endearing, really and often finds himself observing the pretty way your lashes fan across your face. how your lips do this cute little pouty thing that makes him want to kiss you. how sometimes you snore (but he'd never tell you he knows that). he can't get enough of you. it only confirms what he'd known only two weeks into dating.

he loves you

there are not many things in this world nanami fears, but he does fear scaring you off by falling too hard, and falling too fast. he does fear you not returning his feelings. and he even fears how intense this love he has for you is. but, he couldn't have avoided it if he tried. before he knew it, he was already smitten with you.

and it's still far too early for him to build up the courage to say these three little words to you when you're wide awake and able to respond (the most terrifying part to him), but he knows what he feels. that's one thing nanami is absolutely certain of.

so when you nuzzle further into his chest tonight, the noise of the television fades into the background for nanami, and he finds himself leaning down to press his lips to the crown of your head where he whispers, so so softly, "I love you."

a part of him wishes you'd hear it, surprise him by opening your eyes and smiling up at him. maybe tell him you love him, too. but your soft and even breaths tell him you're deep into dreamland.

'that's alright,' he thinks. because he's certain of his love for you, and he's sure that one day he'll be brave enough to tell you just how certain he is.