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no but I drew this today

you were always like this after making love. he didn't really understand why, but it was like a switch was flipped. you said the nastiest things in bed, your love making filled with passionate pants and trembling bodies pressed together in a sea of bedsheets, but after finishing, you curled away— shy of him again.

perhaps it was the fact you were feeling the flush after the intimacy or maybe you realized just how lewd it all was... either way, you sit on the left side of the bed, head in hands as you mutter quiet little words.

"i can't believe i said that..."

"what was that?" your boyfriend hums, shifting in the sheets as he scoots himself closer to you.

he lays on the bed on his stomach, strong body sculpted in a way that is nothing less than handsome. the manifestation of masculinity, your lover lays there contentedly. gojo feels warm, body beaming like a ray of sunlight.

"i can't believe i said that," you mutter. "i can't believe i wanted you to call me that."

gojo laughs, loud and cheerful noise erupts from the steady of his chest. the melody is smooth, flowing from lips you've kissed a hundred times.

"you embarrassed?" he lets out a chortle. "baby, couples have sex. that's a part of the relationship."

your lover gently wraps a hand around your wrist, pulling your hand off of your pretty face. he knows you're embarrassed, he can read your emotions in your eyes.

"okay, i know couples have sex, but i can't believe we—"

"had sex?"

"yes!"

"as a couple?"

a pillow hits his face.

that was a yes in his book.

gojo laughs again. he truly doesn't understand your distress. you're embarrassed you had sex with him... or rather you were embarrassed of how you were when you were intimate. he pulls your hand towards his face, kissing the tips of your fingers.

"well, for one, i had a great time." he smiles against the very faint fingerprint dips that ghost your skin.

"did you now?" you taunt, and he chuckles. you're taunting him, and he knows— gojo can hear it in your voice.

"i did." he scoots closer, placing his head on your bare lap. "how long as it been since we've done that? almost two weeks now surely."

"yeah," you giggle quietly and his ears perk up immediately at the familiar sound. "i feel like i always forget how to even start..."

"i don't."

"perv."

"that doesn't make me a pervert," the man chuckles. "and, you are so attracted to me. don't lie about it."

"am not." you tut, and he laughs.

"really? because what was all of that moaning and groaning earlier? when i had you flipped on your stomach and—" gojo begins, cut off when another pillow meets his face and shuts him up.

that's how he knows you're back to normal when you're able to throw back a quip, lip curling into an annoyed pout at the man you loved.

"okay, enough. i'm not shy anymore."

"really? okay, let's go another round."