#i can't wait for the part when reader and nanami are starting to catch feelings!!!

[purpleqilinwrites]

these unfamiliar intimacies: chapter one.

a/n: i've had this fic on the brain for a while, so i'm super excited to have the first chapter out!

fandom: jujutsu kaisen

character: nanami kento

genre: eventual fluff (can read as either platonic or romantic at this point)

info: cyberpunk 2077 au; afab reader; reader is a ripperdoc; nanami is a merc

warnings: mentions of a suicide attempt (unsuccessful); mentions of injury

chapter synopsis: it's the first time gojou has personally hauled in a merc for you to fix.

word count: 2.1k

companion fic to "the body is a soft animal".

fic masterlist is here.

one

You emerged from the operating room, having discarded your soiled surgical gown and gloves, and it was dark again. The surgery went on for longer than you anticipated, even with Ieiri's help for the critical first hour or so. You let out a yawn, stretching your arms high above your head and relishing the way some of the tension in your body unfurled itself before slipping away.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Gojou seated at your workstation with his chin on crossed arms and it struck you as atypical behaviour. Given some freedom, he almost always preferred to be tinkering with something or talking to someone. When he was in your clinic, he'd more than likely be found chatting up the talking vending machine he believed he stole from outside Kamo Tower rather than sitting down quietly and looking wistful.

"Seems like everything went well," Gojou said, without looking at you and without lifting his head.

His eyes were fixed on one of the two blank monitors in front of him. When he was in one of his more contemplative moods, you've proven to yourself that it was better to let him bounce his thoughts off you than ignore him. There was always less collateral damage when you indulged him.

You gave a hum of affirmation as you walked past him to the wall-mounted control panel across the room. Tapping on the screen, you selected some apple juice over ice for yourself and a sugary matcha milkshake topped with sweetened red beans for him.

"You're not usually this concerned about the mercs you hire," you said, coming closer to him so you wouldn't have to speak so loudly. "Does this one have a particular deficiency you forgot to disclose to me before surgery?" You pulled your swivel chair away from the corner of the room that Gojou had banished it to, and you took a seat beside him.

One of your service androids entered the room with two mugs before anything more was said. You picked up your drink with both hands, and you waited.

"Nothing of the sort," he said, coming alive as he beheld the shiny red beans crowning the green milkshake. When it came to Gojou, there were only a few moody episodes that an excessively sweetened matcha drink couldn't alleviate to some extent. For that, you were grateful.

He sat up to make a grab for his drink too eagerly. Slurping away, a good portion of the milkshake was on its way to his stomach before you put the straw of your own drink into your mouth. After a rather loud show of his appreciation when he came to the bottom of his mug, he said, "Nanami's one of the better mercs, is all. It'd be a pity if I lost him."

Gojou got up to place an order for a refill, and promptly sat himself back down. "Just for your information, he's the badge who talked my mother down when she tried to jump from the roof of our commercial building in Toranomon," he said, his dark sunglasses slipping down the bridge of his nose.

His Kiroshis lit up when he blinked; he paused in his little briefing about the merc you just operated on, tilting his face away from you slightly, as he took a call. You waited, sipping leisurely on your apple juice and wiping at the condensation that had formed all over the outside of your mug.

"Anyway!" Gojou's voice cut into your silent juice-drinking session. It must've been someone working under him in his corp on the other end of the call, since he made sure it took up as little of his time as possible. "When I first saw Nanami in the Limitless a couple of years ago, I immediately had it in mind to quickhack him from across the bar area. Thought he was there to arrest me. Turns out he became a merc! He's been doing gigs for me ever since."

As he spoke, it was you who came to the end of your drink. You set the now empty mug on a coaster to your right. "Then I hope, for your sake, that it's entirely worth it," you said. A service android brought in another matcha milkshake for him, and he scooped the mug up from their hands as if he hadn't yet had his first.

A long string of numbers flashed at the corner of your periphery. "Keep it, Satoru," you said, quickly transferring the same amount of money back to him. "It was an informative surgery, and that's a reward on its own. You know how high-risk procedures are rare to come by as a corporate ripperdoc."

Gojou frowned into his drink, and he pushed the tip of the straw out of his mouth with his tongue to further affirm his displeasure. "Can't I leave a tip for my best friend? Just take it," he said, the bottom of his mug giving a dull thud from the force of him putting it down on your workstation. You shook your head, and his frown deepened.

"You may waive my rent for this clinic for an equivalent amount, but I won't take your money," you said, turning away from him to check the time. The mechanical clock hanging on the far wall told you that you still had time for a nap before your next work appointment.

"Fine," he said, unnecessarily drawing out the word.

He was squinting at you with his face mostly turned away, as if biding his time before he expected you to give in and accept his payment. You were familiar with his patterns the same way he was familiar with yours; this never worked, but he always tried it.

"Rate the success of the surgery you just did," he said, and it was the end of the show. This exchange normally included more back and forths. He had never expressed even an iota of uneasiness about any merc that he brought to you for fixing. For the vast majority of the mercs he employed, his confidence in your ability was as absolute as the fact that the sun rose every morning. This one merc called Nanami was special to him in a way you didn't yet understand. Gojou had personally rushed the collected parts of the guy to your clinic, even if he was quite apparently past the flatlining stage, which was an anomaly in itself.

Even Ieiri had been called on to better the chance of this Nanami's resuscitation and subsequent survival. It surprised you when you caught sight of her hurrying in through automatic sliding doors behind Gojou. In all the years he poured into moonlighting as a fixer, he had never done that for anyone.

Gojou was not a person who freely assigned a value to the lives of other people. You knew that. He knew how well you knew this.

You set your elbow down on your workstation and leaned your cheek into an upturned palm. "Successful for now, in spite of the odds against it. However, further monitoring is needed to confirm his survival. Right now there's no way of ascertaining how well his body will accept all the cybernetic implants I've installed," you said, watching him and seeing that he was trying not to squirm. You were treating this Nanami with equal importance as any other person who came to you with Gojou's referral. Gojou obviously didn't appreciate it.

"I'll monitor him carefully," you said, giving in after seeing that he was starting to pick needlessly at the hair on the back of his neck. "Give him time to recover. If he doesn't, then you may do with the body in accordance with the terms stipulated in his contract in the event of incapacitation caused by an event on the job."

He exhaled with a small nod, looking as weary as if he had been the one in the operating room for the better part of the day instead of you. "Here's hoping," he said.

You followed the line of his gaze to the control panel on the far side of the room. Tapping on his knee to get his attention, you gestured to the screen when he looked up from his hands. "I'll have some souffle cheesecake brought in," you said.

Gojou was bouncing his leg in his seat when you sat down again. Immediately after you scooted closer to your workstation, he wilted over the surface of it, crossing his arms and burying his head in the space between them. Knowing that he was working through his thoughts by himself, you reached over to pat absentmindedly at his shoulder. He responded with an unintelligible groan, before he turned his head to look at you.

You waited for him to speak.

"What's special about him?" you asked instead, leaning out of the way when your service android came to take the three empty mugs on your workstation away for washing. "You've hired your share of capable mercs. They all make mistakes at some point, whether on a gig they accepted from you or not. You know this."

The door clicked shut as the service android left the room. Gojou hadn't yet graced you with an answer.

It was still dark outside. You still had time for a nap. The thought of it became more tempting, seeing as you had a question and your partner in conversation was loath to give a response to it. One glance at the clock, and you decided that you'd rather leave him to himself for a bit.

You stood up with the intention of excusing yourself to get some rest when Gojou captured your wrist, pulling on you. He pointed to your swivel chair with his other hand, and so you sat down again.

"I was the one who made the mistake that cost him everything you had to do in there," was how he started. He released your wrist to point to the door that led to the hallway where the operating room was. You didn't bother to turn around to give him some room away from your gaze.

He snatched at his sunglasses that had been sitting askew on his nose, and the pair of them clattered unceremoniously onto your workstation. "That Militech higher-up wasn't supposed to be there. Nanami was already in the position to klep the hard drive when I found out a VIP from their head office would be dropping by for a demo."

So that's what it was. It was never about the merc who was on the job; it was about him.

You reached over to the discarded sunglasses and folded them up nicely, pushing them across the space between the two of you only to stop a finger's width short of where he had planted his elbow. Gojou scoffed at the worthlessness of your action, but you took no offence. He hated making mistakes and the only thing he hated more than that was admitting them, so you let him have a little tantrum.

It was still dark outside when you saw his shoulders fall the slightest bit, and you counted it as a win.

"What's on that hard drive?" you asked, testing the waters in the wake of his fit of self-directed frustration. There was a tightening in the muscles of Gojou's jaw, and you were grateful that he was vain enough to insist on keeping his face predominantly organic. He'd be near impossible to read if he decided he wanted to trade whatever flesh was above his neck for chrome. It was one of the things that since you'd spent a fair amount of time studying it, you strongly preferred it if it stayed the same.

He slumped into the backrest of the chair he was sitting on, hoisted into your office from your makeshift living area upstairs. "Militech's been developing some ICE meant for military use. It's got a shiny and new machine learning algorithm that's performed much better than any I've ever seen," he said, idling away some time by spinning around in his swivel chair. "People in netrunning circles have been talking about a breakthrough like that for years, but no one's managed to get anything useful out of all that talking. Until now."

You picked up his sunglasses and set them on his face for him, and it almost pulled a smile onto his lips. "You can make what they've got better," you said, holding his face with both of your hands and resisting the urge to squeeze.

Gojou smiled this time, bright enough that the shadows hanging on beneath his eyes seemed to disappear. "Good-looking and sexy-brained netrunner like me can definitely manage it. Just you wait."

[chuluoyi]

✎ sweet felicity

- gojo satoru x reader

what do you get the man who already has everything for his birthday?

genre: teeth-rotting fluff and comfort because no—i can't make his birthday angsty ok

note: so this is my entry for the birthday boy <3 this takes place immediately after daddy-to-be, where the first years are still yuta, maki, panda and toge

a part of gojo's love entries

series masterlist | oneshot masterlist

Honestly? Satoru wondered about it a lot these days.

He already has everything he wanted—unparalleled cursed technique, a fairly happy life, a pretty wife, and just recently, a kid on the way.

But his birthday was in a week and it was as clear as a day that you were planning something for him.

“Come on, you can't fool me, sweets.”

He noticed that you had started waking up earlier than usual. Initially, he thought it was due to your morning sickness, but it turned out you were sneaking away to another room for an hour or two and only came out when it was around breakfast time.

Did you really think he wouldn't catch on? Satoru found himself torn between concern and amusement. He didn't want you to strain yourself—especially after your recent fainting spells—and yet a part of him was over the moon by the fact that you did it for him.

His eyes crinkled, twinkling with affection. “You're planning something for my birthday in the mornings lately. That's sweet, but you don't have to, really.”

You quirked an eyebrow at him. "Why are you so sure that it's for your birthday? I never said anything."

"Well, what else could it be? Unless you're cheating on me at six in the morning—"

"I have your spawn inside me, Gojo Satoru—"

"Don't call it ‘spawn’!" Satoru interjected with a theatrical gasp. "It's our very own little munchkin! Our love! Love!"

This was so ridiculous and you couldn't help yourself from giggling. And seeing you like that softened something inside him.

"Really, don't push yourself too hard," he said with a pout, resigned. "You need lots and lots of sleep."

"I'm not a baby, Satoru."

"Half of you is, so it makes you one!"

He was dramatic, but it was his own way to care because your husband was just wired that way.

You sighed, relenting. “Okay, okay… I know my limits. I will stop when I don't feel well, yeah? Besides, I won't have time to do it except in the mornings because I still have classes to teach.” It seemed like he wasn’t satisfied with your answer so you added, “Just so you know, it's something I enjoy too.”

"Hmph," Satoru huffed, eyeing you petulantly. "It'd better be good, or I'll spank you."

If it were physically possible for your eyes to roll a full 360 degrees into the back of your head and back, they definitely would have. "Oh, you will adore it, I promise."

Well, it wasn't a part of the plan, but now that he had asked for it, you'd definitely add a twist in his gift...

Satoru connected the dots instantly when he saw yarn and needles—what else were you doing aside from knitting?

His sweet wife, who woke up early just to make a handmade gift for his birthday—ahh, his heart could've burst. It was so cute and so you, the warmhearted being that you were.

He would go back early today, he decided, as he strolled the halls of the Jujutsu High with a cheerful tune. You were certainly waiting back at home and he would shower you with love and praise just for your efforts alone these past few days.

And so, he would have never expected that when he received a call from Nanami that afternoon, his world would utterly shatter in the most terrifying way.

“Gojo-san, please, you must come back.” Nanami was always steadfast even in the direst situations. And yet, now he was breathing hard, and panicking. “Something happened. You must go back to your residence—”

In that moment all he could think of was you and his baby. His entire world. Were you hurt?

He didn’t dwell on it—or rather, he couldn’t. His fingers went to rip his blindfold off as a sense of exponential dread creeped in and threatened to engulf him whole—a very, very strange, unfamiliar feeling to him—and he teleported back to his haven in a blink of an eye.

He had been ready to unleash hell, to see you lying on your own pool of blood, or anything. No, that was something he could never be ready for, but he would somehow make it right—

“Ooh, there he is!”

“Already?!”

“Nevermind—”

—and suddenly, he was swept into a whirlwind of confusion and commotion.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GOJO-SENSEI!”

Today is December 7.

It took a while for Satoru to discern everything, with his pulsating heartbeats and the rush of emotions that overwhelmed him. His eyes darted from each and every face who were suddenly in his house, searching for yours—

“Satoru!” you greeted him from behind Nanami, radiantly beaming, and only then could he finally breathe. You are safe—you’re well—

You had meant for it as a joke, a little payback for all the grievances he had caused you—and let’s not forget, Nanami—but you immediately regretted it when you had a look over the absolute terror in his heavenly blue eyes that you loved so much.

You had seen this once, before, when he proposed to you.

“Satoru.” You waltzed towards him, gently cradling his stunned face in your hands. “Hey,” you coaxed him with an apologetic smile, reassuring him of your presence.

Satoru looked at you squarely in the eyes, and as he fully took in the sight of you, he let out a shuddering breath and pulled you close with a firm arm around your waist and and the other around your back.

“You evil woman,” he murmured in your ears, and you could feel the slight tremble of his body and the way his heart was still thumping wildly inside his sturdy chest, which made you feel even more sorry.

“Whoa, that got you good, huh?” Panda remarked with a bemused grin.

“As expected,” Megumi snorted.

“Salmon! Salmon!”

“Ehh, that’s actually sweet…” Maki noted thoughtfully. “I would have never expected him to drop everything that fast just to go back here only after a suspicious phone call—”

“Of course he would!” Yuta rebuked with pride. “It’s his wife after all! And Nanami-san truly did a really convincing job at it!”

Nanami. Satoru casted a stern glare toward his junior, while the man in question awkwardly coughed. How did you even involve him in this?

Nah, he would deal with him later.

Despite the scare that got him good, your little plan commenced as it should. The closest of his friends and students were there to throw him this silly birthday party, as well as shower him with a plethora of gifts.

You had managed to round up his students to write birthday wishes for him in a scrap book filled with various photographs throughout the past year. This is sweet, he thought.

And one note tugged at his heartstrings the most:

Thank you, sensei, for everything — Yuta.

If anything he did ever made an impact on those young sorcerers, then Satoru was wholeheartedly glad. He wanted them to grow and made their own path in this unforgiving world, and their gratitude stirred a profound sense of relief within him.

“Here.” He was genuinely surprised when Megumi abruptly pushed a long, thin box toward him next, shyly averting his gaze. “Happy birthday.”

A fountain pen. It must have costed him some. It was strange, but Satoru felt oddly emotional.

The kid was barely six when he first approached him. He was prickly and sour and definitely wasn't welcoming. And then, he had matured right before his eyes. Satoru couldn’t help ruffling his hair vigorously and snickered, disregarding the scowl directed his way.

Nanami extended his well-wishes, and even though he still had a score to settle with him later, he was happy to have him here. Shoko couldn’t come but she left you with a recorded message.

“Happy birthday, Gojo, idiot,” Shoko was grinning in the video you played. “I'm sorry I can't be there, but my wish is for you to tone down your antics. We could all use a bit less of that.”

The two remaining reminders of the bluest spring in his life. Something pricked his heart at the stark reminder that they were not whole—and if only that someone was here, they would—but the fact that these two thought of him was enough.

And now, at last, it was time for your gift. Satoru thought he knew what it was, but as he carefully opened the ivory box, a profound sense of warmth still washed over him.

Mittens, with the color of freshly fallen snow, lay in the box—two pairs in total. One was remarkably tiny, seemingly tailored for a baby, while the other was notably larger, undoubtedly meant for him.

You. Him. The baby. By this time next year, there would be three of you. The happy picture of all of you together in near future was a gift in and of itself. You two are his everything.

Satoru went by his instincts and grasped your arm, crashing his lips against yours ardently, beaming with the broadest grin. He paid no heed to the squeals and disapproving glances from everyone around, as he felt entitled to do so—declaring his love boldly so you would know… that he was utterly, hopelessly in love with you.

That he was grateful for you in this otherwise dreary life.

And that if there were any other lives he might live after this ended... then he hoped the heavens would always bring you back to him—and for you to always choose him just like this, no matter what.

Epilogue

“So you really did call Nanami at six in the morning.”

Later that night, just before bed, your husband was still holding a grudge on you for frightening him back in the day, evident by the permanent purse of his lips.

You shrugged, buttoning the last button of your sleepwear. “I did… but it’s for greater purpose, so… yeah.”

“I can’t stand this. I’m suing you for collateral damage.”

You almost laughed. “Pffft—what? What damage—”

“My fragile heart! You can’t do that to me and expect I won’t charge you!”

“Well…” You noted with a meaningful smile. You couldn’t say you didn’t expect this, because Satoru always got pouty whenever he was irked in one way or another, and so in advance, you had actually been prepared for this.

You caught him off guard when you suddenly sat on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers teasing his undercut. It was a nice change of pace, seeing the faint blush coloring his cheeks as he steadied you by your waist.

“…what if I say… I still have one present left for you?”

So, what did you get a man who already has everything for his birthday?

Your whole heart, of course.

And if you were in the mood for an additional surprise, a brand new pair of lacy lingerie you had under your pajamas might do the trick.

[gojosmovingcastle]

karaoke nights - jjk x gn-reader

(cute little fluff from jujutsu tech years. this was part of a Nanami fanfic idea I had but it's so cute as a stand alone that I couldn't let it die. y/n's curse technique was close to Suguru's but she absorbed curses the same way and got their cursed technique instead of using physical curses.)

(smoking warning, but also no shit if suguru or shoko is involved.)

☄. *. ☄⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ⋆☄. *. ☄☄. *. ☄⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ⋆☄. *. ☄

Suguru, Shoko, and Y/n waited for the rest of the group in the alleyway by the karaoke place. "These curses are getting too unpredictable." Suguru split open his cigarette with his pocket knife, huffing over the difficult mission they had just returned from.

Shoko was leaning against Y/n. The lollipop stick brushing over Y/n's ear as they tried to settle their shaking hands from the long mission.

"I feel like they are just sending us on these to collect curses and their powers for the elders own artillery." Suguru paused thinking over his Y/n's words.

Could they just collect as many as they wanted and use it to their own advantage?

Did the two have a limit of how many curses they could absorb?

Y/n held open the cigarette for Suguru to put the weed in. "I might have to get my lungs checked if this continues." Y/n started to roll up the spliff and pass it to Suguru, pulling a lighter out of their pocket. 

The two curse absorbing sorcerer's passed the rolled up paper back and forth, giggling and talking nonsense. 

"Nanami said if I ever bring a drunk Gojo around him again he would not talk to me for a week." Y/n commented leaning against Suguru as they reminisced on Gojo's birthday and how he serenaded Purple Rain to Nanami in a bar full of sorcerers. 

"I really can't blame him," Shoko laughed as Suguru threw his arm over Y/n's shoulder and guided them to the front of the building as he heard Gojo's boisterous voice already.

The duel team could already Nanami on the verge of breaking when the group came into view. "Suguru! Kagura!" Haibara was the first to see them, waving them over and pulling Gojo's attention from the blond. "Y/nnnnn!" Gojo immediately ran to them, crashing landing in between the Suguru and Y/n. 

"Better," Y/n had heard Gojo whisper to himself as he threw his arms over the two, his body physically settling and infinity finally turning off after his three day long mission.

"Satoru," Suguru smiled over at his best friend as Y/n broke off letting the two catch up. Suguru and Y/n had been away for a week.

"Yuu-kun! Kento-kun!" Y/n skipped up to the two, Haibara catching her and twirling them around.

"How was your mission? I heard you got to go to Fuji Q!" Y/n excitedly hugged Nanami around the waist, and he rubbed his hand along their back in a side hug. "It was so cool! Satoru threw up after the third roller coaster from too many sweets, it was sick!" Y/n laughed along with Haibara much to Gojo's distaste.

"You and Kento should go soon, he loved it," Yuu nudged Nanami behind Y/n's back with a wink, making the taller man shake his head with a slight smile.

Y/n smiled and looked up at their best friend, "Well it's not Fuji Q, but the cherry blossom festival is coming soon. Maybe we can go and ride some old carnival rides instead?"

Y/n's bright smile broke Nanami's permanent bored look. His eyes brightened just a bit and he nodded in agreement. "As long as we aren't dragged out for a mission." He said softly, starting to walk into the place he had ben dreading the whole train ride.

"Well, should we get started?" Suguru stood by the front desk, Satoru's black credit card in his hand and a wide smile on his face. 

"Ohhh, get the deluxe package!" Y/n skipped up to the desk next to the black haired sorcerer who was looking over the options. "That card still has a limit!" Gojo protested as the Geto and Y/n threw in every little add-on they could find with evil smiles. 

"This is payback for making Nanami do all the hard work this week." Y/n shrugged tossing him back his credit card as they followed the man with a now large cart of sweets and food to their room. 

"But, Y/n," Gojo groaned and pouted, slumping his lanky body onto them, "you know he wouldn't have worked with me even if I tried."

[getosuguruswife]

THE BABY-SITTER (mdni)

warnings : infidelity, sneaky sex, (20+years age gap, the reader is 20)

summary : your boss Nanami Kento makes you do some extra work

•••

"Shhhh... Don't be so loud young girl, my wife is here.."

The man whispers in your ear, one hand laying on your mouth to keep you from violently whining at each of his thrust. While gently kissing your naked shoulder, he starts slowly fucking you again, and you try not to melt at the delightness of his lips on your skin. 

It was supposed to be nothing but sex. Your boss Nanami is married and have a whole family, kids, that you were supposed to take care of, and it had to stay that way forever. Yet, you couldn't help falling in love more and more with him everytime he took advantage of your innocence. You couldn't help dreaming about the way he kept your body so close to his everytime he would bang you in a corner of the house, almost to feel each part of your anatomy tremble at his movements. You tried to stay cordial with his wife, but couldn't help wanting for her to catch you, while his husband is ball-deep in you on the bathroom floor. 

Nanami knows it, he notices how you barely even try to cover your intentions anymore, he notices the sulfurous little skirts, the tight white tee-shirts with no bra under, the wet looks in front of his wife, but he just can't seem to find a way to renounce to you, your tight little pussy is so addicting to him, and your bratty ways make his arousal skyrocket to the point where he can't contain himself, even if his wife is around. 

So here you are, hiding in the dark pantry,  both stood up and your hands tightly hanging on the shelves, making them quake while he is fucking you from behind, holding your back so close to his chest with one hand palming your round and jiggly titties. Nose deep into the crook of your neck, he inhales all of your scent, mumbling inaudible words that makes you even wetter around his fat cock. When he feels like it, he grabs your chin and force his tongue in between your lips, so ruthless with it that you can barely breathe, as if he is sucking in all of your life out of your body. 

"You're the only fucking exciting thing in my life  right now doll, shit... what are you doing to me?" He groans against you, and you let a soft cry escape from your throat. He slaps your breast, reminding you that you have to stay quiet. 

"If we wanna keep doing this... We have to be quiet... Shit... Your pussy's better than my wife's.." 

Nanami sucks your earlobe, just what you needed for your walls to tighten around him, and he feels it. "I really am fucking her husband better than her..." You moan and he softly slaps your mouth, although that makes him laugh. "Don't be a brat, baby doll." He keeps gripping your body for his dear life until feeling his cum ready to explode in your insides. The hot and sticky sensation makes you reach your own orgasm, causing the two of you to groan in harmony. 

"Shit.. You're gonna make me ruin my family..."

You fall back against his chest, exhausted from all the extra-work you had to take in. Both sweaty and out of breathe, you stay in his embrace for a good minute without being able to even say a word. The man is always amused at how tired you are after each one of your sex sessions, as the younger one. But Nanami Kento is an athletic man, he has the cardio and the strength, his shoulders are squarred and big, and your energy stands no chance against his, despite being two decades older than you. 

"Honey?" 

A voice from afar snaps you out of your torpor. The loud heels of Mrs. Kento resonates from the upper floor, and it takes no time for you to put your flipped t-shirt right back on your chest, your skirt back on your ass. Nanami tides his long dick in his pants and fix his hair. "Wait at least one minute to leave after me. I'm going to distract her." He lays a peck on your lips before nonchalantly walking out of the pantry while you're still hidden, still trying to catch your breath and doing as he told. 

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[writteninkat]

Switched | Itadori Yuji x reader x Sukuna

summary: fucking yuji means a passionate night until sukuna decides to be an asshole and switches with your boyfriend half way through sex.

F!reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: 18+, name calling

author's note: i've been thinking of this since i last closed the app and i knew i just had to write it

You've been horny all night.

Your boyfriend, Itadori Yuji, is wearing a simple plain white dress shirt which he folded up right below his elbows. He has two buttons undone and the shirt is tucked in black dress pants, his long legs causing for his ankles to show right above the black boat shoes he has on his feet.

He finished the look with a white silver watch on his left wrsit. Honestly? You could feel your cunt already dripping just by the way your boyfriend looked while the two of you were still at the apartment.

As the group; Nobara, Gojo, Nanami and Yuji sang happy birthday for Megumi, you're busy rubbing your thighs together, proving for the action to be a bit more difficult than it actually is when you're seated.

Megumi blows his candles and everyone cheers, clapping their hands as they begin to dig into the food. You try distracting yourself, scooping in a few scoops of food on your plate but it is all for naught when Yuji leans over, giving you a chance to get a whiff of his cologne.

A strong strawberry scent with a little bit of sweet vanilla and a hint of bold wood. The scent doesn't smell like it goes everywhere at all- it all smells so good together. Yuji uses his chopsticks to place some strips of beef on your food, your gaze immediately on his forearm- veins feintly protruding from under his light skin. The silver around his wrist doesn't help at all and it makes you feel as if you are this horny teenager again.

"Eat up." Yuji smiles, his eyes smiling with him. You force your lips to stretch, sending him a big smile back before eating your food, deciding to forget all about your thoughts by stuffing food in your mouth.

It works.

Well, more or less. You haven't had a single dirty thought about your boyfriend ever since uou began eating, and now Nobara is currently singing her heart off as Gojo and the birthday boy himself are dozing side by side on the end of the couch. Nanami is busying himself by sipping on his drink, a smile feint on his lips as he watches and listens to Nobara sing, looking like how a proud father would.

Your boyfriend, on the other hand, doesn't look too good.

"You okay, babe?" You ask, leaning in to squeeze his forearm softly. He snaps out what seems to be in a caging gaze he was in, looking at you. Yuji smiles, hand fluing on yours to give it a good, reassuring squeeze. "I'm good, baby. Just a little tired, I guess."

You furrow your brows, definitely not buying his lies. "Just tell me. The faster you tell me the faster we can solve the problem." You say, crossing your arms over your chest.

Yuji's eyes slowly and uncontrollably begin traveling down your chest, gaze glossing over your evident cleavage, moving again even much lower, his eyes taking note of how the black dress you're wearing is hugging every curve on your body perfectly.

Yuji leans in, his strong cologne scent causing the butterflies in your stomsch to go insane. "That dress has been driving me crazy the whole night." Your boyfriend's hot breath fans over the shell of your ear, casuing goosebumps to rise all over your body. "Take it off for me, please?"

You breath in a deep and shaky breath, closing your eyes to try and convince yourself not to strip naked in front of your friends and teachers right here on the spot. You stand up abruptly, catching Nanami's attention.

"We gotta go, Yuji has a really bad stomach ache." The corners of your mouth pull down into a fake frown which Nanami buys, nodding his head and waving the both of you off. You take Yuji's hand and pull him out of the Kareoke room, your heels loud as you stomp your way out of the building and to the parking lot.

As you find your car, you pull the front seat's door open only for it to be closed shut again by your boufriend. Yuji pulls you closer by your waist, making you can feel how hard he is inside his pants.

"We're not doing it here."

"My car's windows are tinted." He bites on your ear.

You keep telling yourself not to do it, to just wait until the both of you gets home but Itadori jr. seems to be having other plans for tonight. You sigh, walking over to the back door and pulling it open. As soon as you bend over to get in, Yuji pushes you and slams the door behind him.

The cold winter nights of Japan has the interior of the car all cool and comfortable. Yuji spins you around by your waist, running both of his hands on either sides of your waist. He breathes out deeply, eyes scanning hungrily over your form. His hands begin to make their way down your thighs, he leans in to give you a soft peck on the lips. Yuji looks into your eyes at first before leaning back in to envelope you into a deep kiss, his tongue skillfully brushing and sliding against yours as he sucks on it softly. His breathing his ragged as he feels your body all over, your legs instinctively opening and moving up his hips. Yuji presses his hard member against your clothed cunt, grinding on it for some kind of friction before pulling away when he feels just how soaked you are down there.

He reaches a hand under your dress, pressing two fingers on your wet cunt making you mewl. You've been holding it in for too long and now you're just very sensitive. The corner of his mouth twitches up, "Have you been wet for me the entire night, baby?"

You don't trust your voice, you can't. You know it'll sound needier than you actually are, you know it'll set Yuji off to start teasing you, so you nod your head, your face contorting as you feel him slip a finger between your folds.

He leans forward, hot breath fanning over the sensitive skin on the side of your neck. Yuji's warm tongue runs up the skin once, twice- he's adding another digit into your wet hole and you almost cum at the spot when he nibbles on your soft skin.

"I'll take very good care of you tonight." He presses his soft lips on the nibbled part of the skin, slowly trailing kisses up to your cheek and finally back onto your lips.

You couldn't think straight- your head was full of the boy. You absolutely loved about him; his strawberry pink hair, when he smiles with his eyes, how he can never go through a day without cuddling you at least once, how he does his best to give you anything you want, how he's one of your biggest inspirations in life. This boy- no, this man is someone you can imagine waiting for you at the end of the isle, hot tears streaming down his face as he waits for you at the end of the path, looking at you as if you were the most beautiful woman he's ever laid eyes on- yes, even more beautiful than Jennifer Laurence.

Aoi would be right beside him, rubbing a hand on his back as he tries to soothe his best friend's sobs.

You snap out of your daze when you notice your boyfriend looking deeply into your eyes, a soft blush caressing his cheeks as he studies your face ever so lovingly. "I love you." You tell him.

His blush darkens as he leans into you, pressing his lips once again on yours. "I love you too." You feel the head of his cock press against your entrance for a bit before entering you completely.

You let out a soft whine, arching your back as your lips are trapped between your teeth. Your eyes roll back at the feeling of your boyfriend slowly pushing his entire length inside you, getting you feeling so full of him. "Yuji..." Your voice sounds so lewd, so needy and whiny for him that the sound of it makes you blush. You feel him stop moving once he's inside you fully, and at first you think he's letting you adjust to his size. That is, until he pulls his head back and your gaze falls onto the black lines all over his face. The soft look that once inherited your boyfriend's face is now replaced by a smug, cocky one. He has a smirk on that tells you to push him off and quickly get out of the car- but why don't you?

Instead, you feel yourself clenching around him even more. The look on his face has you dripping wet, your nipples hardening underneath your dress and the butterflied in your stomach going crazy as ever.

"Can't believe that little boy would keep you all to himself." His voice isn't Yuji's- no. It's much deeper, darker, more dangerous. He looks down at your apalled expression, his smirk growing even bigger. He leans over, pushing your legs up to your chest and forcing you down into a mating press. "What's my name, princess?"

You can feel your heart beating rapidly against your chest, your breathing shaky and your head clouded. Without even thinking about it, your mouth moves on their own and out comes your whimpering voice.

"Sukuna."

The curse pulls away with a wide grin, pulling his hips out before thrusting his cock inside you again, the tip of his cock hitting the same spot as it did before. Sukuna's hips are relentlessly thrusting inside you, abusing your needy hole as you moan loudly for more.

His hand finds its way to your boob and you feel something hot and wet lap itself over your hardened nipple. You look down to see the mouth on his hand grinning cockily like him. It wraps itself around your nipple, sucking on the bud and biting on it softly making your eyes rolls back to your head.

You feel something coil up inside your stomach, your mouth opening as you feel yourself slowly reach your high. "I-I'm so, fucking, clo-" Sukuna thrusts his hips hardly once, causing your toes to curl and your body to shake as you move your hips to ride out your orgasm. Heavy breaths fill the car as your legs grow limp on either side of his body and your eyelids become heavier.

"The fuck do you think you're doing?" Sukuna squeezes your cheeks, making your eyelids lift open. He hooks his arm around your back, pulling you along with him as he sits up.

Your eyes widen and back arches when you feel electricity run up your spine. Sukuna lifts a brow, his hands on either side of your hips, preventing you from lifting them. "Too full!" You whimper out, tears forming on the corners of your eyes as you swallow a large lump down your throat.

"Hah?" He tilts his head to the side, "But I haven't even came yet." You feel him roll his hips once, but it was all it took to have you digging your nails on his shoulders. "I'll pull out when I cum. But for now," He lowers his head to take your nipple by his mouth, his fingers pinching and playing with the other one. ",focus on making me feel good, princess."

Your eyes clench shut asbyou focus on the feeling of his hard member inside your dripping cunt. You move your hips once, you feel goosebumps all over your body. You move your hips a second time and you're wanting to feel that same friction again. You move your hips a third and you're letting your desires take over.

You hump on Sukuna's cock sloppily and roughly, the car is shaking. Sukuna let's out soft groans and moans, the constant "love feeling your cunt around my cock like this" whispered and growled into your ear. His eyes travel down to your chest, eyes gleaming when he sees your boobs bouncing in sync with everytime you hump on him.

When he looks back at you, all his other sense go numb. The sight of you with your tongue out your mouth, you drool dripping down your tongue, your face flushed and your eyes crossed together at the feeling of it being so good has him gripping on your hips tightly. "You're a fucking slut, aren't ya?" He begins thrusting himself inside you and you moan loudly, your toes curling at the feeling of his sac slapping against your skin. "Aren't ya?!" He yells and all you could do is whimper as you nod your head. He's fucking you so dumb you couldn't form coherent words.

He rolls his hips as he thrusts them, making sure you feel every single inch of him inside you. Your moans are in sync with his thrusts, feeling your breath being knocked out of your system with every thrust the curse does.

Your hand flies up your mouth, trying to surpress the loud moans that keep slipping out of your lips but Sukuna wraps his hand around your wrist, pulling your hand away.

"Scream for me, come on princess. Let him know who's fucking you so good right now." His voice is low and deep, it drives you to the edge, almost pushing you off. "Wh-who? Who's him?" You ask, forcing your eyes to open as you look down at Sukuna- your eyebrows raise in surprise at the sight of the black lines on your boyfriend's face gone.

Yuji looks up at you with eyes holding such lust. He has a straight expression on as he looks into your eyes, kind of hypnotising you as he thrusts into you, leading the both of you to your highs.

"Wh-what happened to Sukuna-"

"Why are you looking for him." Yuji's voice is covered in coldness. He combs his fingers on the back of your head and throughyour hair, curling them into a fist as he pulls on your hair. "He's not the one fucking you right now, I am." His thrusts start becoming more aggressive, hinting at you that he's already close.

"You'll cum around my cock a second time and you'll be moaning my name out as loud as you can. Got it?" Yuji growls onto your neck. His other hand grabs onto your hip and begins thrusting into you faster than before. You feel something snap inside you, your orgasm causing your toes to curl and your fingernails to be dug onto your boyfriend's skin. "Y-Yuji!" Your hips shake as you begin rolling them around, riding out your orgasm.

"That's not my name right now, princess." You look back down only to feel your heart drop at the sight of the black lines all over his face. "S-S-Sukuna! Sukuna!" You moan out, your chest rising and falling exceptionally. You hear him chuckle before feeling him pull out, shooting his hot seed all over your naked cunt.

You look back up, checking to see who's who right now. You smile when you see it's your boyfriend. You press your forehead on his shoulder as you try to calm yourself down. You feel his arms wrap themselves around you as the two of you bask in each other's presence.

"You gotta stop doing that, it fucks up with my brain." You mumble onto his chest which only leaves you with a lighthearted chuckle. "But Sukuna says he doesn't want to be left out."

"Whatever, Sukuna can go fuck off." You mumble sleepily.

"Why don't you fuck me yourself, princess?" A deeper and much darker voice speaks up and you curse yourself mentally.

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[bonnymori]

𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲

Word count: 2760+ (i'll try to keep bigger lengths such as this one!)

Synopsis: You meet a new classmate who's working along Nanami, you think he's fun to be around, it stands the same to him about you. Later, feelings unravel.

Contents/Warnings: (1) Itadori Yuuji x gn!reader (2) FLUFF, TONS OF FLUFF - and some comfort (3) With the small participation of... Ino Takuma!! I really like him too, that's why <33333 (4) This is pretty platonic, but also not? (5) Ending turned sorta cliché... but I liked it u.u

A/N: This boy made me run rampant... to fhe point it's not single attraction anymore I just wish him happiness (smh if only my parents knew...) also next post will be Toji's fic pt. 2! Y'all see the first part is almost reaching 100 kudos????? I'M SO HAPPY EHSODJWKDKSJD- thanks for all the new followers and the support!! <33

Ever since his fake death, Itadori has been training alone with the help of Gojo - and now, he works along a freshly new face, who belongs to a senior, founds out ex-salaryman named Nanami Kento. He's far a thousand times more strict than Gojo. Itadori doesn't really likes the change, because Nanami is a person he can't get along. This whole guy's appearance scream "work 4 life"; he has proved different, now he screams "work is shit - but I gotta do it because others won't".

They've just finished cleansing the outside of a movie theater off a few curses, when Itadori hears shouting from far behind them. Two figures approach, waving excessively. He quickly picks on Nanami's tired sigh beside him.

"Nanami! We figured out you'd be here! Our mission has been finished and we wanted to catch up to have lunch together!" A male clad in a full black outfit shouts, he has brown hair and a beanie on top of his head, looking quite content.

The other person simply trots next to him in silence, approaching with a friendly smile. They notice Itadori faster than the male, smile widening and quickly waving hello, suddenly eager to reach up to them. The gesture makes the pink haired boy perk up, curious to why the other person looked so joyful. His question is easily answered, when they tug on the man's sleeve and motion to him.

"Ino, we have a third buddy!" The dude looks at him with widened eyes. "So nice to meet you, I'm Y/N L/N! It's great to see new faces around!"

Itadori smiles at your energy, knowing already he would click with you very well.

"I'm Ino Takuma, sorry for not noticing you before! Your uniform looks cool." Itadori exchanges a few compliments with Ino, before the man turns to talk with Nanami, leaving him and you together.

"Yes! I'm Sukuna's vessel, Itadori Yuuji-desu! My type of woman is Jenn-"

You turn to him. "So, are you a first year?"

"Geh? Weren't you dead though?!"

"I was!- I am!- Please keep secret."

"Okay!"

"Ahem." Nanami coughs, drawing attention. "I requested you two to not come after me today. Itadori here is the reason why."

"That's no problem, we're very capable of keeping secrets." You threw your arm over Itadori's shoulder, him nodding along with you.

"Oh really, then remember to keep quiet about it. I'll let this slide." The group of students nervously at Nanami's intimidating tone. "But, I'll get to have my break alone."

"Gah!" Ino exclaimed, watching Nanami walk away; he also left the responsability of taking care of Itadori for you two, leaving without a word. "It really had to be today, when Nanami would take us to his favorite bakery..."

"Crybaby." You teased. "Itadori here can't go outside where anyone can see him, he's dead. So, we were to order food either way because he shouldn't be left out."

"Augh okay, it would be unfair."

"So, where are you staying Itadori?"

"At Gojo's state!"

"Whoa, I've never been there before." Ino commented, waiting as you sent a message to Ijichi to pick them up.

"He's my teacher, a very cool one!"

"I imagine! Ooookay, once we get there I'll get the food."

Itadori felt as his chest would burst of excitement, finally there was people around him again, he couldn't be less happy about it.

"Sharing is caring!"

Itadori laughed as you wrestled with Takuma for some fries, netflix long forgotten in the background, as watching the banter was way more entertaining. Most of the time, Ino rambled a lot about Nanami, while he rambled a lot about Gojo. The guy even showed him the cool scar under his beanie. He felt kinda upset after explaining the exchange was just temporary, his stay under Nanami's wing wasn't decisive, and therefore, he was more like a classmate than a partner.

Itadori also learned a lot about you. He was surprised to find out that you, although energetic, was the one to speak the lesser in conversations. His surprisement grew even bigger when you told him you're a exchange student from Kyoto, arriving Tokyo about the same month as him - thankfully, you were to say for good.

Conversations flowed easily in the air, until a voice from the doorway barged in.

"Yuuji-kun! Don't forget about your lessons! Hi kids! Bye kids!" Gojo said playfully, throwing the familiar punching bear to Itadori before leaving.

"What's this thing?" Ino asked.

"It's to help me control my cursed energy. So while I watch the movies, if I don't charge it with cursed energy it punches me square in the face. I thought I had mastered this thing already, but he insist I keep training with it." Itadori grumbles.

"At least it's cute." You commented, taking a sip of your drink.

"Until it punches you in your face without warning!" The pink haired boy barks.

The talks died down, the three of you eating quietly when another movie is played on the screen. Itadori didn't bother reading the title, it was a plain one about a zombie apocalypse that got him extremely bored, yet he kept watching still so the plushie didn't punch him in the face again; he's been keeping a record since all his last cursed energy training lessons were a sucess to this day. When his head started nodding and eyelids dropping Itadori can't remember well, about fourty five minutes of movie perhaps? Make it fifty, the second slumber took over his body completely.

When he awoke once again, it was near midnight, the clock on the wall told him so. He also noticed a soft and warm surface supporting his head, figures, it's your shoulder he's resting into, he feels an arm around his own shoulders and your cheek placed upon his hair.

"Hey, it's late." You immediately notices he's awake, calling out softly. "You should sleep on your room, or something, better to your spine."

He chuckles when you poke his side. "But I'm comfortable here."

"I'm surprised, you just met me today, and now is sleeping on my shoulder."

"I'm not, that happens often to me."

"Sleeping on people's shoulders?"

"No! Making friends quickly." Itadori likes your gentle warmth, your hug, everything makes him feel at home. "I met two more people before you for two weeks, but they can't see me, because I'm dead."

"So I'll keep you company, that's my new mission."

His eyes widen at that, a oh so little blush covering the tip of his ears.

"For how many time I slept anyway?" He asks.

"About two- no, three hours. You missed two movies, and this one is about to end."

"And you stayed here the whole time?" He motions to your shoulder.

"Yep. That reminds me I gotta pee."

Itadori grumbles, but quickly lifts himself off you, respecting your needs. That gives him some time to look around, he notices Ino is gone, and the plushie sits quietly at the other side of the couch, unmoving.

"Y/N! How did you manage to make it quiet down?" He's beyond bafflet.

"...que."

"What!"

"I said!" You arrive quickly at the doorframe, hands still wet from when you washed them. "I used my innate technique."

"Oh! How is it like?"

"It's kinda funny, gimme a moment." You left to wipe off your hands, coming back in a second. "So, just like Shoko, I produce reverse curse energy, but it's quite different than hers, I can't heal people. That's why we often call it positive energy instead. I can use it to soothe off negative energy, so the bear has no cursed energy right now."

"How does it works on people?" He felt very curious about everything, asking away like a kid.

"Since everyone has negative energy, it just makes you sleepy really. But when it comes to curses it's really practical, I can either weaken it or, if the curse is like grade three or four, I can slap them off existence completely by wiping all their energy." You were naturally proud of having a such versatile power, your own energy swirling with pride around you.

"That sounds amazing! Is it why I fell asleep though?"

"Nah, only if I did it on purpose. I guess you were just tired, hope you don't mind I decided to let you rest today."

"No way, it was a good nap."

You nodded. "By the way, Ino left to attend to a drinking party, he paid for our food."

"Drinking? Is he old?"

"Yeah, he's twenty." You chuckled, already expecting that kind of reaction.

"No way! He looks young just like us!"

"That's totally my reaction after I learned he's twenty!"

After that day, you started visiting Itadori weekly to daily, after exchanging numbers he made a little group with you and Ino, naming it the "Nanami trio". But really, he exchanges more texts with you in private, be them memes, cool images he wish to share, etcetera. Although, Ino wasn't left excluded, he ofter brough his xbox to connect to Itadori's tv room and you all would spend hours playing together; he just didn't spend much time with both of you as much. And that was okay.

For a few days, your connection with Itadori died down when he didn't reply to your texts. They would remain unread for some time, the longest being half a day, until he would spam apologies then move on with the topic. That became a routine until one day when you came over to check on Itadori unnanounced, needin to ease off your worries about the boy, only to find him sobbing in the middle of a hallway, staring ahead and beyond, his back to you.

"Ita-?"

"Egh!" Startled, he scrambled to wipe his eyes, turning to you. "H-hey, um, hi."

"What happened?"

"I- he-" His eyes didn't met yours, knuckles white in a death grip. You notice he has a few bandages thrown over his face and arms. The way his shoulders are drawn, as if he wants to shrink into himself is something you've experienced before.

"Something hard to talk about?"

He nods almost immediately, head still facing down.

"It's alright, come with me." You reach for his hands, grimacing slightly when his forceful grip is now on your hand, yet you don't comment on it. He follows you through the state wordlessly.

You two stop on the same tv room, sitting down on the couch. You then guide his head to your shoulder, gently massaging his scalp with the free hand.

"It's alright."

Those two words are chanted like a prayer for the next half hour, at some point, Itadori twisted his body towards yours and unknowingly caged you between him and the sofa arm. He embraced you with a force you didn't have in you, like he didn't want to lose one another. Painful or not, not a muscle moved on your body. He needed a shoulder to cry on.

Thirty minutes passed like seconds, you peered down only to find the boy confortably napping against your bosom; at some point you just became the cold side of the pillow to him. That's alright. It brings you joy to be the mom friend anyways. So you decided to join the sleepland aswell, arms still secured around his shoulders and the back of his head.

It feels like the nap hasn't been long, though, because you can feel Itadori's grip loosening and therefore, you're awake.

"Sorry if I broke any bones, in advance."

"Wow, and you only warn me now."

He laughs at your comeback, hands still secured around your waist.

"I'm surprised you let me uh, cuddle you for comfort - and sleep. I don't understand it? You just make me sleepy." He rambled, keeping eye contact with you while his head still rests on your chest.

"That's a piece of cake when you have younger siblings who seek for you every night they get a nightmare."

"Does that mean I can come to you again if I have a nightmare?" There it is, his togepi-kirby cutesy face.

"Are you four?"

"That's mean!" Itadori blushed, squeezing you on his arms. "I like the contact. It puts me at ease."

"Mm, do you want to talk about it?"

He gulped. "No, not really."

Your peach haired friend remained silent, and so did you. It seems he doesn't intend in letting you go soon, or he just really forgot to mention it. It gives them time to think, your younger sisted used to do that sometimes, back in Kyoto.

"Y/N, wanna watch anything?"

"Sure, have you watched Parasyte before?"

"No, let's give it a try then!" Itadori glances at the remote, then back at you - making you confused over his hesitation to move. He notices you noticed it, chuckling nervously. "To be honest, I don't wanna let go."

"It's hurting my back."

"SORRY I'M SORRY!" He jumped away from you like a cat would jolt away from a cucumber, making you snicker.

"It's okay, I just wanted to change positions."

And to tease you, but he didn't need to know that part.

He glared at you with a small pout, typing the initials of Parasyte on the search bar. Outside his line of vision, you were grinning like a idiot, his sweeteness took a tow on you. All the people of Tokyo you met really held a way different spirit from your classmates in Kyoto, Itadori being the nicest of all. It's surprising him being Sukuna's vessel to begin with; being honest, you felt drawn by it.

"Y/N, it's startiiiiing." He cut your daydreaming short, slumping on your side and propping his head on your shoulder.

"This again?" You throw an arm around his shoulders, very much like the first time he cuddled himself on you.

"Don't blame me, you're the one who wanted to change positions. Guess I'll just make some alterations since I'm awake this time!" One of his arms went behind your back and circled your waist, hand resting at your hip.

"It's definely different, since the other time you drooled on me."

"Hhgh, okay okay! Let me enjoy this." For perhaps the actual first time, you're able to watch without exchanging words with one another.

And this time, it's you who's head loll to the side, nose buried on his soft rose perfumed hair. Itadori doesn't comment on it yet, his free hand moves under your legs to lift your whole body up efortlessly when he senses you have fallen asleep.

"I remember you said it's bad for my spine, I wouldn't mind it... yours however."

The boy makes a beeline to the guest room, he sighs when there is no choice but open the door with his foot. Inside, he places you carefully in the soft bed.

Before he could leave, a hand reaches up for his sleeve.

"Itadori," He turned, looking at you. "Make me company?"

He giggles softly - you think it sounds like a highschool girl. "You should start calling me by my first name!" Itadori rambles as he climbs on the bed, arms wrapping around your waist in a motion you're familiar with.

"Yuuji, I'm tired, let me sleep."

"But I wanna talk more..." He pouts. "Also, are we, um, dating?"

You wriggle around, bringing his head down to peck on his forehead, teasing. "Correction, I want to date you."

"Uh, oh." A blush coats his face so quickly, you'd say someone dumped a bucket of red paint on his face.

"Is that a no?"

"No!"

"So it is a no."

"Christ, will you stop teasing for a second, I'm trying to talk here." He makes an angry version of his togepi-kirby face, you can't help but grin.

"You amuse me, but okay. I'll do it for you."

"Thanks." He blinks, the blush slowly fading away. "You know, I lied, not about the contact, I like the contact nonetheless-"

His hand moves to play with yours, such as tapping his tips against yours, or meassuring the palms.

"-it's you who brings me comfort."

It's also your turn to blush, that line was seriously charming.

"Yeah."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, we're dating now." You respond, a little eagerly. "Can I kiss you?"

"Please."

This is the best person I could ask for, Itadori thinks, keeping his eyes open as yours shut during the kiss, whom I won't change for anything else in this world.

When you both separate, Itadori feels drowsy and sleepy. His face fits perfectly on your shoulder as always.

"Goodnight, my favorite person."