jujutsu kaisen men and their favorite place to kiss you 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯
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───﹙s.g.﹚ gojo’s favorite place to kiss you is your forehead. he’s tall—annoyingly so—and he loves the way you have to tilt your head up to look at him. he’ll do it in the middle of a crowded street, in the middle of a fight, in the middle of you trying to be mad at him. he’ll lean down, press his lips to your brow, and linger there just long enough for you to feel the warmth of his breath. “you’re so cute when you’re flustered,” he’ll say, and you’ll shove him, but he’s already dodging, laughing, eyes crinkling behind his blindfold. he knows you love it. he does it again five minutes later.
───﹙s.g.﹚ geto’s favorite place to kiss you is your hand. not in a performative way, he’s not doing it for the crowd. it’s very deliberate. he’ll take your wrist, turn your palm up, and press his lips to the inside of it, right where your pulse flutters. sometimes he’ll kiss your knuckles, one by one, like he’s memorizing you. he’ll do it when you’re sitting across from him at a table, or when you’re walking side by side, or when you’re about to leave. it’s his way of saying i’ll see you soon without saying anything at all. his eyes stay on yours the whole time, dark and patient, and it makes your chest ache.
───﹙r.s.﹚ sukuna’s favorite place to kiss you is your neck. not gently—never gently. he’ll grab your jaw, tilt your head to the side, and press his mouth to the curve of your throat like he’s claiming you. his teeth graze, his tongue follows, and he doesn’t care if it leaves a mark. he wants it to. he’ll do it in the middle of a sentence, interrupting himself just to feel you shiver. “you’re mine,” he’ll murmur against your skin, and his voice is low, rough, like a warning and a promise all at once. you hate how much you like it.
───﹙n.k.﹚ nanami’s favorite place to kiss you is your shoulder. it’s subtle, almost shy. he’ll come up behind you while you’re washing dishes or reading a book, and he’ll rest his chin on your shoulder first, just breathing you in. then he’ll press a kiss to the fabric of your shirt, or your bare skin if it’s accessible, soft and unhurried. “you work too hard,” he’ll say, even though he works harder than anyone. his lips linger, and his hands find your waist, and for a moment, the world slows down. it’s his way of saying i see you. i’m here. thank you for being mine.
───﹙t.f.﹚ toji’s favorite place to kiss you is your jaw. he’s rough around the edges, always has been, but when he kisses you there—just below your ear, along the sharp line of your bone—it’s almost tender. he’ll do it when he’s passing by, hand brushing your hip, mouth grazing your skin like it’s nothing. but it’s not nothing, and you both know it. he’ll smirk when you lean into him, call you needy, but he’ll do it again anyway. and again. and again. until you’re the one pulling him closer.
───﹙h.h.﹚ higuruma’s favorite place to kiss you is your temple. he’s a man of quiet affections, he doesn’t do grand gestures and doesn’t say much when it comes to feelings. but when you’re stressed, when you’re overthinking, when you’re crying over something small, he’ll cup your face with both hands and press his lips to your temple. it’s grounding. steady. he’ll stay there for a long moment, forehead resting against yours after. “you’re okay,” he’ll whisper, and his voice is so soft, so sure, that you almost believe him. he’ll kiss you there again when you smile.
───﹙c.k.﹚ choso’s favorite place to kiss you is your nose. he’s still learning what love is, what you like, how to be gentle. but he figured this one out on his own. he’ll lean in, thumb brushing your cheek, and press a kiss to the tip of your nose, quick and earnest. his ears go red every time. “you look pretty,” he’ll say, which is his version of i love you. he’ll do it again when you laugh, and again when you’re sad, and again when you’re just sitting there, existing. it’s his favorite thing. kissing your nose. he’ll never stop doing it.
