#wow two roomie!gojos in a day

[teddybeartoji]

彡 BONER JOKES IN BOXERS

☆. contains: roomie!satoru gojo x gn!reader; fluff!!!!!, reader is wearing boxers and a tank top and glasses, they're stupid wc: 1k

when roomie!gojo drags himself into your shared kitchen, he doesn't expect the sight before him – you, warming yourself in the morning sunlight while making coffee in your boxers and in your little tank top. you've just washed your face – a few water droplets are dribbling down your neck; your glasses sit lazily on the tip of your nose, threathening to slip off any second now.

he stands by the door, just staring at you. taking you in. feeling his presence you turn to look at him and his heart does a little cartwheel in his chest – you still look so sleepy, so cuddly, so cute. he watches your eyebrow quirk up, your mouth move but he doesn't hear a thing you say. he watches your lips curve up into a teasing smile and his own do the same on their own accord.

"....ello? earth to satoru? earth to dumbass?" your voice is finally breaking through his little hazy dream. "you're not about to pop a boner, are you?"

...

this brings him out of it, very conscious of the fact that if you keep talking to him like this – he will do just that. "no..."

your head falls back as you laugh raspily, throat still scratchy from sleep. "then what is it? gonna tell me i can't wear boxers while all you do is frolick around the apartment in yours? that's really hypocritical of you, satoru." you tut, turning on the coffee machine. it makes a loud noise before the room is filled with the comforting aroma.

satoru has to tear his eyes from you, finally stepping in the kitchen, on the lookout for his own mug only to see you motioning toward it on the cupboard. next to the coffee machine, next to your own mug.

you lean your hip against the counter, folding your arms over your chest. the teasing smile stays on your lips. "what, no answer? no quip back? baby, are you feeling alright?"

baby.

"or is the blood really already rushing down, leaving you all stupid up in there?"

...

satoru's head falls against the upper cupboard with a thud!, his eyes screw themselves shut and his nose scrunches adorably but he can't hide the smile spreading on his lips. "fuck off..."

he nudges you gently with his elbow, listening you laugh at him. the machine clicks, letting you know that your daily dose of caffeine is ready. you grab your mug, loving the warmth against your palm and immediately reach for satoru's mug, placing it under the machine and pressing the button without a thought. it comes naturally.

his one eye cracks open, observing you as you take your first sip of the day, memorizing the little mmm that slips from between your lips as you do so. you push your glasses up your nose and you stare back at him.

he looks good. the sun warms him, the light bouncing off his pale skin and his muscles. you try to not get too distracted but it's hard. even after months of living with him, his physique makes you ogle over him every time. you can't help it, you can literally see the results of him hitting the gym almost every day and you just want to run your fingers all over him. to praise him for all his hard wor--

"are you the one popping a boner now?"

...

there's a sly smirk dancing on his lips and you wanna hit him. kiss him. no, wait, definitely hit him. not the other thing. no way. he's stupid. but he looks so pretty right now- before your thoughts start eating you alive you decide to slap his shoulder anyway, making him laugh and hold onto his arm.

"eat shit. i was just taking in the fact that we're wearing the same outfit."

his eyes glance down at his own attire before looking over yours and you're right – you're both wearing basic black boxers and a grey tank top. his eyes shine in the golden sunlight. "well, aren't we cute, hm?"

"super cute." you grin. the eye-contact is making you a bit delirious, his smile almost making you go blind but you wouldn't have it any other way. the machine clicks but neither of you pay it any mind. it's warm; you feel warm and so does your heart.

you're the first to break the moment by suddenly pretending to hit him in the balls. he immediately folds over, bumping into you and making you spill some of your coffee on the floor. your laughter echoes through the entire apartment and your cheeks hurt.

grabbing both mugs, you place them on the small kitchen table before sitting down. satoru raises his head from his position and his cheeks hurt. he can barely fake his pout, the laughter bubbling up.

"what is wrong with you?" he pushes himself up, keeping his eyes on you. god, he feels so warm and when you look at him with that devious little expression he feels like he's gonna faint.

"oh, c'mon, i gotta keep you on your toes. clean that up, will you? you did that." the tone of your voice is actually making him dizzy now, maybe he's dying. not even a second passes before he's kneeling down with a napkin in his hand while you stare down at him fondly.

when he stands, he catches your eyes on him. "did you just look at my ass?"

eyes bulging out, you stutter out a laugh, hands flying up to your face to hide the pink tint there. "no."

"liar." he tuts at you before rolling his eyes. "can't even live in peace in my own home without being sexualized."

your mouth falls slack, the audacity washing over you. satoru throws away his napkin and joins you at the table.

"first of all – you stare at my ass all the time, i think it's only fair i get to stare at yours—" you can't finish your lecture because he bumps in.

"wait, you know i stare at your ass?" he looks genuinely surprised, it pulls another laugh from you. he places his elbows on the table and rests his big head on his palms. cute.

"i do now. secondly – it's our home. don't ever disrespect me like that ever again." reaching over to him you flick his forehead, leaving him gasping for air dramatically.

nevertheless, there might as well be hearts in his eyes. he watches you sit back down and fold yourself into a fucked up sitting position. you push your glasses up your nose and take another sip of your coffee. you're warm. your smile is warm. he wants to hug you—

"now drink your coffee, dumbass. it'll get cold and i'm not making you another one."

he grins.