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perverted!choso headcanons

. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ perverted!choso who has to hide his erection when you bend over to grab something you dropped, as he pictures fucking you in that exact position

. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ perverted!choso who steals your lace panties, placing them on his face and jerking himself off

. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ perverted!choso who gets off at you yelling at him, he’ll purposely piss you off just so you can call him all sorts of mean names

. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁perverted!choso who sat outside of the bathroom while you were singing and showering he jerked himself off imagining the image of you naked and singing..heaven

. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ perverted!choso who continuously watches your lip sync videos letting his erection build up so bad that it hurts, and he eventually cums

. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ perverted!choso who comforts you after a breakup and then goes home and gets off to the sound of your crying and whimpering

. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ perverted!choso who gifts you more lace bras and underwear so after you wear them he can steal them for his own pleasure

. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ perverted!choso who’s allergic to strawberries but eats them anyway when you bring them over because he wants to see you in those tiny fucking clothes

. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ perverted!choso who records you talking so he can listen to them later and…you know..

. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ perverted!choso who finally gets you in bed and cums so fast because of how long he’s waited

. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ perverted!choso who asks your permission for him to sleep with his veiny cock inside of you

. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁aftercare with toji

“god baby you did so good.” he presses a kiss against your forehead, “tasted so damn good.” you pant beside him, out of breath. “did I make you feel better?”

“god, so much—so much better.” he kisses down your stomach, “I feel like—I can eat you again, round two.” you snort, shaking your head tiredly, “I’m sleeepyyy.” you drag out. “ ‘that so?” you nod, a slight pout. “and hungry.”

“sleepy and hungry?” toji lets out a softhearted sigh, he sits up, and spreads your legs grabbing the wet rag on the night stand. “let’s get you cleaned up first.”

the texture glides against your skin and you let out a shiver. “hey—toji.” he looks up at you, abruptly pausing, the rag still in between your legs. “I want to eat apple pie, and on the side for a drink—I wanttt, a vanilla milkshake.”

“and what’s next? an elephant in the room?” he jokes, and you huff. he sets the rag aside. “we’ll have to go out, we don’t just have those things lying around sweetheart.”

“unless I just go out, and you sit here and wait, but then you’ll be asleep by the time I come back. and then I’ll have to eat your pie, and drink all of your milkshake.”

“and then I would wake up and smother you.” you throw a joke at him. and he looks stunned. “you’ve got jokes.”

“so what’s it gonna be?”

“I’ll tag along….i guess.” you attempt to sound annoyed but you’re actually really happy, spending time with toji no matter what always put you in such a good mood.

“do I need to help you into the car?”

“I can walk.” you snap almost so quickly.

“yeah, okay.” you stumble standing up and he walks over towards you putting his hoodie over your body. “it’s freezing, and I can’t stand you when you catch a cold.”

“hey!” you playfully bump his shoulder.

a few moments later..

“why do you have that sour expression on your face?” toji questions, eyeing you. “I just got a brain freeze.” he snorts, “and I told you to slow down the milkshake isn’t going anywhere.” you take another sip. “yeah well I’ve been craving this.”

“so want that apple pie now?” you shake your head, “I changed my mind—I want to go back to the house, and we should bathe together.”

“so hard to keep up with my baby.” he mumbles under his breath. you perk up from your drink, “what was that?” he starts the car, “I said, you’re beautiful.”

at home..

“fuck, the water is boiling.” toji complains as he settles in behind you. “well duh, I like my baths hot—you out of everyone should know that!” he pulls you in closer by the waist, and trails light kisses across your neck. “I do, but it still takes me by surprise.”

“and hey, are you alright? we did have sex a few hours ago but I wanna make sure you’re still good..” he starts to trail off, and starts scratching his neck.

“you were gentle, and I’m fine toji.” you rest your head on his chest, “more than fine, I’m happy, you make me happy.” you can feel him let out a breath he was holding, “that’s all that matters.”

would you do an itadori X reader where reader is insecure about taking off her makeup around him because she has the biggest dark circles? too specific sorryyy

. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ yuji x insecure f! reader!!

you and yuji’s relationship has been off to a good start so far, he takes you out to dates, sends you flowers—like all the time. he even yaps to that white haired, blue eyed guy about you. you two were perfect.

well—except for the fact that you were scared shitless about taking your makeup off in front of him, he visits you over at your dorm and you’re always covered up in concealer. he never questioned it, he thinks your beautiful any way, which is why you weren’t so sure on why you were so scared to take off your makeup in front of him.

it was late, you weren’t expecting any visitors past this hour, yuji had already stopped by earlier but, he left his shirt he needed for tomorrow, he’d get it first thing in the morning right? you were already showered, makeup off, tucked in tight, blanket warming you up.

and off you were—into your sweet little slumber.

or, almost.

you hear a knock on the door, immediately shooting up from your warm space, you slip on your slippers, and peak in the hole to see who came to visit you at twelve, midnight.

you quickly compose yourself once you see pink hair, and a smile that can light up a dark day, you open the door, forgetting about your biggest insecurity, it hasn’t crossed your mind yet.

“hey yuji.” you say as he steps in immediately taking you into a hug, and you smile. “it’s twelve, what’s this about?” he kisses your cheek, “your beautiful that’s what.” and that’s when it hits you—your makeup is wiped off, he’s seen your dark circles.

“yuji i—“ you back up a bit, “uh, you weren’t meant to see me like this.” you grab his shirt that he left. “I think this is what you came for, since you need it later.”

and after you said those things, you can tell his entire demeanor changed. he grabs the shirt from your hand, before tossing it aside, which shocks you. “seeing you like what?” he sounds genuinely confused, taking a step closer to you, hands finding your waist.

“my eye bags, don’t you know?” you run a hand down your face before complete burying your face into his neck, and he holds you—for a second before dragging you to the bathroom.

he flips on the light switch, leaving you to stare at yourself and him next to you. “see that? my beautiful, sexy—and let’s not forget, smart girlfriend.” he kisses your neck.

that cracked a smile out of you, “and look at you, all smiley now. y/n, your beauty is beyond my freaking dreams, I love you, dark circles and all.” you grin, “but—“ he immediately shakes his head. “this is an important moment, I’m gonna go turn on a movie, and get popcorn and I’m staying the night.”

“I live for these things y/n, when you’re comfortable with me you know?” and again, you don’t even know why you were so scared and nervous to reveal your greatest insecurity to someone who’d burn the world down for you.

“I love you too, yuji.”

. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ suguru geto comforting f!reader.

geto angrily opened the passenger door for you to get in, you two had just got done partying—well not really a party. geto went crazy on an entitled prick who touched you from behind. he gets in the drivers seat shutting his door with noticeable force.

you scan his face, cut lip, took a punch to the face but that’s all. he almost beat the guy to death and you—well you were took by surprise. you had to stop him, which worked easier than ever, the only thing this man has to do is get a glimpse of your face and he’s all fucking soft.

“baby—“ you begin, “save it.”

and you lean back in defeat.

𖦹𖦹

it was 3:30 am, and you were getting shook awake by a very well composed geto, who reeked of alcohol. “geto what the fuck you can’t just go out and come back without telling me I—“ you flip the light switch on, his face has more cuts, nose bled as he wiped it with the back of his hand.

you’re fully awake now. you let out a scoff, grabbing the aid kit as he followed you like a lost dog to the bathroom, sitting on the toilet lid. “I killed him.” and your entire body freezes, “quit, that’s the alcohol speaking.” you were between his legs as he pulled you closer by the waist, the bridge of his nose running against your stomach inhaling your scent.

“smell so good,” you dab at his cut lip, “geto.” you murmur under your breath. and before you can continue, his entire body relies on you, he pulls you in tight cheek against your stomach as he stifles a sob. “I can’t stand when you look even the slightest bit of scared, or when your smile dropped because that perv couldn’t keep his hands off you.”

“don’t—it’s fine, you’re thinking about it way more than I am. people do stupid things at parties.” he pouts, in a drunken haze his eyes searching for your gaze. before he murmurs under his breath. “yeah well, I don’t want anyone to do ‘stupid things.’ to my girlfriend”

a small smile appears on your face, “brush your teeth before you get in bed geto you reek of alcohol.”

you leave him there, and he shouts from the bathroom. “will you kiss me afterwards?” drunk suguru was something different from sober suguru. “yes, i will kiss you afterwards.”

𖦹

you kept your promise, he finished brushing his teeth, he was now buried into your chest, leaving kisses there and you left kisses on his forehead, head, and titled his face up giving him kisses.

“hey, y/n?”

“hm?”

“no more parties for awhile, alright?”

“awhile means never again for me, right?”

“yeah.”

you snort, and he kisses your lips.

“okay.”

. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ sukuna getting baby fever!

“what?” you had enough, you were trying to grocery shop with sukuna but all you could do was a set a mental note to never—ever take him on a grocery trip with you ever again.

you swish around to face him, and his hand held one apple—literally. “sukuna” you groan. “when a person is getting apples—plural! they get more than one.” he scoffs throwing the apple. “watch that attitude.”

you push the cart, letting out an annoyed groan. “it’s watched.” you retort back. “what else is on the list?” you turn back to look at him, he scans the list with his four eyes.

“snacks?” you clap your hands together, “right I forgot to tell you,” you speak as you push the cart toward the snack section, sukuna following you like a lost puppy—or more like a great dane. he’s intimidating. “me and you—movie night, but at home.”

“are we really going to be watching the movie though?” he says—in that voice, the one that’s used strictly when his face is smothered between your thighs, or when he’s balls deep inside you. “sukuna!” you warn.

you two get to the snack section, “okay what chips do you want?” but his attention lies elsewhere—“sukuna, babe, what chips do you want?”

you follow his gaze, and there it is. a little boy and girl playfully arguing about what chips to get, they end up agreeing with a game of rock paper scissors—you knew what this meant. you hide your smirk. “sukuna it’s rude to stare.” and that snaps him out of his gaze.

“hey—woman, I just felt this fuzzy feeling in my chest, what does that mean?” you swish back to face him fully, “what, warmth? comfort? want..or need?”

“none of that—“ he pauses, “or maybe—all of that.” he scoffs, “why am I feeling this..” his breath heaves. “sukuna relax—it’s called emotion.”

LATER THAT DAY

he’s been a pest after that grocery trip, clinging to you. “can we try for a baby now?” you were literally cooking up dinner. “don’t you see what I’m doin?”

he scoffs, chin resting on your shoulder, hands slithering around your waist. “yeah it can wait.” you huff. “fine then,” sukuna says, “I’ll brainstorm baby names myself, and they won’t be stupid like yours.”

now that—that’s what got you.

“hey! luna or elio are great names!” you say, turning the stove off. “then come debate names with me human.”

and you run towards the couch sitting next to him, “no more than two kids.” you warn, “three couldn’t hurt.” you give him a glare, before he suggests a name. “cyclops?” and you burst out laughing.

“you’re not winning this.”

you tackle him down on the couch, his back now flat against the cushion, you now straddling him. your face traveling low to press a kiss to his lips.

“I want this—“ he says, a voice that’s rare and soft. “and not only because we get to have sex.” you attempt to stifle a laugh. “right.”

“hey will you turn on that movie you mentioned at the store earlier?” you get off of him, grabbing the remote. “hey come back.”

. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ clingy megumi !!

he’s been all over you—all day, you can’t shower without him wanting to join, can’t do dishes without him clinging to your waist with his head on your shoulder and can’t seem to get laundry done without him nagging you and kissing your neck.

“megumi—i have to shower.” you brush his face from your neck where he was planting kisses. “just—“ kiss, “one more.” another kiss. you shake your head in disbelief, “seriously what’s up with you today, gumi?” you ask, “what? a guy can’t love his girlfriend anymore?”

“now, I didn’t say that.” you murmur, walking towards the bathroom and setting out things you’ll need after your shower, he followed you to the bathroom. “can we shower together?” he asks—looking up at you with the most innocent eyes ever.

“gumi…” you murmur, your backed into the wall as he slithers his hands around your waist planting kisses everywhere—from your face, to your neck, to your shoulders and stomach. “please?” he stands back up. “I’ll be so good—I’ll leave you alone afterwards.”

you huff, “you better, because I have to get some things done after this.” his face brightens up, trying to hide his excitement he grabs his things lining them up next to yours. you turn the shower on, the hot steam already fogging up the mirror. megumi closes the door behind him, stripping from his clothes and so do you.

he steps in the shower first, letting out a groan as the water hits his skin—“god why must you always run blazing hot showers, baby?”

“I like it better—why would I run a freezing cold shower, like you?” he shrugs, you step in. “you’ve got a point.” he backs you against the shower wall. “gumi—we’re showering.” he groans kissing your neck once more causing you to shiver. “yeah—I know,” he pauses, “just—“ kiss, “wanting to touch my girlfriend as much before I have to leave her alone for the rest of the day.” you scoff, tilting your neck giving him more access.

“well when you say it like that—makes me sound terrible.” you run your hands through his hair. “will you wash my back?” you say gently pushing him off of you, “yeah.” he takes the loofah, scrubbing your back, now lathered in soap. “god you’re perfect.” he murmurs taking in your body from behind.

“hm?” you perk, wondering what he said.

“nothing.”

AFTER THE SHOWER

“please?” megumi is practically begging you to come to bed, as you sit up late desk light on completing work. “soon—i just have to—get this done.” you hear his feet patter, “y/n.”

“gumi.” you retort back. he scoops you up from the chair as you yelp. “ah! stop! put me down so i can—“ you see his little pout, “no way—are you pouting?” he puts you in bed with him. “you haven’t payed attention to me all day, only when we showered.” your face softens.

rolling your eyes playfully you scoot into his arms and he accepts you, placing a kiss on your forehead. “tomorrow—we’re staying in bed all day don’t you dare think about leaving.” he demands.

you didn’t know when it started, when he stopped kissing you goodbye, when you only get a chance to hear his dumb jokes once every few weeks, when an ‘I love you’ was a rare thing—and fuck, when he started sleeping with his back towards you.

what did you do? you thought. is he busy? is he just giving up on everything the two of you have been through together? why is he pulling away? the thought made your chest ache.

“y/n?” you hear an all to familiar voice—gojo. you were currently curled up on the couch a random tv show on, you didn’t care—you were gonna nap anyway, but the way he said your name, not even ‘babe’ ‘sweetheart’ ‘’my love’ just..y/n.

“hm?” you perk up, he’s grabbing the keys, leaving—again. “I’ll be home late, don’t wait up.” he said coldly. you can’t take it anymore, the distance, it’s too much. you stand up, the blanket that was draped over you, falling to the floor.

“gojo wait—“ and he does, turning to you, his blue eyes looked—exhausted. “what is it?” you walk over to him, “no you’re not leaving.” he looks taken aback, but also a smug look, he’s not taking this seriously.

“I’m serious gojo—you know there is something going on with us, you can feel it.” you say, the words rolling off your tongue almost angry. “I’m not about to do this with you y/n—I have places to go.” you sulk—immediately.

“gojo—please.” you plead, and you can see his jaw clench, as he drops the keys. “I have to be there in an hour, make it quick.” you scoff, “no call off you’ve been working for so long.”

“okay well—“ he starts, “have you ever thought that maybe I didn’t want to be at this house—with you. you sulk all the damn time.” your eyes sadden, what the hell is his problem? “I sulk? gojo your entire persona now is sulking!”

he looks away, biting the inside of his cheek, “I can’t do this anymore.” he mutters under his breath, “don’t you understand what this is about?” he scoffs, throwing the keys on the counter finding his way to the couch—you following him. “what—you’re breaking up with me? wow—that’s rich.”

“fuck y/n.” he runs his hands down his face before burying his face in his palms. “you don’t get it.” you bend down, your hand coming to his knee. “what—what don’t I get?”

and then—soft crying.

gojo—he never cries.

“that one day—“ he stifles a sob. “when you got hurt badly, I stayed—stayed with you the entire week.” you nod, taking your palm cupping his face. “I remember.”

“and I blamed myself from then on y/n.” he leans into your touch. “ever since you met me you’ve become a leverage—people know you’re my weak spot, and it scares me.”

you were at loss for words, this is why he’s been distancing himself? because you got hurt so badly, and he wasn’t there to protect you.

“gojo i—“ but he doesn’t let you speak. “so I want you to hate me, i want you to pack your things—“ he lifts his head up, his face tear stricken. “and go—I’ll get you that train ticket.” you stand up now, shaking your head. “no—gojo no! I’m not doing that.” you speak. words wobbling.

“and when people ask about me—tell them how I was so shitty to you, worse damn ex you’ve ever had.” he kisses your forehead. “no you don’t get to do this.” you say backing up, “I’m staying.” he shakes his head, “always the stubborn.”

TWO HOURS LATER

“what are we doing?” you ask, as he hands you your bags, you were about to board the train in front of you. “I’m doing what’s best for you, and—‘I love you’ just thought you should hear it before you go.”

“you’re an asshole for this.” you say through tears, biting your bottom lip. the wind blows against you, as you shiver he removes his jacket putting it over you. “you sure know how to make a girl feel special.” you mumur, and he laughs.

atleast you got to see his dumb, stupid smile for the last time.

he walks towards you, pressing a peck to your lips, “get on that damn train and forget about me.”

“I could never.”

“you will” he assures.

-downbad!choso who whines and sobs like a little bitch when you’re angry at him and WILL without a thought of embarrassment get on his knees till you forgive him.

-downbad!choso who just jerks off to the thought of you.

-downbad!choso who only lets YOU play in his hair, no one else ONLY YOU—even if you get a little silly with it.

-downbad!choso who gets excited at the slightest praise from you and will think about it until he’s asleep.

-downbad!choso who openly loves when you call him good boy, he’ll ask you to repeat it.

-downbad!choso who will do absolutely anything to be in your presence—and I mean ANYTHING. you know he hates running errands but he’ll do it, just to be in the same proximity of you.

-downbad!choso who lives to please you, he loves smothering himself with your pussy juices and hearing your pretty little moans.

-downbad!choso who takes you clothes shopping and can’t handle you in that tiny dress so he fucks you in the dressing room—he just couldn’t wait.

-downbad!choso who HATES when any guy besides him talk to you, will bring it up later saying “I don’t like how he was so close to you.” and EVEN if you reassure him he’ll still pout.

-downbad!choso who loves to shower with you but it ALWAYS turns out to be more than showering and washing each others backs.

-downbad!choso who loves when you take charge

-downbad!choso who can’t help but SMILE at every little thing you do.

. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ this is such a cute request omg🥹

“okay what color do you want dad?” nanami’s gaze falls upon the nail polish colors. yellow, pink, purple and black. “hmm-black.” she scoffs, “dad don’t be boring!” she removes the black nail polish from the options, and nanami glances at his watch.

“sweet pea—we’ve got to make this quick i have work soon, wouldn’t the other colors require more coats?” she sulks, and he gives in. “ah okay um yellow?” a smile sneaks onto her face. “yellow it is.”

she grabs the nail clippers, chipping his nails and scraping out any dirt that lie underneath them—which there wasn’t any. “so how’s school?” nanami attempts to make conversation. “Um it’s middle school.” she gives a simple response. “but there’s this boy-“ nanami’s jaw clenches. “no.” he wipes the words out of her mouth—mentally. “what—dad what do you mean no?”

she takes his hand, flattening it on the table, “I mean no—not at your age, boys are insensitive and mean, don’t want anyone hurting you is all.”

she giggles to herself, the cold polish coming across his pinky finger first. “this is definitely going to take more than one coat.” nanami knew he had to call off of work, this moment is the only moment he gets to really spend with her since she’s in her awkward pre-teen phase and well—nanami works ALL THE TIME.

“told you.” he teases, “how do you know about it needing more coats anyways?” nanami scoffs, “sweet pea—it’s basic knowledge who doesn’t know that?” she shoots a glare at him, “and—if you don’t know that’s okay! we learn new things everyday.”

she continues with the smooth brush over his fingernails, nanami reaches to grab his phone earning a frown from his daughter. “dad—look! you moved.” she flops onto the floor—defeated. “ruined my work!”

“ah that’s my bad.” he reaches for his phone—calling off of work. “dad really?” he nods, “you never call off of work.” he shrugs. “just want to hangout with the coolest person ever.” he says so nonchalantly.

AFTER A WHILE

“hey! pizza’s here!” nanami calls, and she comes rushing down the stairs, big smile on her face. “after will you let me do your makeup?” he freezes up, face flushing, afraid to say no.

“yeah—sure—one condition.”

“I know the condition.”

“fine let’s say it at the same time.” he teases.

“don’t tell gojo.” they say in unison.

“wait but dad?”

“yes?”

“I sent him a picture of your nails.”

“you didn’t.”

“I did!”

“okay so now I’m going to eat all—and I mean all of this pizza myself.”

“honey—you’re not gonna like it.” nanami warned as your eyes goggled his bowl of rare looking food, this was your third time asking him for a bite. “oh my god nanami! how am I gonna know if I don’t like it if I never tried it!”

he twists his in the bowl, food going into his mouth whilst your mouth began to water, her makes it look good and you—well you just wanted one bite! “y/n, honey. please stop pouting your making me feel horrible.”

you send him glares from the couch, his shirt swallowing you whole as you crossed your arms, you look back at him—sat at the table enjoying his meal. “baby please! just one bite!”

he puts his fork down, looking annoyed as ever his patience wearing thin with you. “no I’m not going to give you a bite because I know you’re not gonna like it—and then you’re going to ask me, and I quote—‘nanami how the hell do you like this?”

you’re stubborn as hell, the reason he predicts you is because this has happened on multiple occasions, “okay fine whatever—just say you hate me.” you now face the tv, arms crossed once again as you mock him under your breath. ‘not gonna like it—blah blah blah.”

“sweetheart,” he tries but you ignore him, your gonna do this until he gives you a bite. “honey.” he stands up now, his feet pattering over to you his bowl in his hand.

you try to hide the smile that sneaks onto your face when you see the bowl in his hand, “ah, there it is” he murmurs, twisting the fork and you widen your mouth, the taste is so bitter. but to your surprise nanami has a napkin in front of you—handing it over. “go on.” and you spit the food out. “yuck! babe how the hell do you like that?” he throws his head back, pinching the bridge of his nose. “god i know you so well.”

he leans in pressing a kiss to your cheek, “maybe because I’m not a picky eater.” you scoff, “I’m not a picky eater—I just won’t eat anything you eat..”

“exactly a picky eater.” he states

“are you trying to argue with me right now?”

“what—no y/n.”

“hm.”

he places the bowl aside, now placing a kiss on your lips. “I love you—even if you are a picky eater, and think I don’t know you.” you give him a glare, “yeah, yeah.” you roll your eyes sarcastically, “i love you too.” you smile.

“you really drive me up the wall.” and you smack with the couch pillow.

🝮 boyfriend yuji! who’s up before sunrise making you breakfast and then serving it to you in bed.

🝮 boyfriend yuji! who’s VERY clingy and must always be touching you or else he’ll pout—you’re like his oxygen.

🝮 boyfriend yuji! who always hypes up your outfits before you go out with your friends, telling you to do a 360 and taking photos of you.

🝮 boyfriend yuji! who secretly LOVES when you yell at him—you’ll see a smug smirk plastered on his lips as you tell him off.

🝮 boyfriend yuji! who watches cartoons with you after your scared shitless by the horror movie the two of you watched.

🝮 boyfriend yuji! who enjoys being needed by you—like when you ask him to open a pickle jar or fill up your water bottle.

🝮 boyfriend yuji! who adores you whilst you two get ready together.

🝮 boyfriend yuji! who loves bathing with you that it became a thing you two do every sunday.

🝮 boyfriend yuji! who will drive to a fast food place in the middle of the night just ‘cause you’re craving a certain food.

🝮 boyfriend yuji! who always does the sidewalk rule.

🝮 boyfriend yuji! who gets jealous easily but is REALLY good at hiding it, he’ll come up when you’re talking to another boy and rest his chin on your shoulder—arms slithering around your waist

🝮 boyfriend yuji! who’s your personal heater since he runs warm and you run cold.

🝮 boyfriend yuji! who you catch staring when the two of you are hanging out with friends or anywhere in public.

it happens when you’re visiting an old friend of yours. she’s got a little boy no more than a year old, pudgy cheeked and clinging to his mama’s leg when she opens the door.

you crouch down right away, cooing softly and squeezing his chubby cheeks, but megumi hangs back, hands stuffed in his pockets and eyes flicking off like he’s already planning on how to excuse himself, he’s never been good with strangers—especially small ones.

but then—the baby leans forward so obviously reaching out his tiny hands to megumi, and his entire body freezes. “he likes you.” you say to megumi laughing as his little fingers stretch out and wiggle to megumi. “go on, say hi.”

“I don’t—” megumi starts, but the child makes this happy little squeal and somehow that cuts through every wall he has so, slowly and awkwardly, megumi bends down and extends his hand. the baby’s tiny hand closes clumsily around his finger, gripping tight.

and something in megumi’s chest just breaks. his whole face softens in a way you’ve never seen before. he doesn’t pull away—just stares at the tiny hand clutching his big one at the big brown innocent eyes blinking up at him like he created the universe, and you swear his breath hitched.

“you okay?” you ask megumi.

he swallows, nervous. “yeah.”

the baby babbles happily, and a quick smile appears on megumi’s face before he responds to the baby’s incoherent words. “I hear you.”

your old friend comes back from the kitchen, “ah! he likes you!” she announces at megumi. “which I’m surprised he has a hard time with strangers.” and that—that makes megumi feel even more special. “since he likes you, can I steal y/n away and catch up with her, now he doesn’t require much, just that you build blocks with him.” your friend explains.

“ah um—“ and megumi looks up to you for your answer, and you give him a nod. “yeah sure.” your friend claps her hands, “great!”

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later back home, you two are curled in bed together, your back against his chest, “hey—y/n” you smile, he can’t see it, but you knew what was coming, “hm?” he lets out a heavy exhale before speaking. “I—“ you interrupt him, “what—you got baby fever?” you can feel him freeze up.

“shut up.” he murmurs, and you turn around to face him, pecking his lips. “you’d be a great dad megumi.” and his face turns to a light shade of pink which causes you to snort, “don’t just say things like that.” he grumbles.

“but just imagine us with a little girl or boy.” he murmurs quietly, “they’d drive you crazy.” a small smile forms, “yeah, but I’d love them like hell.”

“hey are we still on for this weekend—the mall?” your friend asked over the phone for the third time now—but you’re having a hard time focusing on holding a conversation with gojo working his tongue between your legs.

his slender fingers go between your folds teasing your soak and pulsing pussy, “hello?” your friend tries, you stifle a moan into a soft pillow, “y—yeah—nghh” you try giving her a proper response.

he hums against you, then he lifts both your legs up, putting them over his shoulders causing a quick yelp from you. “hey—y/n?” your friend asks for you again.

“hey—answer her.” gojo demands, you can feel him smile, his tongue flicks your sensitive spot causing you to buck up, “ah ah—still.” tears brim your eyes as he teases you—he slurps your slickness, you can feel the warmth of his breath as his tongue moves in rhythmic circles.

you try to murmur a response back into the phone but fail—miserably because every word comes out shaky and broken as he laps and sucks with maddening precision. “look at you,” he teases sliding a finger inside you. “can’t even talk on the phone, that’s my girl so fucking wet.”

“uh y/n—sounds like your busy—i thought you went on a run this morning?” your friend questions through the phone, “mmh—i-“ his hands grip your thighs, as you let out a desperate whimper, phone now on the floor— nails digging into his back. “to—toru.” you cry. as his pace quickens, tongue moving against you, senseless.

your legs begin to tremble on his shoulders, and that’s when he realizes your about to be at your limit— “ah—look at you, absolutely ruined from just my tongue.” you shake your head, gripping his hair as you let out a gasp, “gojo—please right there—don’t stop!” you beg—and he does as you says. not stopping.

you came all over his tongue, warmth pooled low, “ahh—fuck.” you cry out loud, relief washing over you—and your eyes widen. “the—i was on the phone!”

gojo’s grin widened pulling away from your mess he help made, “now—didn’t you say you can handle me? clearly not!” he lets out the most cockiest laugh ever. “gojo—where is my phone!” he leans back down, licking the rest of your mess up from you, “gojo—phone.” he hums, “down—there.”

“I don’t feel like moving will you grab it for me?” you give him puppy eyes, “ah don’t look at me like that!” he says grabbing the phone—your visibly still on call. “hey—um julie?” you call for your friend.

no response.

“julie!” gojo snorts, “what—what’s funny!” he shrugs, pulling your bare body over him, “she heard you moaning—calling out my name—and even heard you came—god sweetheart can it get any better than that?”

you roll your eyes, and then finally julie’s back on the line, “hey y/n—done with your lap?” you let out a relieved sigh, before you can respond, gojo says something, “oh yeah she’s done” you whack him with your hand. “asshole!” you whisper. he kisses your cheek. “gonna order pizza.

“your less of an asshole now...”