yuta/reader but reader wants yuta’s attention. usually they could pout and yuta would come running but he’s been distracted and hasn’t paid attention to reader in a long time (ie a couple of hours). so reader tries to get his attention. they tried annoying him, failed because he gently redirects them. they tried to fein pain but yuta does a quick lookover, sees they’re alright and kisses their forehead. pouty and annoyed reader pulls the last thing they can try. seduction. reader slips on something thin, tempting and pleasing to the eyes and tries to get his attention once more. this time however it worked. it worked in a way that make yuta flustered and leaving him to take care of you before you might do anything more rash
¤°´✿𝐿𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝑅𝑒𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓉 - 𝒴.𝒪.
PAIRING: yuta okkotsu x fem! reader
Genre: one-shot, smut, fluff
Warnings: busy Yuta :(((, cowgirl, unprotected sex, praise, slight degredation, choking, little bit of switching, not proofread.
AN: How are we feeling about the new layout? It's only slightly different
Thanks so much to all of you for 200 followers it means a lot ♡♡♡
WC: 2k
Sometimes you hated your boyfriend's job. Not that it was any different from yours. But somehow it seemed like he was somehow always more busy than you. The paperwork after his missions was extensive and honestly just way too excessive.
Today was one of those days. Ever since Yuta got back from his mission a couple hours ago, he barely paid you any mind.
The door closed with a loud sound, echoing throughout the hall. You were wearing a large shirt and were lounging around when he got back, and at the sound of his footsteps, you eagerly skipped over to see him. He’d been gone all day after all, and you just wanted to spend time with him.
His white shoes squeaked against the floor as he took them off, his tousled hair falling in front of his face. Your hands were clasped together and you stopped in front of him, greeting him after his long day. “Yuu, how was your mission?”
Upon hearing your voice, he stood up straight after putting his shoes away, planting a kiss on your lips. “It was alright. I have to fill out some paperwork.” With that he moved past you to his room, flipping on the light.
The guy was in such a rush and he’d only just stepped in the door. He probably hadn’t even gotten adjusted to the temperature difference yet.
All that build up wasted. Just a quick peck on the lips and then he was off to go find a pen. Your face dropped as soon as you watched him make his way down the hall. There was seriously nothing more irritating when you’ve already been missing him all day.
Nothing to worry about though, you could wait. You could wait for an hour just until he finishes what he so urgently had to do. There was no rush, you had to do the same thing often so there’s truly nothing to be so bothersome for.
That’s what you told yourself at least, because that was two hours ago. You gave him the grace of an extra hour before you were standing over his shoulder, going on and on about something random to get his attention.
“Yuta.” Your hands were holding two hair ties and a comb, styling his hair into a ridiculous half up half down. There were loose strands everywhere and all the hair was unevenly distributed into each section. “How does it look?” It looked ridiculous, arguably some of your worst work yet, and you wanted him to agree. But not your boyfriend, he wasn’t like that.
One look over to the mirror had Yuta smiling, then once again, looking back down at the papers in front of him. “Looks great, thanks baby.”
It looked like the work of a toddlers doll, and that still wasn’t enough? Calm down. It’s fine, that’s fine.
With a huff you took out the hair ties and shoved them on your wrist, moving across the room. You pointed to his closet, walking over to open it and looking around.
Oh this was going to do it. He was missing a shirt, surely he’d get up to look for it, it was one of his favorites. “Your shirt is gone. The blue one.” It came out a little more high pitched than you intended it to, but whatever works.
He didn’t even look up from his desk at all. Just shook his head like he was already sure that wasn’t true. His voice was unchanged as he skimmed the papers in front of him. “It’s there, I put it up this morning.” Fuck. Why didn’t you think about that beforehand? You did see him carrying a laundry basket early this morning. That was a failure.
Maybe it wasn’t the right time. Was it because of the specific shirt you chose that didn’t gauge a reaction? Or was it that you hadn’t put honey in his hair.
Either way it’s all the more complicated. You were going to have to get more creative if you wanted to leave even the slightest piece of his attention.
Trial and error, that was fine. It always works out in the end.
Second try. Yuta was always worried for your safety, so if you did.. “Ouch!”
So you tried acting like you hit your knee, whining about how much it hurt. You must not have reacted fast enough because when Yuta looked over, your face was pretty even. The only sign of your alleged accident was your hands circling the area.
You shut your eyes to feign tears, even though your eyes couldn’t be any more dry.
Soft skin pressed up against your temple, the action causing your lashes to flutter open. A smile threatened to appear on your cheeks, you had him.
You expected his papers to be on the floor right now, forgotten so all his focus could be on you. That never happened, because one measly kiss on your head and you were back on your own.
If you didn’t know any better you’d think he could read your thoughts. One. One stroke of his hand gently trailing down the side of your face. “You’re alright Angel.” Yuta nodded, then turned right back to his desk. You were seething.
This was getting ridiculous now. He’d been back for hours, and there were still things to be done on his end. You didn’t want to nag, but it usually didn’t take this long. You were past impatient at this point, and after the failed attempts to get his attention, you were willing to do anything.
This was it. Yuta wasn’t one to be overly obsessed with lingerie. Of course he appreciated every detail, but it was the non-effort outfits that really got him going.
Your spaghetti strap was falling off your shoulder, and the shorts you were wearing just barely covered your ass.
Originally you were going to put on one of his larger shirts, that blue one from earlier. Whenever you wore those, Yuta was just about ready to jump on you any second. But today, you wanted to go a little more out there. Something that wouldn’t be so expecting.
Once again you’d made your way back into his room, knowing that he wouldn’t look over. This was your third or fourth time walking back in after all. That was the perfect opportunity to perch yourself up on his bed, lounging quietly.
Your phone was slotted between your fingers, volume down and scrolling through some random clothing website. A soft sigh left your lips, and Yuta could hear the sound of light movement on his covers.
Finding an interesting piece, you flipped your phone around to point it at his desk. Unlike the other times you tried to get his attention, your tone was quiet, relaxed, patient. “There’s this shirt you may like, Yuta..” No nickname, no enthusiasm, just straightforward conversation. That’s what had him finally looking over for real.
And when his eyes turned your way, they never actually got the chance to see whatever you were showing him on your cellphone.
He blinks. You don’t. Your eyes were narrowed and trained on the prize in front of you.
“Eyes up here, pretty boy.” The way he made you act so out of character earlier, desperate for attention and going to lengths you wouldn’t normally go to? Oh, for certain, he was going to earn this.
Were things that dusty in here? Yuta honestly didn’t remember the last time he dusted, but for some reason he couldn’t focus on the phone being held in front of his face. Everything blurred around you, strobes of light emphasizing the outline of your body in a way the minimal pieces of fabric tried so hard to.
You made sure to leave enough room on the bed for him to climb on next to you. Your phone is long forgotten on the sheets somewhere.
Sometimes you wondered just how the both of you fit on this bed sometimes with all these blankets. They just take up too much space you know? The extra pillows and sheets, was that it?
Or was it coincidentally because every time the thought came into your mind, Yuta was trying to make his cock fit inside you.
“h-hold on–” Your legs were spread wide open as you tried to use all your energy to lift yourself up and down on his cock.
The stretch was too much. This was the reason you chose seduction as your last resort. Yuta was going to make you do all the work.
You felt so exhausted bouncing up and down. There was no real rhythm to your movements, just whatever you managed to do in the movement. As if you weren’t struggling enough, Yuta was all up in your ear, egging you on. “You can do it. I know you can.”
Watching your struggle with a pout on his lips, Yuta nudges your knees further apart, tapping the outside of your thigh. “Put some of that effort from earlier into it, yeah?”
You were trying. Aside from the fact he was pressing into your g-spot oh so perfectly, you were using all the strength to lift yourself up and down.
In one last attempt to ground yourself, you placed your hands on his abdomen to grind down. Every drag of your clit against his skin was sending shockwaves through your body. It was too much.
You were so embarrassed. You couldn’t keep up, and he knew it too. Sweat coated your temple and the underside of your thighs where both your skin met. It was a mess down there.
Another slow grind of your hips and you falling onto his chest. Yuta felt your body tremble above him and let out a chuckle, so trained it bordered on a whimper. “Guess I got to do it then.”
“I’ve been doing–” Rough fingers found your hips, gripping the skin tight, and lifting them just enough to let them slam back down on his cock, over and over. “—so much work today and you’re still gonna make me do more? How mean.”
You were all snuggled into him, your hands locked onto the thick material of his shirt. It had been wrinkled in the process of shoving it up his torso in the midst of your previous actions.
Barely any real thoughts left your lips. All hush moans and heavy breaths suffocated into his bare neck. “s-shut up.. it’s your fault you know..”
Those words were received with a harsh shove of his cock into you. “My fault?” Yuta’s hand held you in place so you couldn’t move away. He didn’t even comment on your other words either, not when you were squeezing him so tight.
You could only hum in response. Your free hand removed itself from his shirt, finding a new home on his neck. The squeeze you gave was just enough. Not too tight, but just firm enough to get a reaction.
Yuta choked back a moan, pressing you down harder onto him. “Really?”
An inaudible curse fell from your lips, your wet walls squeezing down on him with every push of drop of yourself back onto his length. “Yeah.”
You both were so close. Yuta’s legs were so stiff underneath your body, and yours were shaking, locking around his own hips.
Your sensitivity was a major help in giving another squeeze, much tighter this time. A high pitched sound reverberated from Yuta’s lips, sending him toppling over the edge.
Those sounds of his always got you. Every whimper that fell from his lips assisted in pushing you into your release, following not long after him.
The hand you had gripping Yuta's throat released itself, stroking his jaw in a highly suggestive manner. You were imagining your next trial in your mind, even if you weren’t sure exactly when you’d enact this plan later. “I’m going to edge you next time.”
“We’ll see.” It’s not that he didn’t believe you, Yuta just had to keep the competition up.
The best takeaway from this, was that at least you were sure Yuta couldn’t resist you. And you intend to make good on that every chance you get.
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like ermmm maybe he saw reader getting TOO comfortable to a guy, and he starts overthinking it 😭😭 eventually he asked reader about it and reader reassures him that she's 100% loyal to yuta :333 basically angst and fluff!!!
PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS IM BEGGING YOU
𝒜 𝒯𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒥𝑒𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓈𝓎 - 𝒴.𝒪.
PAIRING: yuta okkotsu x fem! reader
Genre: one-shot, fluff, a bit of angst
Warnings: overthinking, jealousy, not proofread.
AN: I'm alive :D
idk yall I'm tired of making these picture headers
WC: 1.4k
Yuta never had an issue with anybody you hung out with. In fact, he actually encouraged you to meet new people, since it seemed like you kept your circles just a little too tight.
When you told him you had been invited to a party, he was actually relieved. This would be a great opportunity for you to get out of your comfort zone a bit. Not that Yuta was really one to talk, but he’d been more outgoing recently, and he wanted that for you as well.
One of your friends had invited you and whoever else you wanted to bring to a party she was throwing, and you accepted. It really wasn’t all that much like you to actually go, but she practically begged you to, so you couldn’t refuse.
It must’ve been making you nervous because Yuta had offered to accompany you. That took a lot of the pressure you’d been feeling right off your shoulders.
Walking into the party late, there were already so many people dancing around to the music. Some were very obviously smoking, drinking, or doing whatever else people do in those crowds.
Yuta stayed on you the entire time like a watch dog. He didn’t intend for it to come off as such, but judging by the atmosphere, and people he didn’t know, he preferred to stay next to you.
After around half an hour went by, you were talking with your friend after just having spotted her. She seemed so glad to see you, and Yuta really didn’t want to interrupt.
In the middle of your catch up session, Yuta excused himself to grab a drink from the kitchen. He offered to grab one for you as well, but you politely declined.
He didn’t mind the chaos in the background, as long as you were having fun he was fine. On his way back, he was all smiles.
It wasn’t until he actually spotted you that he began to feel weird.
Who was that guy? Yuta could have sworn he'd never seen him before, yet somehow it looked like you were all ears.
Nothing about it seemed to be outwardly strange, but it was the energy of how the conversation seemed to flow, at least to him.
Who would’ve thought Yuta Okkotsu could be jealous? After all, most people can’t name a time where he’s ever remotely expressed anything of the sorts. It just wasn’t in his nature. Though tonight, something was just different.
He made his way back over next to you, brushing his hand against yours. Yuta rolled his shoulders, standing to his full height with almost robotic-like posture. “Hey Angel, who’s this?” He was practically flexing his arms with every movement he took.
With a quick glance over your shoulder and seeing that he’d returned, your eyes lit up, turning back to the boy in front of you. “Right, sorry! This is my boyfriend, Yuta!” You were so enthusiastic, pulling on his arm and putting all the emphasis.
The only thought running through Yuta’s mind was that surely the guy took the hint. Now he got it right? Maybe he’d end the conversation there and go on with his day. But no. It seemed to only motivate him further.
The guy outstretched his hand towards Yuta, who returned it with a firm handshake. “Names Yuuji, nice to meet you man!” Itadori’s voice boomed over the loud music that played. Even still, Yuta could tell just by how naturally the volume of his voice stretched over the speakers, he was usually a loud person.
Everything Yuta wasn’t. Unlike Yuji, Yuta was soft spoken, rarely ever raising his voice. Was that why you were so enthusiastic? Did you want him to be more like that?
A tight line pulled on to Yuta’s lips, giving the boy in front of him a very brief nod. When he glanced back at you, he could tell you were none the wiser. Just as before, you went back to chatting up a storm.
The next hour Yuta stood behind you as your conversation with Yuuji flowed effortlessly. You were treating him exactly like you would Yuta, joking like you’d known him forever. And Yuta hated it.
He didn’t let it show though. Physically he was acting normal with his usual cadences and calm demeanor. But inside his head? He was losing it.
All he could imagine was you and this pink haired guy, who seemed to be such a charmer chatting it up all the way to the altar. Yuta wasn’t doubting you, never that. He trusted you fully. But he didn’t know this guy. And it almost felt like either Itadori was oblivious to how exactly he was coming off.
Throughout the drawn out talking session you and Yuji were engaged in, he was beating himself up. Yuta felt horrible about it, but he didn’t want to pull you away from conversing with this guy just because of his feelings, so he waited until you were done talking to pull you aside.
Yuta was staring at the cup in between his fingers, swishing the liquid around when you finally made your way over. You leaned over the kitchen counter with a smile so bright he almost forgot how late it was.
One touch of his fingers on yours had you meeting his gaze. Yuta fiddled with your fingers absentmindedly, almost as if holding onto whatever last bit of confidence he had.
“So..Yuuji?” He didn’t intend for his voice to crack, but it did. There was only so much he could handle.
You sighed, nodding your head and smiling. “Haven’t seen him in forever. We go way back, you know?” There was a lightness in your voice, and even after only talking, you were out of breath like you’d run a mile.
The only thing Yuta heard was that Yuuji was the love of your life. Scratch out whatever other possible scenarios he convinced himself were the truth because unfortunately he settled on this one.
So you were beyond confused when he put his cup down onto the counter next to him, running a hand down his face.
He tried to turn his head away to hide, but you stepped in front of him moving his hand away from his eyes. Wait– Was he crying?
A few tears poked at the corners of his eyes and you quickly rubbed them away, a panic on your face. "Yuta? What’s wrong?” You must’ve said something wrong or are missing a piece of your memory from the last five seconds because your boyfriend was rid to tears after just a few words from your lips.
Yuta lifted his head trying to contain himself, because he knew this was it. This was where you’d tell him that you’d found a better guy, who you must’ve been in love with from the past. “You can tell me if you like him, you know?” It hadn’t even been a second and he’d already given up, so defeated. If you wanted to leave he wouldn’t stop you.
With wide eyes and tear stained finger tips, you brought him back to reality. “Yuu, I love you okay? You’re the only one I want. He's an old friend.” You forgot just how sensitive Yuta could get, and when his thoughts ran wild, well, that was a mess waiting to happen. “Yuuji’s the boy from my middle school, the athletic boy a grade below me?”
You both laughed in sync, seeing as how ridiculous this was.
Now he remembers. It was when you both were discussing old friends you had throughout the years. That was months ago, though, and the conversation was completely forgotten in Yuta’s mind by now.
With a nod, he finally looked at you, the worry slowly began to fade from his face. He felt like an idiot for not remembering. But as always, you were understanding. “Maybe it’s just the stress of the party. Want to head out?” That was true. There were so many lights flashing and the music was so loud that you couldn’t even hear the sound of people splashing in the pool out back.
With one quick sip of his water, Yuta agreed. “Yeah.”
A telling smile pulled up your cheeks when you took your hand and guided him out of the open kitchen and through the crowd of sweaty bodies. “Let’s go say bye to Yuuji, yeah?”
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Warnings: unprotected sex,semi-public (couch),creampie, cockwarming, not proofread.
AN: The best friend Yuta saga continues..
WC: 1.3k
Bestfriend!Yuta is so touchy.
It was no surprise you two were all over each other all the time. Holding hands, his arm resting over your back while you would walk down the sidewalk in town. All obvious signs of just how affectionate you two could get.
When it came to movie nights with Bestfriend!Yuta on the couch, it came natural to the both of you to be snuggled up with one another.
Bestfriend!Yuta was propped up on one elbow behind you on the long piece of furniture, chest to your back. Your head lay on the throw pillow underneath you, legs tangled with his underneath the thick blanket he’d dragged from his room.
The screen flashed with whatever movie was on. You two were barely paying attention to it anyways, minds zoned off elsewhere.
Bestfriend!Yuta held his normal expression while his fingers traced your exposed hip. The shirt you had on was just slightly lifted, enough for his hand to trace the bare skin.
Something about skin to skin contact was so comfortable. That was evident in the way you two could never seem to keep your hand off each other. Maybe it was something about being able to feel your favorite person in every way possible that kept you both glued together like magnets.
Bestfriend!Yuta’s hand accidentally found its way into your pants. It rested there, creating a tent-like shape over your lower abdomen. His palm remained flat on the fabric of your underwear, unmoving.
Heat built on your skin, internally and externally. Not a word was spoken between the two of you, the only sound audible being the buzz of the movie playing in the background.
Bestfriend!Yuta leaned his head close to your hair. You could feel his breath on your ear, a sign that his lips were close. They were always close. Somewhere on your body at any given point in time.
Bestfriend!Yuta pressed his soft lips behind your ear, leaving one kiss, then another, then another. You leaned back into him, eyes still trained on the tv in front of the wall.
It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for Bestfriend!Yuta to be so intimate in any setting. You couldn’t deny that you both had slightly different shows of affection that other best friends might have, especially with the way his hands were resting under your pants.
You two had ordered food hours ago, the takeout bags forgotten on the coffee table off to the side. It was something light that didn’t take too much effort to eat. That’s what made these nights the best.
Bestfriend!Yuta wanted to help you relax. It was clear that you were just as exhausted as him. What better way to help get his best friend to sleep but with an orgasm? He could tell you were restless earlier, you’d been yawning since the first movie came on, and now you were on your third.
Your eyes were half open, holding the blanket to your mouth to silence your soft moans. Bestfriend!Yuta made sure to keep his lips near your ear so you could hear the way his breath staggered.
One shift of his tip into the top of your walls had him whimpering right into your ears, earning a tight squeeze from you. Words didn’t need to be spoken. You both knew it. The air was so relaxed, and your bodies moved on instinct, chasing after that release.
Bestfriend!Yuta pulled the back of your thigh over his hip to get a better angle, dragging himself in and out of you at a slow pace. There was no need to rush. It was a slow night, the tv held the only sound and light coming into the room.
Bestfriend!Yuta leaned back a bit, using one hand to move the blanket just enough to see the way your ass rippled against his abdomen. There was a white base forming where you two met. Yuta bit his lip, looking back upwards at you.
With the rhythm and consistent pace he held, you were getting closer to your release. For the first time, you ground your hips back into him just long enough for him to catch on. Your whole body spasmed, glancing down at the hand that had so sneakily moved it way to the top of your clit.
If you weren’t this tired, you would’ve been running from it by now. Every drag of him inside your walls had your body on fire. Your legs held onto him tight, the blanket, tv, and your own exhaustion holding you back from moving much.
Your head went weak on the pillow, he was working you, not even expecting you to do any of the work. That was just how he was. Bestfriend!Yuta was always going to make sure you didn’t have to lift a finger, that's why he was making sure to hold your hips onto his. So he can hit that spot in your walls over and over without you having to use any energy to cum.
Yuta could tell you were trying to be quiet, your face was buried in that blanket. He wanted to see you, see the face you were making. Using his free hand, your head was tilted to the side so that Yuta could get a good look. Your eyes were so puffy, and Yuta could tell you wanted to get there. “I know Angel, I know.”
The back of your clothes must’ve been soaking with sweat. Bestfriend!Yuta was pushing with a purpose behind you, he wanted to make sure he could do it. If he didn’t make sure you were able to cum in a few minutes, he wouldn’t be a good best friend. You needed rest. The faster and harder he got you there, the faster you’d be able to sleep. Yuta was so considerate.
It didn’t take but a couple more minutes of his deep strokes of his cock against your cervix for you to cum with an iron grip on the blanket between your fingers. You were so used to the feeling of him inside of you, so it was easy to push you into an orgasm.
Your orgasm had you frozen in place, and maybe it was the exhaustion that had you more sensitive than usual, but you were leaving crescents in Yuta’s hands.
Bestfriend!Yuta pushed his hips into you one last time before bottoming out, his own release washing over him. He held your hips tight, a few soft whimpers falling from his lips, syncing with your own.
Somehow, no matter what the circumstances were, Yuta knew how to take care of you like no other. Bestfriend!Yuta made sure to help the both of you ride out your highs together, not letting up until he was sure you got your fill.
Bestfriend!Yuta noticed you fell asleep a minute later. On any other occasion, he would’ve pulled out. This time though, he was nervous that if he moved, it would wake you up. He couldn’t have that could he?
So, Bestfriend!Yuta stayed buried in your warm walls, both of juices dripping down your legs onto the blanket under you. Yuta wasn’t worried. He’ll make sure it’s taken care of in the morning. Aftercare was always a must.
This was one of your favorite ways to relax with Bestfriend!Yuta. He knew just how and when you needed assistance falling asleep. Especially when you had chosen to lay on the couch instead of his bed, he could already tell you weren’t going to fall asleep after just one movie.
What can he say? Bestfriend!Yuta knows you like no other. You were his other half, his best friend. You knew each other inside and out, figuratively and literally. You both prided yourself on being the closest friends you knew. Even if some people were a bit surprised at just how touchy you could get with one another, they didn’t know the extent of it all.
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AN: comments are appreciated ♡
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Hi!!! Cold you write a fluff (yuta x fem!reader) with like the vibe of him acting like a gentleman toward us, showing that his love launguage is propably acts of service ykykyk. You can include Yuta's biceps because me and my sisters are thirsty animals.
𝒜𝒸𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒮𝑒𝓇𝓋𝒾𝒸𝑒 - 𝒴.𝒪.
PAIRING: yuta okkotsu x reader
Genre: fluff, one-shot
Warnings: fluff, suggestive comment, yuta being a sweetheart, procrastination (reader)
AN: I think I'm going to make another part to this, with all the love languages (txt mention?)
Just something a little light, I promise I'll get to the other requests in my inbox ♡
WC: 1k
You’d never take the average man seriously. Not ever again.
It was time for a much needed bedroom refresh. It was a spur of the moment decision, but not anything unexpected. The bedroom set you currently had was way too simple, not much storage, and honestly uncomfortable.
The mattress on your bed wasn’t hard as a rock, but it was definitely stiff. Months of your hips aching after sleeping particularly bad were past tired. It was getting ridiculous. You’d sat there for hours ordering the furniture, fingers holding Gojo’s black amex card. He’d agreed after you’d complained about your furniture.
You didn’t mention it to anyone else in the dorms, it wasn’t something that really needed to be mentioned. It wasn’t anything that relevant, just a dresser or two, a new bedframe, and a mattress.
After a long time of overpacked drawers and worry that you’d permanently injure your feet on the legs of your bed, the upgrade was long overdue.
When they arrived, the boxes were massive. It was a bit humiliating directing the delivery workers to your room, but everyone else was out so thankfully no one was disturbed. The sound of the truck outside was inescapably loud. Someone would’ve lost sleep over it. You surely didn’t want to be blamed for the reason someone failed a test because they were distracted.
Following the departure of the workers,you were left with 4 huge boxes that were overwhelming just to look at. After almost an hour of procrastination, you realised it didn’t have to be a problem for right now. If you left, who was going to drag you back to get it done? No one but yourself. And saving yourself the hours of your day it would take to set them up, you decided to take the day for yourself.
It was only supposed to take two hours to walk around the nearby area. Then two turned into three, and three turned into 6. It wasn’t even your fault. Everytime you were about to leave, you thought about those boxes that practically begged to be opened, and suddenly you needed to check out the store a few buildings down.
Eventually though, you had to come back. It wasn’t a great idea to stay out all night just to avoid some furniture that needed to be built.
Furniture that wouldn’t magically be built with a wand and a wish on a star.
Furniture that was going to drive you crazy if the boxes weren’t out of your space in a certain amount of time.
This was ridiculous, really. It was irritating you just thinking about having to put all the things you ordered together. You just needed to go home. Maybe then it wouldn’t feel like such a daunting task.
At last you did make it back home. Even after dragging your feet most of the day and swapping shopping bags between each of your hands.
The wooden floorboards creaked under the soles of your feet. It felt like everything was laughing at you. Mentally, you really reached the point of regretting your choices of ordering the things in the first place. Was the mattress even that bad? Maybe it was time to start stacking your clothes on the floor, was a dresser really necessary. And your poor feet, they can take a few more stubs, you’ll be fine.
You hadn’t even fully registered the fact that you’d reached your door minutes ago. Between the motions of pinching your nose, rubbing your forehead, and rolling your eyes, it was hard to come to terms with your situation.
Fear not, you found the courage to actually face the trails behind the door, the only thing that had separated you from insomnia, frustration, and cramped hands. You were finally ready to face all the emotions head on, what you'd purposefully been avoiding all day.
But they never came.
After you opened the door, you’d fully expected to see the huge cardboard boxes blocking most of the open space in your room, but they were gone. In fact, your furniture was already put together.
Stepping in the room fully, you spotted him. Yuta, tightening the last screws of your bed, his head towards the door, at the sound of plastic bags hitting the floor.
“Oh, hey Angel. I wasn’t able to put your covers back on before you got back.” His arms flexed, twisting the allen wrench until it could no longer go any further. “Must be exhausted. Long day?”
Not a sound came out of your mouth. Your mouth was open, rapidly blinking your eyes and tapping your cheeks to be sure this wasn’t a dream. Had he really built all that stuff while you were gone?
Sweat beaded down Yuta’s entire body. He stood up, dusting off his pants, and pulling his shirt up to wipe the sweat off his face. “I need a shower, that was hard work.” He chuckled, fluffing out his sweats.
That’s what pulled you out of the daze you were in. His abdomen glistened with sweat, highlighting his toned stomach. You needed to get your head back where it needed to be.
Yuta almost fell over when you jumped over to him, profusely thanking him while giving him all the kisses you could. “Oh, you’re so getting some for this.”
You were just so thankful you had someone like him.
Yuta Okkotsu was always doing something for you. Whether that was bringing you flowers to all your dates, always bringing a jacket of his that matched your outfit in case you got cold, making breakfast for you, or assisting you with cleaning up your spaces.
One day, you were exhausted from something as simple as exams. Yuta took it upon himself to run you a bath, with clean towels, clothes, and body care all you could relax.
You actually cried, pulling him in for a hug. “I was having such a bad day..”
The water was so warm, and you sank right in with no complaints.
He played your favorite songs, dimmed the lights, and kept you company the entire time. It was so nice to be able to spend time with him, crack jokes, and get treated like royalty all at the same time.
Instances like this were as regular as it could be with your boyfriend.
That’s precisely why you’d never take the average man seriously. Not ever again.
@texas-bitch-yee, @hioriiii, @megssleepygirl
AN: comments are appreciated ♡
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SYPNOSIS: After confronting Yuta about his unfair treatment of you while he was already not in the best mood, he decided to show you just why you weren't equal.
PT 2 to "🇼🇪❜🇷🇪 🇩🇴🇳🇪."
PAIRING: yuta okkotsu x fem! reader
Genre: smut
Warnings: unprotected sex, choking, manhandling, orgasm denial, rough sex, fingering, doggystyle, degredation?, dub-con (I guess), dom Yuta, teasing, not proofread.
AN: All the people who asked for a part 2, I have delivered :D
WC: 1.9k
“Since you want so much attention right?”
Yuta couldn’t believe you. All that talk, all that confidence just for him to have you in a headlock faster than you could even blink.
“My girl wants me to stop playing nice, huh?” Yuta shoved his fingers in your mouth, pushing past your lips with minimal effort. “That’s what you want, right?”
You can feel one of his cold hands rub down your front, the one that wasn’t still actively keeping you in that headlock, stretching your bottoms away from your skin. His fingers invaded your underwear, completely ignoring the fabric that kept him between himself and your pussy.
The movements were rushed, buried, and completely all over the place. Fingers roughly rubbed in circles over the mound of skin, the heat already radiating off your pussy.
His middle digit dipped down, swiping along your hole. Of course you were already wet.
Yuta pressed a digit in, satisfied with the way you immediately clenched down on him. He was generous enough to give you the opportunity to bask in that pleasure for just a moment, before he retracted the hand altogether.
An annoyed side came from your end, rolling your eyes in the mirror glaring at him. “That’s not fair.” Your boyfriend didn’t entertain your opposition at all, simply ignoring you while he was busy shoving your bottoms down your legs.
Once everything was off, he made it a point to direct your gaze to the mirror. He wanted you to watch. To see how he was about to ruin you. Maybe then you would think twice about pulling something like that stunt a minute ago again.
Yuta gave a warning flex of his forearm, a silent reminder to stay still.
His hand traced down the front of your stomach, trailing his hand down to your nub. He gave a few, infuriatingly slow circular rubs to your clit. Flicking it a bit before moving down to your slit.
You shifted around a bit, frustrated sighs coming from you before he finally put himself where you needed him most.
He sank his middle finger into the moist area of your walls, giving you a few slow strokes on the roof just to get you prepared.
The grin you had on your face was so smug. Even after your actions, Yuta still managed to be as patient and gentle as ever with the way he handled you.
Yuta could only chuckle himself as his eyes stayed glued to yours in the mirror. He’d been prepared to wipe that victory smirk off your cheeks.
The pace switched almost instantly. Yuta’s finger was moving so fast, the squelching sound that came from your hole was so loud.
You fucked up.
Not long after, once you were close enough he pushed a second finger in, then a third. You could barely even sit still, let alone control all the moans you were letting out. “Wait, wait–”
Yuta knew just how to drive you crazy, and you knew it.
Your eyes had squeezed shut, hugging Yuta’s bicep like a lifeline, begging him to slow his movements.
“Look.” The soft, sweet, soothing tone of voice Yuta usually had was long gone. It had been replaced by a deep hum that pulled from the back of his throat.
You were babbling all types of nonsense as you pleaded for him to be more gentle, slow down, anything. “P-please Yuta, just wait a minute..” Anything you could pull out to fight against the overwhelming sensation that had your legs quivering and heels denting the bed below.
The expression you wore could only be described as fucked out.
“No, I said look.” It was his turn to grab your jaw, making sure you watched all his actions in the mirror. If you thought you were so big and bad, Yuta was going to show you how different you two were.
Yuta was so disappointed. He let you get off easy all this time. That was his mistake.
Why do you think he would purposefully let you get the upper hand all the time? He was being so gracious as to let you think you were the one holding the cards, but it must’ve gotten to your head.
Yuta’s legs held yours open from behind with his own. He made sure to keep them all nice and steady so you had no choice but to watch yourself get stretched open on his fingers.
He curled the digits upwards, emphasizing the push up as if he was trying to grip on your insides. “‘Cause you wanted me to ‘take you seriously.’ Those were your words, weren’t they?”
Your breath was ragged and uneven, trying your best to move away but the positions of his arms made it impossible to do so. They kept you caged up in one spot, with little to no room to maneuver around. “Wanted me to stop going so easy on you--”
Yuta's eyes were basically popping out of his skull. Blinking would be a crime with how desperate you seemed at the moment. You weren’t even talking right now. Just whatever mumbles managed to leave your lips is what was said.
He let you dig your nails into his forearms. It was to make sure you knew that there were such things as privileges. There were certain things he could or couldn’t do, could or couldn’t take away. That was one of them, so you should be grateful that he gave you that at least.
The motions of his fingers halted, pulling out of your soaking hole and leaving a slap on your cunt.
You didn’t deserve to have that sweet release just yet, the way you were acting, he really shouldn’t even give it to you at all.
The only reason he was even going to give you dick after the fact was because he wanted to be selfish. Yuta Okkotsu wanted to think about himself for a change.
He wasted no time pulling off his clothes and shoving you forward onto your hands and knees. Giving a few pumps of his cock he pushed into you from behind, a relieved sigh coming from him as he basked in this moment. Your warm walls sucking him in and holding him there, as if they never wanted him to leave.
Much to his dismay, you tried to rotate your head, eyelashes soaked with tears, begging him to kiss you. “Yuu– give me..”
The attempt you made to turn your head to kiss him was just plain embarrassing. Yuta moved his head away, clicking his tongue. “You think you get to make demands like that?”
Every snap of his hips were rhythmic, his breathing uneven as he spoke between every thrust. “After you–” The grip on your throat got tighter as he felt his irritation rising at the thought. “--barged into my room, thinking you could just boss me around?”
One particular press of his cock into your walls had you falling forward with a strained cry. Only being held up by the rough holds of Yuta’s hands on your hip and neck.
Shameless you were.
Were you even trying to be quiet? Being so loud with your friends only a mere few doors down. You must’ve wanted them to hear you. That had to be it.
He wasn’t even being fair. How could he expect you to remain quiet when he was quite literally bullying his way into your cunt. You barely had time to even catch your breath between the time where he pulled out before pushing back in.
You didn’t want anyone to hear you, but it was so hard.
In a desperate attempt to silence the noises that were escaping your lips, the shaky hand that had made its home deep in the covers of his bed came up to close around your mouth.
The way Yuta hand abruptly halted every stroke of his hips just to give a firm shake of his head, reprimanding you. “Move it.” He’d made sure to pronounce every syllable, to make it clear to you, he wasn’t messing around.
With a shake of your head, you mumbled out a very brief, “no”, under the gasps that escaped your throat.
It was hilarious. You really were delusional. Of course you weren’t going to listen even though Yuta had already made it clear he wasn’t listening to any of that. He supposes that with you, actions do speak louder than words.
With a rather deep roll of his hips into that mushy spot of your walls, his movements halted, performing a thrust-and-hold motion on your cervix.
Nothing could’ve prepared you for that.
For a moment, you could’ve sworn you stopped breathing. Your eyes moved to the back of your head, silence taking over the room after a brief gasp on your end.
Yuta observed the way your face twisted in the mirror. The way sweat dripped down the side of your neck, with your scalp sweaty, and hair sticking to the back of your neck.
After a few seconds of an intense hold, you both breathed in sync.
As tough as Yuta had tried to seem, he couldn’t and didn’t run away from the fact that he was breathing like he had just ran a marathon. Your walls clenched around him as he released a particularly loud whimper, pulling out of you almost completely before slamming back in and holding once again.
The hand that had been holding yours behind your back released, moving to your hip instead to hold his balance.
Each shove of your hand against his abdomen had Yuta biting the skin off his lip, dragging you back on to him every time, so that there was no way you were running away from it. After all, words were meaningless.
Your walls tensed around him as he leaned onto your back, skin to skin, feeling the cool metal of his ring chain dangle over you.
At this point, you could care less about whoever heard you. The way Yuta’s cock filled your walls had you borderline hypnotised.
A few more slow drags of his cock in your walls had you falling over the edge, him not very far behind. “please, oh my–fuck.”
Yuta buried his hips to the hilt inside of you, a drug out “give it to me, please.”, coming from his mouth the second you came, pushing him into his orgasm.
You both were panting, soft whimpers from both of your ends as he slipped out, the sensitivity causing you two to twitch.
The smell sex and sweat was heavy in the air, your nose briefly catching the apple scent of the air freshener that sat atop Yuta’s desk.
The exhaustion took over you, leaving you to fall onto the mattress. You were so done. It was becoming difficult to even keep your eyes open. He’d fucked the energy out of you.
“On your back.”
What did he just say?
Your eyes lazily glanced up to meet him in the mirror, though Yuta had already beaten you to the punch.
The next thing you knew, he did indeed have you on your back, legs in the air as his tip pushed its way back into you. By the way his pupils were blown out, hair messily falling in front of his face, soaked in sweat, it wouldn’t take a genius to know this was far from over.
So much for being done.
@texas-bitch-yee, @hioriiii, @megssleepygirl
AN: comments are appreciated ♡
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SYPNOSIS: For some reason, your boyfriend never wants to spar with you. He always goes easy, specifically and exclusively on you, and it's irritating. So when you just about reach your limit, he does too.
PAIRING: yuta okkotsu x reader
Genre: one-shot
Warnings: suggestive themes, choking, yuta being irritated :D, reader playing around too much.
AN: Yeah as soon as the dub dropped for ep 12 I watched it, and well that clip of Yuta saying "we're done" has been on loop for the past 12 hrs :)))
WC: 1k
Watching Yuta train wasn’t anything new to you at all.
But after seeing him earlier, sparing hand to hand with Panda, something was just different about it.
Was it weird to be hyperfixated on the way your boyfriend fights? Probably. Whether it was or not though was completely irrelevant.
You wanted to try too.
It wasn’t fair. Yuta never agreed to spar with you. On the times he did, he wouldn't go all out and it frustrated you to no end. You weren’t fragile and you could hold your own.
It’s not like you think that he doubted your abilities, but as if he was well aware of his and thought he would hurt you. The mere thought of accidentally punching his girlfriend in the jaw wasn’t something Yuta wanted to imagine. After all, besides the fact that it put a sour taste in his mouth, he also knew it wouldn’t be a very pretty sight afterwards.
It was irritating to say the least, but no matter how many times you asked, he wouldn’t let up on the subject. In his words, “he’d never put his hands on you, no matter what.” And usually that would’ve been such a reassuring comment, but not when you’re begging this guy to take you seriously.
Every time you spar together, he would let you win, and it was so obvious. If it wasn’t for the fact that his hits didn’t or barely connected to you, maybe it could’ve really been passed off as such, but he barely tried to hide it.
You so much as touch him and he’s exaggerating the whole thing. Whether that was dramatically falling on the ground, or holding his cheek like you broke his jaw.
Yuta would seriously let you leave him black and blue before he ever seriously hit back. It never got that far on your end though, because you would walk away 5 seconds later irritated because he was just letting you get the upper hand.
So while the rational part of your head would’ve told you to leave him alone, the stubborn part of you wanted to push him until he actually would take you seriously. You were very confident in your abilities, him going easy on you was doing nothing but bruising the ego you’d worked so hard to live up to.
The only way you were going to have a chance at finally sparring with him for real was now.
It was obvious that Yuta had been slightly irritated all day. That could be seen with the way he’d rolled his eyes a few times after breakfast, said a smart comment, and the most obvious sign, keeping to himself most of the day.
It was a given that at these times, you wouldn’t bother him unless you desperately had to. He never asked you too, but you knew he also needed to decompress with some time to him.
Not today though.
If anything you were determined to get on his last nerves. As crazy as it sounded, you wanted him to snap. Maybe then he wouldn’t treat you like some porcelain doll.
That was why you were already making your way down the hall to his room, mentally preparing yourself for what you were about to do.
You opened the door so fast it almost flew off the hinges. Yuta looked up, watching as you made your way across the room until you were at the foot of his bed.
He rolled over from his side onto his back, placing his phone down next to him. He was propped up on his elbows. “What's up?..”
All Yuta could do was watch as you folded your arms, your knees touching the edge of his bed. He was in some lounge clothes, and with the way he took a deep breath before speaking was all the reassurance you needed that he was actually not in a great mood.
Your voice was nothing like the way you intended to sound. “You never take me seriously.”
He blanked out for a moment, skimming his mind for what you could possibly be referring to. Not that he needed a verbal answer anymore though, because when he finally focused back up, you were on his lap, pulling him by his blue t-shirt. Your hand was on his collar, pulling him into an upright position, your eyes were only inches apart.
A hand held his jaw in place, eyes cold. “You never take me seriously at all, Yuta. It’s humiliating. How about you spar with me, for real this time.”
The look on your face was so smug. You’d got him like this, even catching him off guard. Maybe you weren’t so far behind him after all.
You were so confident. He’ll give you that.
Next thing you know, you were laid down on your stomach at the edge of his bed. You felt something wrapped around your neck, firm and tight. Your gaze immediately snapped to the mirror across the room on the wall.
He had you in a headlock.
Any attempt to speak went completely out of your head the moment you made eye contact with him.
A weight pressed against your back, leaning down against your ear. His voice was serious, eyes sharp, locking with yours in the mirror. “We’re done.”
Yuta’s forearms flexed with the position he held you in. You could see all the lines in them in the mirror, along with the light coming in from the sun.
The firm hold he had on your neck was slightly loosened by your hands pulling him back. It was as if a switch flipped inside of you. It was clear you were committed to this. You wanted to piss him off.
“No, we’re not.”
He raised a brow in the mirror, looking you up and down in your reflection. You could feel the way his breathing sped up in your ear, his lips pressing against your lobe. “No?”
He was being so sarcastic, your mouth was agape as you held eye contact. “You really wanna be humiliated, huh?..”
Before you even realised it, you were being tugged backwards, now seated on his lap. Your back was to his chest, while he maintained the headlock he had you in.
“Fine then. Have it your way.”
The sexond part is up ♡
@texas-bitch-yee, @hioriiii, @megssleepygirl
cracking pissed off yuta would go crazy but anyways yee haw
AN: comments are appreciated ♡
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Hi! I was wondering if you’d consider writing a one-shot inspired by the vibe of Rihanna’s “Kiss It Better,” centered on a reader x Yuta Okkotsu situationship. In this version, the reader and Yuta used to date seriously, but things fell apart when he had to go overseas. After reuniting, instead of fully committing again, they fall into something undefined something tense, on and off, and a little toxic where neither of them is willing to let go, even though pride, distance, and unresolved feelings keep getting in the way. I’d love for the dynamic to capture that push and pull energy, like arguments that always end in reconciliation, where they both know it’s messy but keep coming back to each other anyway, unable to resist the connection despite everything that’s changed. These are the lyrics I’ve got inspired by “So I argue, you yell, but you take me back Who cares when it feels like crack? Boy, you know that you always do it right Man, f- your pride Just take it on back, boy “. Also I love your work! I’m obsessed!
SYPNOSIS: Your relationship was amazing. There was rarely any issues between you and Yuta. That was until he left. When he returned, you found yourselves in a endless loop of toxicity you couldn't escape from. That's because, well, "Love is the most twisted curse of them all".
AN: I binge wrote this in a day, so it’s been sitting in my drafts until I finished it. And what’s a better time than past midnight to post it :)) (It’s also my first and probably last time writing smut too its really bad)
We barely get Yuta’s perspective here oops :((
WC: 7k
There was one thing that nobody could one up you on.
It wasn’t your grades, it wasn’t how fast you could walk, it wasn’t even that uniquely strange talent you’d figured out you could do at 10 years old. If you had to choose, it would probably be your relationship.
Arguably, you would say you were in the most loving relationship out of anybody you knew.
Yuta and you just clicked in a way you just couldn’t describe. Even if you were similar people, or even polar opposites, you worked just as well together.
There were clear boundaries that you both set with each other off the bat, most of which were naturally not crossed, without even having to discuss them. You both knew there were things the other should and shouldn’t do, should or shouldn’t say. It was never an issue though, because there were rarely times those boundaries were crossed.
You two were extremely level-headed people. Especially being that you both hated arguments. They always put you in a bad mood.
With that in mind, conflicts were handled with honest, unfiltered discussions that usually ended with you both making up, and falling back into one another’s comfort.
Key word, usually.
Meaning, while that was typically the case, it couldn’t represent every conflict that ever arose.
Because that was before he left.
You’d been chilling in Yuta’s room, looking at a book. Every few minutes you would sit up, getting second hand embarrassment. Yuta would usually lean over and read the line you were making faces at, laughing at it alongside you.
This one particular time though, you’d leaned over to actually show him yourself, but he wasn’t laughing.
His face looked more serious. You weren’t sure why. Maybe he wasn’t in a good mood? He’d been a bit more anxious than usual, so you’d decided to ask about it. If something were bothering him, you wanted to help.
“Yuu, you good?” He looked up from where he was spinning his ring around his finger, a bit startled.
He shifted his position and reached over, gently taking the book from your hands and setting it on his bedside table. This made you sit up, because now it was clear that whatever was on his mind was not something that could be casually discussed.
Oh no.
There was no way this was happening. Did you do something?
“Baby, we need to talk about something.” No sound left your lips as you nodded, his hands slipping into yours.
“Gojo let me know..” He paused, and you were confused. What did Gojo have to do with this?
“I’ll be leaving for a while.”
What?
That was honestly worse. But it’s fine, wherever he was going it surely couldn’t be that long. A month max. But then why was he making such a weird face?
“Where to? How long?”
His hands tightened their hold on yours. “Kenya. And I don’t know yet.. I’m looking for something for Gojo.”
Kenya? Kenya. That was in Africa. On a whole other continent.
Yuta watched as your expressions twisted as you processed the information he gave you.
“I’m sorry.” A hand landed on your cheek but you moved away from it.
The tension in the air was so thick that you could only stare at each other in silence.
Both of you dreaded the question that was inevitably coming. This is why he must’ve been so serious.
Somebody had to address the elephant in the room, and it was going to be you. “..so what does this mean for us?”
Yuta took a deep breath, “The distance and unpredictability is going to be hard, for the both of us.”
The finality in his voice immediately had you pulling your hands away. He must’ve already thought about this for a while before even bringing it up to you.
“When.”
“What?”
“When are you leaving?” You had to know. There was no way it wasn’t soon, especially if he’d already made up his mind about the status of your relationship.
“Y/n.”
“When, Yuta.”
“Tomorrow.”
You sucked in a breath, running a hand down your face.
Getting off the bed, you could already feel the tears building in your eyes, and they were coming in fast. You tried to bite your lip, and blink them away, but it was already too late. Your cheeks were soaked.
“When were you even going to tell me?” Your hands were all over the place, running down your sides, face, arms.
This past week, month, you don’t even know how long he’d been pretending like everything was fine. It was so unfair.
It was selfish of him, he knows. He should’ve told you the second he found out, but Yuta was having a hard time coming to terms with it himself. He’d never even been in a long distance relationship, but he knew at least for the both of you, who were always up under each other all day, it was going to be extremely difficult to manage.
There was a dip in the bed before he was in front of you, trying to apologize with a hand on your arm. “I’m sorry..”
Shrugging his arm off, you stepped back, turning on your heel and heading towards the door.
That was the last time you’d talked before his departure.
The entire night you’d been a mess.
Having to deal with the fact that he was leaving was enough, and it was multiplied by the fact that you’d broken up.
You both were so hurt, that you didn’t even want to see him off. You really, really, didn’t want to.
That didn’t stop your feet though, from dragging you from your bed to the hallway, where everyone else was wishing him safe travels off.
You made your way over to the pillar closest to the small huddle of your classmates, gathered around Yuta, while you’d opted to stand off to the side, trying your best to blend into the background.
The only thought going through your mind was that even though you were upset, you were going to miss him so bad.
It wasn’t a lie. You really were going to miss him. You were going to miss every movie night spent in your room, every inside joke, every laundry day spent looking for a missing sock.
You didn’t even know when he would return. Even though you weren’t even together anymore it still pained you all the same.
Rolling your sleeve over your wrists, you couldn’t help but to cross your arms
It was killing you.
Yuta noticed. He always did.
Every thought you had was mirrored in his mind. He was going to miss you so bad, it was going to be a tough adjustment, but he was going to push through, for the both of you.
Yuta moved over to you and locked his hand on your arm. You both held eye contact for a moment and he gave you a knowing look, pulling you into his chest.
Just because you weren’t together didn’t mean he wanted to completely ignore your existence, and all that you meant to him. You both still loved each other after all, even if the two of you knew the uncertainty of his absence would cause unwanted strain on an active relationship.
You were not going to cry. Your fingers tightened their grip on the backside of Yuta’s white jacket, taking a deep breath. After a couple seconds you stepped back with your head tilted down, giving everyone else room to finish their goodbyes.
If you were to actually open your mouth to say something, you stopped yourself. If you did, you weren’t sure you’d be able to stop yourself from saying something you’d regret.
Honestly though, one of you should’ve spoken.
Because, over a half a year later, the words left unsaid, and lack of transparency in your feelings would lead to a vicious cycle.
One of love, resentment, and regret.
Over half a year later, it was the middle of the day, and you were all smiles.
Walking back to your classroom, you’d been eager to find Maki. You were itching to show her you’d found this trinket you had lost last month. She’d made a bet you wouldn’t find it again, since you both thought it had to be gone forever by that point.
The classroom door was open so you slipped inside, finding that it was empty.
So your excitement had to be delayed, that was fine. All it did was give you more time to let it sink in that you were so going to rub this in her face,
The thought alone was enough to keep you motivated to go find out where everyone had gone to.
Maybe they were with the first years.
Now that you thought about it actually, you passed their room on the way over and it was also empty. Of course you were the only one that must’ve missed the announcement that you’d be training outside today.
You didn’t even grab your training bag. Great. Kusakabe was going to have a field day with you.
Dragging your feet to the entrance, and seeing the other second years huddled up with the first years, you came up with every excuse you could think of.
You’d stayed up all night trick-or-treating. That might work.
Well it could, in theory. That was if you hadn’t actually been hanging out with everyone else. When was there even a time you weren't paying attention that you missed a whole announcement of schedule changes for the day.
You stopped next to a familiar figure, Nobara. You didn’t know her that well since she was a first-year, but you two were comfortable with each other.
“Oh come on, how bad is it?” You sighed, looking at the huddle of students that were a few feet ahead.
“Huh? What are you talking about?” She followed your eyes, to the huddle. “Oh that? There’s a new guy.”
“I must be the only one who doesn’t know him. Even Megumi’s over there.” You peered a bit to look closer, and she continued with her arms crossed. “His name was Okkotsu I think?”
You froze. Yuta?
She must’ve noticed the surprise on your face, “So I am the only one who doesn’t know him.” With a sigh, she took you by the arm and pulled you over to the group.
Panda was the first to notice you, stepping out of the way. “Oh, Y/n, there you are! Yuta’s back.”
He must’ve missed the look on your face because you weren’t trying to draw attention yourself. Was he so oblivious to how big your eyes were right now? Did he really have to be that loud?
His very awkward outburst didn’t even give you time to sit on the fact that Yuta was finally back, because everyone was already turning to look in your direction.
You were fucked. So much for trying to blend into the crowd.
When you got the chance to really look at him, you had to physically stop yourself from staring too hard.
And why did he look so different?
He was taller, hair styled differently, his entire demeanor was changed, so much more serious. He was honestly so much more intimidating, it actually made you nervous that someone could change so much in so little time.
You hid both hands behind your back because for some reason you couldn’t stop them from shaking.
All the suppressed emotions you’d shoved down were rushing up all at once. You needed to get it together, but now that you were face to face and his eyes finally landed on yours, you didn’t know what to do.
Don’t say it. Please don’t say it.
“Hey.”
He said it. With a smile on his face.
You forced every fiber of your being to force down all your emotions. You were not going to cause a scene.
A nervous grin appeared on your face. “Hey, Yuta.”
The silence felt longer than it was.
Thankfully, Maki was quick to see the way your hands pulled at the back of your top, saving you from the unexpected encounter. “How about we head back inside? It’s cold out here.”
Everyone else agreed, and you headed to the classroom.
On the walk there, Yuta’s eyes were on you the whole time, catching the way you squeezed Maki’s hand while walking through the doorway.
After you’d gotten back to class, you were talking to Maki, and realized you must’ve dropped that trinket on your way back to the classroom. She offered to go with you to find it, but you refused. You were going to take a much needed walk to clear your thoughts.
On your way back after some time, you finally found the thing. You leaned down to pick it up, then stood again passing it around between your fingers before a voice cut through the silence.
“Y/n?”
Looking up you were met with Yuta turning the corner.
“What’s up?” Your cheek pulled into a small smile, tucking the trinket in your pocket.
One thing you knew how to do was pull at his heartstrings. That smile made him weak.
“Just wanted to see if you were going to come to dinner tonight?” He looked out the window, shielding his eyes from the glowing sun. “Everyone is going–”
Good to know he still avoided eye contact when he got flustered.
You chuckled, nodding your head. “Sure, Yuta..”
He followed behind you as you made your way back to the classroom.
The silence was deafening. You needed to clear it, it was making you overthink.
“So how have you been?”
“Good.”
“Great.”
“Y/n,” You turned your head to look at Yuta whose gaze was now on you. “I missed you.”
Looking down at your feet, you couldn’t help but feel relieved for some reason. Like those words were the answer to all your problems.“I missed you too, Yuta.”
You just wanted to go back to normal.
Yuta was finally back. You should be happy. You were happy.
That was the phrase you kept repeating to yourself as he opened the classroom, moving out the way to let you go in.
For the next few hours, Yuta talked about everything he did while he was gone. The conversation continued all the way to dinner time.
This was the first time in a while, the first-years attended dinner as well. It made sense, they were getting to know Yuta, since Megumi was the only one who actually knew him.
The colors of lights were yellow, giving a warm ambiance to the room, adding to the nostalgia in the air.
Itadori and Nobara going back and forth asking him questions between the rest of us second years reminiscing about the last time we’d seen Yuta.
You were swishing your water in one hand, laughing at a memory Maki was talking about.
“There was this one time Yuta was trying to get a spider out of Y/n’s room, it was so big they called Gojo to put it outside the window.” She followed up with an inside joke from that incident, causing you and Yuta to make eye contact and burst out laughing.
You playfully slapped her arm, looking at Yuta who was rubbing the back of his neck. He turned back to you, trying to defend himself. “You threatened to throw it at my face!”
“You actually believed that! I wasn’t touching that thing!” You remember that day well. You’d only told him that to motivate him, but clearly it did quite the opposite.
Itadori raised a brow, motioning between you two.
He looked at Megumi, who didn’t know what he was doing. Only did he realise where Itadori’s thoughts were going after the boy already said them aloud.
“Are you two?..”
The question didn’t even need to be finished. Everyone already knew what he was asking.
Breaking the silence, you gave an awkward smile. “Not anymore..”
Nursing your drink, you avoided eye contact with anyone, especially Yuta. Even with the sound of Megumi shoving Itadori’s arm and mumbling something under his breath. It did nothing to help the tension that now hung in the air.
Great.
You’d missed the way Yuta’s smile fell flat as you answered the question. You’d missed the way he’d ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling.
You’d missed the way his eyes were on you for the rest of the dinner, for a different reason.
Following the dinner, Itadori came to you and offered himself up to do the dishes as an apology. You knew it wasn’t fair to be upset at him. How was he supposed to know when the rest of you had been avoiding the topic all day?
Now that didn’t mean you turned down the offer though. Not when the plates were stacked up out of the sink.
The smirk you had when you patted his shoulder and handed him the sponge was wide. You thanked him profusely as you practically skipped your way to your dorm room.
As you approached your door you were all giggles. When your hand reached the doorknob you noticed something, someone, in your peripheral vision.
You covered the scream that came out your mouth, and they approached you.
“Shit! Yuta, you scared me, seriously.” Your heart was beating out of your chest as you opened the door, learning in the doorway.
He just stood there, by his body language, you assumed he had something to say
No you weren’t doing this again. You’d played enough of the, ‘who could make everything more awkward games’ today. Honestly, you were over it. “..you need something?”
He stood in front of you, motioning his hand to your room.
Your face twisted into one of confusion, but you pulled your lips together and stepped in anyway, letting go of the door and allowing him to trail in after you.
“What was that about earlier?”
“What?” You kind of laughed as he shut the door behind himself. “You scared me.”
“At dinner.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair as it fell back on his face.
Oh, so that’s what he meant.
He leaned against the back of the door, head looking down at the floor. “You said it so easily.”
What was he even getting at? You answered the question, didn’t you? “It’s true, is it not?”
Yuta shook his head, laughing to himself a little bit. “You’re right. Why am I even..”
You sat on your bed, head tilting to stare at him.
Was that all he needed? You were going to get ready for bed.
Another few seconds passed, no words leaving his mouth.
Yeah no. You already were set on not having anymore awkward silence today. “Yuta–”
“Are you okay with it? Like really okay with it?” His voice sounded desperate as he crossed the room towards you.
Okay seriously, what was going on with him? First he was just standing in the hallway, now this.
Before you could even respond, he was right there. On the floor, sitting directly in front of you.
The words got caught in your throat. You were going to say something. You had to say something. Right?
But the way he was looking at you had you digging your nails into the fabric of the covers underneath where you sat.
His eyes were so desperate, yet so focused. It was almost like he was worshipping you or something. You scooted back a bit more on the bed.
Get it together. Get it together.
“Yuta, get up.” The way you said the words individually, you were so nervous he could see right through you. You were quite literally shaking. When did it get so hot in there?
His arms were on either side of your legs, staring up at you. “I’m so sorry, baby. I– please.”
You were holding onto threads at this point. Why did he have to be looking like that? Looking at you like that?
Yuta trailed his eyes down your body, and you followed his gaze the entire time.
“Can I touch you?..” He moved his hands that were on your sides to the top of your thigh, smoothing them over the soft skin, his head now resting on the other.
You mustered up the courage to speak. Someone here had to be responsible. “Yuta–” Your hands didn’t move. You refused to touch him. You needed to control yourself. “..Yuta, get up.”
“please.. let me touch you..”
Oh god.
“..Yuta, please..” Your voice cracked, coming out in a whisper. You were pleading with him. This wasn’t, you weren’t that easy.
Or at least you thought you weren’t. When it came to Yuta though, anything was possible.
When he wouldn’t move, your trembling hands found his hair, tugging his head up as gently as possible.
Right then was when you realised.
It was over.
You knew it.
Yuta did too.
You pulled him up by his hair onto his knees, crashing your lips onto his. Yuta’s hands were all over you, running his fingers over every inch of your body he could get his hands on.
You’d missed this feeling.
His lips on yours.
Hot, messy makeouts in the dark, whispers tucked into the sheets.
You sucked on his bottom lip, asking for an entrance. He gave in, opening his mouth, letting your tongues sloppily intertwine in your mouths.
His hands found your waist, trailing from your hips to your ass, giving it a light squeeze.
He kissed down your neck, wasting no time getting down to your spread legs.
Fingers hook in the waistband of your pants and underwear, tugging them down your legs in one swift motion.
Leaning against your thigh, he brought his pointer finger up to trail along your cunt. slit. His fingers spread your folds open. “Look at that..”
“Can I?” Yuta looked up at you, eyes big.
You could already feel his breath on your cunt. “Please..”
“so pretty, so so pretty..” His lips attached to your clit, sucking and swirling his clips around the sensitive bud.
Your hands found their new home in his hair, trying to shut your legs. He didn’t have to use much effort to keep your thighs parted, pushing them apart with one shove of his shoulder..
It was such a lewd sight. He looked like he was in love. His tongue was swiping in between your folds, licking and sucking like a starved man. Yuta propped one of your legs on his shoulder to get a better angle.
The sound you made was so embarrassing, you couldn’t help but slap a hand over your mouth.
Yuta must’ve noticed, because he looked up at you, moving your hand. His eyes were suddenly dark, serious. “no pretty girl. let me hear you.”
Oh god. He was trying to kill you.
You were gone. The way he was speaking, not a care in the world about just how filthy he sounded, it made you even more wet, and you really couldn’t help it.
He pulled back from you with a pop. “yuu..”
A finger came up to circle around your hole, drawing shapes on your cunt. "don't worry, I’m gonna give you what you want, I promise.”
Slowly, Yuta pushed the finger in, earning a whine from you. The stretch made you lean your head back.
He slowly began to push it in and out, getting more eager with every harsh tug on his dark hair.
You just looked so peaceful. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen you look like that. Just as desperate at him, chasing your release.
His big blue eyes never left yours, watching as your face continued to twist. He took that as an opportunity to pull his finger back, pushing a second one in beside it.
His free arm slipped under your thigh to the back of your ass, pushing you harder onto his face. It must’ve been his destiny. He was meant to suffocate in your cunt.
You were twisting around, not even able to sit straight as the heat in your lower abdomen was coiling up. “hmph, please yuta—”
He noticed.
You were going to cum.
Curling his fingers up, he came up for a second, mumbling the words in a sultry tone, pleading with you. “you gonna come?..”
You’d been reduced to nothing but putty. Not being able to form as much as a coherent thought, you could only nod frantically.
Yuta was in awe. The way your slick cunt sucked him in like it was afraid he would let go had him in a daze. His entire demeanor softened, like he was in a trance.
Nodding his head alongside you, like he was giving you the go ahead, he whined. “That's right.. come for me baby.”
Your pussy clamped down on his fingers, a hoarse cry ripping through your throat as you held his gaze, crashing into your orgasm. “yuta– oh my god!”
“there you go..” He coaxed you, holding his fingers to the top of your walls, watching as your eyes rolled back, heel digging into his shoulder.
Your legs were shaking, chest heaving as you came down from your orgasm, Yuta not letting up.
Pulling at his hair, you had to basically rip him out from between your legs.
His lips pressed a kiss on your clit, tilting his head to look up at you.
“One more baby, please?” His eyes practically glowed with need, lips glistening with your juices. “It’ll be good baby, promise..”
“Yuu..” You breathed out, sweat still covering your body.
"You're just so pretty when you come. Just look at how wet this pussy gets..” He held up his hand, which was shining in the light coming from the moon.
With that look in his eyes? The way he begged like you were the only thing in the world that mattered at that moment? How could you refuse?
You held up one finger, “One more”.
He nodded, and not even two seconds later he was already diving back in, fingers pushing back into your hole.
It’s safe to say Yuta Okkotsu never found his way back to his room that night.
The next morning, you woke up to the sun shining in through your curtains.
Rolling over, you looked at the time. 7:34.
With a sigh you sat up. It wasn’t Saturday yet, so unfortunately, you still had class today.
Looking over, getting startled. Yuta was still there.
Hesitantly, you ran a hand over his back, tracing the bare skin. You wish he could stay. It honestly still felt unreal that he was back, and right here with you.
You almost didn’t want to wake him up when he looked like that. Hair spread all over his face, eyes resting closed so peacefully.
The hand that was previously rubbing his back switched to light patting.
Yuta shifted a bit, opening his eyes slowly, giving you a groggy. “..good morning baby..”
You responded with a light chuckle, “good morning to you too.”
He sat up slowly, stretching his muscles.
Watching the way his biceps flexed as he stretched, it was proving difficult to not fall back into the memories of the previous night.
Your face got hot, deciding it would be better to avoid looking at him at all actually.
When you turned to look at him, his eyes were locked on you, admiring every one of your features. Leaning in, he placed a soft kiss on your lips. “None of that..” He chuckled, getting off the bed and slipping on his clothes.
You mouthed an “I love you”, as he slipped out the door. He mirrored the gesture, and let you know he was going to get showered.
As you looked out your bedroom window, the sun casting a warm glow on your floors, you were grateful that things went back to normal.
A few days had passed since then, and you and Yuta had been joined at the hip ever since. You never addressed what Yuta had said the night before, about the dinner. Even in the heat of the moment, there was still some truth in his words.
You all were outside, and Yuta was looking for some hurdles in the equipment shed.
It had been a few minutes since he’d left, so you went to go help him look, per the request of the other students.
You walked in, spotting him, and beginning to look around on the other side of the shed. “Yuta?”
“What's up?” HIs voice echoed a bit off the walls, turning briefly to look at you.
“About what you said the other night.”
“I said a lot of things. You did too actually.”
That resulted in a golf ball being thrown at his back. “Oh shut up, not that.”
“But seriously,” You shook your head, going to pick up the rolling ball. “After dinner.”
You heard him stop rustling around. “Can we not?” His arms were leaning on the sides of the bin he was standing in front of, getting back to what he was looking for.
Just by his tone, you could tell he wasn’t quite in the mood to talk about it, and you really didn’t want to upset the progress you built by pressing him about it. “Right, sorry.”
Yuta noticed he may have come off too harsh, he was ready to apologize, but you were already shouting. “Angel–”
“Found them!”
He turned around to see you on the other side of the room, holding one of the hurdles up in the air.
You’d avoided that conversation, not even bringing back up when you’d spent the night in Yuta’s room a few days later.
It was obvious he didn’t want to talk about it either it seemed, but it was fine when all you two wanted to do was keep the peace.
It was better to live in the fantasy land of whatever you both thought had taken the place of the relationship you’d once held, because confronting reality felt like it would break your bond forever.
That was one of the best nights you had in a while. Yuta had stayed up with you doing all the things you guys used to do before he left. Whether that was binge shows, play videogames, even styling his hair into the funniest way you could.
He went to sleep with the biggest smile that night, cuddled into your side after the last movie that was turned on.
It was one of the best nights you and Yuta had in a while.
Until it wasn’t.
Well that was convenient. You’d barely woke up and were already in a sour mood.
You’d been sitting on Yuta’s bed while making eye contact with yourself in a picture. It was from last year. Yuta was in it as well. It was a photo you’d both taken after a particularly fun date in the snow.
That wasn’t what was bothering you though.
It was the picture right next to it in the same frame. It was a picture of him, from what it seems, in Kenya.
Not that you’d intentionally wanted to be sour about it, but the caption didn’t help.
Best days of my life.
If captions had emotions, you were sure this one would be laughing in your face right about now.
You remember the time spent while he was gone. It was rough for you. Even though you hadn’t acknowledged it since he’d been back, it was eating at you.
The longer you stared at it, the more upset you got, getting off the bed and looking for your phone. You’d found it on the floor and grabbed the empty chip bag as well.
If you were going to leave pissed, the least you could do was clean up after yourself.
Moving towards the door, you slid your slippers on your feet, accidentally crinkling the bag you were holding.
“You weren’t even gonna say anything?”
The timing couldn’t be worse, you’d thought you would be able to leave before he got up.
You scoffed, looking up at a now awake, and fully sat up, Yuta.
“That’s rich coming from you.”
Yuta pinched his nose. “Whats up with you?”
Was it not obvious? You crossed your arms, grip on your phone tightening. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“I would, actually.” He was confused why you were so pissed, the day had barely started.
“I’m tired of acting like everything's okay. You seemed to be so happy while you were gone, while I was stuck here, without you, feeling like shit.”
Yuta’s eyes immediately snapped to the picture on his nightstand. You must’ve been staring at it.
He knew it was unfair. He really did. But he’d been struggling with the distance himself, trying to make it right.
After all that time, the way you’d hugged before he left, the way you two were still okay all day when he got back, all for you to backtrack when Itadori asked that question. It was confusing him. He wanted to move past everything and start fresh, but it was hard when you two couldn’t even move past this.
“You know I didn’t have a choice. I’m sorry.”
It seemed like apologies kept being thrown out, but the real issues were never being addressed. Your face held flat, “Is sorry really enough?”
“Is it?”
The silence was deafening. You just stared at each other.
Turning around, you stepped towards the door. This was getting nowhere. “Nevermind.”
Maybe you were too busy holding on to things to get his side. Was it the fact that you were so fixated on something that he said once. Were you so obsessed with the past that you were stopping your relationship from moving forward?
It had been a whole day of sitting in the aftermath of your argument. You regretted confronting the situation in such a way and ruining your morning.
It had been eating at you all the way until close to midnight, when you found yourself not being able to sleep, replaying the argument in your head.
All you wanted was for him to understand what you were feeling. That’s why you were there, standing right in front of his door.
He opened the door on the first knock. You were in tears when he pulled you into his arms.
Besides the fact that you’d argued, and you wanted to find comfort in him, even if it was so counterproductive, you still had to ask while you had the chance.
“You never even asked me back out, even though apparently, I’m your girlfriend? How does that work?”
“Can we just sit here please?”
“Yuta.”
“Angel.”
“What about what you said that night, about how I ‘said it so easily.’” Your fingers dug their way into his back. “We still haven’t ever begun to talk about that.”
“Do we need to? I was hurt, okay?” He was hurt the way you’d said it so indifferently. Even with the way you’d also acted like everything was normal the day he’d returned, you still said it so easily, like you were so content with everything. He didn’t understand.
Was he seriously not going to address the one thing that had been on your mind since that night? You were already sobbing, you were at your lowest and all he had to do was explain to you why he’d said that. “Just take it back.”
Yuta couldn’t understand why all the blame had to go on him. “Why do you keep acting like you weren’t the one who was okay with it too? With what we have now.”
You pulled back from him, raising a brow. “Because it’s hard to keep ignoring how much our breakup affected me?”
He felt horrible, he really did. Even with all the good memories he’d made abroad, that didn’t necessarily mean the breakup went as smooth for him as you were assuming. “But you did ignore it. Just like I did. I assumed we were on the same page.”
“Well we aren’t Yuta, it wasn’t fair for you to just leave.”
“You know that wasn’t up to me.” Yuta reached his hand out, brushing your hair out of your face. “I just want to move on, please.”
You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand. “Whatever. I don’t care.”
Shaking his head, Yuta sighed. “Why do we even keep this up if we’re going to keep going back and forth?”
“I don’t know.” “Me either.”
That was a lie. You both knew the answer to that.
Even though arguments were taking over your complicated relationship, the one thing that was consistent was the fact that you did love each other. Even in that way that kept you coming back.
Yuta didn’t want to have to say it. He ran his hand over his face, covering the stray tears that fell. “Let's just stop this. For good.”
“Fine.” Your own head was down. Not that it even mattered, he could hear the sniffles that continued to come from you.
That was all that needed to come from you two. To stop this before it could continue and get worse.
Everyone had been feeling the effects of your avoidance. You and Yuta weren’t talking at all, you weren’t even acknowledging one another's existence as a whole.
Things were bad.
If one of you walked into a room outside of class, the other would get up and leave.
Since your friends were mutual, and your classmates, it was difficult not to bring up one of you, especially in group hang out settings. Your peers felt as if they were in a minefield trying to navigate around you two. If they said the wrong thing, it would cause another argument and even more uncomfortable tension.
Eventually though, it got easier.
A few weeks had passed since the argument, and there was less tension in the air. Now that didn’t mean you and Yuta had interacted at all, but at least you were able to sit in the same classroom without having to be fifteen feet apart.
You’d been out for a while. It’d felt like you were walking on eggshells around campus.
To clear your mind, you started to walk around the nearby area. You’d walked into a small, nearby 24-hour restaurant, plopping yourself at a table.
You’d been glued to your phone the entire time, nibbling on the straw of a, now empty, drink. That was until you heard a bit of a commotion across the room.
It was a girl who looked to be around your age. She seemed to be causing a scene.
Usually you’d ignore it, but something was telling you to look. You debated over and over again if it was worth getting in someone else’s business.
By the time you really looked over though, you were already getting up.
You stepped in between the girl and the table. “Who are you talking to?”
“Excuse me?”
The man looked between you and the table, and you moved your head, making him finally acknowledge you. “You can talk to me. Not him.”
She smirked, “What are you, his little girlfriend or something?”
“If I am?” You leaned forward, raising a brow.
Yuta wrapped his hand around your wrist, grabbing your attention. “Angel, it’s fine.”
You kind of made a face, nobody was going to talk to him like that, especially not in front of you. But as you looked around, you noticed why Yuta didn’t even want to entertain the situation. There were already a few elderly staring.
Yuta stood up, and you moved with him out the door.
As you made your way down the street you didn’t even want to ask what that was about. You really hoped it wasn’t what you thought. The girl had been pretty aggressive, that’s why you had gone over there. It wasn’t because of anything else.
Yuta already knew what you were thinking, so he responded.
“She asked if I was single.”
Rather than responding as you usually would, you just kept walking.
The way back to the school was filled with silence. You’d hated the quiet in situations like this before, but this time, you relied on it. You needed it to figure out your thoughts.
Nobody spoke until you’d made it back to the dorms.
Yuta opened the door for you, but you shook your head. “I’ll come in later..”
You didn’t want to go back inside just yet, you needed some air. You sat on the edge of the porch, hanging your head low and looking forward out into the path.
There was a creak in the boards on the steps, a figure seating themselves next to you.
The sound of crickets and the wind were the only things that could be heard in the area.
You were the one who’d wanted to stay out here, so you spoke. “What does this mean for us?”
“I don’t know.” Yuta ran a hand down his face. “What are we even doing, Y/n?”
Leaning your head on his shoulder, you could only mumble a few words under your breath.
“I don’t know.”
It wasn’t a question about what you two wanted. Rather, how would you get there?
There was nobody else you could imagine yourself with, that was a fact. Yuta Okkotsu was the only person you wanted to spend your life with. He got you like no other, and you loved him so much you wanted to stay, even if it was selfish. He shared that exact sentiment.
For Yuta, he could only wonder if things would’ve been different? If he hadn’t waited to tell you he was leaving. What if he hadn’t broken things off before he left? Could long distance have worked, even when he couldn’t talk much? Would you have been okay with that? It ate at him every time you went through one of these moments.
As much as you both wanted to avoid the big picture, the thought reared its ugly head in the back of your minds.
The security in your relationship had been long lost the day Yuta left.
If you found it once again, maybe you could actually fix things.
If not, well then fate would decide for itself, and you’d be stuck in this repetitive cycle you’d found yourselves in.
@texas-bitch-yee, @hioriiii, @megssleepygirl
AN: comments are appreciated ♡
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hello! i wanna ask, how do you feel about writing smut? :3
Hii!! 🎀
This has been something I've been thinking about for a while actually!
I don't have much experience with writing smut, so I've been slowly trying to educate myself more on how exactly to write it.
I'm actually working on a slightly longer one-shot that has a smut scene. Whether or not that will end up being included is still something I'm on the fence about.
I'm sure that I will offer it eventually, but as of now, I won't be taking requests for it. Once I post a few scenarios with it, that'll likely be the time when I'll be open for requests!
i love your work! can i request reader getting jealous after seeing yuta and maki getting closer?? and she starts avoiding him because she thought yuta loves maki. he noticed her avoiding him and decides to confront her about it but she's still denying everything. after much pestering from him, she finally blurts out everything, how she knows he loves maki, how she loves him, etc etc. and then he just blushes like a tomato because he loves reader too!!! basically just misunderstandings + angst + fluff at the end 😩😩
𝓘𝓣 𝓦𝓐𝓢 𝓜𝓔? - 𝓨.𝓞.
PAIRING: yuta okkotsu x reader
Genre: angst, one-shot
Warnings: avoidance, pining, jealousy, feelings of self doubt, not proofread.
AN: So sorry I’ve been quiet for a few days! Got a little busy, and writers block lowkey got me in the middle of a project I’ve been working on!
WC: 1.7k
You should’ve known you’d never had a chance. Not when Maki was such a gorgeous girl, level headed, and just so her in a way that made her stand out.
Yuta had been hanging around her so much recently. If you knew anything about being in love with someone and actively crushing on someone, the way he’d been treating her was an obvious example.
You’d liked Yuta for so long you don’t even remember when you’d first realised yourself.
So now that you could see that he’d been getting closer to Maki, it made you so envious. Not that you were going to feel differently about her, but you couldn’t help but pray that she didn’t also feel the same way about him.
And you felt horrible about it.
Maki was a friend of yours. It felt so unfair to even be upset, you and Yuta weren’t anything more than friends. If he liked Maki, there was nothing you could do about it.
Though, you still felt so betrayed, even though you really had no reason to feel that way.
Not that you were oblivious to the nature of their friendship at all, but you'd only started to really notice recently. He always seemed to go out of his way to seek her out. Even if it was for the smallest thing, like asking for dinner recommendations.
You’d been sitting there too, when he rounded the corner of the hallway, pulling out his phone to ask what he should get.
Even so insignificant as it was then, you were so annoyed you’d missed that very obvious example.
After you’d realised that much, every time Yuta asked for advice on anything, you were set on not giving your input.
For instance, Yuta came into the common room one afternoon. Everyone else was chilling on the table already, talking and playing a card game.
Yuta sat down in the empty space between Maki and Toge, pulling his hands up to his face.
His hair was wet, dripping down the towel that rested over his shoulders. He ruffled the strands with his towel, drying his hair.
You’d barely looked up from your hand, just briefly glancing up at him through your eyelashes.
He leaned over, looking between the hands of the two next to him.
He started talking a bit, then got on the topic of weekend plans, asking for advice on what he should do.
Finally, he got to you, When he got to you. “What about you, Y/n?”
“Hm? I don’t know.” You’d mumbled, very briefly, looking back down just as quickly as you looked up.
Yuta cocked his head to the side, giving you a look. Maybe you were just in a mood, and didn’t want to talk.
After that though, he began to notice how you were always in a mood. Specifically, around him.
You could be talking to someone, Inumaki, for instance. As soon as he approached, you’d make yourself scarce. Whether that was by staying quiet, or completely excusing yourself altogether.
In group settings, it was a little less obvious, because most times you would stay put, but would avoid talking to him entirely.
He was beginning to get concerned. Had he done something to drive you away? Was it something he said, maybe it offended you?
If that was the case, he’d give you all the space you wanted, until you were ready. Surely you’d come talk to him about it soon, right?
Wrong.
When a few days began becoming a few weeks, it became clear to Yuta that something was really wrong.
He’d even confided in Maki about it a few times. They’d gotten closer, so even as all of you were still friends, he felt comfortable bringing it up to her, in hopes she’d know what was going on.
Maki herself wasn’t even sure.
You’d seemed pretty normal to her, and she’d only brushed off a few of the awkward group moments as though you’d been tired or something.
Honestly, it was driving him crazy. All he wanted to do was talk to you. He hadn’t been able to focus at all. When one of his friends, especially you, who’d his feelings mattered to him more than anything, deliberately went out of their way not to talk to him, it was eating at him.
He’d really been trying so hard to convince himself that he was overthinking things, but the more it went on, the longer it went on, he swore he saw a grey hair popping out his scalp.
Yuta was stressed.
That’s why even after your constant denial of your avoidance, and his, very clear, wrongdoing towards you, he’d decided to confront you about it.
He stalked outside, not even caring for the way he was basically speeding over to you, who’d been sitting on the steps near the track.
Thankfully you were alone, he didn’t want to make a scene in front of your classmates who’d probably pry for an answer.
The sun was shining into your face, almost blinding you from how bright it was outside.
Your head was pointed at the floor, resting on your knees as you attempted to chill out.
While it felt nice that avoiding Yuta meant that you didn’t have to witness him pursuing Maki, it also meant that you were imagining all the ways he would possibly ask her out on a date.
You hated being so obsessive over someone else's love life. That was so out of character for you.
Sighing, you opened your eyes, head still pointed towards the ground.
At the sound of your name, you looked up. It was Yuta. And he was moving fast.
Turning your head behind you, you started to look around. There must’ve been someone else around here he was looking at. But no, he was definitely looking at, and speeding towards, you.
Standing up, you got ready to leave.
He got over before you could begin walking away, calling your name.
The bass in voice told you this wasn’t a conversation you were going to be able to get away from.
Yuta stopped in front of you, face twisted into one of confusion and genuine betrayal. “Did I do something?”
“No.”
“No?”
“No.”
Why were you lying? Yuta brought a hand over the back of his neck trying to calm his nerves. “So why are you avoiding me?”
The way he looked so defeated made you feel horrible. He really hadn’t even done anything to you, which made you feel worse. At the end of the day though, you were protecting your peace.
“I’m not avoiding you.”
That caused Yuta to sigh, shaking his head. “You are.”
“Sorry if I gave you that impression, but it’s not intentional.” It was hard for you to even maintain eye contact, but if you wanted him off your back, you had to show him you were serious.
It might’ve been your fault that you had been so focused on avoiding Yuta that you didn’t even realise he still did see you at the end of the day.
“You’ve been talking to everyone else except for me.”
“You’ve been hanging around Maki a lot lately, I didn’t want to interrupt.” Shit. Now you were sounding like some obsessed fool.
He’d admit it, he had been hanging around Maki a lot. She was a friend of his too, and his primary training partner, why would he not hang out with her? “I guess I have, but what does that have to do with us?”
“It’s so obvious you like her, I’m just keeping my peace.”
Yuta was silent. Where did you get that idea? “What are you–”
His mouth stopped moving at the sight of the hand you held up in front of his face, cutting him off.
“I love you.” There was no other way to confront this situation than to be completely honest, at least you’ll look back at this moment with no regrets. “And as stupid as it is, I’m avoiding you because I know you like her.”
Even though the words had already come out of your mouth, you were so embarrassed, but kept talking, nevertheless.
“Everytime I see you with her it’s like the proof that I lost the only person that I could see myself with. I know it’s selfish that I’m sacrificing our friendship because I’m too immature to put my feelings aside, but that’s just how I feel.”
The exhale you let out was heavy. You’d just dumped all your stupid feelings onto him all because you were being avoidant in the first place.
“You’re just so different, Yuta. More caring and kind than anybody I’ve ever met. I just don’t think I can handle watching you give all that to someone else. I’m sorry,”
You expected him to walk away, look at you strangely, say something, anything, to fill the silence. But he remained silent for so long you had to force yourself to look at him.
His face was so red.
He didn’t even know what to say.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise I was..”
You shook your head, “Don’t apologize. This is on me.”
“I didn’t realise I was giving you the wrong impression. I like her, I do, just not in the way I do with you.” He rocked on his back feet, trying to smooth his face in hopes to calm himself.
“You don’t have to make me feel better just to save our friendship, Yuta.”
He stepped forward, interrupting you this time. “You don’t get it. I’m saying I love you too.”
“Huh?”
You were so confused.
“Yes, I have been hanging out with Maki a lot more. That’s because I was asking about you.”
Yuta nodded, he was being completely honest.
“That time I asked Maki for dinner recommendations? I asked her to give me something based on what you liked.”
That makes sense. When he ordered the food it was something you ate a lot. He’d offered to share, but you were so upset you’d turned him down.
You were so embarrassed.
All that just for him to actually reciprocate your feelings? You wanted to sink into a hole somewhere.
Yuta noticed, the flush in his cheeks still visible, moving to tilt your head up with both hands on either side of your face.
“You want to go get something from that spot you like? We have time.”
Was he asking you on a date?
You smiled, looking down, then back up to meet his eyes, pointing at your clothes. “Let me get changed first?”
He looked down at your outfit, then his, and laughed. “Me too.”
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reader thats a tease x yuta that gets flustered easily🥹 literally just imagine him stuttering over his words as reader casually flirts with him and then continue yapping like they didn’t just rock his world😋🤞 big smoochies for bringing us out of the yuta drought ™️
𝐹𝐿𝒰𝒮𝐻𝐸𝒟! - 𝒴.𝒪.
PAIRING: yuta okkotsu x reader
Genre: fluff, one-shot
Warnings: flirting, not proofread, yuta's biceps
AN: Thanks for all the love :)))
WC: 1.1k
Yuta was convinced you really were too direct for your own good.
Sometimes you really didn’t pay attention or filter your words, and now he had to deal with the consequences of your actions. Two minutes ago he was just giving you some pointers for your form, and now he was mentally beating himself up for not bringing a mirror.
His face must’ve been so flushed.
And the worst part was, he couldn’t help himself. Not when your face was inches from his, so close that he could feel your breath on his neck.
It was right after some sparring, so everyone had worn pretty light outfits. Temperatures were heating up, and on top of the amount of physical activity that was done was enough for everybody to be exhausted.
Everyone else had been rushing to get freshened up, while you had opted to stay back just a bit longer. Now it was just the two of you. Since you didn’t want to leave quite yet, Yuta had offered to keep you company, and you accepted.
Now, the two of you were finally on your walk back to the dorms. So naturally, you drifted into conversation about some things you both wanted to improve on.
Right now though, it felt like you were talking to yourself. He was so sorry about it too. He was just so preoccupied.
Apologies played over and over in Yuta’s head like a prayer. The poor guy didn’t really intend to be so zoned out.
He really wanted to be engaged in conversation too, he swears. But the way you were quite literally observing every detail on his face, breath on his neck, and staring at him with such focus made him so flustered it was borderline humiliating.
You stepped closer, trying to get a better view. Why was he standing so far away? You just told him you couldn’t see.
“Don’t–” The proximity was killing him, did you have to be standing that close? “Don’t you think that’s close enough?”
“Of course not, come here.” You tugged him by the neckline of his shirt, moving him forward to get a look at his face.
He bit the inside of his cheek. It would be the perfect time for someone to come save him because there was just no way he was going to survive if you kept doing this.
You were talking but he was so unfocused he had no idea what you were even saying. In his mind your lips were moving but there was absolutely no sound coming out.
His eyes though, were very much working to the best of their ability.
They were moving from your hair, to your eyes, to your lips–
“Yuta, see–” He blinked as you snapped your fingers in his face, bringing him back to the fact that he was still most definitely there, not in some alternate reality. “What? I’m sorry–”
“I told you, your jawline is super defined, like seriously.” Your hands traced the underside of his face, tapping lightly to emphasize your point.
Yuta’s mouth slightly fell open, raising a brow like he wasn’t sure if you were joking. “You think so?” His own hand moved up to lightly feel along the skin of his jaw.
He was thoroughly surprised himself. He honestly hadn’t been tracking the changes in his appearance at all. He supposes it makes sense though, he’d begun training a bit harder during the day recently.
Humming, you observed the rest of his face, mumbling something about how “he really was such a good looking guy” under your breath.
Oh.
Okay.
He must be really losing it now.
He asked you to repeat yourself, and you did.
Yuta was still trying to process what you’d said. Unfortunately, or fortunately for him though, he really wasn’t sure at this point, you’d moved on just as fast as you’d said it the first time.
So you weren’t going to acknowledge that? Okay. That was fine. He could deal with that.
Taking the opportunity to focus on what you were sure were very significant changes in his build, you motioned to his arms. “These too, it seems like they've been getting more toned aswell.”
Yuta was wearing a navy blue, short-sleeved undershirt that exposed the now, more prominent, muscles in his arms. You briefly glanced at him, the tone of your voice getting more focused out of nowhere. “Wait, flex your arm really quick.” He did just that, and his face couldn’t help but tug into a nervous smile at the way your eyes lit up.
You were stunned. His arms had gotten noticeably larger with muscle. You could actually see a pretty large vein popping out. He must’ve been really focused if he was getting results like that.
“Oh my..” You poked at his skin, it was so tough. The bicep felt like a rock compared to what you were expecting.
His face was so hot that he thought he might’ve been sweating at this point. If he was it was a good thing you just came back from the track because at least he had some type of excuse.
Now that you’d mentioned it, he’d thought Panda had mentioned something about it a few weeks ago, but it must’ve slipped his mind. So even though he’d been aware of the fact for a while now, his cheeks still got hot at the way you mentioned it so casually.
Bringing his arm up to rub the back of his neck, he could only respond with nervous laughter. “It’s not that big of a deal..” Yuta just looked up in the air, shutting his eyes while trying to divert the focus off himself. “Compared to Gojo..”
You let out a light laugh at that. “You know, Yuta, you’re so humble.”
Turning back around, you began heading towards the dorms again, and he followed.
As you strolled down the hallway, you completely moved on from the topic. “Like I was saying though, I think I want to visit a store I passed the other day!”
He was moving on autopilot at this point, while you were acting like you hadn’t completely scattered his mind.
Safe to say, Yuta was thinking about it until he fell asleep later that night. You were so oblivious to how nervous you’d made him. He tried to be nonchalant about it. But Yuta Okkotsu is anything but nonchalant.
On the other hand, while you were getting ready for bed a few hours later, there was one question that remained in the forefront of your mind.
Just what was up with Yuta after dinner earlier? He’d seemed like there was something on his mind. He was so zoned out he barely responded to any of Panda’s jokes.
If only you would’ve asked him.
Thankfully he already had the answer, which continued to keep him up all night.
You.
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both yuta and the song “RUDE!” by Hearts2Hearts are living rent free in my brain so that’s the i so behind this request :D
could i request a oneshot (or hcs!) of Yuta x a bossy/rude reader? she’s not like actively/actually malicious to him but she’s a bit of a demanding/high maintenance kinda gf. like always telling him to carry things for her, demanding he take cute pictures of her whenever they go out, having him hand her makeup & such when she gets ready, etc. some of his friends are like o damn your girlfriend is high maintenance and he just sighs dreamily like yeah, but i like maintaining her. no need to free this man, he’s exactly where he wants to be.
Warnings: suggestive themes, sweet bf x mean gf, reader gets easily irritated.
AN: This trope speaks to me in ways I can't explain
WC: 1k
Everyone knows Yuta Okkotsu has a very demanding schedule.
He wakes up in the morning constantly thinking about what he needs to do for the day.
And oh, is his calendar full. It’s more of a mental checklist than not, but it’s still just as important. With the way he carries himself though, no one would ever think this guy had so many things on his to-do list everyday.
For some reason he always had a smile on his face whenever he went somewhere. Many of his friends would wonder what job he had that was so demanding, yet kept him so happy all the time.
They’d ask, but he’d laugh it off, strolling off to make a call. His friends could only look and feel sorry for the poor guy, this was the third call this week.
Rest assured, Yuta’s making business calls alright. You had a nail appointment that he scheduled.
A few days before, you’d mentioned that you wanted to try a new set. So naturally, Yuta was pulling out his phone before you even finished your sentence.
Why would he not pay for them? It’s something you want, so Yuta will make sure you get it. Especially when those freshly manicured hands would be wrapped around him at all hours of the day.
It was so annoying.
You’d been irritated all morning, your outfit just wasn’t coming together the way you’d wanted it to.
It was frustrating you to no end, and of course Yuta kept reassuring you that you looked amazing, but you still felt like you looked out of place.
“I promise you look amazing–” “I’m not wearing this out.”
He just shook his head, “Baby..”
You glared at him, looking in the mirror once again. “No.”
So now, even though your plans were going to be delayed for a bit, he stayed and helped you fix what you were wearing.
“Can you pass me the mascara?” You mumbled, holding out a hand for him. He twisted off the top and handed you the wand. This was a routine at this point, you’d passed jokes once about how it felt like you were a surgeon or something.
It was that serious too, because who was he if he wasn’t going to sit and let his girl get pretty?
So when his friends stumbled upon you two coming out of a store in the outlet mall, they were surprised. You absentmindedly handed Yuta another bag on top of the other three he had in his hands, while you pointed at a jewelry store a few buildings down.
You were walking in front, with him trailing behind you like while you were on a mission.
The way you always lead the way whenever you’re walking somewhere has him so weak it needs to be studied.
And you know what? He didn’t even look like he had a care in the world. They don’t think they’ve ever seen him so content with literally anything.
Everybody knows that Yuta is whipped, he just can’t help it.
It was a Saturday morning, and once again, you were pissed.
Why? Honestly you didn’t know the answer yourself, but safe to say everything in your vicinity set you off.
First, you forgot to grab a clean towel from the laundry, so you had to call for Yuta to bring you one to the shower. Second, you forgot to buy new lotion, so you unfortunately had to take an unplanned trip to the store to pick some up.
The world must’ve really been against you today, you'd thought. Every little thing was making you even more irritated.
And poor Yuta was getting the brunt of all that irritation. Not that you were yelling. But you were moping around giving him the silent treatment all morning.
So by noon you were completely over it.
“Stop saying that.”
Yuta was standing in front of you, eyebrows raised with a tilted head. “Asking if you’re hungry?”
Was he serious? Because now you were even more pissed.
Rolling your eyes, you scoffed and got off the couch, going to your bedroom.
His gaze followed your frame all the way until it disappeared, just humming to himself.
Surprisingly, Yuta, through all this, was calm as ever.
While you were off having your fit, he did your laundry, swept the floor, and made fresh breakfast for the both of you.
He brought it to you on a tray, setting it in front of you. You mumbled out a brief, thank you, even while you still had your brows furrowed on the bed.
Most guys wouldn’t be able to deal with the way you were acting.
Thankfully though, you weren’t with just any guy.
A little attitude? Nothing he couldn’t handle later.
“𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝒸𝓉 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉!”
And so, after a few hours, you were in a much better mood!
So while many may feel like Yuta must be so overwhelmed, he isn’t worried at all. He’s certain he can take care of that temper of yours.
Since you were in a much better mood, Yuta decided to take you out to walk around the city.
Your eyes lit up when you saw the sunset over the bridge. It was beautiful.
There were so many different hues of colors that cascaded in the sky, pairing perfectly with the outfit you’d worn out.
You were amazed by the view, it was truly like nothing you’d ever seen in person. there was no way you were missing this opportunity. “Yuu, take my picture!” You shoved your stuff into his hand and turned back around towards where you came from.
He chuckles, your drink and phone in hand as he watches you run off to the railing. Yuta pulls up his phone to take the pictures, and he really couldn’t be any happier.
After a few you skipped back over to him, gently grabbing him by the collar and leading him over to get in the shots too.
You moved his arms in every direction for specific angles that you thought would highlight the view.
And to all the passersby glancing between him, the photographer, and you, the girlfriend, as you directed every shot, please don’t save him. He loves it over there.
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