nerdjo boyfriend who was honestly deathly afraid to talk to you for the first time and shoot his shot but he finally gained the courage (also pressure from his best friend geto) and asked you out
nerdjo boyfriend who loves explaining comic lore to you for hours on end and will talk about every multiverse and why he thinks one is better then the others
nerdjo boyfriend who would gladly help you do your chem homework that you don’t understand at all calling it a study date while he finishes the notes and you lay on his bed waiting for him
nerdjo boyfriend who loves opening pokemon packs with you even if you have no idea what’s going on and will even give you all of his bulk cute cards for your own collection
nerdjo boyfriend who’s a sucker for matching things with you he has a matching spider man keychain on his backpack, matching necklace you bought for him and his favorite matching build a bear that he cherish and sleeps with every night on his bed
nerdjo boyfriend who over pressures himself during finals week that he plops down next to you on the sofa and just rest his head on your legs with a big sigh just seeking comfort after that hell of a week
nerdjo boyfriend who absolutely loves rainy days because that means he’s stuck with you in the house all day and his favorite way to spend the time is building one of the many legos he has stored away for days like these to build with you
nerdjo boyfriend who no matter what will always save you a seat next to him during lectures and will always be the first to ask you to partner up before anyone can steal you first
nerdjo boyfriend who takes pride when you finally get good grades after he help you study even though it was hard to get you to focus you manage to get your grade up to a B+
nerdjo boyfriend who absolutely loves you so much and is practically a puppy following you around like the clingy man he is
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boxer yuji who always keeps little things that remind him of you on his gym bag like the my melody keychain or one of the hundreds of polaroids pictures he has tucked away in the pocket of his bag
boxer yuji who upon entering the ring always touches the bracelet you gave him as a good luck charm and a way to calm his nerves before the match
boxer yuji who gets really nervous before big boxing events and finds comfort within you if its helping you cook dinner or just simply laying with you
boxer yuji who always looks for you after a match if he’s wining or losing your the first and only person who will come to his mind
boxer yuji who will text or call you as soon as his practice is over since his coach nanami is very strict and won’t let him use it during practice hours
boxer yuji who does care if he’s cheesy but as soon as reporters ask him what his motivation is or how he’s made it so far he immediately mentions you
boxer yuji who looks at you like your the absolute prettiest person in the world when you help patch him up after a fight he admires you silently as you do so
boxer yuji who finally convinces you and his coach nanami to have you tag along during practice even if your sitting on the side bench doing your own thing he loves your presence there and works 10x harder then normal
boxer yuji who has a ritual before a match to find you and say i love you before quickly leaving you with a soft kiss to your forehead or a quick kiss to your lips
boxer yuji who loves his days off training because you and him either go on a fun date or simply just stay in and catch up with one another
boxer yuji who after losing a match isn’t upset about his reputation or his performance or even the press he’s most upset about feeling like he let you and his coach and friends down
boxer yuji who’s apartment can get kinda messy with proteins bar wrappers scattered around the house along with boxing gloves gym bags and other random boxing equipment he needs
boxer yuji who is such a heavy sleeper that in the middle of the night your practically getting crushed by him but you simply just accept the reality of it and fall back asleep
boxer yuji who during a interview called you his wife on accident and immediately stumbled over his words afraid that he might have ruined his upcoming proposal to you
boxer yuji who is having a hard time during practice one time that his very strict coach nanami gave him permission to call you to clear his mind and get focused on boxing again
boxer yuji who is absolutely terrifying in the ring the first time you went to watch him fight he is seriously and nothing like his usual goofy self instead throwing hard punches left and right
boxer yuji who loves you very much and when he daydreams of his future once he’s retired he sees a beautiful and domestic life with you
Yuji has a super hot model girlfriend yet Megumi and Nobara refuse to believe it until they meet you in person.
The framed photo on Yuji’s desk had been the catalyst for a solid three weeks of relentless, unyielding psychological warfare.
In the picture, Yuji was wearing his usual goofy, oversized hoodie, flashing a peace sign with a grin that split his face in two. Pressed against his side was a girl who looked like she had been rendered by a high-end digital artist with an eye for perfection. She had an effortless, striking beauty that practically radiated off the glossy paper—sharp, captivating features, a smile that looked both elite and incredibly warm, and an aura that screamed "high fashion."
When Megumi and Nobara had first crowded around the desk to look at it, the silence in the room had been deafening. Then, Nobara had slowly turned her head, her face completely blank.
"Yuji," she had said, her voice dangerously calm. "Where did you steal this? Is this a cutout from a magazine? Did you Photoshop your face onto a K-pop idol’s manager? Speak to me."
"It’s real!" Yuji had yowled, his face turning bright red as he snatched the frame protecting it. "That’s my girlfriend! I told you guys I had a girlfriend!"
Megumi, who usually stayed out of such things, had merely adjusted his collar, looked Yuji dead in the eye, and said, "It’s statistically improbable, Itadori. Acceptance is the first step to healing." Nobara nodded along. "Yeah after all you eat crayons and beef Ramen noodles?What would she do with you?"
For twenty-one days, the teasing had been relentless. Nobara would drop fake modeling agency flyers on his lap. Megumi would sigh heavily whenever Yuji mentioned receiving a text. Yuji had been pouty, slumped over his training dummy, muttering under his breath about "lack of trust" and "true love." Finally, unable to take the constant scoffing anymore, Yuji had caved. He grabbed his phone, practically vibrating with a mix of nerves and vindication, and sent a text.
“Hey… are you free this weekend? My friends think I’m a pathological liar. Please help.”
The morning you were scheduled to arrive at the Jujutsu High campus, the tension in the common room was thick enough to cut with a cursed tool.
Nobara was sipping her tea, one leg crossed over the other, fully prepared to catch a paid actress or a cousin Yuji had bribed with a lifetime supply of meatballs. Megumi was pretending to read a book, though he hadn’t flipped the page in ten minutes. Yuji was pacing back and forth by the window, checking his phone every three seconds, his pink hair practically standing on end from stress.
"Relax, Itadori," Nobara droned, swirling her tea. "If she doesn't exist, we'll only mock you until graduation. It's a temporary humiliation."
"She exists! And she's coming up the walkway right now!" Yuji gasped, pressing his face against the glass like a golden retriever spotting a delivery truck. He didn't even wait for a response; he scrambled out the door, his sneakers squeaking loudly against the hardwood floor as he bolted down the hallway.
Nobara exchanged a look with Megumi. "Well. Let's go witness the crime scene."
When they stepped out onto the traditional wooden veranda, they stopped dead in their tracks.
You were walking up the stone path, holding a small paper bag from a high-end bakery. Yuji’s description hadn’t done you a fraction of justice, but what struck them immediately wasn't just how stunning you were—it was how effortlessly you carried it. You weren't dressed in flashy, restrictive designer clothes meant to turn heads. Instead, you wore a cream-colored, oversized, incredibly soft knit sweater that looked like a cloud, paired with simple, well-fitted trousers and clean white sneakers. Your hair was held up by a casual claw clip, a few loose strands framing your face.
Yet, somehow, you managed to look like a million bucks. The slouch of the sweater looked elegant; the simplicity of the outfit only highlighted the striking, undeniable symmetry of your face and your poised, graceful posture. You looked like an off-duty supermodel who had accidentally wandered onto a mystical jujutsu campus.
"Oh, my god," Nobara whispered, her teacup rattling slightly. "He wasn't lying. She's... she's elite tier."
Megumi blinked, utterly speechless, suddenly feeling very underdressed in his standard uniform. "That still doesn't explain the relationship...." Megumi mumbled as he looked between Yuji and you.
The moment Yuji reached you, all the elegant mystery vanished into thin air. His face lit up with pure, unadulterated joy, and he practically threw himself at you. "You actually came!"
You didn't flinch or worry about your clothes getting wrinkled. A brilliant, genuinely sweet smile broke across your face, illuminating your features in a way that made you look entirely approachable. You caught him with a soft laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face into his shoulder.
"Of course I came, Yuji," you murmured, your voice smooth and incredibly soothing. "You sounded so desperate in your texts. I was worried someone had actually hurt your feelings."
"They did! They've been bullying me for three weeks!" Yuji whined, burying his face in the plush fabric of your soft sweater, inhaling the comforting scent of vanilla and clean linen. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes wide and pleading. "Tell them we’ve been dating since before I moved to Tokyo."
You giggled, a sound that made Nobara’s jaw drop further because it was so entirely devoid of malice or pretension. You patted Yuji’s cheek affectionately. "I'll handle it."
As Yuji proudly led you up to the veranda, Nobara and Megumi braced themselves. Usually, someone who looked like you—someone who possessed that level of raw, head-turning beauty—carried a certain level of coldness or vanity. Nobara was fully prepared to be looked down upon.
Instead, as you approached, you offered them a warm, incredibly polite bow.
"Hi, it’s so nice to finally meet you both," you said, offering a genuine, bright smile. "Yuji talks about you two all the time. I'm so glad he has such reliable friends looking out for him here." You held out the paper bag. "I brought some pastries from that bakery near the station. I wasn't sure what you liked, so I got a bit of everything."
Nobara practically snatched the bag, her defensive walls instantly crumbling at the mention of the exclusive bakery. "You... you got the seasonal tarts? The ones that sell out by 9:00 AM?"
"Oh, yes," you replied easily, tilting your head. "I have a lot of free time on my hands right now, so I didn't mind waiting in line. My schedule is completely open for Yuji anyway."
Megumi cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "It's nice to meet you. Thank you for the food. And... sorry about Itadori. We genuinely thought he was losing his mind."
"Hey!" Yuji protested.
You laughed, a beautiful, clear sound, and naturally reached down to lace your fingers through Yuji’s. He instantly beamed, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand. "It's fine, really. I know Yuji can be a bit of a handful, and I know I don't exactly look like I belong in his world. But I assure you, he's stuck with me."
As the four of you moved into the common area to eat the pastries, the initial shock began to wear off, replaced by sheer fascination. Nobara, being Nobara, immediately began her interrogation, leaning across the table with her chin in her hands.
"So," Nobara started, her eyes narrowed but intrigued. "Yuji mentioned you do some part-time modeling? Because, frankly, if you aren't on a billboard in Shibuya right now, the scouting agencies need to be fired."
You blushed slightly, a soft pink dusting your cheeks, which only made you look more endearing. You adjusted the sleeve of your oversized sweater. "Ah, yes, just a little bit here and there. It pays well and the hours are flexible, which is nice. But it's not my main focus."
"Oh? What is?" Megumi asked, genuinely curious.
"I'm actually in university right now, studying for a degree in molecular biology," you explained calmly, taking a small sip of the tea Yuji had eagerly poured for you. "I want to go into research eventually. Modeling is just a fun side hobby to help pay for tuition and books."
Nobara’s jaw hit the floor again. Megumi slowly turned his head to look at Yuji, who was sitting next to you, looking like a proud golden retriever that had just fetched a golden stick.
She’s gorgeous, she’s incredibly sweet, she buys expensive pastries, she has nothing but time for him, and she’s a literal genius, Megumi thought, a profound sense of bewilderment washing over him. What cosmic deity did Itadori please in a past life to deserve this?
As the afternoon rolled on, it became glaringly obvious that you weren't just putting on a show. You were genuinely, completely, and utterly in love with Yuji. And what shocked Nobara and Megumi the most was how much you adored the exact traits they usually found exhausting.
At one point, Yuji accidentally knocked over his tea while gesturing wildly during a story about a movie he had watched. Instead of jumping back or getting annoyed that your pristine cream sweater might get ruined, you immediately grabbed a napkin, laughing softly as you wiped up the spill.
"Classic Yuji," you teased gently, bumping your shoulder against his. "You haven't changed a bit."
"Ah, sorry, sorry!" Yuji scrambled to help, his cheeks burning. "I got excited."
"It's okay," you said, your voice dripping with affection. You reached up, your fingers gently brushing a stray lock of pink hair away from his forehead. The tenderness in your eyes was undeniable. You looked at him as if he were the only person in the room, completely unbothered by his loud, clumsy nature.
Later, Yuji dragged you over to show you his prized possession: a completely bizarre, slightly terrifying cursed corpse doll that Gojo had given him, which Yuji had dressed up in a tiny handmade cape. It was objective trash, a weird piece of junk that anyone else would have thrown away.
Nobara watched closely, waiting for your polite mask to slip.
Instead, you leaned in, inspecting the ugly little doll with absolute seriousness. "Wow, Yuji. The stitching on the cape is actually really neat. Did you do this yourself?"
"Yeah! I used the sewing kit from the infirmary!" Yuji bragged, puffing out his chest.
"It looks great," you said, a soft, genuine smile gracing your lips as you patted the doll's head. "You're really good with your hands. You always have been."
Yuji practically melted into a puddle of happiness right there on the floor.
Nobara leaned over to Megumi, whispering fiercely, "She's real. She's a real angel. She looks like a high-fashion goddess, she's going to cure diseases, and she genuinely thinks his weird hobby is cute. I might cry, Fushiguro. I might actually cry from the sheer injustice of the universe."
"She's definitely too good for him," Megumi agreed quietly, though a small, rare smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He was glad Yuji had someone like you—someone steady, kind, and entirely devoted to him, especially given the heavy, dangerous world Yuji had been thrust into.
When evening arrived, it was time for you to head back to the train station. Yuji, of course, insisted on walking you, practically skipping alongside you down the dirt path leading away from the Jujutsu High barriers.
Nobara and Megumi stood on the steps, watching the two of you walk away. You were walking close to him, your soft sweater brushing against his rough uniform jacket, your hand securely tucked into his.
"Hey," Nobara called out, making you both pause and turn around. Nobara crossed her arms, a rare, genuine smile on her face. "You're welcome back anytime! Next time, leave Yuji here and we'll go shopping!"
You laughed, waving warmly with your free hand. "I’d love that! See you soon!"
As you turned back to the path, Yuji looked down at you, his chest swelling with a warmth that had nothing to do with cursed energy.
"Thanks for coming," Yuji said softly, his voice dropping its usual loud bravado. He looked a little sheepish, scratching the back of his neck. "I know my friends can be a lot. And I know it's weird up here."
You stopped walking, turning to face him fully. The setting sun cast a golden, ethereal glow over your features, making you look even more breath-taking. You reached up, placing both of your hands flat against his chest, feeling the steady, strong beat of his heart through his shirt. The soft wool of your sleeves brushed against his wrists.
"Yuji," you said, your voice rich with a deep, unwavering sincerity. "I don't care where you are, or how weird it gets. I have all the time in the world for you. You know that, right?"
Yuji’s eyes widened slightly, his heart doing a violent flip in his chest. "Even when I'm being an idiot?"
"Especially when you're being an idiot," you teased, leaning up on your tiptoes to press a soft, sweet kiss to his cheek. "You're genuine, Yuji. You love fiercely, you care about everyone, and you're the best thing in my life. Your friends see that too, even if they tease you."
Yuji didn't say anything for a moment. He couldn't. Instead, he just wrapped his powerful arms around your waist, lifting you slightly off your feet and burying his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of your soft sweater. He held you tightly, a silent vow to protect this perfect, beautiful piece of normalcy that belonged entirely to him.
And as you held him back, running your fingers through his spiky pink hair, you smiled. You didn't care about the modeling, the degrees, or what anyone else thought. In all of his weird, loud, incredible ways, Yuji was yours, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
Yuji enjoys lazing around without a shirt on, especially in summer. Whether it was before he became Sukuna’s vessel and was a normal kid, or whether he’s lounging around in his dorm room at Jujutsu High. He can never really describe it but it feels more free than wearing a short sleeved shirt, a lot more breathable too.
He has two types in dating preference, obviously his main one. Tall women with a nice big ass, but if he ends up dating someone else he wont really care, he’s a nice guy. I doubt he’d give a shit unless they’re unhealthy mentally or physically, which he would try help them to an extent.
Freckles. Specifically on his wrists and back, along with some moles dotted around his skin. They’re more prominent after he stays in the sun too long though.
HE HAS A SCAR WHERE HIS HEART WAS RIPPED OUT. I will DIE on this hill, I hate the lack of Scars in JJK and I will NEVER get over the idea of Yuji having a scar on his chest where Sukuna ripped his heart out.
on a more mental note, Yuji can become a massive control freak if he becomes insecure or anxious. After what happened in Shibuya with Sukuna, he hates the idea of not being in-control of something, even if that something is relatively small. Obviously he’s not a complete, total control freak, it’s only when the doubt starts creeping in.
He gets a little more controlling in a more vulnerable setting, E.G, intimacy.
no ai was made to create this, please do not feed this work into any form of ai.
Synopsis- friend’s with benefits, but with feelings you swore not to have.
TW: TIME SKIP AU!!, fluff, angstyish, mild smut, happy ending, NOT proof read, cant write for shit, cussing, alot of in the feelings so beware <333
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Yuji Itadori, everyone knows him, charming, funny, kind, caring Yuji so it’d be an honour to be something as small his cute little side thing right?
Wrong, this is your worst nightmare. It's complete hell, you see each other on the weekends, or after a bad breakup, or when you’re simply bored.
While enjoying himself, happy go lucky, blissfully unaware buried inside of you, you’re here fighting for your life, wanting for something more, you can't ruin this, what you have but being like this, stuck in an endless loop hurts.
He really is who everyone says he is as-well he makes you laugh like no one else can, he leaves you breathless in many ways, he’s there for you when something goes wrong (more than physically that is.) He always knows what to say, every time you two talk as friend’s, like when your in his kitchen preparing something sweet you know he likes, wearing his clothes having an average conversation you feel like you’re at home, like nothing could make the moment any better.
Or the times when you go out to eat, the way he dresses up for restaurants he thinks are fancy but really aren’t. The times its late at night where you two are almost touching, nervously like middle schoolers. It feels like heaven, pure ecstasy, you’d drop having sex with him in the blink of an eye if it meant you could enjoy those moments just being a couple.
When you agreed to be friends with benefits you knew it wasn’t a good idea. Even before he was who you thought of when couple videos popped up on your fyp, or who you imagined late night or who you pumped your hand to in the shower. The idea of being in such a vulnerable position with him excited you, this could have been your ticket to the big leagues! So with the help of hope and his irresistible smile you said yes.
But your hope had fizzled out, lately, you worried about your visits to his apartment, not because you didn’t want to fuck him, because you knew that afterwards you’d feel that longing want, frustration and sadness you try so hard to ignore.
Little did you know when he’s going on walks your all he can think of, how much he feels the same, its stupid, why would he ask for such torture? At the beginning he truly wanted just to be friends with benefits, you were disgustedly gorgeous too him, just as friend’s he fought the urge to ask you out, but as time went on and you experienced those little moments with him he grew insanely fond of you, you warmed his chest and invaded his thoughts.
Living life as a plan B for him isn’t what you were forward to. Feeling worthless, like feeling like he’s throwing you away when another girl came along, didn't help all the girls were the complete opposite of you, they way they dressed, the way they talked and walked. Complete polar opposites. Frankly it was uncanny, how could he be giving you such sweet, memorable aftercare, whispering sweet words into your ear, the same one he just moaned into then the next morning be eyeing another girl?!
He cant fathom talking to girls that look like you, just being in their vicinity feels like stab in the gut, longing reminder of how you could never be his, the idea grotesque, its almost like when people fake things for attention, anything to get the eyes off of him, to steer you away from the idea that he could ever harbor ‘real’ feelings for you.
Sometimes it felt like he was teasing you with the idea of something more, hand holding in public, a spike in wanting to hang out as ‘just friend’s’ kisses when you were alone, in a pure manner and when he’d drop anything for you.
Not that he meant too, sometimes he couldn’t help himself, wanting to feel a connection more then sex he let himself loose and engaged in things that were more romantic like, little things held him off from blowing his cover of not caring about any of it.
‘It’s cliché ’ you’d tell yourself-‘How could you do this to yourself?’ You started to blame yourself, you both agreed to no feelings, nothing hidden, just friends with benefits, nothing more, just pals that fuck when they need it.
How dehumanising you thought to yourself
Shaking your head out of the haze of emotions you pick up your phone to dial the familiar number, the one you’d called at least a hundred times this past month or two.
You awaited his answer anticipation building by the second, biting the dead skin off your lip that you’d start to bite off when worrying about the situation before this, and curling your fingers into your bed sheets.
“Hello?” You cleared your throat when the ringing stopped.
His soft voice you knew by heart spoke eagerly
“Haii!” He chuckled, you could hear the sound of nature, the bad mic quality and tweeting of birds in the background.
“I…” you stumbled “are you free?” You could feel your heart start to race.
“Hmm? You okay? Something wrong?” His voice lowered, you could hear the frown from over the phone
“Yeah I’m okay… just needy…” You admit with a silent gulp quieting your tone as the last words slip out of your lips Knowing damn well you need a distraction, and he was a distraction that always worked.
“Oh.” He tried not to sigh too loudly but you could hear it clearly, a surprising contrast to what he’d been like in the past. Its been bothering you the way he responds, bored, stressed, almost resentful when you ask, you don’t want to lose this. Yes you are not completely happy but in the case that he doesn’t want this anymore worried you- you grumbled at the thought, how hypocritical- a million thoughts ran through your mind before he responded snapping you out of your head.
“Sure… your place?” He said seemingly back to his cheerful style, his footsteps being picked up by the microphone- he could only think of how this was going to go.
“Yes..” you respond. You debate telling him right then how you feel, but you aren’t an idiot.
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With one hand in his hair and your toes curled Yuji’s half hard cock teased your entrance which was drenched with your warm slick with little flicks, rubbing his angry ted tip against your own frustrated hole. He was awfully good at making you wait, making you whine and beg for him in bed with mocking remarks along the lines of…
‘Yeahh want me to go in? I don't think so..~’
Or
‘Ask me nicely baby…’
He wasn’t really selfish in bed, hell he made you feel the most wanted you’d ever felt-but today was not like usual, something was wrong, for you thats usually the case, but this time it was mutual, he grabbed you with uncertainty and instead of a smile he frowned.
Knitting your eyebrows together and squeezing your eye shut you take a breath, mentally encouraging yourself to speak up.
“Y-yuji… please, I think we should stop.” You cut through his soft grunts.
You were expecting some sort of surprise, or a protest, even a hint of confusion, more like hoping for it but instead…
“Mhm… me too.. sorry” he pulled away rubbing his base a couple of times slowly
“Guess I’m not really in the mood…?” He laughed awkwardly, obviously forcing a smile, jaw clenching with embarrassment.
You felt regret and relief when he pulled away, longing for his touch but not wanting to be with him.
“Yeah no…” you sit up a little already looking around for your shorts pressing your legs together watching him pull up his boxers that rested around his ankles.
“Y-you didn’t have to come and try this if you didn’t want to…” you almost soft launch the idea of what would confirm your fears of him leaving.
“No… no not that… I dunno, maybe today just isn’t my day..” his hand comes up too your jaw, tilting it making sure you’re looking up at him, his eyes were brown but shined gold when the sunlight that beamed through your curtains hit them. The thoughts in the back of his head was what made him so uncomfortable, and he knew it.
You give him a reassuring nod and navigated to your clothes, slipping them back on
“Need a drink..?” You try to fizzle out the tense air, desperately trying to cut a window through it to breathe from.
“Im okay...” he responded as if the thought meant nothing, why would he ever take anything else from you when he’d already asked for so much?
He left, it felt like an Irish goodbye even with a tooth rottingly sweet kiss to your lips
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No texts. No calls. No nothing from him since that night.
He couldn’t bear(bare?) to contact you after embarrassing himself like that, he felt horrible, when you needed him, when he was supposed to be there, what felt like his only responsibility that he could actually help with he failed.
You’d felt like this was over, you sat in your room, music that wasn’t helping blasting into your headphones as tears wetted your knees.
“Fuck…” you sobbed out loudly, almost wishing someone could hear you.
you knew it had been nearing its end, but not like this, not in a weird jumbled mess.
You mumbled something incoherent too yourself
Standing up, hearing the drops of rain hitting your window you slide on your shoes, your fingertips hurt from pressing them into your thighs and struggling with the backs of your shoes, you don’t even bother to tie them, just tuck the laces into the sides.
You’re almost running down the street to his apartment, of course you already knew the way, 613, say it’s a delivery at the com and they’ll let you in, you always told him that the place has no safety and he should really move, but in this moment you were grateful for the lack of security.
You entered the building drenched, the sun only peaked on the horizon a bit, but you didn’t care who saw you as you passed the main lobby into the elevator, dripping with rain onto the floors.
The elevator had mirrors all around it, your mascara smudged with tears-or you guessed the rain, honestly with your red brimmed eyes the answer was obvious.
You were almost at his door, you could turn back now but that wasn’t even a thought, driven by distress you knocked on his door.
You could hear his feet pad over to the door
“Hello-?” His eyes widened at the sight of you, wet with puffy eyes his heart started to bear rapidly
“H-hey whats…” he couldn’t finish his sentence before you interrupted him with a shaken unsure voice
“Yuji… im done!” His heart sank, the wind knocked out of him as you continued, guilt and fear overrunning his systems.
“Y-you… I cant keep doing this…” you held your arms together close to your chest looking down at the ground.
“I… love you so much” his mouth opened and closed, a sudden burst of hope erupted from within him, his hand sputtering continuously almost reaching out to you.
“I hate this… all day, every-time we meet it’s the same thing..” your waterline brims with tears again, your voice turns comparable to a teenage boy going through puberty.
“Its a cycle I repeat… It hurts so much to have such intimate moments with you and not *actually* mean anything too you”
When he hears the last part his brain talks without his consent.
“Excuse me..?”
“Let me finish!” You hurry before he can respond further. “I want to stop!” you shut your eyes, your tears fell to the floor.
You felt your legs start to give out wanting to end this before you collapse, making the situation worse you take a deep wet breath “I want… more but I don’t think-“ as soon as you look up his hands are in your hair, eyebrows furrowed upwards, his lips pressed against yours, like the guilty pleasure he is to you, you lean in.
He pulls away
“Please don’t say that… I really…” he chokes over himself
“I think you’re… I hate this… i hate coming over, or you coming here and learning the environment because you sucked me off and not because we’re entranced with each other-I want to make memories with you that aren’t just sex nights.” He says, his words come out so much more controlled then yours
“This is tiring… I-Im sorry… all this time I’ve been hiding behind a wall like a coward… I reassure you then leave…” he admits to himself but also you,
“Fuck.. please just…” he looks up and pulls you closer into his neck, your tears leaving wet stains on his shirt collar, he uses a free hand to shut the door of his apartment, cutting you both off from the rest of the world for a moment.
In the moment you have no idea what to say, his words are conflicting too you, how could he feel any type of way besides for lust with you? After so long? Is he lying? You shake your head and bury yourself into him even more, taking fistfuls of his arms and shirt.
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You’d forgotten about the movie, half asleep from the earlier commotion totally tuckered out, you lay ontop of Yuji who popcorned your face with kisses randomly.
After some more haphazard yelling and sobbing you were able to sit down and talk about everything that had been bothering you.
Alot of the things he said you couldn’t believe, all that worrying, all that stress had been for nothing.
He mumbled “you sleeping over?” He whispered into your ear,
And for the first time you closed your eyes to fall asleep in his arms as his love interest, not just as a friend with benefits.
aali speaking of meeting yuuji during the summer: at my pho place there are like 10 single people that eat there by themselves and the owner is always trying to set us up with each other :sob: anyways. sumemrtime yuuji and u end up really hitting it off
✩꒱ hot girl summer — ft. yuuji itadori .ᐟ
🏁 ꒰ ✩ suggestive ⋆ mdni ⋆ characters are adults. yuuji itadori & fem!reader. summer flings, flirting, confident reader, beach boy yuuji !! -> your summer plans of take out pho and otome games and love island are put on hold when a scheming restaurant owner decides to play matchmaker.
my head is literally spinninggggg oh my god!!!
sobs imagine ordering pho on the hottest day of summer so far, there are electric fans buzzing throughout the restaurant— chirping in between pockets of conversation as you wait for your food to arrive. it lands on the counter with a thunk! and you blink up from your phone where you’ve been checking the temperatures for your walk home — sheepish.
“uh… i ordered to go?”
“not today,” the old lady who knows you so well — who has your order memorised and charged you less on your bad days — shakes her head firmly. “eat in today. come sit.”
“but i have places to be —!” you nearly whine because all you want to do is go home, but you’re already wrapping your wired headphones around your phone and tucking it into the back pocket of your shorts.
she pushes your tray further along the island, hobbling along at a surprising pace for someone much older than you. “no you don’t. you’re going home to play your sad little boyfriend games and your sad little dating shows.” her tone as she directs you isn’t scathing but still firm, reminiscent of your elder relatives back home. “you’ve not no air con. sit. eat. the food is hot.”
for a moment, your mouth opens and closes — agape with shock. because it’s not just any dating show it’s love island … the hottest show of the summer! hot boys and hot girls and a love you can only dream of. any retort you had planned dies on your tongue as you clamber into the squeaky high top chair, red leather peeling and clinging to the backs of your thighs because of sweat. you sit. you eat. and then:
a laugh.
in search of the voice your head turns slightly — catching plumes of pink hair against golden skin, a boy with big Sony headphones wrapped around his neck and his shirt bunched up by his collarbones too. he’s laughing. at you!
and he’s hot. the kind of hot that feels hard to come by these days, he’s relaxed in nature, stylish from what you can tell — you count two ear piercings on the first look and two silvery ones on his chest if you ogle further — he dresses like the kind of boys you’d see on your screen in 2003. not to mention, the angle of his jaw is defined and sharp enough that it could cut if your finger dragged across its edge. you feel like he could be fun, something to tide you over until the easy breeze of september comes.
“somethin’ funny, pretty boy?” deciding to chance it, like one would when they decide to slip from the shade into the summer sun, you clear your throat and reach out to beach boy beside you.
yuuji looks up from his own steaming bowl of pho, grin loose on his lips that are lined with a gentle rouge from the spice. “you think ‘m pretty?”
“as much as you think i’m funny.” you snap your wooden chopsticks in two, rubbing them against each other. “i’m funny, right?”
he’s like a puppy, spine straightening at full alert in the same way a puppy would when offered a treat. “super, soo funny,” the pink haired boy grins, your stomach curls in on itself with want. he’s so fucking cute. “whatcha got there?”
“the special!” a shuffle of your seat and you’re near, sneakers kicking his under the table, knees close to touching. chopsticks swirl in your bowl and fresh coriander seeps into the heat of the air. who would have thought pho could be an aphrodisiac. “it’s the—”
“best thing on the menu, right?” yuuji laughs again and finishes for you — pressing his body closer into your little bubble. the boy smells like beach waves and sea air, he looks like your next catch. “my name’s—”
that old lady comes shuffling back as if she’s part of the conversation, an expert pulling her strings, which is working by the way. if you’d had any less decency you’d be walking him back to your apartment and keeping him there until you’re slick with a different kind of heat.
“his name is yuuji itadori. he comes here everyday. same time. he needs a girlfriend.” the old lady nonchalantly pushes a bottle of chilli sauce towards yuuji. “tired of seeing him in my shop.”
“gee thanks! i bring you good business!”
to bring him back to your conversation, you smile softly and slip your hands over his knees — playfully, feeling his skin burn under your touch. “you on the market, yuuji?”
“for you? any day,” attention returns to you, but he takes a long slurp of his noodles too. melting chocolate brown eyes traversing down your frame in an obvious manner. for once you understand what it feels like to be desired a tall glass of water. yuuji watches the twitch of your thighs as you cross your legs, beads of sweat that run down your tank top as you eat alongside him. “i like funny girls. pretty too.”
“so now i’m the pretty one?”
“the prettiest girl,” he checks you out once more, raw lips between his teeth whilst he ponders his next question. “you got a boyfriend?”
“shit, maybe i’m about to,” it slips out before you can stop it, that giddy giggle you get when you think you’ve met your soulmate in a stranger passing by. “he’s kinda cute. got pho on his face.”
“wipe it off for me?” yuuji leans in and you lick your thumb, swiping the corner of his mouth where sauce lies. “i want your number. be free on saturday for me please, i’m taking you out. you can’t say no.”
someone in the kitchen makes a sound of elation, the chatter in the restaurant ceases inquisitively but you’re too busy nodding a long with dream boat yuuji to care. you put your number in his phone and he texts you a time for your date so that you have his contact too.
“saturday, don’t be late.”
consider hot single girl summer cancelled.
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Summary: Yuji is the sweetest boyfriend ever, always willing to try anything if it makes you happy. Unfortunately, that becomes a problem when you ask him to do the one thing he's completely incapable of in bed.
Pairing: Yuji x Reader
Word Count: ~1.6k
Content: MDNI, fem! reader, fluff to smut, strong language, degradation (attempts), kissing & making out, Yuji is too sweet, AGED UP CHARACTERS
One thing about your boyfriend, Yuji, was that he was almost too nice. Throughout all the time you dated, the two of you have managed to barely fight, and when you did, Yuji would never raise his voice. He would just look at you with those big golden brown eyes and immediately apologize. He was the sweetest guy you’ve ever met, you know, in your heart, he wouldn’t dare to call you names or make you feel inferior to him.
So when you asked him to degrade you in bed, things got… interesting.
It has started innocently enough. Yuji was out getting takeout, and you were tangled up in his bed, watching some dumb romance movie on your laptop, when all of a sudden:
“You love this, don’t you, you fucking slut!”
The male lead’s voice echoes through the room, your stomach churning with an unmistakable heat. You let the movie continue to play, the female’s enthusiastic reaction only egging you on more. Your hands begin curling into the sheets, practically drooling over the idea. Imagining Yuji being that dominant and commanding sends a chill down your spine.
By the time the front door clicks open, the savory smell of the takeout already filling the apartment, your mind is made up. Yuji walks into the room, a big innocent smile on his face as he sets the bags of food on the nightstand. But, you can't help but stare at his muscular build, his big, broad shoulders, and thick, juicy legs. You close your laptop, eagerly pushing it to the side as you think about his muscular form dominating yours.
“Hey, babe, I got us some-“
Yuji’s words are swiftly interrupted by you lunging from the mattress and grabbing hold of his shoulders to drag him towards you. He gladly obliges, reaching for your waist and following you down into the bed. He guides you up against the pillows, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss.
After a moment, Yuji breaks the kiss with a hum, a small smile tugging at his lips as he looks down at you. “Wow, somebody’s excited,” he says, his face starting to turn a faint red, “I thought you were hungry?”
“I am,” you purr, slowly dragging your fingers down Yuji's chiseled chest to the hem of his shirt. Yuji reads the room immediately, his face flushing even brighter as he takes off his shirt. The second his muscles hit the lights, you can practically feel your pussy throbbing. I mean, you always found Yuji’s build attractive, but tonight, just the sheer volume of power he held in his form was doing something to you.
Once his shirt is off, Yuji immediately leans into you again, his warm chest pressing against yours as he moves to cup your cheek. Then, without hesitation, his mouth opens to shower you with praise. Usually, when the two of you had sex, Yuji was quite vocal, always having to tell you how beautiful you were and how amazing you felt, and you usually loved it, but you just had to shut it down.
“Babe, you’re so pretty,” Yuji mutters, his breath hot against your lips as he leans in for another kiss.
But instead of leaning in yourself, you tilt your head to the side, his lips catching your jaw instead. Yuji tenses up, momentarily freezing as he tries to figure out what happened. He pulls back, his eyes scanning your face with a confused glint.
“Babe?” He murmurs, his voice adopting a sad edge, the soft, tender register that usually makes your heart melt, “Did I... did I do something wrong?”
“No,” you say with a giggle, your hands migrating from Yuji's waist up to his ribs. You look up at him, batting your eyelashes as you observe how the light defines every hard line of his abs. “I just want to try something different tonight.”
Yuji’s eyebrows knit together, an undeniably cute crease forming between them. “Different how? Like, a new position or something?” He says, moving his hand from your face to scratch his head.
You take a deep breath, the heat in your stomach flaring as you attempt to explain to Yuji’s sweet, cute face, what you want. “Ok,” you laugh, looking away from Yuji for a second. “I want you to degrade me.” You say the words hanging in the room for a moment. Yuji’s face morphs into a mix between confusion and shock, but before he can even process your request, you continue. “Like call me names, throw me around, tell me what to do.”
Yuji’s face, which was already flushed, is now a bright red, his eyes widening with absolute bewilderment. “I.. wait,” he stammers, his voice cracking slightly. “So.. you want me to say bad stuff to you on purpose? But like you like it?”
You nod frantically, your stomach starting to do flips as you lick your lips. “Yes, exactly,” you say, reaching back up to Yuji’s shoulders. The contrast between your small hands and his massive frame is dizzying. “C’mon Yuu, you’re so big and strong,” you say, giving one of his shoulders a squeeze, “Just try it, for me?”
Yuji swallows hard, a look of intense concentration overtaking his features. He gives you a nod, “Whatever you want, babe!” He says with a big smile, “I totally got this!”
Without another word, Yuji leans down, adjusting his weight so his frame is looming just over yours. The physicality of it is incredibly hot, his massive frame blocking out the light and basically trapping you on the bed. His broad shoulders and warm chest feel incredibly imposing over yours, your pulse fighting as you wait for him to take full control.
Yuji’s eyes narrow, his lips brushing right against your ear, trying his absolute hardest to mimic the dark, dominating energy you want. And for a second, he actually nails it.
“Take your shirt off,” he commands, his voice dropping to a low, dominant register you’ve never heard before. His hand slides to grip your waist, squeezing you firm enough to make your breath hitch. Your hands practically fly to the hem of your shirt, Yuji giving you his best mean glare as you move to take it off. “Stop being so pathetic and do it right now.”
Your heart hammers against your ribs, your hands quickly pulling the shirt over your head. But while you’re occupied, you can’t see Yuji, who looks like he’s about theee seconds from washing his mouth out with soap. But when you look back at him, your skin is basically tingling, and all you can focus on is this new dominant side of your boyfriend.
Yuji’s eyes scan the black, lacy bra you’re wearing, and he has to physically restrain himself from complimenting your chest. Instead, he pins your wrists above your head, his massive hand easily locking them to the mattress. He leans in closer, his hot breath hitting your neck as he tries to summon the nastiest thing he can think of.
“Yeah.. just like that,” Yuji barks out, his face twisting into a strained expression, “You’re just.. you’re a total whore.”
The second the word hits the air, you feel your system flare with heat, but Yuji, on the other hand, is only filled with regret. His tough facade instantly crumbles, his eyes practically turning into dinner plates.
“And you're just lying here on my mattress looking so..” Yuji manages to spit out, his voice less gravelly and more high-pitched. “Undeniably beautiful and soft and just so perfect for me.”
The second those words left his mouth, the final thread of his dominant persona snaps completely.
“Wait, no! Damn it!” Yuji goes, his hand suddenly releasing your wrists to nervously comb through his hair. “That’s not what I was supposed to say!”
The sudden shift from Yuji calling you a whore to aggressively ranting about how beautiful you were made you freeze for a second. Then, you start to giggle, your hand flying to cover your mouth as your chest heaves. You cling to Yuji’s forearms, your whole body shuddering beneath him, in the complete opposite way of what you had hoped.
“Yuji!” You wheeze, trying to blink away the tears welling up in your eyes, “You cannot drop a line like that and then tell me I’m undeniably beautiful right after! That completely defeats the purpose!”
“I’m trying!” Yuji whined, all the fake dominant aura completely draining from his body. He lets himself collapse face first into the crook of your neck, letting out a defeated groan into your skin. His heavy forehead rests against your shoulder, Yuji wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you close. “I can’t do this!” He pouts, “I just could never bring myself to say such horrid things about you, baby.”
You laugh, your hand moving to the back of his head to press him further into your skin, “It’s ok, Yuu, you did so good,” you say, patting his head gently.
Yuji lets out a deep grumble, letting himself inhale your scent before lifting his head up to look you in the eye. “No, I’m so sorry, babe..” he says, his eyes wide and apologetic, “I’ll work on it, I promise!”
You let out a small chuckle, cupping Yuji’s cheek. “It’s alright, I like that you’re nice Yuu, I mean, how could I be mad at you for loving me too much?”
Yuji finally manages to crack a smile, his hands settling gently at your waist as he lets out a sigh of relief, “Thank goodness, because I don’t know if I could ever stop telling you how much I love you.” He says, his eyes slowly dropping to your lips.
You lean closer towards him, murmuring against his lips, “Think you can show me instead?” Before pulling him into another kiss.
Himbo!Yuji always liked to assist new students, and it was no different in your case. Or so you thought. On your first day, he insisted he should be the one to show you around. He also insisted your dorm should be near his. You thought he was just trying to make you feel comfortable.
Himbo!Yuji knew more about you than he probably should. Things you swore you never mentioned, he’d know all about. When questioned he’d just “You’re very memorable” then move on. You didn’t mind too much. He’s just a very passionate friend, right?
Himbo!Yuji listened to you talk about your niche interests for hours. You could be talking about Issac Newton’s school crush, and he’d be fully invested.
Himbo!Yuji would defend you from anyone who’d dare to make fun of you. When someone tried to force you to do their homework, they apologized to you on their knees the very next day. You had no idea why, but you did notice that Yuji had been talking to them yesterday.
Himbo!Yuji spent more time in your dorm than in his own that most people thought you were dating. He’d watch kids’ cartoons on your TV while you tried (and failed) to get him to study with you.
Himbo!Yuji invited you to his basketball practice. “It’ll be way more fun than reading about Issac Shakespeare or whatever his name is.” He said as he guided you out of the library. You expected to see Yuji’s teammates in the gym—maybe even his coach. But to your surprise, it was completely. “Yuji, where is every—“ You tried to ask, but you’re interrupted by
Himbo Yandere!Yuji covering your mouth with a towel. You try to scream, to squirm, to do ANYTHING.
But Yandere!Yuji would never let go of what’s rightfully his. “Shh,” he whispers as you slowly start to lose consciousness, “You’ll be okay. I’ll keep you safe… forever.”
Summary: Yuji is the sweetest boyfriend ever, always willing to try anything if it makes you happy. Unfortunately, that becomes a problem when you ask him to do the one thing he's completely incapable of in bed.
Pairing: Yuji x Reader
Word Count: ~1.6k
Content: MDNI, fem! reader, fluff to smut, strong language, degradation (attempts), kissing & making out, Yuji is too sweet, AGED UP CHARACTERS
One thing about your boyfriend, Yuji, was that he was almost too nice. Throughout all the time you dated, the two of you have managed to barely fight, and when you did, Yuji would never raise his voice. He would just look at you with those big golden brown eyes and immediately apologize. He was the sweetest guy you’ve ever met, you know, in your heart, he wouldn’t dare to call you names or make you feel inferior to him.
So when you asked him to degrade you in bed, things got… interesting.
It has started innocently enough. Yuji was out getting takeout, and you were tangled up in his bed, watching some dumb romance movie on your laptop, when all of a sudden:
“You love this, don’t you, you fucking slut!”
The male lead’s voice echoes through the room, your stomach churning with an unmistakable heat. You let the movie continue to play, the female’s enthusiastic reaction only egging you on more. Your hands begin curling into the sheets, practically drooling over the idea. Imagining Yuji being that dominant and commanding sends a chill down your spine.
By the time the front door clicks open, the savory smell of the takeout already filling the apartment, your mind is made up. Yuji walks into the room, a big innocent smile on his face as he sets the bags of food on the nightstand. But, you can't help but stare at his muscular build, his big, broad shoulders, and thick, juicy legs. You close your laptop, eagerly pushing it to the side as you think about his muscular form dominating yours.
“Hey, babe, I got us some-“
Yuji’s words are swiftly interrupted by you lunging from the mattress and grabbing hold of his shoulders to drag him towards you. He gladly obliges, reaching for your waist and following you down into the bed. He guides you up against the pillows, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss.
After a moment, Yuji breaks the kiss with a hum, a small smile tugging at his lips as he looks down at you. “Wow, somebody’s excited,” he says, his face starting to turn a faint red, “I thought you were hungry?”
“I am,” you purr, slowly dragging your fingers down Yuji's chiseled chest to the hem of his shirt. Yuji reads the room immediately, his face flushing even brighter as he takes off his shirt. The second his muscles hit the lights, you can practically feel your pussy throbbing. I mean, you always found Yuji’s build attractive, but tonight, just the sheer volume of power he held in his form was doing something to you.
Once his shirt is off, Yuji immediately leans into you again, his warm chest pressing against yours as he moves to cup your cheek. Then, without hesitation, his mouth opens to shower you with praise. Usually, when the two of you had sex, Yuji was quite vocal, always having to tell you how beautiful you were and how amazing you felt, and you usually loved it, but you just had to shut it down.
“Babe, you’re so pretty,” Yuji mutters, his breath hot against your lips as he leans in for another kiss.
But instead of leaning in yourself, you tilt your head to the side, his lips catching your jaw instead. Yuji tenses up, momentarily freezing as he tries to figure out what happened. He pulls back, his eyes scanning your face with a confused glint.
“Babe?” He murmurs, his voice adopting a sad edge, the soft, tender register that usually makes your heart melt, “Did I... did I do something wrong?”
“No,” you say with a giggle, your hands migrating from Yuji's waist up to his ribs. You look up at him, batting your eyelashes as you observe how the light defines every hard line of his abs. “I just want to try something different tonight.”
Yuji’s eyebrows knit together, an undeniably cute crease forming between them. “Different how? Like, a new position or something?” He says, moving his hand from your face to scratch his head.
You take a deep breath, the heat in your stomach flaring as you attempt to explain to Yuji’s sweet, cute face, what you want. “Ok,” you laugh, looking away from Yuji for a second. “I want you to degrade me.” You say the words hanging in the room for a moment. Yuji’s face morphs into a mix between confusion and shock, but before he can even process your request, you continue. “Like call me names, throw me around, tell me what to do.”
Yuji’s face, which was already flushed, is now a bright red, his eyes widening with absolute bewilderment. “I.. wait,” he stammers, his voice cracking slightly. “So.. you want me to say bad stuff to you on purpose? But like you like it?”
You nod frantically, your stomach starting to do flips as you lick your lips. “Yes, exactly,” you say, reaching back up to Yuji’s shoulders. The contrast between your small hands and his massive frame is dizzying. “C’mon Yuu, you’re so big and strong,” you say, giving one of his shoulders a squeeze, “Just try it, for me?”
Yuji swallows hard, a look of intense concentration overtaking his features. He gives you a nod, “Whatever you want, babe!” He says with a big smile, “I totally got this!”
Without another word, Yuji leans down, adjusting his weight so his frame is looming just over yours. The physicality of it is incredibly hot, his massive frame blocking out the light and basically trapping you on the bed. His broad shoulders and warm chest feel incredibly imposing over yours, your pulse fighting as you wait for him to take full control.
Yuji’s eyes narrow, his lips brushing right against your ear, trying his absolute hardest to mimic the dark, dominating energy you want. And for a second, he actually nails it.
“Take your shirt off,” he commands, his voice dropping to a low, dominant register you’ve never heard before. His hand slides to grip your waist, squeezing you firm enough to make your breath hitch. Your hands practically fly to the hem of your shirt, Yuji giving you his best mean glare as you move to take it off. “Stop being so pathetic and do it right now.”
Your heart hammers against your ribs, your hands quickly pulling the shirt over your head. But while you’re occupied, you can’t see Yuji, who looks like he’s about theee seconds from washing his mouth out with soap. But when you look back at him, your skin is basically tingling, and all you can focus on is this new dominant side of your boyfriend.
Yuji’s eyes scan the black, lacy bra you’re wearing, and he has to physically restrain himself from complimenting your chest. Instead, he pins your wrists above your head, his massive hand easily locking them to the mattress. He leans in closer, his hot breath hitting your neck as he tries to summon the nastiest thing he can think of.
“Yeah.. just like that,” Yuji barks out, his face twisting into a strained expression, “You’re just.. you’re a total whore.”
The second the word hits the air, you feel your system flare with heat, but Yuji, on the other hand, is only filled with regret. His tough facade instantly crumbles, his eyes practically turning into dinner plates.
“And you're just lying here on my mattress looking so..” Yuji manages to spit out, his voice less gravelly and more high-pitched. “Undeniably beautiful and soft and just so perfect for me.”
The second those words left his mouth, the final thread of his dominant persona snaps completely.
“Wait, no! Damn it!” Yuji goes, his hand suddenly releasing your wrists to nervously comb through his hair. “That’s not what I was supposed to say!”
The sudden shift from Yuji calling you a whore to aggressively ranting about how beautiful you were made you freeze for a second. Then, you start to giggle, your hand flying to cover your mouth as your chest heaves. You cling to Yuji’s forearms, your whole body shuddering beneath him, in the complete opposite way of what you had hoped.
“Yuji!” You wheeze, trying to blink away the tears welling up in your eyes, “You cannot drop a line like that and then tell me I’m undeniably beautiful right after! That completely defeats the purpose!”
“I’m trying!” Yuji whined, all the fake dominant aura completely draining from his body. He lets himself collapse face first into the crook of your neck, letting out a defeated groan into your skin. His heavy forehead rests against your shoulder, Yuji wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you close. “I can’t do this!” He pouts, “I just could never bring myself to say such horrid things about you, baby.”
You laugh, your hand moving to the back of his head to press him further into your skin, “It’s ok, Yuu, you did so good,” you say, patting his head gently.
Yuji lets out a deep grumble, letting himself inhale your scent before lifting his head up to look you in the eye. “No, I’m so sorry, babe..” he says, his eyes wide and apologetic, “I’ll work on it, I promise!”
You let out a small chuckle, cupping Yuji’s cheek. “It’s alright, I like that you’re nice Yuu, I mean, how could I be mad at you for loving me too much?”
Yuji finally manages to crack a smile, his hands settling gently at your waist as he lets out a sigh of relief, “Thank goodness, because I don’t know if I could ever stop telling you how much I love you.” He says, his eyes slowly dropping to your lips.
You lean closer towards him, murmuring against his lips, “Think you can show me instead?” Before pulling him into another kiss.
yuji was always open, honest with you. he expected you to reciprocate, but my, were you such a shy thing. it took you eight weeks to work up the courage to ask him out; while cute, he wishes he'd noticed the subtle signs you gave him when you two were coincidentally alone.
" hey, look ... you're keepin' up with me this time, yeah? " his voice vibrated against your neck, hand dipped into your panties underneath him — palm slapping your clit gently with his ring and middle pistoning in and out of your pussy, making his fingers luster and slick down to his knuckles.
silly thing about you was, you weren't one to verbally ask for what you wanted — what you needed from your boyfriend. you'd rather repress that oral temptation and give subtle hints as to what made your legs press together, shift your hips. luckily for yuji, your reposts were a good enough hint. reposting videos like such gave him something to work with.
" you liking this? " his canines dug into the side of your neck in response to your smaller hand tugging at his hair. " for once, you should be glad i was nosey, " he breathed, readjusting his hand to dig deeper. your panties were slightly too small, but that was on purpose. yuji sometimes bought you panties or bras a size down because they looked so tight on you, accentuating everything — very perverted of him.
" come on, tell me you like it. please? pretty please? " he cooed, coaxing you to a state of comfortability, as you were spending majority of the moment with your face in his shoulder. " you wanted this, right? you gotta tell me if i'm doing it right.. " he whined the last sentence.
he felt a meek murmur into his shoulder. " speak a little louder, " he whispered in your ear.
" mmh — i love it, yuu... " though still quiet, he heard you loud and clear. he actually heard you the first time; he just likes to poke fun at your sheepishness. his fingers still pistoned; harsher, his palm slapped against your clit and his fingers drove as deep as they could, curling into that sweet spot that made your legs clamp around his arm.
he taught you well; and the purpose of fingering you like this until you came all over his hand was just a way to engrave that into your brain. express yourself, don't repress yourself from now on.
I LOVE YOUR YUJI WORKS and i see u love yuji sm sm sm and i’m here to share a little earworm cuz it’s got me in a chokehold
yuji in boxers… like…. those tight boxers that don’t do anything to hide his outline……
AAUFHFHFHF FAT COCK YUJI
✩꒱ tighty whities — ft. yuuji itadori .ᐟ
🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ characters are adults. yuuji itadori & fem!reader. handjobs, big dick yuuji, counting the inches, roommates to lovers -> every once in a while yuuji pulls out his tightest, teeniest pair of underwear and every once in a while you’re curious enough to see what they’re hiding.
thank you sm friend! i love him so much i want to live between his heart and lungs sooo bad idk what this is im feeling Lustful.
yes yes yuuji in those sickening tight white undies. i feel like perhaps he bought them by mistake and only wears them when he’s out of his usual boxers. super tight, hugging the slender curve of his waist and perfectly outlining his girth even though it’s tucked away. you can clearly see whenever he leaks through them because the thin white fabric stretched over the meatiest parts of him barely conceals anything. a darkness patch at the seam always gives yuuji away.
he’d be kind of embarrassed about them, constantly adjusting himself around you, shifting because his balls are practically bursting through the threads. if you’re roommates or best friends, you’ve definitely seen them in the wash or the laundry you do together and he always snatches them up with blatantly obvious red cheeks because they’re stupidly small for him.
and for a while, you think that yuuji really is that small.
until you hear the way his short-term flings cry his name in bed like it’s the only prayer they know. until you start listening out for the quiet, whimpering praise he offers them when they take all of him so well, inch by inch like good girls.
one girl stops you by the fridge one morning, yuuji’s shirt clinging to her curves and covering the fingerpad shaped bruises on her hips. “i don’t know how you live with him without jumping his bones,” she’d giggled, reaching for your milk. “he’s got the whole package, you know?”
you start looking at itadori a little differently. your eyes fall from his face to his print when you greet him after work or in the mornings when he’s back from the gym — attempting to discern the type of underwear he’s wearing based on what shows through his sweats. and you’ve always been touchy with each other, you’re friends and he’s great for cuddles, but now when you’re relegated to his lap during movie nights with fushiguro and his girlfriend, todo and nobara, oh! and maki and yuuta — you can feel the difference in his girth pressed against every time he shifts.
when he’s got those little tight boxers on that struggle to contain his hard on. the one you both ignore.
it’s one of those same movie nights where you cross boundaries for the first time. nobara stays over, too drunk to go home and be on her own, so you offer up your room and hunker down with yuuji because todo’s got the couch this time. in the mix, you some how manage to convince your pink haired roommate that you sleep better when he’s around. not just because he sleeps naked, you know this — you’ve been waiting on it just to see if the rumours are true.
yuuji scratches the back of his neck sheepishly with a soft blooming blush as you undress for bed and you try not to be obvious when your eyes trace the hardlines of his body right down to his crotch. those stupid tight white boxers you can’t seem to ignore now.
“sorry, know it’s a lot.” because you keep staring and he keeps twitching underneath the fabric and you have no idea how to tell him he’s making your mouth water. “i can put some sweats on—?”
you’re all too eager when shake your head no. “i-it’s your room. sleep however you’re most comfortable!”
naturally you end up snuggled with itadori in bed. surrounded by him. an excuse to be close. yuuji in nothing but those evil little boxers and you in morning but his shirt. your face in his neck for safety from the horror movie you’re watching and his arm loose around your waist. and you really can’t help it, when his cock is sitting there all fat and heavy and weepy, kicking because the air in the room is against his feverish skin — your fingers dance down to the waist band playfully at first. you’re touchy. friends do this… but then they hit the sinful swirl of his pink happy trail and everything shifts.
lust starts to bubble within your eyes, usually so sweet and innocent. you just have to know if he feels as big as he looks in them.
yuuji exhales shakily. not looking at you. “you’re not watching the movie, are you?”
a hint. a chance. you take it. “can i touch it?” your ask is a breathless whisper — as light as summer’s breeze and barely there. like a figure in the night. touch him, rub on him, do everything you’ve been thinking about for months.
he’s already straining, clenched at the abdomen to keep himself from cumming from the friction against his inner seam. yet he grows under your inquisitive attention, throbbing in a dull rhythm that calls up your greed as though it were following the beating lull of a siren’s song.
yuuji’s cheeks glow warm in the dimness, a rose tinted flame in the dark. he swallows. “if you wanna… j-just be careful, yeah?”
that’s all it takes.
his head tips back in a filthy shameful moan — pink hair askew like the flutter of petals — and his throat bobs as he swallows down a flurry of curse words once your hand slips past the waistband. your grip curiously stretches the tightness of boxers as your tiny hand wraps around his fat girth. sticky, pulsing with arousal, prominent veins forming indents in your palm.
“you feel so big, yuuji,” your nose brushes his pulse point with the same gentleness you would with your lips for a kiss. it’s as if you’re trying to inhale his life force, tuck yourself impossibly closer. he feels swollen in your hand, cock beating as unsteadily as his heart, and he oozes premature white into the crevices of your finger prints. “sensitive too.”
“nngh, i know,” whilst itadori’s hips jump without his control and forces his length through your first, the weight of his crown drops to yours. the two of you share a view, your slippery hand in his near-see-through boxers doused with slick and precum beading from his sappy mushroomed tip. “s-sorry, fuck. ‘m just so hard and you’re so pretty and you smell so good.” he admits to you quietly in a high pitched whine, like a secret exchanged between two lovers at a rendezvous point. for your ears only. no one else gets to know how wrecked you have him.
the bulbous head of his cock is raw and red, shiny, as it peaks out from the elasticated band of his boxers — only because you’ve stroked him to full hardness. he no longer fits in the fabric. you thumb him there in comforting circles, spreading his arousal in the same manner that drool spreads across your tongue.
long, dark lashes flutter against your forehead like angel’s kisses and you squeeze around every inch that slides through your hold — sharing airy moans the more yuuji leaks against your tight knuckles. “you could make me cum like this, y-y’know? in my boxers like a — fuck — like a teenager,” yuuji stutters, chasing words that don’t make sense on his tongue. hips running after the solace your soft strokes. “makes me feel so filthy, but i’ve been waiting for you. t-to notice? how badly i’ve wanted it to be you touching me like this. i’d do anything for you. anything, baby girl.”
his honesty turns and twists your guts into feverish knots.
“then will you?” you purr artlessly. eyes on the string of drooly white leaking from his sensitive tip. “wanna see how much you cum too.”
“god yes, i can cum. i’ll cum for you. just —!” yuuji’s large hand slips around your wrist and he guides you. helps you tug on the parts of his dick that make him gargle and struggle for breath. he bucks upwards, chasing pleasure and the heavenly solace your fist has to offer. “that’s it, just like that. make me cum, been waiting for so long.”
you’re in awe of it all. the ripple of his abs as he thrusts, the way moans coil in between the letters of your name as they leave his lips. you touch yuuji like you were made for it, jerk him off as though it were instinct. squeezing him every time his hips draw back, circling his tip over and over in languid runs of your thumb around the world.
he takes that as a sign, permission to let go of the unravelling knot he’s been trying to hold together since first laying beside you. on instinct, like his body knows nothing else, he squeezes you tight against him — cheek smooshed against your crown, shaky loud and whimpers in your ear that have your own underwear damp and he snaps.
like a twig with little resistance to pressure.
“oh my god — baby, shit!”
yuuji’s release is sizeable, viscous like lava flow as it rockets hotly up his abdomen and pools amongst the ridges of his abs and belly button. white against gold. his underwear is positively soiled all the way through, crude stringy cum gathering amongst his balls and your wriggling fingers as you jerk him through his high. where his back bows towards the ceiling as though the heavens have come to collect his sweet soul and his thighs shake like his foundations are unsteady.
and even after all that, all the ropes of hot white that hit his skin — he’s still hard and swollen, monstrous in size that suddenly dawns on you as yuuji rolls you onto your back. landing on top.
his shoulders, as they heave, block out the glow of the movie playing behind him — crowding you against the pillows, acting as a shield to hide you away from the world and you feel him heavy against your tummy. cold with slick but heated with arousal at the same time.
your roommate grins, buzzing and slow. “how many inches is the biggest dick you’ve ever taken?”
“i don’t… know? i’ve never measured?” you squeak, suddenly flushed with a delicious mix of horniness and fear. “why?”
yuuji clicks his tongue then, big hand sliding up your face to cover your mouth — his free one guiding his erection between your now parted thighs.
“just wondering, how much of me you’ll be able to take tonight.”
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no matter where he goes, no matter what he’s doing, for some unknown reason, he always sees you.
it’s not always literal; sometimes it’s figurative. like the way that person orders their morning coffee at that cafe the two of you went to, liked to visit, or the way that person leans down to the local stray cat in the way that you would insist on doing every time you saw it or even the way someone sneezes and how he would always playfully tease you about it, much to your lighthearted chagrin. he’s not doing it on purpose, he muses to himself, it just happens like the way a fish knows to swim with the current in a river – naturally and on instinct.
the worst ones are when he actually sees you, in all your glory, standing there. just the sight of you alone is enough to have him winded as his heart stutters in a frail attempt to keep him alive. he swears you’re just as beautiful as the day you left him (or more aptly, when he made you leave him in a poor attempt to protect you from what he would become) or even more gorgeous if that is even humanly possible.
sometimes, yuji wonders if the universe itself is conspiring against him every time he sees you in some sort of cosmic bid to draw out his sufferings. however, that thought is quickly extinguished when his gaze drifts back to you, some hidden magnetism bringing him back to you, and he can’t tear his eyes away from you.
when you suddenly turn towards his direction, he freezes for a second before pulling the hood of his jacket to better obscure his face. a part of him questions if you really did see him, but you don’t. instead you shake your head and walk away from the ghost of him.
a sigh escapes his lips. he thinks it’s good that you didn’t see him; it’s better for both of you – for him to stay in the shadows and far away from your sight. this way, you can move on more easily if he’s there like a waking reminder of everything that was lost and could have been (like how you are to him).
fuck, even if by some miracle you were near enough to him for the two of you to have a conversation, he wouldn’t even know what to say. just the thought alone of having you there close enough to hear him, to touch, has his hands sweating and his heart palpitating. he’s sure his throat would close up and that he would fumble all over his words so badly that it would just be another wasted opportunity as you slip further and further away from him. (it’s what he deserves after all).
the moment when he lost you plays back in his head on repeat like some cursed film highlight.
“i think we should break up.”
you scoff, brushing his words off as you go back to absent-mindedly playing with his hands. “yeah, right. don’t joke around about stuff like that, yu. jokes are supposed to be funny.”
“i’m serious.” his tone is sharp and unfeeling, a far cry from the boy, now man, that you know and love. “i think we should stop seeing each other.”
the room’s temperature drops to zero the second the words leave his lips, as the two of you sit in silence processing them. it all fades into a blur of hot tears and pained shouts that make him wince every time he has to relive it in his mind – he tries to skip over it as best as he can, pressing fast forward on the metaphorical remote. that is, until he gets to your last words, which, for some reason, is where his mind refuses to skim past.
“hope you’re happy with this, yuji.”
a small part of him, made brutally bitter by the cruel passage of time and all its consequences, doubts if this might have been a curse placed on him by you in some sort of backwards twisted way. though it leaves as fast as it comes when he realises that this is the one curse he wouldn’t mind because it meant that he was still tied to you in some sort of gnarled string of fate.
he’s not a paragon; he knows that. in all honesty, he slipped a few times during the first few years, where he ran back into your warm embrace, and he could forget the weight of the world that he’s been carrying without you as his north star to guide him home. for some reason, you accepted him each time, and he wants to ask why you would even spare him a glance after everything, but he learns very quickly to not question good things. and so he chooses to pretend for just a moment that everything is as it should be – with you in his arms.
however, yuji always makes sure to slip away before you wake up, a final kiss goodbye on your forehead before he disappears back into the dark corners of society. because after all, you don’t deserve to be with this undying monstrosity he’s doomed to be. you deserve the antithesis of everything that he’s now fated to become; someone who can grow old with you, who can be there for you completely without having to owe their life to some grander cause than loving you, and above all, someone who isn’t him.
he ‘s stopped having birthday celebrations. hell, he’s even stopped counting the years. what’s the point by now? there’s no difference between this year and the next and so forth, so no reason to look forward to them or even acknowledge them more than one might note the temporary shift in the breeze before turning your attention to something better. yuji wonders how you would feel about this, knowing he used to insist on cherishing every single moment he had with you, birthday included, as a marker of the time he had with you.
anyway, if he still believed in birthday wishes, all his wishes would go to you.
most recently, the last time he saw your face was at hana’s funeral.
he’s hidden at the back of the congregation, far away from all the other mourners, that is, until you walk in and decide to take a seat three rows in front of him. even with a veil over your face, he could pick you out of a line up blindfolded fifty times over and over again. it’s bad, he knows, but for some reason, his eyes always dart to your left ring finger, and a sick giddiness fills his chest momentarily when he realises that it’s empty before the familiar feeling of grief and self-loathing floods his veins again.
he thinks this will be the last funeral he’ll go to for a while.
occasionally, when he does sleep, he gets to dream of something good instead.
“so, do you think we’d be like them, yu?” your fingers are entwined with his as the two of you exit the cinema in high spirits after watching a movie you’ve been dying to see for ages. there’s a rogue kernel at the edge of your lips, and yuji reaches out to brush it away with the soft touch of his thumb, the gesture is like second nature to him, and you fight the blush that grows on your cheeks.
“like who?”
you giggle softly at his question, clearly amused by his slight confusion. “duh, like the characters in the movie that we just saw. do you think we’d find each other no matter what, even if time itself was against us?”
“of course, baby!” he nods his head so enthusiastically, absolutely resolute in his words, you’re a bit worried he might sprain his neck in his fervour. “i’d even fight time itself for you!”
“you mean you would fistfight the intangible concept of time for me?” you raise an eyebrow at him, an incredulous expression on your face at his words.
fortunately for you, your expression doesn’t deter him; in fact, it does the opposite – it spurs him on even more as he goes on to excitedly detail how he would defend you from the evil clutches of time and in the end, the two of you would ride off into the proverbial sunset in loving embrace. this earns him a kiss from you, one that he eagerly returns as you melt into each other.
the problem, he soon learns, is that life is not a movie, and worst of all, yuji is not the shining movie star who gets the girl in the end and saves the world.
if it’s not a trip back to the past, he sometimes dreams of the future. in there, he sees a quiet life – maybe even a kid or two running around that look like the perfect mix of the two of you, but the most important thing is that you’re there with him, and in this world, nothing bad happens to you two. he didn’t leave; you stayed despite everything, including him, and best of all, you two were happy.
perhaps that could have been another alternate timeline, where there are no curses, no sorcery, no greater calling – just you and him as normal people working your way through the growing pains of life together. a world where his dying moments are when he’s old and grey, surrounded by family and friends, with your last thoughts being of each other and the life you both got to fully share.
the cruellest of them is when he questions if he could have had all that in this world, this lifetime, if only he were a little bit more selfish. but that’s the problem – itadori yuji doesn’t have a selfish bone in his body. he’d rather stab himself a hundred times over and cough out his bloody insides with every haggard breath if it meant that you were safe.
he loved you – no, he still loves you, more than you will ever know, and the truth of it is the reason that he had to let you go. unfortunately for him, this will be just a cross that he has to bear for the rest of his damned existence.
𓂃⋆.˚ yuji is the type of boyfriend who makes you feel loved without even trying. nothing feels forced with him. affection comes so naturally that half the time he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.
𓂃⋆.˚ he always looks genuinely happy to see you. it doesn’t matter if you’ve been gone for five minutes or five days, his face lights up the second he spots you and it’s impossible to miss.
𓂃⋆.˚ if you’re walking together, he’ll naturally match your pace without thinking about it. if you’re shorter than him, he’ll slow down. if you’re tired, he’ll notice before you even say anything.
𓂃⋆.˚ he loves holding your hand. not because he thinks it’s romantic, but because he likes being connected to you somehow. he’ll reach for your hand automatically while talking, crossing the street, standing in line, or just sitting next to you.
𓂃⋆.˚ yuji pays attention to the things that make you happy and quietly makes them happen whenever he can. he’ll remember your favorite drink, your favorite snacks, the songs you always replay, and the things that cheer you up when you’re upset. he could even remember your favorite socks pair or hair tie!
𓂃⋆.˚ whenever something good happens to him, you’re the first person he wants to tell. he’ll come running over with the biggest smile on his face just to share the news with you.
𓂃⋆.˚ he absolutely loves listening to you talk. it doesn’t even matter what the topic is. if you’re excited about something, he’s excited too. he’ll sit there smiling, asking questions, and getting invested in things he knew absolutely nothing about five minutes earlier. your happiness is his happiness.
𓂃⋆.˚ if you’re cold, you’ll have his jacket around your shoulders before you even get the chance to complain about it.
𓂃⋆.˚ he gives the beeeest hugs. not the quick, casual kind. the kind where he wraps both arms around you completely and squeezes you like he’s making sure you’re really there.
𓂃⋆.˚ yuji is naturally protective, but not possessive at all. he trusts you completely. he just wants to make sure you’re safe, comfortable, and okay. he’d do anything for you, anything! even if it means risking his own life.
𓂃⋆.˚ if you’re having a bad day, he’ll drop whatever he’s doing to be with you. he might not always know exactly what to say, but he’ll stay until you’re feeling better because leaving you alone when you’re hurting simply wouldn’t feel right to him.
𓂃⋆.˚ he worries about people more than he lets on, and that includes you. if you tell him you’ve arrived somewhere safely, you’ll practically be able to feel his relief through the screen. anytime you’re alone or going home he’ll always make sure you made it home safely or the area you’re in is crowded and lively. if he knows you’re anxious he’ll call you all the way to your appointment so you have someone to keep you company. he always says “talking helps” and he means it.
𓂃⋆.˚ he loves making you laugh. sometimes he’ll intentionally act ridiculous just to hear you giggle because seeing you smile immediately improves his mood. sometimes he just won’t notice how naturally silly he is, but as soon as he discovers that specific thing made you chuckle he’ll star doing it every day.
𓂃⋆.˚ whenever you’re upset with yourself, he’s the first person to remind you of all the things you’re good at. not in an exaggerated way either. he’ll list specific things because he genuinely notices them.
𓂃⋆.˚ he’s very physically affectionate without being overwhelming. an arm around your shoulders, his hand resting on yours, leaning against you while you’re sitting together, absentmindedly brushing your hair out of your face.
𓂃⋆.˚ yuji is the type who checks whether you’ve eaten before checking on almost anything else. he’ll always gift you big snacks packs from seven eleven and cover up the calories behind with the marker.
𓂃⋆.˚ if you’re tired, he’ll immediately tell you to rest. if you’re sick, he’ll worry ten times more than necessary and spend the entire day asking if you need anything.
𓂃⋆.˚ he gets excited about spending time with you no matter what you’re doing. a fancy date, a movie night, a trip somewhere new, or just sitting around talking all sound equally good to him as long as you’re there. he loves taking pictures of you during dates and printing them with his polaroid to fill his album.
𓂃⋆.˚ he would absolutely brag about you when you’re not around. not in an embarrassing way, but in the way someone talks about a person they’re genuinely proud of. he wants everyone to know you’re the best girlfriend ever!!
𓂃⋆.˚ whenever you accomplish something, he’s somehow even more excited than you are. he’ll celebrate every little victory like you’ve just won an olympic gold medal. he’ll show up with with whistles, confetti, mochi and a plastic trophy.
𓂃⋆.˚ yuji is surprisingly observant when it comes to your emotions. people sometimes mistake him for being simple because he’s straightforward, but he’s actually very good at noticing when something feels off.
𓂃⋆.˚ if you fall asleep next to him, he won’t move for ages because he doesn’t want to wake you up. even if his arm goes completely numb, he’ll just suffer in silence.
𓂃⋆.˚ he trusts people easily, but his trust in you runs deeper than that. you’re one of the few people he feels completely comfortable being vulnerable around.
𓂃⋆.˚ there are moments when his usual cheerful smile disappears and you can see how much he carries inside. during those moments, he doesn’t need advice or solutions. he just likes knowing you’re there with him.
𓂃⋆.˚ after everything he’s gone through, one of the things he values most is having someone he can come home to. someone who makes the world feel normal again. you’ll never catch him with a sad pout on his face, not even after the most traumatizing sorcery fight. he’ll always encourage a smile on his face every time he sees you. on one hand, it’s to not make you worry, while on the other it’s simply his nature to prioritize your happiness and safety before his. he’d eventually share details about what happened while you two are cuddling.
𓂃⋆.˚ for all his strength, all his courage, and all the impossible things he faces every day, yuji is incredibly soft when it comes to the people he loves. the way he looks at you, listens to you, worries about you, and celebrates you makes it obvious that loving you is never something he treats lightly. it’s one of the most important things in his life.
best friend yuji who you first met when you were 3 years old. he was a chubby little toddler who yelled at anything interesting that he saw. you don't remember much but your mom tells you that you always used to cling to yuji.
best friend yuji who would always ask his mom to bring you extra food when you guys were in elementary school. he'd happily give you his extra chocolate bar, his milk, his orange. whatever he had in his lunchbox, it'd end up in yours. he'd even peel the orange for you since you didn't know how to.
best friend yuji who was so happy when he knew you both were going to the same middle school. he hugged you tightly when you told him, nearly suffocating you.
"yuuu! t-too tight!" you gasp.
yuji pulls away, sheepishly.
"sorry... i'm just so happy" he smiles. his smile so bright, so cute.
best friend yuji who got popular in middle school. he was handsome, sporty and just soo kind. yuji was labeled 'tiger of west junior high'. the name made you cringe but it was true, but not in the way that everyone else thought. you thought that, yes, he looks like tiger. a small baby tiger, that was yuji, your yuji. all the girls had crushes on him, and annoyingly so. there'd always be a love letter in his locker, girls giving him chocolate and much more. despite all that, yuji was still your best friend. he never ignored you for others and was still by your side the whole time.
best friend yuji who was still popular in high school, probably even more popular. he was growing muscle and getting taller. he was the captain and ace of the football team. he got busier with football, clubs and studies. but still, he was your best friend. he'd still make time to hang out with you even when his schedule was jam-packed. that was the type of person he was. even when yuji was tired from practice, he'd still drive you to your favourite ice cream shop and buy you your favorite flavour.
best friend yuji who you love. you've always known you love him. you've loved him for a long time. but you just didn't wanna tell him. how can you tell your best friend you're in love with him? how can you tell him that at 3 years old, you saw his chubby pink cheeks and his gummy smile and fell in love with him?
best friend yuji who is now with you in college. he's still captain of the football team but he's bigger now, more muscular and taller. he towers over everyone and could easily pick you up with one arm. he's more handsome now too, his jawline sharp, his expression matured and yet, he still looks at you like you're his whole world, with his soft eyes that make you melt and your face red.
"are you okay?" yuji asks as he tries to examine your red face.
"i'm fine, yu" you quickly hide your face away. "it's just super hot."
"but it's autumn?" yuji says, dumbfounded.
best friend yuji who is so oblivious. he doesn't know why so many girls keep inviting him over, saying they want to have some 'fun'. he just thinks they want to hang out but he doesn't know them so he politely rejects them with a smile, while you stand there, feeling jealously pour into you.
"do you really not know what they're asking for, yu?" you ask, fed up watching girls flock over yuji, your best friend.
"hm? no not really" he pouts at your tone.
"you're so oblivious, yu" you sigh.
"i'm not!" he defends, slinging an arm around your shoulder as you guys walk.
if you weren't then you'd know i like you, yu.
you wanna tell yuji, your best friend yuji. you want to tell him how much you love him. it hurts to keep it from your best friend, how much you want him to be yours and for you to be his.
best friend yuji is in the middle of practice when he sees you standing near the bleachers. he tells his coach he'll be back soon and runs over to you.
"y/n!" he hugs you, sweaty and hot.
"yu..." you hug back, nuzzling into him.
he backs away, curious at your tone.
"is something wrong?" he asks. he always knows if there's something. it's his best and worst trait.
"i need to tell you something." you mumble, feeling the nerves creep up on you.
"okay. what is it?" he asks, already listening intently.
you look into his soft, large brown eyes. you can see yourself in them and suddenly, it hits you.
you've spent nearly your whole life with yuji. you've spent 16 years with him. it's honestly pathetic how you're only telling him now. you wonder now, in the 2 seconds it's been, what he'll say, what he'll do. but it's no use thinking that. you're gonna tell him now.
"i like you, yu."
his eyes widen.
"no... i actually love you." you correct yourself.
it goes silent, yuji stares at you in shock and you can feel tears sting your eyes but you hold them back.
yuji frowns and you know, you know what he's gonna say.
he looks away from you, unable to meet your eyes as he breaks your heart.
"i'm sorry y/n... i can't say i feel the same." yuji says, in the softest tone you've ever heard him talk in. if only he used that tone to say yes.
best friend yuji who rejects you and says sorry a thousand times after. he tries to hug you but you can't be near him any longer. you run away as his coach yells for him to come back.
yuji who you avoid after that. you don't reply to his texts, you ignore and avoid him on campus. and honestly, he soon disappears.
in the end, best friend yuji isn't your forever.
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author's note! just something i whipped up.. there's probably gonna be no fratgumi chapter this week or next week unfortunately ˙◠˙ so i made this instead. first time writing angst and yuji... do we like it? • ᴗ < it honestly hurt my soul to write it but whatever...
credits to @reveries0fmine for the inspo 🥹🥹 go read their works and go read the work i was inspired from here !! they're so good ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
──ᅠ𝒽𝗂𝗆𝖻𝗈ᅠᅠᅠ…ᅠᅠᅠboyfriend ! 𝐲𝐮𝐣𝐢ᅠᅠ𔘓ᅠᅠ
Ⳋᅠᅠ( has some dirty kinks )ᅠᅠ+𝟭𝟴
ᦏ ₊ 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 ˒ i think yuuji genuinely gets turned on by combining his botomless stomach with sex , so eating food off your body or you eating off his really gets him going 𓈒 he’ll probably cover your tits n’ tummy in whipped cream , strawberry filling or chocolate ice cream , n’ then proceed to lick a fat stripe from your pelvis up to your chin, leaving thick wads of spit behind with how much he’s drooling over the sight of you naked n’ the sweetness of the treats mixed with the natural taste of your body 𓈒
he’ll also let you pour whatever you want on his cock 𓈒 he’ll love to feel your warm mouth sucking eagerly on his dick and balls as the liquids slowly mix with salty beads of pre ── gets him all whiney and needy 𓈒 though if you eat directly from his abs , it’ll surely tickle him n’ make him laugh the whole time , his cheeks will end up painted in a pretty rosy tone that will only make him look cute as hell 𓈒
ᦏ ₊ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇 ˒ he definitely has a massive kink for showing off how easily he can lift and toss you around 𓈒 there’s a reason behind all those training sessions at the gym after all ── to show you that, indeed, he can bounce you up n’ down his length with only the sheer strength of his arms without breaking a sweat , whispering in awe: “see, baby? you’re so light for me… i gotcha’.”
bonus points if you call him your big, strong boy ── he’ll flood your insides almost instantly 𓈒
ᦏ ₊ 𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ˒ yuuji is canonically insanely strong n’ physically gifted , athletic in every sense of the word , n’ he knows it. but he’s also aware that he’s definitely not the smartest person around ── that’s exactly why calling him your “dumb pretty boy” while jerking him off will turn him into a squirmy mess 𓈒
he also likes when you tell him he’s only good for his muscles n’ hefty shaft, so if you ride him n’ coo sweetly “that’s it, baby—fuck! you use that big cock so well even if your brain’s empty,” expect him to lose his mind completely n’ start bucking his hips up to slide deeper inside 𓈒
he has a massive praise kink tied to this as well 𓈒 the contrast of being called stupid while being praised melts his brain completely 𓈒
ᦏ ₊ 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 ˒ yuuji is hung like a fucking horse n’ he’s weirdly into measuring it against your body 𓈒 he’s likely to lay his heavy cock on your stomach and stare , murmuring , “baby , look how big it is… i’m gonna reach so deep , aren’t i?” n’ he’ll definitely draw with a sharpie a line that shows how far he reaches in your tummy 𓈒
he loves when you compare the size of your hand to his as well 𓈒 ‹𝟹
ᦏ ₊ 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 ˒ yuuji likes , likes , likes the scent of your perfume , body wash n’ shampoo 𓈒 you always smell so sweetly n’ comforting to him ; naturally , he’ll adore that aspect of you 𓈒 however , there’s something so alluring in the natural smell of your body after a long day of college 𓈒 he’ll definitely steal some of your panties to get a taste of the lingering musk on the fabric , just to have… inspiration for when he needs it 𓈒
he’ll also get fucking turned on if , after a practice with his college team or a workout sesh , you don’t care about his definitely sweaty smell and bury your face in his slightly damp neck 𓈒 he’ll be all “sorry, baby, i know i’m gross right now” or “lemme take a shower real quick so we can cuddle up all you want” n’ then let out a high-pitched moan if you actually lick a wide line in his neck n’ admit that his post-workout smell is hot 𓈒
synop: You and Yuji have grown very close, yet you haven't truly labeled your relationship. After meeting an old acquaintance, Yuji realizes he holds a more possessive view over you. He decides to show you that you feel the same.
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includes: moduloyuji x f!reader, curse user! reader, angst, age gap, possessive behavior, making out, sex, smut, forced orgasm, creampie, dirty talk
a/n: I can't get enough of modulo yuji. Gimme that old man rn. This is smutty, so no minors!
After weeks of rain, the weather had dried up. Not a single cloud dotted the sky as the sun warmed your skin. Stepping onto the crosswalk, you let out a small, content hum. A soft smile danced on your lips, a sight that had the man beside you's heart melting. A warm hand found its way to yours, grasping lightly. You turned to look up at Yuji who had an uncharacteristic gentleness in his expression. It was something you had seen before, but only in the privacy of your bedroom or a back alley. He never let himself look so vulnerable in public before. Typically he tended for a solemn expression. One where his lips were pressed tightly together and his eyes looked off into the distance with a steely gaze. However, things had changed between the two of you, which appeared to have translated into his public persona. You didn't know how to feel about that.
When you reached the other side of the street, you glanced at your hand held in his. The sight had your chest buzzing with warmth. This new affection shouldn't have really felt that intense to you. After all, you had been in significantly more intimate moments with the man. Still, this felt different. Like he wanted more… The thought had your stomach tightening. You had confessed your love for each other, but left it at that. Nothing more had been established, and both of you appeared to be okay with that. But it really was just an appearance, at least for you.
The truth was, you did want more with Yuji. You knew that would be asking a lot out of the man, so you just kept it inside. After all, he was significantly older than you and expected to age significantly past your lifetime. There was also the fact that you were a clan leader from another country and would be expected to return within the next two years. This thing, relationship, whatever you labeled it, it wouldn't work. It couldn't work. You had too many expectations and a position to fill. He was a legend that stayed in the shadows to avoid the skeptical eyes of Jujutsu society. So, it was best to just ignore that unfulfilled feeling that would occasionally bloom in your chest. It would go away eventually, you hoped.
"Whatcha thinkin' about?" Yuji's voice broke you out of your thoughts.
Your attention was brought back to the presence, making your gaze return to your hands held together. His skin against yours felt like a searing heat, that shot a shock through your body. Looking back up at him, you opened your mouth, but you didn't know what to say. Sighing, you shook your head. "It's nothing. Just dazed out for a bit."
"Okay." You could tell he didn't believe you, but he wouldn't press you right now.
You scanned each others' faces, trying to see who could get the proper read first. You still hadn't grown used to Yuji's youthful appearance. Despite understanding why, it always shocked you when you could see the age within his eyes. The sharp jaw, full head of hair, and clear skin couldn't truly mask what he was. Yet, your brain still felt odd at the sight. All at once you could see the truth while also accepting the visible illusion. Despite that, you loved him all the same.
Yuji had his own conflicting feelings surrounding age. He didn't feel like he was wrong for going after you, but did feel odd at times. There was still so much life for you to live, and he felt as if he was stealing that youth from you. You did your best to confirm that your relationship was something you actively wanted and participated in, but Yuji wasn't going to lie about the clear power imbalance between the two of you. He knew you never saw an imbalance because of your status within Jujutsu society, believing that your claim to the head of a clan granted you some type of wisdom or prowess that made you closer to an equal with the man. Deep down, you knew that you were only humoring yourself to come up with an excuse to give yourself permission to accept this. So, you continued to feign ignorance.
"It's a beautiful day." You broke the silence, looking up at Yuji expectantly.
"I thought you liked the rain?" His thumb trailed over the top of your hand.
"I do. But I can still appreciate a sunny day." You titled your head up to catch the warmth on your face and fluttered your eyes shut.
Yuji grinned at the sight. The light illuminated your face with an ethereal glow that had you looking angelic. The content curl of your lips looked so sweet and utterly kissable. When you slowly blinked open, he held back a gasp as the color of your eyes was brightened by the sun. They glimmered with anticipation for the prospect of something new, full of hopefulness. Hopefulness for what, neither of you knew. Yet, it was still there and alluring. He felt as if he could stare at you for days in this state.
Cocking your head to the side, you gave him a confused look. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah." He didn't stop looking at you, entranced by your appearance.
Yuji didn't care that you caught him staring. It was something that he did quite often. Sometimes it was to read you, but most of the time it looked as if he was memorizing you. His eyes always followed a pattern as they trailed over you, like they could scan your information to be permanently marked in his mind. Starting at your eyes, his gaze would sit for a moment, then they would drift to your lips. He would trace the outline of your face, then return to your eyes. Those sparkling irises of yours were colorful pools that he gladly drowned in. They were the most important thing for him to remember, because right now, despite your youth being stripped from you, you still had so much life in them. You didn't know if you wished to question the implications of that notion.
Today you were on a rare outing together. You were in great need of groceries and wanted fresh produce. Lucky for you, there were a few farmers markets to choose from in the city. Since Yuji had become a frequent guest of yours, he asked to tag along. Though you didn't mind it, he felt a little bad for not reciprocating your generosity as a host. He hoped he could make it up to you by assisting in your next grocery run.
"I was thinking of making a curry and a cucumber salad tonight." You said as you reached the entrance to a large farmers market. "Is there anything else you'd like in it?"
"Oh, um, I guess beef for the curry?" Yuji could feel his mouth water at the thought of your cooking.
"Sounds good." You nodded, and internally winced as you felt your stomach tighten again. This felt too domestic, like you were actually a couple living together. Playing house, that's what this was. Behaving as if you were in a true partnership with a future that involved you remaining together.
How silly that a small discussion over dinner plans had your mind rushing away. Each time you were reminded of what you were not, you always turned to the idea of what could be. And each time it had your stomach knotting up. Despite the nausea, you couldn't help but think about it. If you were normal, this would be so easy to handle. You could just be a young person in love, creating a mundane future with your partner.
However, that was a future that could not be. Ultimately, your thoughts would return to the truth. Images of the curses you fought, your cursed technique, the almost fatal injuries you received, the true power Yuji held. All of these were anything but a "normal" lifestyle. Normal for a sorcerer, sure, but you didn't really want that for yourself. Many wanted power, but it was always a battle to maintain it. No rest for the cursed, including yourself. Clenching your fist, you swallowed down the bitter taste at the back of your throat. There was no use in thinking about it. So, you shook yourself off and continued with your tasks.
At the market, you took in the sights and smells. Many people bustled about, some dragging children behind them. Tons of stands lined the streets, all filled with various goods for people to peruse. Lifting your nose, you sniffed out the best produce. Yuji watched you with amusement. He always enjoyed witnessing the skills you had developed with your technique. Oftentimes it was very cute.
"I can smell some really good tomatoes a few stands down." You said, giving the air another whiff.
Following the scent trail, you ended up in front of a large vegetable stand. There was quite the crowd surrounding it, confirming your belief that the stand held fresh items. Peering over people's shoulders, your eyes were drawn to a large pile of bright red tomatoes. Squeezing through the crowd, you were able to reach the produce. Again, Yuji watched as you took your time carefully inspecting the tomatoes. Gently, you held each item in your hand. Sucking in your cheek you scanned them for any major bruising. Eventually you ended up purchasing some and moved on to gather your other ingredients.
"I heard an old lady say something about a stand with good eggplants, I think that could go we–" You suddenly stopped speaking, feeling a cold prickle at the back of your neck.
Beside you, Yuji went stiff as well. Connecting eyes, you had come to the same conclusion. There's a curse nearby. It felt like it was a fairly large one too. Nodding at each other, you made your way to an alley. Once out of sight, you let your ears appear and tails unfurl. In this state, your senses were extremely heightened. Yuji was very good about sensing cursed energy, but with large crowds, you were better at pinpointing exact locations.
"It's not in the market itself." You sniffed the air. "But is heading that way. It's two alleys over." You pointed south.
Yuji took the shorter route to the area while you took the back alleys to keep your technique going. Skittering to a stop, you saw a grotesque, spherical cursed spirit. It was a pulsing purple mass with one large red eye and gaping maw. Slapping his hands together, Yuji shot out a spear of blood. The cursed wheezed out something about "money" before squealing. A red line shot through it then circled back to hit it again. A final hit through its eye had the spirit melting into black ash.
On the opposite side of the alley, Yuji shoved his hands into his pockets. He appeared more irritated than concerned. Though, that didn't really surprise you. While he felt it was his duty to protect non-sorcerers, Yuji didn't particularly enjoy having to do so. Today especially he had wished to stay away from that trouble, hoping to enjoy a rare outing with you.
"Wow, that was fast!" A voice piped up behind you, startling you.
Your body whipped around, tails rearing back to attack any ambush. When you saw the person who spoke, your tails lowered. A young man had his hands up to show he didn't mean ill intent. Taking a closer look at him, you realized he was an acquaintance of yours.
"Tamura?" You quirked a surprised brow.
"Canis!" They gave you a polite bow that you returned. "It's been awhile."
"Yeah. That mission in Harajuku." You felt your skin crawl at the sight of the man. It had been awhile since you had last seen him, and you had hoped to keep it that way. Seemed that fate had other plans.
"Who's this?" Yuji walked up, standing next to you. He felt an unpleasant aura from the man that had arrived.
"Tamura, Kenta, pleased to meet you." The young man gave Yuji a bow, to which he returned as well. "And you are?"
"Niijima, Yuji." You responded quickly before Yuji could, making both of the men give you the side eye.
"It's nice to meet you. Though I've never seen a Niijima use piercing blood before." Kenta raised a brow at you.
"I'm related to the Kamo family on my mother's side." Yuji added. "Though I've never really been part of the clan." Yuji held back a sigh. You knew his disdain toward the bureaucratic bullshit within Jujutsu society, and could feel his irritation radiating off of him. "How do you know each other?" Yuji asked.
"He went to Kyoto while I was at Tokyo. We've been on a couple of missions together. His reversed cursed technique is very strong." You nodded at Kenta.
Kenta walked closer to you, then pat you on the shoulder. "We've been quite the team, haven't we?"
Yuji clocked the physical action, looking to see how you responded. Quickly, you maneuvered to slide his arm off of your shoulder. Yuji held back a snicker as he watched you visibly recoil. While he was glad at your response, he still felt an odd sourness in his gut at the man's physical approach to you. It appeared that Kenta didn't mind, taking the physical rejection on the chin.
"I guess we've worked well together." You paused, remembering why you were in the alleyway in the first place. "Wait, were you here to exorcise that curse?"
"Yeah. My partner ran off somewhere. We couldn't figure out the exact location of its cursed energy." Kenta now acted bold, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to squeeze you in a side hug. "Good thing my favorite fox was here to help." He jostled you around before you pushed off of him.
"Well, I can't take that credit. Yuji was the one to take out the curse. I only sniffed it out." You waved him off.
"But if you didn't find the curse, then he couldn't have stopped it. Don't sell yourself short, Canis." He placed his hand on your shoulder, giving it a pat.
"Yuji could've handled it on his own." Your ears twitched with irritation. Of course Kenta would attempt to shift the conversation that way.
"I'm sure he could." Kenta's hand remained on your shoulder as he glanced up at Yuji. He didn't appear phased when Yuji subtly glowered down at him.
Yuji's jaw ticked as he continued to watch your interaction. Can't this guy take a hint? You were clearly uncomfortable with his physical touch. It had Yuji wondering what missions were like with this guy. He doubted it was pleasant. Yuji knew you could handle things on your own, but damn did he want to step in on this. That sour taste was developing on his tongue the longer this went on. It was a feeling Yuji hadn't felt in a long while, but had recently begun to rear its ugly head ever since you came around.
"Well, we should be off." You said, looking to Yuji. "Lots more groceries to get."
"I see. That's the busy woman I remember." Kenta chuckled. "You have gotten much prettier than I recall though." You felt Kenta's eyes rake over your body, making you internally cringe.
Was that supposed to be flirting? You questioned, brows furrowing with confusion. "Uh, thanks."
"You know me. I'm just an honest guy." He chuckled to himself. "We should hang out some time. Catch up a bit, you know?" He grinned at you, raising his brows expectantly.
"We'll see…" You chuckled awkwardly.
"You did say she was a busy woman." Yuji looked down at Kenta, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
"I'm sure you could carve out some time. Couldn't you?" Kenta stepped even closer to you.
"M-maybe." You felt trapped, you didn't want to be rude, but you also very much did not wish to interact with this creep. He had always been off putting, but this was a bit much. You wondered if he got leveled up a grade and it had gone to his head. Regardless of the reasoning, you were extremely uncomfortable. Yet, diplomacy among other sorcerers had basically been beaten into your brain as the next clan leader, so you felt like you had to be nice.
"Look, kid." Yuji had dealt with this for long enough. Clearly the guy either obtuse, or didn't care about your discomfort. He moved forward, blocking Kenta from approaching you further. "She's not interested."
"And how would you know?" Kenta scoffed. He eyed Yuji up and down, locking his gaze with him. When their eyes connected, an icy chill ran down Kenta's spine. Something was off about this guy.
"Because I'm her boyfriend." He crossed his arms again, giving Kenta a challenging look.
Neither of them could see your reaction to Yuji's words. When Yuji stepped in, you felt a flare of irritation. Now you were taken aback with your eyes wide and cheeks heated. Boyfriend?! Did he really just say that? Yuji was probably just saying that to get Kenta off of your case, right? That had to be it.
"Oh! I didn't know that." Kenta stepped back, feeling himself shiver. He now realized what was so off about the man. His cursed energy output was off the charts. He must've been suppressing it when they first greeted each other. Now it was radiating off of him excessively. "I-I apologize for my forwardness." Kenta didn't know what else to do but bow to Yuji again.
"We appreciate it." Yuji stepped back, wrapping a strong arm around you and pulling you close. "Have a good afternoon." With that, Yuji maneuvered you toward the alley exit.
Before exiting, you dropped your cursed technique. Back on the street, you turned to Yuji. A mix of confusion and irritation furrowed your brow. The man looked at you expectantly, looking like he was ready for you to ream him out. The sight of his patient expression had your irritation spiking. Instead of doing what he expected, you turned around with a huff. "Thanks for helping with the curse." You glanced at him over your shoulder, seeing his jaw tick.
"No need to thank me." He said, sidling up to you. His expression tightened even more when he recognized that your irritation was now directed at him.
"I'm gonna get that eggplant." You said, then sniffed the air for the best stand.
Despite your irritated state, Yuji stayed close to you. When he reached for your hand, you didn't let him take it. He sucked in a breath as you stuck it to your side. Looking at your expression, he felt his stomach sink. Your face was stony as your eyes zeroed in on the item you were looking for. Not a single glance was sent in his direction.
This really shouldn't have mattered to him all that much. You were just frustrated, and you had the right to be. However, he was growing irritated with himself over his feelings regarding your feelings. He was just doing something to help, it wasn't malicious. Sure, you didn't ask for his aid, but what you were doing didn't appear to be working. Of course he was going to step in, you should have known that. You know him, or at least he thought you did.
You were stewing in your own thoughts. Yuji was just helping, you did know that. However, you hated the fact that he felt like he needed to step in. Like you couldn't fight your own social battles. You could, you knew you could. Because he decided to butt in, you felt a weakness within you. Legendary Yuji Itadori had to protect you, and it wasn't even a real battle. It only involved a dumbass from high school that couldn't take no for an answer. And you couldn't muster up the guts to just say it yourself. All because of the stupid bureaucracy of the clans. No wonder Yuji disliked it, you allowed yourself to be weak in order to save face in a conversation.
As quickly as you could, you found the produce you were searching for and purchased it. Right now, you just wanted to get home. Though you had implied an invite to dinner, you were seriously reconsidering it. You had a feeling if you spent more time alone with him your irritation would only grow. The last thing you wanted was to blow up on him. It was best to just keep this festering frustration within you and expel it some way on your own.
While you collected the eggplant, Yuji couldn't help but focus on that sourness brewing inside his gut. He had tried to ignore it, but now it came out in full force. In public, he couldn't help but notice the way others looked at you. He wasn't the only one that saw your ethereal beauty and recognized it as such. With the idea at the forefront of his mind, he saw the many eyes turn toward you, the occasional touch on your forearm as an "apology" for bumping into you, the unexpected greetings from strangers. That damned Kenta had made it apparent for Yuji: he was jealous, but that wasn't all of it, was it? No, it was something else. Something that made him claim that he was your boyfriend. It felt like a childish title, but it was the closest wording he could find to make sure that others recognized you as his.
This wish for possession didn't start today. It had always been there really. Yuji had done a good job at keeping that part of himself tamped down. You giving part of yourself to him was enough. Yet, like the other times, he recognized that it truly wasn't enough for him. It started with accepting that he wanted to have you in some capacity. Then he pulled that confession of love from your lips. But that couldn't keep that ever growing need within himself. He didn't just want to have you, he needed to have you.
As he watched you in the market, Yuji came to an internal conclusion. He was a selfish man. A selfish man that was going to have you. Because he knew that you wanted him too, but your personal convictions and need to satisfy others needs held you back from allowing yourself that privilege. Yuji wasn't just possessive over you when it came to strangers, he wanted to have all of you to himself. The damned Canis clan and Jujutsu society as a whole had your life planned out in a way that would eventually pull you away from him. He realized he couldn't have that. In order for him to be truly selfish, he needed you to be selfish too. He needed you to throw caution to the wind, and let him truly have you.
If age had taught him anything, it was that there really was nothing to lose except for yourself. In the end, those that you loved would fade away. The best thing you could do was allow yourself the freedom to enjoy the experiences while you could. Yuji knew that you too would be one of those many faces that ended up leaving him, he preferred that didn't occur while you were still present on Earth. While you were here, he was going to be selfish with you. He didn't want to make that mistake again. To let others fade before he could ever really be with them.
Neither of you spoke much on your way back to your apartment. In your head you tried to script out a nicer rejection so you could send Yuji home without causing any harm to your relationship. As you stood on the train, you tried to map out various conversations and predict their outcomes. However, it was hard to think with your body pressed against Yuji's. His hand rested on your waist, thumb rubbing soft circles against you that send shivers up your spine.
Reaching your apartment, Yuji helped you carry your groceries inside. When he set them down, he turned to you, ready for your instructions. Looking down, you twiddled your thumbs. Your stomach sank as you tried to form a proper excuse to kick him out.
"I-I think I want to be alone tonight." You said softly. "If that's alright."
"No." Yuji's tone was dark. His body went stiff, lips pressing tightly together.
"What?" You looked up at him with surprise.
"No." Yuji crossed his arms. "I'm not leaving."
"Excuse me?" The nervousness in your voice now turned into a familiar irritation. "You don't really get a say in that, considering this is my place."
"Do you actually want me to leave?" He cocked his head to the side, giving you a challenging stare.
"Yes." You straightened yourself out.
"Why?"
"I-I don't know. I just want to be alone."
"I don't think you do." He walked up to you, making you step back slightly.
"You don't know what I think." Your eyes narrowed.
"Yes I do." He smirked as your brows raised. "Tell me the actual reason why you want me to leave."
Sucking on your tongue, your brows furrowed. You hadn't come to a conclusive way to explain why you wanted the man out. Which he clearly knew. Damn, you both loved and hated how well he could read you. It appeared that you would have to go with giving him the truth.
"I'm not particularly happy with you at the moment." You crossed your arms with a huff. "Is that enough?"
"Nope." He chuckled as you shot daggers up at him. "Why aren't you happy with me?"
"Because you decided to speak for me!" You blurted, dropping your arms.
"It looked like you were pretty uncomfortable. I thought I should step in."
"You thought wrong." You shook your head at him. "I was handling it."
"Were you?" Yuji stepped closer to you. "It looked like you were trying to play nice with him."
"I have to keep some decorum with other sorcerers." You huffed incredulously. "I'm representing the clan."
For some reason, he decided to ask a question that would surely make this conversation grow worse. "Is that why you lied about my name?"
"Seriously?" Your voice had an edge to it.
"Yes. It's not like I'm actively hiding."
"Well, maybe I'm trying to." This conversation likely had to happen sooner or later. While you didn't particularly wished to have it now, it was happening.
"Why?"
"Yuji, you're literally a senior citizen and a Jujutsu legend. If people found out your real identity and knew we were together…"
"You think someone's gonna tattle on you to some higher up in your clan?" He rolled his eyes at you, feeling that sourness grow more intense.
"Yes! That is exactly what would happen!" You hissed. "I'm already on thin ice with the elders. If they found out about this…" You motioned between yourself and Yuji.
"What could they do? You're the leader."
"I still have rules to follow!"
"Like what?"
"For one, I'm technically not supposed to be dating anyone at all. My mother is supposed to arrange a spouse for me." You shivered at the thought.
"You still haven't told me what the consequences of these supposed sins are." Yuji's expression was stern and unconvinced.
"Just because you don't care about what happens among sorcerers doesn't mean that I'm not affected."
"Or maybe you're just allowing it to happen."
Clenching your fists, your fingers bit into your palms. Your mind raced at the thought of what would happen back home if people learned of your affairs. Yuji was somewhat right, there weren't any material consequences. No one could actually take the seat of the Canis head from you since you held the cursed fox spirit. However, there could easily be social consequences. Your clan held a lot of power within Jujutsu society in your home country, if you stepped out of line the other clans could try to usurp that power through slander and undermining your authority due to your lack of adherence to tradition.
Though Yuji had been explicit in his disdain for the system within Jujutsu society, he wasn't an idiot. He definitely knew there were social consequences. It seemed that he didn't really care about those either. It reminded you of the way your grandmother spoke of Satoru Gojo. His prowess made him invincible when it came to Jujutsu politics. It was the same for Yuji. No one could feasibly stop him from doing as he wished. Did he think that was granted to you as well? Or maybe he thought that his own power could make it so none of the structures in your world actually mattered. If you were with him, you had his power too.
Shaking you head, you scoffed at yourself. Absolutely not. You couldn't accept that. You had duties to fulfill, you couldn't have him assist you like that. No.
" I just do what I'm told. That's how it's always been." You shook your head with a sigh. "You said it yourself, we're just cogs in a machine. I just happen to be a large one that keeps others turning."
"You don't have to be." Yuji said, looking at you with a knowing sadness. "And you know that." He gently cupped your cheek. "You're just scared to try."
Your eyes shifted away from his gaze, he was right. Of course he was, that was never a surprise. "I just don't know how to start." You muttered.
"You could start by being with me." He offered with a small smile, but it made your stomach sink.
"Oh. I see." You scoffed at yourself. He had confirmed your conclusion about his power. Ultimately, this is what he wanted out of you.
"What?" Yuji was taken aback by the sudden shift in your demeanor.
"You just want me to yourself." You sighed. "And you want me to use you to get me out of my responsibilities. Because it's easier to force your way into what you want, isn't it?"
"That's not–"
"Then what is it? Sure, I know you don't care much for the system within Jujutsu society, but did you think that I would just fall into that mindset too?"
"I want you to think about yourself for once." Yuji's gaze had grown cold and steely. You could feel his power reverberating off of him as his hand roughly grabbed your chin. Part of you thought you should feel terrified, but instead you felt a thrilling rush flow through you. "I know you want things too. You're just too concerned about literally anyone else to actually care to want them."
"Is that why you called yourself my 'boyfriend?'" You knew that you were deflecting. "Because you thought that's what I want?"
"No. I did it to get that guy off of your ass. I had a feeling he would respect that you were taken." Yuji's teeth were bared, sending another thrill through you.
"So you want to take me?" You looked up at him through your lashes.
"Yes." Yuji wasn't going to allow you to push back against this. You were going to admit what you wanted one way or another, and you knew he would manage to pull it from you. "And I know you want me to have you. Just like I want you to have me."
"I want you to go home, Yuji." You lied through your teeth. Oh how badly you wished for him to stay, to force you to do something about the situation that you had allowed yourself to remain in.
"And I told you I won't be." Yuji ripped you up to face him, the grip of his hand had your chin aching. His breathing had grown labored, fanning your face in a tempting warmth. "Do you need me to show you what you want?" He spoke lowly, but there was a tenderness in his eyes. Just like those other times, he was willing to teach you. However, he wasn't going to do it without your permission.
"Do what you want." Your eyes glimmered with that hope that Yuji loved to see.
Yuji's kiss was searing hot against your lips. It didn't matter how hard he was gripping your face when you could taste the desperation on his tongue. Yuji lapped at your tongue, tasting your longing. Together you groaned at each other's tastes, tangling together to swallow down the essence of your emotions. You caught your breath then whimpered as Yuji took the opportunity to nip at your lower lip. This wasn't loving in the way that Yuji had loved you before. No, this was something more feral. You and Yuji's base desires that you would drown in together. You were going to take each other, but this taking was satiating a hunger that both of you had pushed away for too long now. He was going to force you to actually be selfish, to claim everything you wanted for yourself.
Yuji's hands moved down your body and lifted your thighs around his waist. His tight grip had you shivering against him. Lips still locked together, he walked you to your bedroom. When he set you onto the bed, he went for your clothes. Easily he ripped off your shirt and your bottoms. He also made away with your underwear to leave you bare. The only article he removed was his shirt, revealing his extremely toned torso that was littered with scars. As always, you loved the sight, your eyes drinking in the broad plains of his chest down to the prominent abs above a pink happy trail that led down his pants.
On the bed, he crawled up to you, kissing up your bare stomach and chest til he reached your lips. You moaned as he kissed you hungrily. Once more, his tongue found yours to tangle together. He moved to kiss down your jaw and neck. Along your throat, he lightly sucked and nipped to litter marks over your sensitive skin. You whimpered when he bit on a particularly sensitive area, your body jolting up to press your breasts against his toned chest. His hands roamed over your bare body, stopping at your breasts to grope the soft flesh. His fingers teased at your sensitive nipples, making you moan into his mouth.
One of his hands trailed down your body, landing between your legs. Sliding his fingers through your folds, both of you moaned. Already you were soaked for the man, making it easy for him to slip his fingers in your needy hole. A surprised moan choked out of you at the abrupt intrusion. Eyes wide you looked up at him with a your mouth parted as he fingered your soaked cunt. The sounds of your arousal mixed with moans filled the air. Above you, Yuji's eyes were wild. He locked his gaze with yours, smirking as he watched your body begin to shake.
"You and I both know that your body was mine to take from the start, don't we?" He asked, the low timbre of his voice making you shiver with a whimper.
He was right, and you weren't going to deny it. Already he was making an orgasm brew in your core. A mixture of his actions and your mental acknowledgement of his words made heat flare within you. Pressure was building with each stroke of his fingers. Precise curls against your gummy sweet spot along with swirls of his thumb on your clit had sparks of pleasure shooting through your body. Both of you knew that you could cum at any moment, and Yuji was loving every moment of control he had over you.
"I can make you cum in less than thirty seconds." He purred against your neck before nipping at a sweet spot. "Give it to me."
Your body seized up and your eyes screwed shut as white hot pleasure coursed through your body. Slick sprayed over Yuji's hand, making him hum with a smirk against your neck. His fingers didn't relent, continuing to pummel in and out of your slick pussy. The action prolonged your orgasm, leaving you shivering with overstimulation. It was another demonstration of his taking. Because you loved the way he took, you cried out as you continued to cum. Your pussy fluttered around his fingers as he coaxed more pleasure from your sensitive spot.
"Do you think anyone else could do that?" He asked, looking directly down at you.
"Ah I-I d-don– ah!" You cried out, unsure if you had cum again or your first orgasm was still continuing.
"The answer is 'no.' No one could ever take your body like I can. Do you understand?"
Whimpering, you nodded. Yuji still didn't let up, his fingers continuing to fuck into you. Clicking his tongue, he shook his head at you. "I need to hear you say it."
"N-no!" You squealed as your pussy gushed around his fingers. Pleasure didn't stop blooming in your core as his fingers continued to emphasize his point. Each curl gathered more heat in your center.
"No what?"
"N-no one." You gripped his arm hard, nails biting into his skin. "No one but you, Yuji."
He grinned wildly at you. "That's right."
Ripping another orgasm from you, he watched your pussy in awe. Strangled cries were ripped from your throat as you succumbed to the pleasure. Your slick cunt was still oh so willingly sucking in his digits. It was like your body was begging for him to take you. Who was he to deny you? After all, this wasn't just about him. Yuji needed you to be selfish too.
A sheen of sweat made your skin glimmer as your chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. Just a couple of orgasms in and your gaze had already glazed over. It was a sight that Yuji would never be used to. His hands softly trailed over your skin, teasing over your breasts and tracing over your sensitive spots. Your body jolted when he found a really good spot that sent chills through you. He had you memorized, every part of you catalogued in his brain. Right now, your beautiful body was so willing to have him, so he needed to take you.
Quickly, he slid off his pants and boxers. His cock stood proud, slapping hard against his stomach. Wasting no time, he crawled over you again. Folding your body over, he notched his cock in your entrance. He didn't move though, staying slightly pressed into you. His thick head sat heavy in your entrance, teasing you with the promise of being filled. Of being taken. Both you and Yuji needed him to take it. Looking up at him, your brows furrowed with frustration. You tried to shuffle your hips, but he gripped them in a strong hold to stop you. He smirked knowingly at you, feeling the entrance of your pussy throb around his tip.
"Tell me how much you need this." He said pressing a soft kiss to your lips before pulling back for your answer.
"Yuji…" You murmured, turning away from him.
"No." He said lowly as one of his hands grabbed your chin to force you to look at him. "Say it. You need me."
"I-I…" You bit your lip, eyes flitting away then back to connect with his. At the connection, your heart hammered in your chest. A familiar need was swirling in those deep brown irises, but it was hungrier than ever. You wondered if your eyes looked the same. "I need you, Yuji."
Your knees were pressed to your chest as Yuji slid deep inside of you. Both of you moaned at the pleasure that coursed through your bodies at his intrusion. Around his cock your pussy pulsed with the need you just admitted. Yuji gritted his teeth, determining how he should take you. Considering the rate he had already been going, he decided to continue his ruthlessness. In the mean mating press, he began a brutal pace. Fast and deep, he pummeled into your soaked cunt. Each thrust had him hitting that sweet spot deep inside of you. You cried out with each hit of his cock against that gummy spot. Your hands held tightly to his thick biceps to keep a grip on reality. As he took your body as his, your brain grew foggy. It was too much, yet not enough at the same time.
"Fuck…" Yuji groaned. "You've really needed this, haven't you?" His comments along with his cock were really trying to drill his point home.
"You need it too." You somehow managed to keep some semblance of coherence as you were cockdrunk. "I'm not– oh! The only one that wants to take."
"I want to be taken too." Yuji said, pressing a searing kiss to your lips. "But you knew that."
"Always have." You cried out as the wave of a surprise orgasm washed over you.
"That's right." Yuji trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses up your throat.
The unexpected climax was absolutely thrilling, making you drown in ecstasy. Your body shook as his cock precisely hit your sweet spot. Each hit had waves of pleasure coursing through your body that had you shaking and crying out even more. Soft pussy walls fluttered around Yuji's cock as you came.
Take me! Take me! Take me! Your mind called out as you wrapped your arms around Yuji's neck. He continued to brutalize your overstimulated pussy. His lips captured yours in a sloppy kiss. Tongues tangled, then split with a trail of saliva connecting the two of you. A long moan was swallowed by his mouth as he ground his pelvis against you. The friction had your clit rubbing against that delicious happy trail and heat building back up inside of you. With each grind against your sensitive nub, he could feel your pussy clench around his aching cock.
Underneath him, you started moving your hips up to meet his strokes. Your pussy pushed him deeper inside of you, and stroked your clit on those soft pink tufts beneath his naval. He grinned against your lips with a moan, loving how you found your own way to take him in this position. Your cunt was absolutely soaked, your meeting thrusts filled the air with wet slapping sounds interspersed with soft moans and whines. Yuji couldn't stop kissing you, sucking in your bottom lip then tangling your tongues together. He couldn't get enough of the sweetness from your mouth, becoming addicted to the taste.
Kissing down your throat, he buried his face between your breasts. The fluttering of your plush walls indicated another orgasm was nearing its completion. You whimpered, your hips thrusting up faster. He followed your picked up speed, the tip of his cock slamming perfectly into the spot that had you seeing stars. Your fingers clawed into Yuji's back, trailing down to elicit a pleasurable pain that had his cock twitching.
"Fuck. Cum for me again." He thrust harshly into you. "And again." Another thrust that shot pleasure to your core. "And again." He growled, holding himself back from cumming. "No one will ever make you feel like this." His hand slammed down next to your head, providing him leverage to fuck you fast and deep.
It didn't feel like it came from you, but you knew that a scream was ripped from your throat as your body fell over the edge into your climax. Your release squirted against his lower torso and drenched your thighs. Your hips kept thrusting up to match his movements, sliding your clit against his pelvis to shoot more sparks of pleasure through you. As you felt the pleasure fill your being, Yuji moaned as he reached his own release. His cock throbbed hard with each pump of cum deep inside of you. That familiar warmth filling you had you buzzing with pleasure and content as his actions reminded you that you were his.
However, Yuji was far from finished. He pulled out, then flipped your body over with ease, reminding you of his immense strength. Looking over your shoulder, you watched as he slid back into your needy cunt with a groan. When he connected his gaze with yours, your pussy tightened around his cock. That hunger in his eyes seemed to have grown, clearly unsatisfied. You whimpered as he began to move again.
Pulling almost all of the way out, Yuji paused with just his tip inside of you. Suddenly, he slammed deep inside of you. Thrusting forward, your eyes widened as a moan pushed past your lips. Yuji pushed your body down, leaning his weight against your back. Tucking his head in the crook of your neck, he kissed up the column of your throat and nipped at your ear. You mewled, arching your back to feel him angled deep inside of you.
Looking to the side, he spotted a full length mirror on your wall. Grinning to himself, he maneuvered your body to face it. Your face was pushed into your bedsheets, something Yuji decided to rectify. Gripping your hair, he ripped your head up to look at yourself in the mirror. The sight sent a thrill shivering through your body, making your pussy tighten around his cock.
"You like that?" Yuji growled, connecting his gaze with yours in the mirror.
"Mhmm" You lazily nodded in his grip, mouth agape as moans tumbled out.
"You're so beautiful like this." Yuji pulled you up against his chest, giving you a view of his cock pistoning up into your dripping cunt. A mixture of his spend and your essence dripped out of you and coated your inner thighs. "Taking me so well." He growled against your skin. "You look good when you're mine." His hand reached around your throat, his eyes staying locked on yours as he lightly squeezed the sides.
"S-so good…" You groaned as his cock smushed into that gummy sweet spot.
"Yeah?" He breathed against you. "You love being mine, don't you?" His cock pulsed as your plush walls tightened at his words.
"Mhmm." You nodded, blissed out as his hand tightened around your throat.
"Say it." He loosened his grip, letting you suck in a deep breath. "Tell me how much you love being mine."
"S-so much– ah!" Yuji's other hand slid down your body, and slapped your sensitive clit.
"Hmm. What do you love so much?" He grinned as he watched you squirm in his grip, then slapped your pussy again.
"Ah! I– ooh! I l-love being yours!" You squealed as he slapped your overstimulated nub again, feeling on the edge of another orgasm. "Y-yuji!" You gasped as another slap hit you.
"Cum for me." His eyes were glued to your face as you succumbed to your climax.
Your body spasmed as you screamed out from the pure pleasure. Yuji didn't relent, forcing your orgasm to stay intense as he drove his cock deep inside of your cunt. His thick cock pummeled between your plush walls. The tightness had him spilling into you again with a groan. In the mirror, your eyes connected as you came together. It was a euphoria that only he could bring you too, and he knew that information all too well. As his dark gaze remained on yours, his fingers played with your pulsing clit. Swirling around the nub, he forced you to cum on his cock again. You cried out, pussy clenching around his length as he continued to spill hot ropes deep inside of you. Ecstasy flooded your being, the evidence of that pleasure on your face as your expression was blissed out. A swell of pride filled Yuji at the sight.
When you came down from your high, you could feel that Yuji was still hard inside of you. The man's stamina was incredible, and he was ready to keep reminding you of your place. However, when your gaze connected to his hungry one, you wanted to remind him you weren't alone. Turning your head over your shoulder, you captured his lips in a hot kiss. Sliding your tongue over his lower lip, he groaned into your mouth. Pulling back, you smirked.
"You're mine too, you know?" You shakily breathed out.
"I know." Yuji grinned, pressing another hungry kiss to your lips. "I need you to take me too."
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