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[tteokdoroki]

do you guys think yuuji ever gets so into fucking you that the slam of his hips between your thighs forces you up the bed? and he’s so far gone, crazed, so unlike his usual sweet self that he growls and sneers down at you like it’s your fault that you’ve gone too far. one minute he’s cupping your face and kissing away streaks of pearlescent tears the next yuuji’s dragging you harshly by the hips back onto his cock, all teeth and tongue as he snarls.

“where d’ya think you’re goin’?”

the words come out frothy, gritty, punctuating the lewd plap, plap, plap of your sexes meeting wetly. his hips have a mind of their own, crashing into yours like harsh waves against a shoreline when stormy weather picks up. they don’t waver, not even when yuuji physically yanks you back down to the edge of the bed, forcing your thighs apart until you’re spread eagle and gushing into the sheets. he doesn’t stop even as you yelp in surprise or push at his chest to get the man to just let up. yuuji just meanly bullies the slick head of his cock deep into your creaming cunt, relishing in the way you lock and unlock around him as if you can’t decide how much of him to keep inside.

“don’t run from it, not when it’s yours.” yuuji pants into the linens beside your head because if he looks at you too soon, he’ll burst and flood your womb with claggy milky white… but then he gets lost in it again, the way you warmly wrap around him and despite the way your hips try to shy away from his rampant force, fuelled by adrenaline, your ankles link at the divot on his back — pulling him in, all alluring and intoxicating with your high pitched wails and sloppy cunt that streams a fresh wave of arousal, trickles into another high that yuuji might not even notice since his pace has you flying away from him again.

or maybe he does, he just can’t bring himself to stop making a home for you on his cock.

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[pillsatoru]

toji has been bulking and it turns you the hell on

he knows you love it.

you don't hide it very well to begin with. the sight of his more defined arms and chubby stomach that would soon be more muscular just gets you going.

"what's wrong baby?" he asked after he just caught you staring at him. his body was in a thin layer of water no thanks to the shower he had just taken.

you don't even pay attention to the way his dick was just swinging around.

no.

you pay attention to the way his arms flex at every movement.

each was decorated by veins on his forearm and that alone made you wet.

"no.. just.. just thinking." you mumbled back, forcing yourself to look away.

"about?"

"nothing!" you quickly made your way out of the bathroom, towels that were supposed to be given to him still in your hands.

your heart is beating so quick you can't hear the sound of his footsteps after you over it.

it isn't until he threw you onto the bed that you noticed he was behind you.

"nuh uh.. it's definitely something." he hummed into your ear, moving his arm so it wrapped itself around your neck, squeezing it with his bicep.

"is it my cock?"

you whimpered, squeezing your legs together. "no.."

"then what is it, hm?"

"your.. your arms.." you admitted.

big mistake.

he hasn't left you alone since then. teasing you every day with wearing compression shirts, or no shirts at all.

he'd stretch his arms out, flexing them purposefully every time he "yawned" just to try and catch you ogling.

he'd even suggest things such as you riding his hands rather than his dick.

which you obviously said no to.

but your favorite was to have him hugging you to death while he plummeted in an out of your pussy.

"oh.. oh my god! toji!" you screamed.

"you can take it.." his cock was fat, barely fitting inside you making it a tad bit painful in a good way. "you just love having my arms around yer body.. is that right?"

"fuck youre squeezing the shit out of me."

drool pooled down your chin, eyes fluttering shut as he slowed down his pace.

"is that right?" he repeated.

you nodded. "yes! yes!" you didn't need to beg for him to go faster again, your cunt was doing that for you.

the sounds it was making was obscene.

and it's all thanks to his bulking season.

re - upload from a side blog . ok I leave now .

[tteokdoroki]

🍥 THE FIRST TIME I LAID EYES ON YOU  ✩ yuuji itadori.

description ✩ before that day, you thought that you knew everything there was to know about the infamous yuuji itadori. you thought that he was cocky, that he was full of himself, that he was a fuck boy - but after that day, after meeting him, you realise how wrong you truly were. 5.4K

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 allergen advice ⋆ fluff ⋆ eighteen plus only ⋆ characters are in their twenties, college au, meet cute, first meetings, friends to lovers, extreme slow burn, elements of insecurity, bad university experiences, group projects lmao, social awkwardness, part of the magnetic series but can be read as a standalone, loser & weird & female reader, popular & jock itadori. ── © tteokdoroki ╱ 2025.

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 store notes ⋆ wooo !! first fic after my break !! the first one-shot of the jock bf yuuji series which won the poll !! i wrote this ages ago n this au is so dear to me! i can't wait to write more! im kinda nervous.. but i hope you enjoy! please stay tuned for more. | magnetic masterlist.

before that fateful day, you’d never really met yuuji itadori. 

but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t know who he was. 

everybody and their mother was aware of jujutsu tech university’s all star jock. the captain of the school’s football team with dashing good looks, alluring brown eyes and a pleasantly higher than average GPA. yuuji was the picture perfect student, the kind you see photographed throughout those glossy college prospectuses they hand out to those seeking to further their high school education. 

on the field, the pink haired jock was brutish, a whirlwind force like that of a hurricane — bringing the wrath of hell on earth during each of his games. no one could stop him. no he could stand in his way. there was a reason why yuuji had risen so quickly through the ranks of his team to become captain before the end of his second year. the special scholarship and full ride he’d earned straight out of school was a testament to his value as a player too.  in all honesty, you’d have to be a major tool or top tier fool to not recognise the student’s strength.

everyone knew it, jujutsu tech university needed yuuji on their team. 

in his short time at the school, he’d taken them to nationals, brought home trophies and not to mention his very ability to break down a wall of men twice his weight class without a care in the world had solidified the team’s reputation as undefeatable. as a jock, itadori had to be big, brawny and bestial — and, combined with athleticism bestowed upon him by whatever gods there were, it was no wonder that yuuji itadori was popular amongst his peers too. 

as rumour had it, he was a good fuck. word on the street was that he was never seen with his arm around the same person twice. according to the whisperers.m, yuuji was a serial cheater — a party goer too busy for relationships, or a social climber dating a model or an actress from overseas so he could make it into the big leagues. 

no matter where you went, someone had something to say about the jock as if they knew him personally. but of course, all of that was just piping hot gossip, like freshly spilled tea. mistruths and misinformation fuelled by the student body’s inability to deal with their personal demons and monstrous bouts of green-eyed jealousy. because in reality, yuuji really was perfect, a well rounded human being. like most people, there was no denying that he had his flaws, but generally — he was kind, and well liked. even with all of the rumours  surrounding him. 

you’ve never really met yuuji itadori…but to you he was just another guy blending in with the sea of college boys you wanted nothing to do with, regardless of whether or not their reputations preceded them. you don’t know a single personal thing about him — just like the fact that he doesn’t know a single detail about you…and that doesn’t bother you. at least you try not to let it bother you. it’s not like college boys had taken an interest in you either. why would it be any different with the literal caption of the football team? 

the circles you run in are completely different, the paths you’re taking won’t ever align or cross. yuuji is popular, pretty and well liked and, believe it or not, you’re just…you. an awkward, twenty-something year-old girl just trying to keep her head down and get through the nightmarish hell that is your average university degree. luckily, you have your friends, varying degrees of misfits with some more outlandish and extroverted than you — they stand out where you blend in, retreating to the safety of shadows and sticking to the walls that you know best. 

university is hard, balancing socials with deadlines and relationships with your introvertedness and anxiety is exhausting, and not to mention — your flatmates back at your dorm are the weirdest, strangest group of people you’ve ever encountered. at least you have your own bathroom. 

you weren’t stupid, you were self-aware enough to know that you’d mix with yuuji itadori like oil mixed with water. the popular always come out on top. you know that he’d never go for someone like you, he’s too attractive, messes around too much, hasn’t had a proper partner since finishing school ( according to your friends ). even then, you remind yourself that you really don’t know itadori. 

the only time you’ve ever properly spoken to him is when you lent him a pen at the start of term. he’d showed up late to your shared class with a dead laptop, a tattered notebook and not an ounce of stationary. he was late and unprepared and your professor, who’d taken you two years to win over in tutorial ( mind you ), let him off the hook. now that had your guard up, miles high. to you, it made sense that a jock at the top of the social food chain was able to get away with an academic crime like the lack of punctuality. to you, a socially awkward, struggling student…

it wasn’t fair.  

it wasn’t fair. how soft spoken and kind yuuji sounded when he turned to you, chest heaving and sweat beading in his hair like, asking for a pen. 

‘hey… sorry to bother you, but do you by any chance have something i could write with? yanno…to borrow! until class is over?”

it wasn’t fair, how his gentle smile filled your tummy with the tiny flaps of butterfly wings when you nodded. how warm the golden skin of his fingers felt when they brushed yours and you passed him a pen. 

it was unfair… how in an ideal world this would be how you meet, fell in love or maybe even dated. but because you’re you, a girl so aloof and afraid to break out of her shell… it would never happened. yuuji itadori would never see you, know you for anything more than the girl in his class who lent him a pen. falling for the jock was completely out of the question for you, hardly an option, especially with your walls built so high and sturdy — glued together by slabs of cement to protect yourself from your harsh reality or perhaps your own insecurities. he was everything that you weren’t, everything you willed yourself to be. he was bright and brilliant and beloved where you were scared, shy and in the shadows. 

all you wanted was to make it through college. never in a million years would you end up together. fate wouldn’t allow it. if fate even existed. 

he would never really know you. 

you would never really know him. 

the real you or the real him. 

but little did you know, that was all about to change.

student halls are always the calmest on a sunday afternoon.

very few students can be spotted along the corridors or darting between different flats. the regular hustle and bustle lays dormant like a resting volcano after the explosion that is the saturday night high. the presence of drunk and rowdy residents in their early twenties is replaced by a comforting silence that sweeps through the halls like warm mist rolling over the surface of ice cold water, so quiet you could almost hear a pin drop. 

for most students the high morning sunshine filtering through half heartedly drawn curtains tastes like burning acid on their tongues, goading the bile that rises in their throats, acting like a villainous light behind their scrunched eyelids as they attempt to shrink back into the safety of darkness — a cure for their pounding headaches and awful hangovers. 

your flatmates are no better, locked away in their en-suites after the ruckus they caused last night. perhaps that’d teach them not to drink half their weight in cheap shots from the bar or smoke until their brains melt out of their ears but you have no doubt that they’ll be in the same state of drunken comatose next week. providing them with some grace ( though it’s not like they give any to you on a regular weekday ), you tiptoe your way to the kitchen at around 12:45PM for a light breakfast before you begin to tackle the heavy workload from your biomedical science modules — you want to get a head start before classes pick up again this week, not to mention the group project due in the next two. 

time alone in the kitchen gives you way too much time to think. any other time, you’d be too busy with worksheets and lab reports to dwell on thoughts beyond equations, perhaps even the noise from your flatmates gathered in the kitchen after a 6PM lecture provides you with a welcome distraction from your thoughts. but when you’re alone like this, with nothing but the sounds of sizzling eggs in a hand-me-down pan and the kettle boiling to your left — you have no choice but to think outside of your academic pursuits. 

you think that sometimes college is…lonely. 

a large portion of your day is spent with your nose between the pages of a text book with little time for your interests due to the nature of your course but… it’s not like you make the time. plenty of people are able to balance their academics with their friends, family and even loved ones. could it be that you’re using your studies as an excuse? turning yourself into a growing recluse because you’re too afraid of the consequences of letting loose. you hardly drink, even with the comfort blanket of your friends, parties aren’t your scene and the loud noises of many campus events freak you out. 

but part of you… small, yet so loud, feels like you’re missing out on what it’s truly like to experience college and it’s a difficult feeling to escape, when you’re alone with the sunshine on your skin on a sunday morning. 

no one has ever told you to work harder than you play, no one has ever put pressure on you to sacrifice parts of your youth to succeed. that nagging, aching feeling to be good at something, if not at people then at school, was always on you. in some ways, you envied that quality in others — the parts of their brains that let them live a little instead of focusing on failures that hadn’t even happened yet. you were jealous of your flatmates and their confidence, your friends and their extrovertedness, your peers and their social standing. 

you wish that you were someone else —

to your left, the electric kettle rattles with the force of its piping hot water accompanied by a soft click — signalling the end to its duties and pulling you from your own thoughts that boil over. carefully, you assemble a cup of herbal tea to calm the raging storm in your mind and help you to focus on the day of work ahead. you finish off your breakfast with the fried egg you’d made laid over a bed of microwavable rice and some pickled veggies your flatmates luckily hadn’t discovered on your shelf in the fridge. 

your tumbling inner turmoil slows to a simmer as you somehow manage to make it back to your bedroom whilst juggling your dishes and mug — breathing a sigh of relief when you’re able to set everything down on your desk without a single spillage. with a clearer head, you slide into your seat ready to busy yourself with biology books and detailed powerpoints on anatomy when there’s another derailment to your train of thought. 

a knock at the door. 

thinking it’s one of your hungover flatmates begging you for a lifeline ( some of your pain meds ), you ignore it in favour of booting up your laptop and logging on to the university’s learning portal. 

knock, knock, knock. 

the knuckles rasping against the door grow more impatient and feverish — almost as if the person on the other side is desperate for some kind of answer. just like you, your flatmates aren’t dying for your attention nor are you for theirs, so you can’t imagine who could possibly want to break down the entrance to your shared apartment at this time of day. 

knock, knock, knock. 

jumping up in irritation, you leave the confines of your bedroom once more and march up to the front door — swinging it open without a second thought, only to be met with a near-miss fist to the face. the sight is like a shock to your system, as if someone has thrown a bucket of ice water over you or zapped you with a literal taser. the world slows down and your wild eyes screw shut to brace for impact. 

except it never comes. 

the fist that had been flying towards you seemingly at the speed of light collides with the weight of the fire safe door just behind your shoulder, practically trapping you against its cool laminated wood surface. “oh my god,” the source of the fist says in an apologetic tone, voice smooth and timbre as it wafts through your ears. “i am so, so sorry. god…are you okay?” 

without looking, you nod vigorously and take a deep breath to calm your heaving chest — the adrenaline from almost being punched in the fucking face still rushing through you. “y-yeah, ‘m fine. thanks.” 

“i really am sorry, i must have been knocking so hard that i didn’t even notice you opening the door,” the voice doesn’t retreat, instead swooping closer and past the invisible bubble of your personal space in order to check you over for any signs of injury. instinctively, you curl in on yourself to become as small as possible but timidly look up — this time, meeting the eyes of the perpetrator. 

only then do you become hyper aware of the person before you, of the situation you’re in. pinned to the door in the entryway of your dorm by none other than yuuji itadori himself. he’s so close, close enough for you to catch a whiff of his earthy cologne and wisps of perspiration. he’s so close that you can see the dark, chocolaty flecks sprinkled like stardust in his hazel brown eyes — he’s so close that you feel like someone has shaken the sun from its heavens and placed it right on your doorstep. 

the yuuji itadori is standing in front of you right now and you have no idea why. 

swallowing thickly, you offer the campus jock a nervous smile. “s’okay, really.”

he seems somewhat satisfied with your answer, eyes as warm as freshly made hot cocoa dragging up and down the entirety of your form, before backing off entirely — having picked up on your nervousness. you wonder if itadori knows the effect he has on people when he’s that close or if he’s just oblivious to the socially acceptable boundaries of personal space. 

“good,” yuuji states firmly, nodding his head with bouncing pink locks in tow. now that he’s further away, you can almost admire him a little better. his signature red hoodie under the navy blue of his varsity jacket is tousled and his cheeks dusted with a pink soft enough to rival the spring blossoms outside — he looks like he ran here, straight from football practice. “ah, sorry to bother you but uhh… do you by any chance know if harumi sakuma might live here? we have a group project that we need to work on and —“ yuuji sheepishly rubs at the back of his neck as he talks, his gaze darting around the entryway the more he explains himself with the two of you standing there awkwardly. once they finally settle on you, relief floods yuuji’s warm brown eyes. “hey! i didn’t recognise you earlier but…i think i know you. nice pyjamas by the way.” 

you shrink under the pressure of the boy’s earnest stare, wrapping your arms around yourself in a weak attempt to hide your dorky sanrio pyjamas from him. you hadn’t the time to change nor were you expecting visitors. “a-are you sure?” comes your simple, inquisitive reply. people don’t really notice you on campus or know you outside of your tiny, little friend group. it’d be like finding a scientific organism outside of its evolutionary niche. so to have yuuji notice or even remember you… it’s weird… unbelievable, kind of.

“i’m positive,” cocking his head to the side innocently, itadori purses his lips thoughtfully. “we sometimes sit next to each other in professor ieri’s class, remember?” all you can do is blink slowly in response, heart racing behind within its calcium cage. itadori…he recognises you and taps his chin, explaining further. “you, uh, always write with those fancy pens, the gel ones that are super inky and smooth! you let me borrow one once. uhhh…moo-somethin’?”

you swear that your soul leaves your body the moment the pink haired jock recalls your first encounter — your world tilts on its axis and it feels like the ground is giving out under your feet. he remembers you. 

“muji,” you blurt out the pen’s name faster than your brain can catch up, stuck in a perpetual lag. “that’s the brand. muji.”

something changes in the awkward air fizzling between you both — when yuuji’s blank stare turns into a slow, sunshine-bright grin, you stand a little straighter and feel a little taller. like you can actually speak to him. 

“ah! right… i’ll have to get some then.” he muses encouragingly, as if to help you breeze through the rest of the conversation. 

you nod. “they’re pretty nice. though… i’m uh, i’m surprised you even remember that.” 

“‘course i would! how could i forget such a friendly gesture?” yuuji retorts, though there’s not a trace of malice in his tone. a gentle, playful smile coasts over his glossy plush lips making the jock appear almost offended, like you’d just accused  him of forgetting a long lost childhood friend. “why wouldn’t i remember?” 

that makes you think a little. did you just assume that because yuuji was popular, he posses the kind of human nature that appreciates the little things? did you categorise him into some preconceived notion? put him into a little check box labelled ‘superficial’? so far, itadori seemed like a good person who didn’t deserve your passing judgements — so you press your lips into a thin line, shrugging your shoulders instead.

“it was so long ago…”

it had been at the beginning of the semester, when the sporty super star had tapped you on the shoulder in the dark, begging with gorgeous brown puppy dog eyes to borrow a pen whilst your professor screened some boring physiology video for the class. 

“doesn’t matter, you still helped a guy out,” itadori hums with quiet appreciation — his golden eyes glitter in awe and for a moment, the world stops as if it’s just the two of you. again, a nervousness, or perhaps anxiety, crawls its way up your throat, filling the space between your heart and lungs and solidifies around the bones protecting them. yuuji makes you nervous and he knows it. he wouldn’t have stepped backwards and out of your space if he didn’t. “sorry, i’m getting sidetracked. harumi sakuma? does she live here? she’s my partner for the advanced physiology and anatomy project ‘n she’s been a no show.”

now that there’s a little distance between you — you feel like you can finally process actual thoughts instead of how handsome the jock up close. shrugging your shoulders apologetically, you crane your head in the right direction. “ah, well for starters she doesn’t live here,” you smile sheepishly, pointing down the hall. “she lives in 102. this…” then, you nod your head back to the gold-plated numbers nailed into the fire door behind you. “...is 103.”

“so wrong place and wrong girl. lucky i knocked here first, it means i actually get to thank you for lending me your pen and to introduce myself properly. the names yuuji itadori—“

“— i know who you are,” cutting yuuji off, you fiddle with the door handle behind you shyly, almost recreating his sentiment from earlier. “but it’s nice to meet you properly, itadori. i hope you find her.” 

“thanks, i’ll see you around.” yuuji says your name as he walks off, giving you a miniature salute. from your spot plastered against the door, you just about manage to catch his head of pink hair now knocking at 102 but quickly slam it shut just as theirs opens.

when you finally gather enough of your wits to scramble back into your apartment and then your bedroom, you melt in a sticky puddle of awe and amazement against your own personal and door. because you didn’t even think he knew who you were, let alone your name and now there’s a weird feeling in your tummy that you don’t recognise. 

butterflies.

the class that you share with yuuji is early on a thursday morning, the dreaded 9AM to round off the end of a long week.

usually, you would be able to sit through three hours of professor ieri’s laid back and drawn out teaching style without worry  — her lack of enthusiasm for class participation made it much more bearable and easier to take notes, so it’s not like you cared. but between your gruelling schedule of lectures and prep ahead of  time, you found yourself growing increasingly…anxious. 

you’d never really cared about how people perceived you when you lived a life in the shadows of others. at least until yuuji came along.

since your chance encounter with the jock last sunday, you couldn’t help but wonder if he remembered other small details about you too — like the way you wore your hair that one time or how you pick at your nail polish just before a test professor ieri hadn’t asked you to study for, or maybe even the way you start to pick at loose strings on your sleeves when class drags on for too long. 

now suddenly, the waking moments between sunday afternoon and that god-awful 9AM are spent worrying about what yuuji thinks of you — growing more and more apprehensive towards seeing him again. by now, you’ve probably checked his social media dozens of times, comparing and contrasting the lives that you lead and the persons you both put out for the world to see. itadori has thousands of followers across all years and courses on campus and his feed mainly consists of work out videos or promo for the jujutsu tech football team — each post drowned in comments of praise and admiration from his peers.

and you can’t even blame them, because if you were brave enough, you too would be screaming in the comment section about yuuji’s shirtless abs and flexing muscles and the sweat dripping off of them. 

you question whether or not the pink haired jock really knows any of these raving commentators, if they’re people he’s actually met or strangers he’s passed by. the very thought had been enough to deter you from following him anyway.

it’s 8:30AM when you arrive at the RCT Conservatory building for biological sciences and 8:35AM by the time you take your seat in the middle row of room 117. the lecture theatre is one of the smallest in the building, a little cramped and stuffy, and you usually leave the building feeling as though your allergies have worsened by a tenth-fold. but you like it here, with the age old carpets and the air that smells like an old woman’s home accompanied by under-tones of freshly baked milk bread. it’s more intimate, you think, the students in your class are able to bond more in this tight space even if it is within their close-knit clicks and pre-existing friendship groups.

despite class not beginning for another half hour, a few students sit inside chatting amongst themselves — already pulling out their supplies, stationary or laptops for note-taking. some of your peers you know from having been on the same course for the last three years, whilst others come from different courses with an option to take this class as a module. it’s like one big melting pot of kids in STEM.

shrugging off your backpack once you’re settled, you can’t help but notice a familiar head of rose pink hair at the front of the theatre. you then have the profound realisation that it’s yuuji who’s talking animatedly with professor ieri about whatever it may be…and he’s early, which can’t be a good sign. you wonder if he managed to figure out things with his project partner, but by the dejected look on his gorgeous face and the way in which he clenches the strap of his own backpack, you think things might have gone wrong. 

you’re not sure how long you sit there, staring at someone you hardly even know — suspended in time from where you’ve been setting up your desk, but again, you’re hit with realisation that you’ve never actually looked at itadori before. not like this and not in person. in reality, yuuji looks sort of.. mundane? his sense of fashion is popular but in no way does it reflect the stereotypical jock. his muscular frame is downed what looks to be a plush red hoodie and his varsity jacket, he wears wide leg denim jeans and a pair of beat up converse you’d think only the alternative kids would wear.

the way itadori probably stands out amongst his teammates is even more attractive to you. 

but the giggles of an animated group across the room, also admiring yuuji, rips you from your fantasy and thrusts you back into back into monotonous existence. you turn your attention to them and their conversation. “he’s so freaking hot,” one of them gushes, hardly holding back from kicking her feet and squealing in her place.

“like even when he’s doing nothing… how is he this hot?” another one chimes in, pointing 

“but did you see him play last friday? i swear i almost jumped onto the pitch and—“ 

you stop listening in from there, tuning out their excited, fangirl-like-whispers. and like an unsuspecting victim, you’re served with another harsh reminder that there is no world in which you and itadori yuuji could possibly end up together. it’s like a child playing make believe, a fictional fairytale and you’re embarrassed for even looking at him that way. 

you’d never stand a chance. 

you hardly know one another.

when you look back towards the front of the theatre, yuuji’s disappointed gaze turns towards you at the same time — immediately lighting up at the sight of you unpacking at your regular seat. he gives you a small wave, adjusting the strap of his bag before heading up to your row. instinctively, your eyes drop to the blank notebook before you, scribbling down today’s date to avoid the jock’s warm stare. how humiliating, he caught you looking.

the steps leading up to where you’re seated creak under the weight of yuuji’s footsteps. “good morning itadori!” you hear your classmates from earlier sing, undoubtedly batting their eyelashes up at him and waving sweetly. you resist the urge to gag or scoff.

“mornin’ guys! let’s have a great class!” he greets them back, ever so polite. “uhh, hey! is this seat taken?” your breath hitches at his nearness, a timid reply catching in the ridges of your throat. before you even have a chance to get the words out, the pink haired jock is slipping off his backpack and sliding into the chair closest to you. in the end, you settle on shaking your head silently and shuffle your belongings over so that there’s space for your newfound friend while the other students begin to filter in. 

a moment passes with a beat of quietness, awkwardness filling the space between you both. “s-so,” swallowing the hoarseness in the base of your throat, you will yourself to at least speak to yuuji. make conversation. “any news on your project partner? your chat with professor ieri didn’t look so good.”

sighing deeply through his nose as he unpacks his laptop, yuuji rubs the back of his neck while frustration becomes evident on his features. “i tried all week to get in touch with her, but it turns out she’s dropped out, had to move back home for a family emergency or somethin’ so now i’m working alone.” a frown pulls at the corners of his plush lips. “i feel for her, but this project is important for my grade and scholarship. i dunno how to balance the workload on my own.” 

yuuji turns his laptop on but it  fails to boot up. it’s dead. again. “ah crap, no battery,” he curses, his irritation building in unsteady stacks. “s-sorry to dump on you so early in the morning, by the way. this week has been rough.” 

while observing him, you had remained quiet this entire time — unsure of how to comfort your classmate…but out of a strange urge to help, you reach into your pencil case for a muji pen and pass it to yuuji, along with some paper. “it’s okay… here,” grateful, albeit wobbly smile he rewards you with should not be poking at the dormant butterflies in your tummy.  “you could… always be my partner. if you wanted…” 

as the class grows increasingly busier, someone briefly walks by seeking a handshake from the all-star player beside you but all the while, his focus remains entirely on you. overwhelmingly thankful. it’s like he’s looking past your walls into the depths of your soul,’really looking at you… in awe of your kindness. 

“r-really? you don’t… you don’t have a partner already do you?” 

“odd number in the class, proff said i could join a three or work on my own so i…” you trail off. “i chose to work alone. it’s easier for me. b-but! i don’t mind partnering up with you, especially since we both want a good grade?”

you can only imagine how important this one grade is to yuuji — you’ve heard that he has a lot to prove. it’s not every day that a sports star as young as him gets a scholarship into a top university to study paramedic science, a course extremely difficult to get into. not to mention completely left of the field of what jocks ‘stereotypically’ study. 

you share his fire for doing well. biomedical science isn’t easy either.

amidst it all, yuuji gets so excited he launches himself at  you with a fully blown hug, repeatedly thanking you with a level of enthusiasm too high for 8:55AM. heat burns beneath the surface of your skin and you flush at how casual he is with you already. how he smells so good. you back up shyly. “i promise i’ll be a good partner, we… we can meet between my practises — even after! whenever’s best for you!” he notices the pen in his hand again and apologises for nearly crushing you and it. “god, i’ll be careful with this, your pens are so nice, they seem expensive.” 

“you can keep it,” you say softly, calming your heart down. “the paper from muji is really good too… um, i have spare notebooks back at my dorm. you can have one while we work on our project, if you want.” 

“i’d like that a lot… thank you,” he whispers your name again. “here, let’s swap instagrams so we can uh.. arrange when to meet up ‘n stuff?” 

“ah! okay,” pulling out your respective phones and opening the social media platform’s designated app — yuuji hands you his phone to enter your handle and follows you right then and there: you accept his request and follow him back, nervous about how he might view your feed. 

as if to break the ice, itadori  sends you a dm and a science meme. “woah, your feed is super neat. you’re really organised, huh?” 

you just nod shyly. “yeah…” 

the conversation begins to die off there as both of you turn to the front of the lecture hall as class begins. 

however secretly, yuuji hasn’t taken his eyes off of you once, overwhelmed by your kindness, your shyness and softness. he finds himself excited to work on this project with you. to get to know his new partner a little bit more… because he’s only ever seen you around on campus, in passing and  between classes. 

but as you concentrate on taking your notes with your fancy pens, and neat writing, checking your laptop from time to time — eyes illuminated by its blue light, he realises.it’s the first time yuuji itadori has ever truly laid eyes on you.

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[kleftiko]

❦ CHERRY SMOKE CLOUDS

“upon learning that your new plug is a virgin, you come up with a new way to pay for your weed”

cw: slight dubcon (sex under the influence), virginity loss (choso), car sex, corruption kink, unprotected sex, blowjobs

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

You met Choso through your little sister's friend.

Without knowing Megumi and Yuji were over, you started ranting to Nobara about how your plug was moving across the country, and it was a travesty. When she gave you edibles, she packed them in cute little heart baggies, and you were never gonna find another one as good as her.

It wasn't until you turned the corner that you saw her and her two friends lounging on the couch.

Luckily, Yuji spoke up, telling you his brother grows and you could get from him.

That got you his number, and having known Yuji, you expected his brother to be a much more enthusiastic texter. You hardly expected one- to two-word responses, absolutely no emojis, and a period at the end of a sentence.

But if it got you what you wanted, you were fine with that.

Most transactions were made through Yuji or Nobara, and despite the lack of customer service that you got from your old plug, his stuff was good, so you couldn't complain.

Then, one day, Yuji messaged you, saying he was having a party at his place and you should come meet his brother. You didn't see why not, so you and Nobara got dressed up together and went.

It was unsurprising that there were a lot of people—Yuji loved making friends, after all—so it took a minute to find him. But he had a wide smile when he saw you two, giving you hugs and telling you his brother was in the garage.

You didn't have to excuse yourself cause your sister was already gone by the time you turned back, so you made your way to the garage.

Inside, there was only one person. A taller man with longer hair who was taking stuff out of the trunk of a car, and when he turned to you, you noticed his tired eyes looking at you. He was cute.

"What?" He asked.

"Choso?" You asked, and he nodded. You smiled a bit and said, "Y/N."

A look of recognition flashed across his face.

"Yuji told me you'd be coming." He then lifted the box in his arms slightly, as if to show you the alcohol. "Leave it to my brother to think a six-pack would be enough for a party."

You couldn't help the amused hum that passed your lips as your gaze traced the strained muscles in his arms.

"Want some help?"

After the two of you brought in a couple cases of liquor, you followed him back to the garage. Besides your sister and her friends, you didn't know anyone, and you figured at least Choso would have some weed on him if nothing else.

He leaned against his car and fished a lighter out of his pocket before looking at you and holding it up as an invitation. You smiled and moved to stand in front of him as he took out a case from his other pocket, placing the joint from inside between his lips.

"You don't wanna hang out with your brother?" You asked as he lit it.

Choso just raised an eyebrow at you, blowing out the smoke slowly and drawing your eyes to his lips.

"You don't wanna hang out with your sister?" He retaliated casually, holding out the blunt for you.

With a couple puffs of your own, you shift your weight onto your other leg. Choso's soft gaze stays on you, waiting for you to continue.

"Why smoke out here?" You asked, and he shrugged.

"Not a fan of people." He explained, and you gave him a look. He shakes his head, "don't make it seem like I'm a loner; I just don't wanna hang out with my younger brother's friends."

"Not a fan of younger people?" You don't give him time to answer before you say, "pretty sure I'm younger than you."

"You're fine." It's casual in the way he says it, but it does something to you, and you end up shifting again when he hands you the blunt.

His eyes flicked down to your legs, taking notice of your movement. "Wanna sit?"

Choso patted the hood of the car beside him as an offer, and you looked at his fingers sitting on top of the metal. They were long and lanky, with prominent veins running through his hand and up his arm. It led you back to his face, which is waiting for your answer.

So you hopped on top of the hood, taking one more puff than is courteous, but Choso didn't say anything as he took it back.

It was a couple minutes of silence; the two of you smoked until it was just the filter, and Choso threw it away. You started to feel the familiar feeling of your head becoming heavier—or, you were just more aware of the weight of it—and you sank back onto your hands with contentment.

"So, were you just here for the weed?" Choso's voice was pretty monotone, but you could tell he was making a joke.

A small giggle escaped your lips as you noticed the red creeping up in his tired eyes.

"I mean, I won't say no if you wanna share another, but I think hanging out with you is fine by itself." You admitted, and he shook his head at you.

A couple blinks was all it took to remind you that he really did grow some good shit, and you grabbed the bottom of his shirt to tell him the compliment when you looked up at his face and forgot your train of thought.

Instead, you tugged on his shirt and coaxed him to stand in front of you as you tilted your head up at him.

"You don't look like what I thought you would." You drawled out.

"What'd you expect?" He prompted.

You pouted, "pink hair."

Choso let out a soft chuckle, and you almost melted at the sight of his smile. Unintentionally, you leaned closer to him, your eyes focused on the bridge of his nose, where you noticed a faint scar that ran across it. With your noses almost touching, you looked up into his eyes, admiring the way they locked onto you.

"You're hotter than I thought." You mumbled, and his eyebrows raised slightly.

Choso pulled back.

"If you think this'll get you free stuff, you're outta luck."

You giggled and let go of his shirt, leaning back onto your hands with a lazy smile.

"I'd tell you that even if you weren't my plug." You said. "Though, I'm sure a lot of your customers offer favours instead of money."

Once again, he shook his head at you, his smile mirroring yours. You let your head fall back, feeling the stretch in your neck as you stared at the ceiling.

"Wouldn't blame you, sex while high is incredible."

"I wouldn't know." He said and you snapped your head at him.

"You've never had sex after smoking?"

He raised an eyebrow at you, and you understand what he was saying.

"You've never had sex?" You clarified, and Choso shakes his head in agreement, unbothered by it.

"Never had the time." He explained, and at the back of your clouded mind, you recalled Nobara mentioning that Yuji was raised by his older brother.

You slid off the car, standing toe to toe with Choso as you looked up at him. He didn't move, and you could smell his cologne and soft hints of weed.

"Do you wanna know what it's like?" You whispered, gazing up at him through your lashes.

The thought that you could give this man everything made that small pulse of arousal that's been sitting between your legs light on fire. As you stared into Choso's eyes, a mischievous smile played on your lips. The anticipation of what you could do with him sent a rush of excitement through your body.

Instead of giving you a verbal answer, Choso bent down and attached his lips to yours.

He tasted smokey, but it didn't bother you as you brought your hands up into his messy hair. His large hands travelled down your sides and roughly pulled you closer to him. Your knee bumped between his legs, and he uttered a deep moan into your mouth.

Detaching yourself from him, you grabbed his shirt and tugged him to switch places with him, pushing his legs into the hood of his car and forcing him to sit atop it.

Your hands then moved to his jeans as you kissed him again, undoing the button and zipper as you bit his lips. Choso let out a little whine, shakey fingers grasping at your own shirt when you stuck your hand down his pants and cupped his half-hard cock. As you stroked him, you scattered kisses and bites down his neck and along his jaw, leaving nothing to catch the hisses he let out of his mouth in response to your attack. You could feel the heat radiating from his body as his breathing grew heavier. The intensity of the moment heightened as you whispered in his ear, teasing him with promises of what was to come.

Then you sank your knees onto the concrete floor between his legs, pulling down his jeans and boxers just enough to free his cock and balls, your mouth watering at the size.

As you looked up into his eyes, you gently licked his red tip and watched him shut his eyes in pleasure, his hand coming to the top of your head. Then you took him to the back of your throat, eliciting a loud and wanton moan from the man above you. Despite slapping his other hand over his mouth to muffle the sound, you felt a shiver at the noise, knowing that you were driving him wild with something so simple. With each movement of your mouth, you could feel his grip on your hair tighten, urging you to go deeper. The intensity of the moment consumed both of you as you lost yourself in the intoxicating pleasure of giving him ecstasy. His dick was slobbered with your spit, and besides the faint music coming from the house, the garage was filled with the disgusting sounds of you slurping and choking on his cock and Choso's beautiful stuttering noises of bliss.

Your eyes rolled back at the taste of him; the salty precum and weight of his dick on your tongue had you rocking your neglected pussy into your heel. When his moans and whimpers started to catch at the back of his throat, you cupped his heavy balls in your hands, gently massaging them as you continued to pleasure him. The intensity of the moment heightened as you felt his body tense and his breathing become more erratic, signalling that he was about to cum. With a mischievous smile, you increased the speed and pressure of your movements, determined to push him over the edge and make him lose control completely.

The grip on your hair tightened as he let out a guttural groan, his hips bucking uncontrollably against your touch. The raw desire in his eyes fueled your own excitement, and you revelled in the power you had over him in the moment. As he finally reached his climax, you continued to stroke him through his release, savouring the feeling of his pulse against your tongue and his cum running down your throat.

His tired eyes were glazed with lust when you popped him out and stood up. His chest was breathing heavily, but that didn't stop him from grabbing your face and pulling you into a searing kiss, licking up the drops of his cum that slipped from your lips. You moaned at his eagerness to clean his own grime from your face and ran your hands down his clothed body, fingernails scraping along his muscles as they twitched.

"Please," He begged between kisses. "Please fuck me."

You pulled away, looking at the man in front of you with hunger.

"Back seat." You commanded, and Choso listened to you.

The two of you stumbled to the car, pawing at each other as you removed your clothes. By the time you shut the door behind you, the two of you were in your underwear. Choso was hard once again as you mounted him.

Taking off your bra, his eyes locked onto your tits before eagerly going for them with his mouth. but you grabbed his hair and pulled him back. He nearly whimpered at the denial, but you were firm.

"I need to see your face when I take your virginity, baby." You told him.

Choso nodded his head and helped you two rid yourself of the last bit of clothing. Grabbing his cock, you lined it up with your soaking lips as Choso's fingers fluttered over your hips in anticipation. You looked at him, only to find his watery eyes locked on your pussy as he swallowed harshly. You were sure that if you led him on any longer, he would start crying.

"Choso," your sweet voice cooed.

When he locked eyes with yours, you sheathed yourself over his cock, watching firsthand as his mouth dropped open and his eyes rolled back as a broken moan pushed past his lips. It was filthy and erotic, and it made you lift your hips and slam back down onto him just to see his reaction again. His body trembled beneath you, his grip on your hips tightening as he surrendered to the pleasure coursing through him. The intensity of the moment fueled your own desire, igniting a primal need to dominate and explore every inch of his body.

"That feel good, baby?" You asked, knowing he couldn't answer. "Feel good to get fucked in the back of your car?"

Choso whimpered.

You leaned in closer, your breath hot against his ear, as you whispered, "You love being used like this for your first time, don't you?"

The sound of his desperate moans only fueled your attack further, pushing you to take him even harder.

"Your cock feels so good inside me, Choso." You continued to enjoy his reactive body. "so big, I don't think I can just fuck you once."

In his first bout of control, Choso grabbed the back of your head and shut you up with a kiss, hips lifting against yours in desperation.

"So fucking perfect." He managed to huff out, and you rewarded him with a squeeze of your pussy, making him lose the rhythm of his thrusts. The intensity of the moment heightened as Choso's grip tightened on your head, his kiss silencing your words. With each desperate thrust of his hips, he struggled to maintain the little bit of control he had.

He managed to gasp, overcome with the pleasure you were giving him, "You're absolutely incredible." The squeeze of your pussy caused him to lose his rhythm, further intensifying the passion between you.

You smiled wickedly and leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"Yea?" You asked. "Wanna cum inside me?"

It was as if a switch had been flipped. His eyes darkened with desire, and a primal growl escaped his lips. Without hesitation, he grasped your hips firmly and increased the pace, thrusting into you with an urgency that matched your own. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, and you let out your own noises of pleasure at Choso's actions.

Feeling your climax near, you dug your nails into his bare chest, urging him on. The intensity of the moment consumed both of you as you reached the peak of pleasure together, lost in a whirlwind of ecstasy. Spurts of his cum painted the inside of you, making you moan at the feeling before collapsing against him, sweaty bodies entangling. For a long moment, heavy breathing was the only sound in the hot car. As the air slowly cooled, you both basked in the afterglow.

With a satisfied smile, Choso gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face and whispered, "That was incredible."

You breathed out a laugh, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and cuddling into him.

"Yea," you agreed. "We need to smoke together more often."

[malleusfucker]

Beelzebub Kinks and HCs

warnings: smut/nsfw, mentions of breeding kink/belly bulge, size kink, food kink, oral sex, threesome w/ belphie, reader is afab but no gender or pronouns are explicitly specified

words: 1.8k

definitely gonna write about my obey me favs now that i’ve done this (diavolo, belphie, simeon and solomon i’m looking at you 👁👁)

Keep reading

[kohimeartz]

I RUSHED HERE FOR THE REQ—

Hcs (NSFW & separately) of Savannaclaw dorm (if you don't do Jack & Ruggie, then you can take Leona with your favorite character) with F!S/O or GN!S/O where S/O teases the boy in public and just go away if the boy needs them/turns on because of S/O—

I HOPE MY REQ IS SAFE FOR YOU! THANK YOU!

A PREDATOR'S PRIZED CATCH [ HEADCANONS / SLIGHT NSFW ]

AUTHOR'S NOTE: IT FEELS LIKE I WAS DRIVING THE CAR SMOOTHLY FORWARD AND I SUDDENLY TOOK A U-TURN AND PROCEEDED TO DRIVE THE CAR IN REVERSE BUT I STILL MANAGED TO REACH THE DESTINATION; THAT'S EXACTLY HOW I FELT WRITING THIS SO I APOLOGIZE IF I WENT OFF TRACK WITH YOUR REQUEST DARLING! DON'T WORRY, YOUR REQUEST IS COMPLETELY SAFE FOR ME TO INDULGE IN! ( A BIT TOO MUCH I ADMIT~) ENJOY READING, MY DARLING!

JACK HOWL X FEM!READER

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR X FEM!READER

RUGGIE BUCCHI X FEM!READER

There's just something that sends shiver down Jack's spine the moment you gently press down your teeth on to his thick biceps, your hands lightly ghosting over his arm as you look directly into his golden eyes

He knows it's your way of flustering him but damn that playful glint in your eyes is going straight to his dick-

The beastman's tensing up under your touch as your fingers skillfully glide over his abs, chest heaving in anticipation of your next move on him

Though, you suddenly stopping your advances before turning around to leave him wasn't one of the many things he expected

His cheeks are flushed red, eyes wide as he saw how your body got further and further away from him as you finally disappeared from his line of gaze

He's cursing to himself mentally at how easy you got him wrapped around your finger, bending and twisting him at your own will as you purposely ignore the ever-growing carnal lust he has for you

The next time you stumble across the wolf, whether it be in the classroom or the hallways, he's quietly towering over you as his golden eyes seemed to glimmer with hidden intent

With the bells chiming to signify noon classes are over, he was quick to leave the classroom before anyone else since he was hell-bent on finding you; once the wolf has sunken its teeth into its prey, it'll never let go

I hope that you've gotten sufficient rest from the night before because as soon as he catches you in his arms, you'll be thrown over his shoulder as the wolf is dead set on taking you back to his room in the Savanaclaw dormitory

Throwing you on to his bed, he wastes no time in discarding off his clothes; he's going to finish what YOU started

"I'm going to knot that pretty cunt of yours soon enough, (Y/N)"

Looks like the little herbivore is getting a bit bolder with their advances; is this your way of payback to the times he teased you in front of his dorm members or your friends? Either way, the prince was delighted to be showered with your attention

You started off cute, holding his large hands into your own as you peppered light kisses on his knuckles to his finger tips, promptly softening the lion's heart as he was tempted to do the same as well

He was caught off guard when he felt your tongue was pressed flat on one of his fingers, his hand being guided into letting his middle and ring finger be enveloped in your warm mouth

The lion licked his lips as his ears heard the slight hitch in your throat, smirk widening even more as your tongue caressed the fingers earnestly

As you pulled out his fingers from your mouth, leaving a strand of saliva in between stirred something feral in him; it made him want to shove them back in or maybe shove something else in your mouth

Both of your faces were merely inches away so he opted to lean in for a kiss which you swiftly denied him from, a sly smile present on your lips as you got up abruptly

He was quick to tug on your wrist, lowly growling as he demanded to know why you're leaving; his mood becoming even more sour when you said that you remembered that Mr.Crewel's class was starting soon

It might be a surprise to anyone but Leona actually got the entire class schedule ingrained in his head so he knows which classes he can skip out and attend if he's not in the mood for nap which means one thing; everything you said was a bluff

Of course your actions clearly made the lion upset but that's alright; predators tend to let their prey play around before devouring them so he'll let you run off this time and a herbivore like you should really watch out

Like any day, the lion was nowhere to be seen; not even Ruggie knows about his whereabouts which bugged you as ever since you became his significant other, he regularly started to attend classes which had YOU in it ( it's obvious he's only there to see you screw up your history quiz ) so not knowing whether you had taken it too far or he was just being lazy again placed you on the edge

It was not until later when you came back to Ramshackle dorm to get something in your room, the door was slammed right behind you and the sound of the door being locked bounced off the walls; turning around to see a familiar figure leaning against the locked door, arms crossed as he flashed his signature smirk that seemed to charm you over and over again

Striding his way towards you, he successfully cornered you into climbing in your bed; your hands being quickly pinned down to bed as you laid there helpless akin to prey in the jaws of its predator

Your punishment given by yours truly will be long and arduous; after all, it was you that initiated it, his naughty herbivore

"I'll put you in your place, herbivore. That's right, underneath me"

You're going to give the poor boy a heart attack with those neck kisses; especially how your chest is pressed up against his, arms wrapped around his chest as you continue to leave red and purple marks that stained his neck

He feels like his legs are going to give out anytime soon as he clutches on to your shoulders for dear life; your sudden domineering approaches are what makes him putty in your hands

The hyena bit back a moan as he felt your lips coming up to his jaw then to his cheek and getting even closer to his lips, he even angled his head so that you'll be able to kiss him better

Just as things were getting hotter, the kiss that the hyena had hoped for got crushed as soon as your lips left his face a little bit too long for his taste; blue eyes staring into your own as he tried to search for something, a hint of your intentions for example, the eyes are the window to the soul after all

He immediately caught on what's happening as he noticed how the corner of your lips turned upwards and how you batted your eyelashes at him; you're going to leave him hanging aren't you?

Annoyed, the hyena wasn't going to let you off the hook just yet as you were still trapped in his embrace, his grip on your shoulders tightened even more as he started to bit and nibble on your cheeks; a low growl escaped his throat

Things didn't turned out how the beastman wanted when his ears twitched irritatedly hearing your group of friends called out your name, their footsteps echoing down the hall as they got closer and closer to the both of you; can't they tell that YOU'RE clearly occupied?

As much as he wants to tell them off, Ruggie begrudgingly releases his grip on you, not before whispering into your ear that he'll come back not as lenient as he is now

With that, he sets off into another direction as your friends tugged you along into heading to class, oblivious to what happened between the two of you

From time to time, you'd see the hyena's figure at the corner of your eye, only to see that he wasn't there anymore but the lingering gaze of a predator was still apparent

Your friends had messes up the potion Mr.Crewel demonstrated in class which forced them to stay for extra hours, leaving you to wander alone on the hallways as the classes for today had ended; it was peaceful until you were dragged forcefully into a nearby empty classroom

Sealing the door with magic, the hyena stared you down with his half lidded eyes that were filled with desire; he'll delivery his punishment to you swiftly and make sure you'll never forget it

"You've gotten the upper hand before, princess; but you're in my territory now"

[amatsuchan-eiliniel]

Hiii I know you made the original call out for MidnightMah and as a trans person I actually appreciate it a lot. You don’t have to post my ask or anything but I thought I should let you know that she is back! And because I know and recognize her art (she also liked one of my posts which to be clear I am not publicly out of the closet). Her new user is ruggiesears and it’s not like I’m asking for a mob or hate or anything but I did want to at least spread the word a little to keep other people safe if I can.

Hii ! First thank you for sharing this! I decided to post it since I want people to know (not for hate but in case people might have something to say/add/react)!

Just to keep people safe, you all matter 🤍🤍🤍

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