you tell wakatoshi as a joke that when he marries you you’re going to quit your job and become his housewife but he looks at you and says “if that’s what makes you happy,” and he’s not being sarcastic he means it from the bottom of his heart. you ask what would happen if you eventually wanted to start working again and he tells you “i would help you send out applications.”
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older boyfriend toji who gets super jealous when a younger, handsome man (satoru gojo) hits on you. he comes home all pouty and insecure, huffing to himself and wondering if you're just settling from some old man like him. when you talk to him about it's so cute seeing him get all flustered.
but it's even better watching his expression right now, hearing him grunt as he holds back his curses biting his bottom lip.
you roll your hips, riding him until he starts trembling.
"still feel like an "old man" now?" you tease, your voice breathless, your spine tingling on the brink of an orgasm.
toji's fingers sink into your plush rear, gripping onto the fat with such strength as you fuck him, a moan leaving his lips in sheer pleasure because it just feels too fucking good.
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3:40AM˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥
S: You wake up from sleep to admire your pretty boy
Your apartment was cloaked in the stillness of the night, the only sound was the soft hum of the air conditioner. You stirred, your mind drifting in and out of sleep, unable to fully settle back into slumber. With a sigh, you turned to your left, where your boyfriend lay beside you.
Kei’s face, usually marked by a permanent scowl and sharp, grumpy features, looked serene and peaceful in the dim light. His strong jaw was relaxed, his lips slightly parted in the rhythm of sleep. You couldn’t help but smile at the contrast. He looked so sweet and almost innocent, a side of him rarely seen when he was awake, at least by anyone but you.
Your fingers itched to reach out to him, to touch his soft blonde hair. Gently, you stroked a few stray strands away from his forehead, feeling the silky texture between your fingers. He stirred slightly, but didn’t wake up. Feeling bold you let your fingers trail down to his cheek, brushing lightly against his smooth freshly shaven skin. His eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, they were unfocused. But as he fully awoke, the sharpness returned, his brows knitting together. He blinked, adjusting to the darkness, and then glared at you.
“What are you doing?” he grumbled, voice thick with sleep.
You bit your lip, suppressing a giggle at how cute he looked even when he was annoyed. “You just looked so peaceful and pretty.” you whispered. “I couldn’t help it.”
He huffed, rolling his eyes. “You woke me up to tell me I look pretty?”
“Very much so.” you said, grinning. You leaned down to press a kiss onto his heavy eyelids.
He sighed, the irritation fading from his eyes as you peppered kisses on him. “You’re impossible,” he muttered, but there was no real heat behind his words. He reached out, pulling you closer until your head rested against his bare chest. “Now go back to sleep.”
You nestled against him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek. “Goodnight,” you whispered, your eyes already closing.
He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Night baby.” he replied, his voice a low rumble that lulled you back into sleep. As you drifted off, you thought you heard him whisper, “I love you,” but you knocked out before you could be sure.
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