how jjk men would react to catboy!reader being overly clingy
contains: sukuna | nanami | gojo | veerrrryyy short drabble
sleepily stumbling into ryomen sukuna's throne room, you find him sitting with his legs spread, idly toying with the hem of his black kimono. trudging over to him, you kneel down at the front of his chair, planting your face right into his left thigh. it's warm, meaty, and you can feel the hard layer of muscle occasionally shifting underneath the plush layer of fat sukuna had gained from becoming less tyrant-oriented and more you-oriented.
"brat, what did i say about touching, huh?" he grunts. when you don't move and only shift closer with a soft mrrr, he brings his hand up to your head, gently scratching that sweet spot between your ears. your head shifts upwards, seeking more of that contact, and sukuna can't resist.
"up." he commands, and when you comply, he settles you on his thighs, perching you on his lap. bringing your head down to hook your chin over his shoulder, he rubs the nape of your neck, much slower and softer than anyone else had seen the king of curses be. he feels your body going slack. "good kitty, back to sleep." he drawls.
he plans on putting you back in your bed the moment your eyes are asleep, and having uraume watch over you instead. he can't be bothered.
padding over to kento nanami's spot on the couch, you stand in front of him as he reads his book, one leg crossed over the other.
"nanamin," you start, yawning mid-way through your sentence. "uncross your legs."
he sighs through his nose, the fabric of his beige slacks shifting as he uncrosses his legs. you climb atop him, and he lets out a quiet grunt, his arms circling your middle as he reads his book over your shoulder.
"my mouth hurts." you murmur, too low for even someone with heightened senses like nanami to hear. "nanami, my mouth—"
nanami sighs again, and drags a hand down the lower half of his face "teeth." he interjects, positioning your head right in front of his face. he puts his book down on the arm of the couch, using the index finger and thumb of the same hand to push up your upper lip and inspect your canines.
"you're fine. i told you earlier not to chew on those bones—now look at you." he replies after inspecting your teeth, though the way he's started rubbing your back says that he's trying to comfort you—no matter how inefficient your eating and chewing habits may be.
satoru gojo's sitting at his desk grading papers when the door opens with a gentle creak.
"there he is!" he shouts, a huge grin spreading over his face. he opens his arms for you, beckoning you into his lap. when you sit on him, back against his warm chest, it's like the stack of papers in front of completely disappears. all his focus is on you.
he pampers you, bombarding you with questions. how was your day? did you sleep well? hungry? thirsty? hot? cold?
"ahh," he chuckles with a grin. "then i guess i'll let you sleep, pretty kitty." he says, softer now, and leaning back in his chair to accommodate for you.
he rocks you back and forth gently, letting your heavy eyelids close shut, not stopping until he hears the familiar sound of your soft snoring.
a/n: let me know if i should do toji , hiromi , geto and ijichi vers too