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[misalsmistake]

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[sugurusbeloved]

18+ MDNI

you'd think a billionaire with infinite resources would just buy a damn candy factory when his sugar cravings hit. it should be that simple.

except, satoru is currently throwing a tantrum in his living room, aggressively tearing through his empty drawers like a deprived child.

"satoru, just use your black card," you sigh, barely glancing up from your phone. "order something. you look ridiculous."

"but that takes effort..." he lets out the biggest, most theatrical sigh ever in recorded history, rolling his shoulders with an annoyed click of his tongue whilst searching for whatever scraps are left.

and then, the furious rummaging suddenly comes to a halt. you can physically feel the moment his aquatic eyes pivot toward you upon realising: satoru is the strongest of his era (and apparently, the most charming as well). he doesn't need to order out when the sweetest dessert is sitting right on his couch.

before you can even brace yourself for impact, his muscly body traps you in, dropping his full mass onto you to pin your hips flush against the cushions. "get off me, you cocky idiot," you grumble, shoving uselessly at his shoulders. "i won't entertain whatever weird idea you have."

but he merely flashes that insufferable, shit-eating smirk, his fingers already sliding under your hem slyly. "c'monnn, don't be stingy. you wouldn't let your poor, hardworking satoru starve to death, would you?"

you roll your eyes and snap at him to cut it out, squirming and writhing beneath his deadweight to pry yourself free—but if there's one thing your friendship has taught you, it's that once satoru sets his mind to something, talking him out of it isn't an option.

fast forward twenty minutes, and any illusion of resistance has been thoroughly pulverized out of you.

now, you're sprawled bonelessly across his bed, your legs pinned wide over his broad shoulders while he buries his face disgustingly between your thighs. your cunt is a swollen mess, throbbing and pulsing around nothing as warm, sticky streams dribble down your thighs.

he’s already dragged two mind-melting orgasms out of you, leaving your stomach cramped and tight from the overload, but satoru hasn't given you a single second to catch your fucking breath. every time your body gives out to the ecstasy, his wet tongue just laps more sloppily at your sensitive clit, greedily drinking down the sweet nectar pulsing out of your core.

"s-satoru—" you manage to get your voice out, hands tangled helplessly in his messy locks, attempting to pull him off but he doesn't budge in the slightest. he just hums innocently against your sticky cunt, the vibration delivering a sharp jolt of bliss straight up to your soul. his pale, elegant fingers dig brutally into the meat of your inner thighs, keeping you locked in place as he slurps down your juices with a hunger that's nearly impossible to quench, wholly intent on flooding himself in your pleasure until his sweet tooth is finally satisfied.

[unknvhx]

‎ꫂ᭪݁ accidentally texting the jjk men ‘i love you’

bf!megumi, bf!gojo, bf!nanami, bf!choso, bf!higuruma, bf!inumaki, sneakylink!toji, bf!yuji

mdni. timeskip mlist

༯ all right reserved | no ai input. ©unknvhx

˗ˏˋ a|n . the higuruma one has a mistake in it but i really cannot be bothered to fix it so ignore it please u.u. - ‘i don’t take it back’ + ‘so you do love me?’ should be the other way around

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[reignpage]

hiromi higuruma is a munch.

we all know this.

he eats you out first thing in the morning, as soon as he gets home, and once more before bed (if he could, he’d fall asleep between your legs and never leave). eating you out isn’t foreplay for him — it’s the damn starter, main course, and dessert.

it’s a privilege.

an honour.

but did we know that he rubs the back of his tie across your soaking slit and goes off to work? that he sniffs your scent from the material whenever he’s bored, distracted, or stressed? and that it’s the only part of his clothes that his assistant never sees gets dry cleaned?

he’s such a pussy connoisseur that he can tell where you’re at in your cycle based on your scent and taste. the sweeter, the closer to ovulation…

and that’s the real secret to how he always anticipates your needs 🙂‍↕️

(probably uses your cum as gel to style his hair but we don’t talk about that)

[cupidstrace]

OH SWEET LAWD LEMME AT HIM IM READY IVE BEEN TRAINING FOR THIS

[kldgo]

QUICK STUDY

HIGURUMA.HIROMI / READER

SUMMARY — “ higuruma’s stamina is not as endurable as he thought it used to be.”

tags, nsfw, fluff, soft hiromi

IT HAD been a long day at work.

Documents spilled over his desk, paper cups—around several—cluttered the corner of his working space. Higuruma, ensconced in his chair, tapped the butt of a blue pen against the table in thought and the other to pacify impulsive otherwise murderous urges.

Source of such depravity?

Notaru Eida. His client. Lied. Again. Not once, not twice, but every moment he was summoned to the stand. He lies. The charge? Circumstantial robbery. The evidences were even more damning when brought to light. It’s what he’s here for—to prove it all wrong. However, to the prosecution, his forgetfulness is long past ignorance and neglect, encroaching towards deceit. Which he knew, was not the case.

How could he prove that when his client is all but truthful?

Eida was a sweet man. No denying that. Demure, gentle. Three dogs. Lives alone. A baker. But with a lot of burdens he’d rather not let society prod. Higuruma understood fully. Privacy is every man’s right but when you’re on the verge of a lengthy sentence, your person is the least of your concern.

Your freedom is.

Again and again, he warned him. If he doesn’t want to spend the next twenty years comfortable in jail—he should tell him.

Everything.

And even that was hard.

“Stop thinking,” Your voice was in his ear.

“Mh?”

He blinked, the earlier day now blurred back into the present—in the dim room of their bedroom, his back against the soft cushion of the duvet, still in work clothes, and in the process of removal. You were above him in—oh, god—thin shorts and a top between his legs, pressing soft kisses against his throat.

“You keep slipping away, Hiromi,” You muttered against his neck, rolling a pudge of his skin with your teeth. “You keep thinking.”

“I know,” He said, “I’m sorry.”

“Not enough.”

He closed his eyes, let out a groan, as your hand palmed his bulge in gentle squeezes through his trousers. You could feel the outline of him—tracing your fingers up the length to the tip, then down, towards his testicles. Warm, damp and hard.

A patch of red bloomed where you suckled his throat, “You gonna make out with whoever’s occupying your mind? I can wait, you know, if that’s any better.”

“You know I don’t mean that,” He smiled, just slightly amused—the tender kind. The kind that softened the severe lines of his face to something gentle.

“That would be tasteless of me,” He said, rocking his hips slowly against your palm. “Ah—I’d never do that to you.”

You kept up the petulant act, “Why else would you be distracted?”

“Work,” His palms, slack on the duvet rose to curl around your warm waist, “If work wasn’t so complicated you’d have taken up much of my mind by now.”

“But I’m not.” You jutted out your lower lip.

“You are.”

You pulled away slightly, that lower lip trembling—feigned, he knew l, but it wouldn’t hurt to play along.

“Not,” You squeezed him—a little bit harder. He bit out a groan, “I’d know because you’re busy wanting to poke a hole through someone else’s paper. Which legal textbook is it, now, huh?”

He trailed his palm up to your back, then down, then up—in slow, soothing motions, “I promise, every bit of the day I have, you’re always there in my mind.”

And, perhaps, always eager looking forward to what’s to come—especially on nights like these, where you’re zipping down his fly and slipping your cold hands into his boxers.

“Yeah, right.” You hmphed, “Somewhere.”

Higuruma curled his toes,“Not always, I’ll give you that.”

“Yeah?” You nudge his cheek with your nose, “Prove it or you’re going to the doghouse.”

And your hand found him—hard, slick and eager, pulsing against your palm.

“We don’t have a dog,” He pants, “But I have an idea on how I could demonstrate.”

His larger hands cupped your buttocks, and a quick roll, he flipped you over, now settling between your thighs. You landed against the duvet with a soft, creaky bounce of the mattress springs.

“Easiest way?” You stared up to him, the moonlight alighting your eyes mischievously.

He leaned down, silver aglow on one side of his face.

“I’m a lawyer,” He hiked both your thighs over his own, so your hips were elevated to meet his. “It’s natural that I prefer direct penetration.”

“Don’t you mean direct confrontation?”

“Whichever means I get to be inside of you.”

He shucked his boxers down enough, springing his length free. And without a beat, he pushed through your folds, into the warm clutching softness of your heat—

—And immediately came.

He groaned loudly, eyes widening in mortification. His hips stuttered at the force of his pulsing spend. The explosive orgasm made him tremble vigorously, pressing his weight against you deeper to the mattress—almost plunging the air out of your lungs. When he was finishe, trembling for another second, he slumped. Face tucked into your neck, breaths puffing your skin in hot breaths.

He came.

Within a second.

—even less than a second.

He was utterly mortified.

God, what kind of—

“Hiromi?” You asked softly.

He doesn’t reply. Doesn’t speak. Just pressed his incredibly warm cheek against yours. His cold nose dug into your neck desperately, hiding his face. All you could register was the warmth of his weight and hear the sound of his heavy breaths.

He was still inside you, snug and soft, but that wasn’t your concern.

“Hiromi, are you alright?” You shifted in the spot, and turned your head slightly, discerning the side of his head, the spiky tuffs of his black hair on his nape, loose strands at the top and his ears—oh, goodness—his ears.

They were incredibly red.

This is too much.

“Oh, you stupid man,” You wrapped your arms around his neck. He was so warm, so sweaty. “You stupid, silly man,” You couldn’t contain a giggle, “Beating yourself over your job and now you think you’re terrible at bedding me.”

He doesn’t make a sound. Pressed his face deeper into your neck. His hands somehow clawed his way up to your back, splaying it flat there, nails digging into your skin. The flush on his ears bloomed to his jaw, to his neck, and down his collar.

You stop giggling, voice softening, “Hiromi?”

Nothing. You turned your body towards him to get a better look on his face. And, you did. The side of his head. His mouth and nose sank into the cushion of the pillow, with only his eyes, silently sheepish and mortified, present to you. The black pupils flit to you, then back to the pillow.

Your embarrassed spikey little porcupine.

Oh, you can’t take this.

“Hiromi, really, it’s okay,” You said again, and he dug his face a little bit deeper into the pillow, in effect pressing his weight against you more, and also in effect, hiding his face further against your shoulder.

“Okay,” You giggled, “Let’s take a break. You’re clearly tired.”

The flush on his face bloomed into a deeper red and he mumbled something unintelligible.

[xamallo]

A quick warm-up

А ФУЛЛ БУДЕТ В ТГШКЕ🫦

[anxeious]

one thing about me is i’m gonna go lay down

[kenpisces]

⤷ ゛sukuna desperately trying to get the hot lifeguard’s attention using his nephew yuuji. you, the lifeguard, are not very impressed. ˎˊ˗

the sun was a merciless bastard, baking the sand until it shimmered. you, perched high on your lifeguard stand, were the only relief in sight. sunglasses perched on your nose, whistle glinting, you were the undisputed ruler of this stretch of beach and sukuna, sprawled on a towel like a lazy lion, was utterly captivated.

he’d been watching you for an hour. the way you scanned the water, the authoritative tilt of your head, the way your sun-kissed skin looked in that red swimsuit. he needed to have you. but you were a quite literally blind to his want and every attempt to get your attention had failed.

“oi, brat,” he grunted, nudging the pink-haired teenager next to him with a foot. yuuji, who had been happily building a rather lopsided sandcastle, looked up, sand clinging to his nose.

“what, uncle sukuna?” yuuji asked, squinting.

“see that lifeguard?” sukuna didn’t point, just jerked his chin in your direction. “i need her to notice me.”

yuuji blinked. “so… go talk to her?”

“don’t be a simpleton,” sukuna scoffed. “she’s too focused on her job. we need to create a distraction. maybe an emergency.”

yuuji’s eyes widened, immediately darting to the calm ocean. “a real one? is someone drowning?”

“no, you imbecile. a fake one.” sukuna’s eyes glinted with a terrible plan. “you. you’re going to pretend to drown.”

yuuji’s face fell. “what? no! that’s mean! and what if i actually get in trouble?”

“you won’t,” sukuna said, his voice brooking no argument. “it’s shallow. just flail around a bit. act pathetic. it’s your specialty.”

“it is not my specialty!” yuuji protested, but sukuna had already grabbed him by the back of his swim trunks and was dragging him toward the water.

“just do it, you little shit. or i’ll tell your mother about the time you tried to use her good kimono as a cape.”

yuuji groaned, shoulders slumping in defeat. “fine! but you owe me. like, a lot of ice cream.”

he waded into the water, looking back with a look of pure, theatrical dread. then, with a sigh that could be heard from the shore, he started flailing his arms and yelling in the most unconvincing way possible. “oh no! help! i am… drowning! augh! water!”

sukuna watched, ignoring the urge to cover his face with secondhand embarrassment eating him alive, in favour of waiting for you. but you didn’t move much, leaned forward in your seat and when you saw yuuji standing and then deliberately falling in, you just gave a slow, irritated shake of your head, and went back to scanning the horizon. your expression was clear: nice try, kid.

sukuna couldn’t even blame you.

“useless,” sukuna snarled under his breath. yuuji stopped flailing, a look of utter humiliation on his face as he walked back to the shore, dripping and defeated.

“she didn’t buy it!” yuuji whined.

“gee i wonder why,” sukuna deadpanned as he slapped the back of yuuji’s head. he walked over to the edge of the water where yuuji stood, then, without a word, he shoved his nephew squarely in the chest. yuuji, caught completely off guard, toppled backward with a surprised squawk and a dramatic splash, landing in a shallow dip that was, admittedly, just a little deeper than he was tall.

“hey!” yuuji’s head broke the surface, coughing and sputtering for real this time, his eyes wide with genuine panic. “what was that for?!”

but sukuna was already looking up at your stand, a smug, expectant grin on his face. now, he thought. now she has to come.

he saw you sigh with profound annoyance written on your face. you slid down the side of your stand and began walking toward the water. sukuna’s heart did a triumphant little flip. finally.

you strode past him, not even sparing him a glance. you walked straight into the water, up to your waist, and hooked a strong arm around confused yuuji and guided him back to shore.

as you deposited him safely on the sand, you finally turned to sukuna, your gaze sharp and icy. you leaned in, the smell of coconut sunscreen and salt water filling his senses, making him feel dizzy for a reason that had nothing to do with the sun. his plan was working… wasn’t it?

“did you just seriously push him in?” you asked, your voice even.

sukuna’s grin only widened. he leaned in closer, his voice a low rumble. “i just wanted to get your attention. you’re a very hard woman to distract.”

“i’m a lifeguard,” you said flatly. “it’s my job to see through bullshit.”

“then you must see i’m serious,” sukuna said, his red eyes locked on yours. “the kid’s fine. i wouldn’t actually hurt him.” he offered a dismissive wave at yuuji, who was currently trying to cough up a lung on the sand behind them. “he’s tougher than he looks. the point is, i got you down here. and since you’re here, how about we skip the near-drowning and you just let me take you out for a drink?”

you stared at him, a storm of irritation swirling in your eyes. your lips pressed into a thin line.

“you are an ass,” you said, poking a finger into the center of his chest. sukuna resisted the urge to grip your wrist in his hand.

sukuna’s grin was utterly insufferable. “and you’re hot. so, what do you say?”

yuuji, finally recovered, scrambled to his feet. “uncle sukuna! i’m telling mom you tried to drown me!”

“shut up, yuuji,” sukuna said without looking away from you. “can’t you see i’m in the middle of something?”

you crossed your arms, your gaze flickering from his arrogant smirk to yuuji’s indignant, pouty face.

“you guys look weirdly identical.”

“no, he’s uglier.” “no, he’s uglier!” yuuji and sukuna both say in unison.

a small, reluctant smile finally tugged at the corner of your lips. you shook your head, the fight draining out of you. yes, he was an absolute menace, but he was also, infuriatingly, very, very charming. he’s been told so many times.

“one drink,” you said, holding up a finger. “and if you try to drown anyone else to get my attention, i’m having you banned from the beach. permanently.”

sukuna’s smile was triumphant. “agreed. i only need one chance.” he glanced over at yuuji. “see, kid? patience is a virtue.”

“you pushed me into the water!” yuuji yelled.

“whatever, loser,” he turned back to you, his expression softening into something almost genuine. “what’s your name, pretty?”

you told him, along with your number, and then you walked back to your stand, the whistle swinging against your chest. sukuna watched you go, a satisfied smirk plastered on his face. he’d gotten what he wanted, after all.

[misalsmistake]

nsfw alphabet with gojo

cw : smut , a lot of it ‘ bondage , overstim , exhibitionism , foot fetish ( but it’s minor ) , minor scent kink (?) , mentions of thigh fucking , mentions of pegging ( so brief it’s almost not there ) , throat fucking , oral sex (mf!receiving) , brief snot mention.

an: i wrote this in like 2 days, it’s the jjk autism, also gojos really nasty in this fic, I hope that’s not ooc.. but then against most sexy rich bastards are secretly freaks so maybe I’m a genius.

MDNI

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he likes to admire your face, even if just for a minute, your blissed out expression, disheveled hair, sweat sheening your skin.

also likes to listen to the sound of your breathing, soft serene panting, it makes his heart flutter.

you guys lay there until you drift off to sleep, then he’s waking you up to take a bath and rub your skin raw with a rag.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

on him it’s definitely his hands, using them to grip your thighs and or your legs to twist you into any position he sees fit. bonus points if you’re smaller than him, he’ll ask you to hold hands only to watch his entire hand envelope yours and your fingers struggle peak out from between his, really gets his freaky ass going.

on you? any part of you he can grip, so, everything. your ass, thighs, throat, hair? it all doesn’t matter to him, as long as his hands are on you he’s content.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he loves to come on your face, makes you hold your tongue out, his hand gripping your scalp to tilt your head to look up at him as he paints your face with his cum.

needless to say he loves watching it drip out of you as well, he’ll bend down to be eye to eye with your hole just to watch it slooowly ooze out, his cock already twitching back to life at the sight.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

foot fetish, definitely has asked for a foot-job more than once.

has done a ton of shit regarding your feet too, pressing your feet together so he can slip his cock between them and thrust into the makeshift hole like a mad man.

if you’re in missionary, he has no problem bringing your foot to his mouth and swirling his tongue around the big toe.

call him nasty, he’ll only smile.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i like to think he’s experienced, he’s had a lot of one night stands before meeting you so when you guys both have sex for the first time he knows what he’s doing.

now if you’re kinkier, that’s when he’ll be a little less bold, but he’s willing to oblige with anything your hearts set on.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

mating press, likes the closeness, and when he’s too tired to keep thrusting he’ll just hump into you until you both climax.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

extremely goofy, hardly any seriousness when it comes to sex with him.

cracking jokes about you the entire time, the way your face contorts when his cockhead pushes against your sweet spot. or that blissed out expression on your face when his tip presses against your cervix.

definitely burst out laughing the first time you queefed.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he’s trims regularly, sometimes he lets it grow wild on purpose though, just to see if you’ll notice.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

I don’t see him being all that intimate on occasion, though maybe if it was a birthday or a holiday, for instance Valentine’s Day, then he’ll really lay back on the jokes.

kissing your neck softly and whispering sweet praises into your ear. interlacing hands as he pounds you into the mattress

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

not as often as you think, his sex drive is high but he likes to save all that pent up energy for you.

when he does though, post nut clarity hits like a train. staring at the cum coating his palm and thinking about how much better it could’ve looked messing your face.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

exhibitionism : has asked to finger you on a in public spaces, or for you to give him a handjob. the thought of getting caught doing something so vile really makes his blood rush.

overstimulation: usually with you receiving, likes to have you seated in his lap, legs spread wide as he plays skillfully with your clit. bringing you to release over and over until youre crying and wriggling in his grasp.

bondage: he likes to see you tied up in compromising positions, ones where you’re completely exposed to him.

maybe insert a couple toys, or press a vibrator directly to your clit just to watch you twitch and squirm. your limbs straining against the confines, a part of this also ties into overstimulation.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

it doesn’t matter to him, as long as his dicks stuffed inside you. he’s the strongest after all, so who’s gonna stop him from taking you wherever he wants?

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

tight or oversized clothing, likes seeing you walk around barefoot with tees too big for you draping over your body, leaves little to his perverted imagination.

or a pair of tight thigh highs, drools at the sight of your thighs spilling out around the band.

makes him wanna thrust his cock between them until the skin there’s an agitated color and you’re whining about your ruined tights and the uncomfortable warmth dripping down your thighs.

or

you having his scent on you, could be something as little as the smell of his body wash or the faint scent of his cologne clinging to your clothes.

“satoru, stop keep sniffing my neck it’s gross”

you say with a pout, pushing weakly at his forehead.

“sorry, you just smell..” sniff “—really..good”

you cock a brow “..I smell like you?”

“exactly” he grins, hugging your waist.

“then go sniff yourself creep”

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

shit, it’s a hard no, even for someone like him.

doing something to seriously harm you, like breaking a limb, it’s just a hard turn off for him. he doesn’t like seeing you in that much pain.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

either is fine, he likes the concept of control, and oral sex gives him a lot of that, pushing his cock down your throat until your nose is flush against his pubic bone, tickling nose and tears prickling your waterline, or fucking your throat until snots bubbling out of your nose and you’re clawing at his thighs?

or, he dragging the tip of his tongue along your chance, then to swirl around your little nub. watching as your face twitches and your eyebrows furrow, that pouty little look on your face because he’s giving you everything but what you want. likes watching you grow desperate and frantically buck against his face, only for him to overstimulate until you’re writhing and pawing at his forehead.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

it alternates, some days he’ll go painfullyyy slow, just watch each flutter of your eyelashes or twitch of your mouth as his cock drags along your walls.

some days he’s drilling into you from behind, shoving your face into the pillow listening to you scream and grasp at the sheets as his tip bullies your cervix.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

absolutely adores them, each time you go out you’ll be ankle deep in a conversation with your friends before he’s placing his hand on the crook of your neck to lean in and whisper something filthy in your ear.

then he’s pulling you into the nearest bathroom, male or female, it doesn’t matter, bunching your dress up around your waist and fucking into you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. groping and grabbing every part of your body until you’re cumming with a loud cry.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

I’ve said this earlier in my kink section, but he is definitely willing to take risks, spending a night at a friends house and fucking you while they’re sleeping beside the two of you.

having you seated next to him, his fingers stuffed into your pussy and lazily thrusting in and out of you. sometimes you have to urge him to keep going because the movie keeps distracting him.

he absolutely loves the thrill of it, and if the two of you do happen to get caught he just brushes it off with a shrug, a roll of his eyes, and a promise to “never do it again” while you stand beside him shoving your face into your hands.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

4 rounds at max, and he’s already out of breath by the third. if you’re crazy enough to ask for another round he’s more than happy to oblige.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

a lot of them, it’s almost shameful, and most of them are there for him to use on you.

he clearly favors dildos and vibrators, making you fuck yourself on the silicone until you beg for him to give you the real thing.

or him living the vibrator on and letting it drag along the insides of your thighs, slowly dragging along the flesh until your cunts twitching and dripping for him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he’s so much of a tease, it almost makes you hate having sex with him.

he’ll edge you, coo at you, and call you shameles for repeating filthy words he asked you to say.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

not that loud on occasion, a couple grunts or broken moans might slip past his lips.

if he’s pent up, he’s as loud as can be, moaning sultrily in your ear as he presses wet kisses to your neck while practically humping into you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

definitely wants to try pegging with you, but surprisingly he’s too shy to bring it up.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he’s lean, a 6 pack with slightly defined muscles and a happy trail leading up to his innie.

his nipples are puffy and brownish pink, perfect for pinching and biting, yea??? you needed to know that.

his cocks long and slender with a slight curve and prominent veins running along the underside. the head a nice flushed salmon pink.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

extremely high, even the thought of you gets him hard. and once he climaxes it’s not that long until he’s ready to go again.

sex with him is almost a daily occurrence, his excuse being that “his day isn’t complete until his cocks been in your pussy at least once”

Z = Zzz (how fast do they fall asleep after?)

embarrassingly fast, especially if you guys went a couple rounds. even after quickies he’s out of breath and tired, sweat sheening his forehead and loose strands of hair sticking to it like glue.

like I’ve stated before though, he does like to watch your face as you drift off to sleep, his thumb languidly dragging over your cheek until your eyes flutter closed.

and then he’s pulling you snug against his chest, cushioning his chin on your head and falling asleep with you.

[diarysoob]

★ thinking about giving yuuji itadori a handjob underneath the blankets.

he's sleeping over at your place, curled up beside you in bed while the door stays cracked open because your parents said to leave it that way. the hallway light glows faintly, casting soft shadows across his flushed face as you shift closer under the blanket.

your hand brushes his stomach—barely a graze—but he tenses anyway, breath hitching. when your fingers slip lower, slow and careful, you feel just how hard he already is. he’s been trying to ignore it, trying to stay good.

he gasps softly, lips parted. “baby…” he whispers, his voice tight and low. “your parents…”

“then stay quiet,” you murmur.

your hand wraps around him gently. his whole body shivers, and he hides his face in your pillow to keep the noise in. you start slow, just enough to make him twitch, to make him whimper against the cotton pressed to his mouth.

you feel him trying to stay still, to be quiet, to hold it in. but his hips move on instinct, little jerks chasing every stroke. he’s already trembling.

“you’re already so loud,” you whisper, lips brushing his ear.

he shakes his head, flushed and falling apart, thighs tightening with every pass of your hand. he tries to say something, but it’s barely a breath. “i… i can’t…”

he’s close. you can feel it in the way his fingers grip the sheet, in the way his breathing stutters, in the desperate way he tries to press his face deeper into the pillow.

you keep going, slow and steady, thumb brushing over the tip—and that’s all it takes.

he comes hard, silent but shaking, hips stuttering under the blanket as he spills into your hand. he buries his moan deep in your pillow, face hot and damp, body twitching as he tries to breathe through it.

you slow down, easing him through the aftershocks, and kiss his cheek once his breathing steadies.

“you did so good, baby."

his voice is wrecked and quiet. “thank you…”

he doesn’t lift his head. just curls into you, breath warm against your shoulder, completely undone.

[polkayeti]

MODULO YUUJI !! I ♡ U

"You can tell me if it starts to hurt okay?" yuuji lays you back on the futon and glides his hand down your thigh, adjusting his hips in between your legs.

His jacket is completely stripped off along with his boxers. slowly, he positions the tip of his dick over your little hole, he likes seeing it squeeze around nothing.

"Nervous?" he asks carefully, not exactly putting it in you yet. "you can tell me." yuuji's left hand is on your hip while he rubs the skin to ease your anxiety.

"N-no yuu, it's just.. you're kind of big." your eyes widen at his length in between your thighs, your mouth opens in surprise

Yuuji examines his own dick in hand and slid it down to pump his length a few times, " ‘s not that big c'mon." he huffs out a laugh, "Want me to fuck your thighs instead?" he asks amused and leaned down, completely covering your body with his larger one.

"Nooo.." you grab his shoulder, "just be gentle." he half smiles at the confirmation and pressed the tip past your hole.

You gasp at the sheer size of his cock entering you, large and girthy, it's almost comical.

"Y-yuuu.." a whine left your mouth when he pushed his hips further to bottom out. yuuji bites his lip at how tight you feel around him, it was like stopping blood circulation on a finger with a rubber band.

"Shit! b-baby.." yuuji hisses and lifts his hips before slamming into you again, and again and again.

His hands held your waist firm, seeing his cock disappear in and out of you was something he probably won't get tired of.

"Feel me? right here." he murmurs with heated eyes trained on you to catch your attention. An outline of his dick shape is molded above your pelvis, it was something yuuji really liked to see.

"Feels good !" your breaths are louder now, seems that you're cumming first, not that he minds it.

"Feels good." he repeats. Yuuji feels your cunt tighten around him, momentarily seizing his movement, "s...shitt" he chokes when you come all over his cock. Still inside, he continued to thrust.

"Fuck makes me wanna come in ya." he breathes, eyes hazy with pleasure, "so good, so warm..." he squeezes your hips to gain your attention.

You wrap your arms around his neck and hugged him while he continues to piston into you, his cock piercing into the deepest parts of your cervix.

"Y-yuuji.. pull out!" you felt him twitch and he seemed to go rigid, only for a second before popping his dick out of you and shot his load all over your thighs and stomach.

"...You alright?" he caresses your cheek softly with an thumb, removing stray hairs that stuck to your face.

You nod dazed and raised your head to meet his lips in a kiss. He accepted it quick, moving his mouth against yours skillfully, tongue touching yours, teeth nibbling your lower lip.

Pulling away, you press kisses to his face and scars, the one beside his mouth stood out the most, you licked it gently.

"You're sexy when you aren't always wearing that hoodie Yuu." you comment, both your hands dragging down his naked chest, you realize he's also half hard now. Uh oh.

Yuuji groans when he feels the blood rush to his dick at your words, why does this always happen?!

"Hah..You.. ‘m still hard." he whines and lowers his head into your shoulder, "Thighs?" he suggest softly, murmuring a "wanna feel ya."

"Armpits?" you suggest playfully but yuuji raises his head so fast to look at you, "Gross babe." he comments with a smirk, "Bet we can though, if you're really up for it."

You smile but said nothing, enjoying his confused smile but he rolls his eyes anyway and positions himself in front of you once more, "Thighs it is."

‎

[kill4ill]

modulo yuji headcanons

tags/warnings: 18+ MDNI. aged-up modulo yuji 83, post-canon, established relationship, possessive desperate dom yuji, intimacy as coping, oral obsession, overstimulation/squirting/multiple orgasms, aftercare.

modulo yuji: who shows up at your door unannounced in the dead of night. hood up, eyes shadowed, that faint cursed energy hum clinging to him like smoke. he doesn’t say much- just steps inside, pulls you close, and buries his face in your neck like you’re the only anchor left in his endless life. “needed this,” he mutters, voice rough from decades of silence.

modulo yuji: who’s forgotten how to ask for what he wants. 83 years of carrying the burden alone made him greedy in the quietest ways. he pins your wrists above your head with one massive hand, the other sliding slow between your thighs, fingers knowing every spot like muscle memory. “tell me if it’s too much,” he whispers, even as he grinds deeper, chasing the heat that makes him feel alive again.

modulo yuji: who eats you out like it’s penance. kneels between your legs for what feels like hours, tongue flat and deliberate, lapping slow circles around your clit until your thighs tremble. his scarred hands grip your hips firm- gentle enough not to bruise, strong enough you can’t squirm away. those sharp eyes flick up, watching every twitch, every gasp, drinking in how you fall apart like it’s the only thing that still matters.

modulo yuji: who curls his long fingers just right inside you, pumping steady while his mouth stays latched on. he knows the exact angle, the exact pressure- decades of battle-honed precision turned sinful. when you start to cry from the overstimulation, he doesn’t stop; he hums against you, vibrations ripping another orgasm out like he’s collecting them to fill the void. “let it out, pretty thing…i’ve got you.”

modulo yuji: he smirks the first time you squirt all over his face and chest. that rare, crooked smile breaks through the stoic mask-soft, almost boyish despite the his age and tired eyes. “didn’t think you had that in you,” he teases low, licking his lips clean like it’s nectar. then he dives back in, hungrier, determined to make it happen again just to see that adorable, embarrassed flush.

modulo yuji: he is obsessed with your cum like it’s the closest thing to salvation he’s found. fingers, tongue, cock- he draws every last shudder from you, groaning when you clench around him. “more,” he demands quietly, voice wrecked. “give me everything.” he is greedy because he knows time will steal this too, so he takes it all now-lapping, thrusting, filling you until you’re dripping and boneless.

modulo yuji: who sends you filthy voice notes when the loneliness claws too deep and missions keep him away for weeks. late at night, his voice comes through rough and low, thick with need- breathing ragged as he strokes himself slow, the slick sounds wet and obscene in the quiet. “can’t stop thinking about your tight little cunt… how it grips me when i bottom out,” he groans, voice cracking on a whine he’s too far gone to hide. he edges himself mercilessly, drawing it out just to torture himself with thoughts of you, refusing to cum until he imagines your reply-your moans, your pleas-then spills with a broken “fuck, come back soon… need to fill you up again.” the messages pile up, each one more desperate, more wrecked, proof he’s unraveling without you.

modulo yuji: who gets possessive in the quietest, most devastating way. when you’re out in public (rare as it is with his hooded, shadowed existence), he stays close—hand on the small of your back, thumb tracing circles that send heat straight between your legs. later, he strips you slow, eyes dark with that ancient hunger. “no one else touches what’s mine,” he murmurs, biting marks into your neck while he grinds against you, cock leaking pre-cum like he’s marking territory with every rut. he fucks you possessive and claiming-deep, rolling thrusts that make you feel owned, his hands everywhere, growling low “say it… say you’re mine” until you’re sobbing it back, clenching around him like you’ll never let go.

modulo yuji: who holds you after, chest heaving, arms locked tight like he’ll never let go. whispers apologies into your hair for how rough he got, for how long he stayed away. but his hips still twitch, cock half-hard against your thigh, already thinking about round… whatever this is. “stay,” he breathes, the loneliest word from a man who’s outlived the world

hi, yall i’m sorry being late w my post but here u go also thankyou so much for being so supportive 𖾕𖾝꙼ᩚ𛲕𖾟

[kissthesword]

more yuji please🙏🏼

running from it

aged up!yuji

your face was pressed against the pillows, soft trails of drool running down your chin as your mind went to mush. yuji’s hips were almost punishing, slamming greedily into your ass with every forward thrust.

his dick felt as if it was growing impossibly bigger inside of you, your cunt was fucked raw, clit swollen and puffy from all the overstimulation. you really couldn’t remember when—or even how—it started. but you did know that yuji wasn’t stopping anytime soon.

yuji’s deep grunts filled your ears, one hand squeezed your ass as the other was planted firmly on your waist. pornographic sounds were spilling from your mouth before you could stop them, whines and pleas to slow down falling onto deaf ears.

it was all too much and too little as the same time.

as if your body was moving without your command you slowly inched yourself away from the brutal attack on your cunt, body reaching forward ever so slightly. it was that you wanted him to stop—quite the opposite actually—but the pleasure was so overwhelming you couldn’t help but try to escape from it.

of course he noticed, yuji noticed every movement, every little sound.

“don’t tell me you’re trying to run, baby.” his voice was rough, a stark contrast from his usual bubbly persona. you whined out, a small noise of protest coming from you as yuji tugged you back into him by your waist, free hand now coming up to press between your shoulder blades, pushing you further into the sheets.

“do i not make you feel good? wan’ me to stop?” he mocked concern, hips still steadily thrusting into you, jolting you against the mattress. “n-no yu—ji!” a squeal erupted from you as yuji suddenly pushed you flat against the bed, large body caging you in, trapping you.

his thrusts never let up, wet smacks of skin against skin bounced off of the walls. “then why don’t you take it? quit trying to run.” his demeanour had shifted rapidly, mere minutes prior his tone was softer, contrasting his rough movements.

now yuji’s tone matched his pace, rough and punishing as he fucked you into the mattress.

you were so full of him, the way each vein rubbed against your walls just right, how his bulky frame swallowed your body whole, the way he moaned in you ear. your head spun as everything hit you at once, the new angle forcing you to take him impossibly deeper.

small hiccups could be heard from your trembling lips, mewls mixing in with the lewd sounds of the room. “yuji, ngh—cumming, please.” your voice was raw from the previous orgasms, stomach tightening with the familiar feeling of your peak catching up to you.

“dunno, you did try to run away so do you really want to cum?” his words were punctuated by particularly harsh thrust, you could practically hear his pouty expression through his words. yuji’s once sweet eyes were now blown wide with lust, soft smile morphed into one of pure desperation.

“please, promise i’ll be good.” your speech was starting to slur, your begs being a last ditch effort to cum. “how can i ever resit those pretty begs if yours. come on baby, give me it.” yuji’s reply sent you spiralling, your hips tried to buck pathetically back into him, hurrying your face into the pillow as yuji pressed more of his body weight onto you.

your cunt spasmed around his dick as he continued to fuck you, tip hitting so deep you could feel it in your lungs. you cried into the pillow, tears coating the plush fabric. yuji’s coos only spurred you on, his gentle praises continued as he neared his own peak.

your over sensitive walls burned from the pressure, body twitching to get away but yuji was too strong, his weight pressed you against the bed, his hips hammering into you with such force it sent your eyes rolling back.

“stop squirming, please, ‘m gonna cum just a few more…” yuji’s voice trailed off as he felt his high hit, vision momentarily blinding as he pushed himself flush against you. breathing coming out laboured as he slowly rolled his hips into you, cum coating your walls with hot spurts.

you flailed under him, body going limp in seconds as yuji continued grinding into you.

you two lay still for a few moments catching your breath, slowly yuji pulled out, hissing at the loss of contact before flopping down next to you and pulling you to his chest.

“y’know, you’re really gonna have to try a lot harder to get away from me.”

[cherryscript]

dumb ways to fall³ . . . (on his d!ck) ᝰ.ᐟ

cw: himbo bsf yuji, he's hunky, kind and as dense as a BRICK, reader is lowkey a freak, yuji is down-bad, stupid!yuji, flirty!reader, we're going full blown SMUT with this one, BIG DICK yuji cuz duhh, begging, whimpering, he sobs when he cums , yuji being the big dumb sweetheart he's (all the characters are 18+)

<< part 2 | part 3 | part 4 >>

himbo!bsf yuji didn’t mean to pop a boner when you sat in his lap—you were in just his hoodie, no shorts underneath, skin warm against his thighs—and now he’s nervously bouncing his leg, biting his lip like “shit shit shit—don’t look down.”

himbo!bsf yuji groans, breath hitching when your hips shift just right—and he knows he should move you off—but your ass is so soft and he’s so weak for you, so he just mutters “fuck…sorry, I didn’t mean to…” like he’s the one being rude.

himbo!bsf yuji gasps when you cup him through his sweats, eyes wide, lips parted—he stares at you like you’ve grown horns and whispers, “you—wanna… do stuff? With me?” like he hasn’t been jerking off to the thought of you for weeks.

himbo!bsf yuji lets you pull him out, stunned and pink in the cheeks, hands hovering awkwardly as you stroke him—he’s heavy, thick, flushed deep at the tip, and definitely too big to be handled so casually, but you’re doing it anyway.

himbo!bsf yuji whines—whines, bestie—when you straddle him again, your slick dragging over his tip, whispering how bad you want him, how full you wanna feel, and he chokes out “wait—wait, I’m kinda… y’know… not small—”

himbo!bsf yuji tries to slow you down, sweet dumb thing he is, but your hips are already sinking and his mouth drops open, eyes fluttering like “oh fuuuck, you’re really—fuck, you’re really doing it—”

himbo!bsf yuji grips your thighs like you’re about to vanish, every muscle in his arms flexing as you force him deeper—his breath shaky, his voice cracking when he gasps, “you’re so tight, s’too tight, I’m not gonna last if you keep clenching—”

himbo!bsf yuji buries his face in your neck, moaning helplessly while you bottom out, his cock stretching you wide, too wide, and now you’re both trembling, bodies sticky and breathless like you’ve just run a mile.

himbo!bsf yuji asks “you okay?” every two seconds like the sweetheart he is—even as you’re grinding on him slow and messy, eyes rolled back, jaw slack—and he kisses your temple like “you’re so good, takin’ me so good, I’m gonna lose it—”

himbo!bsf yuji whimpers when you clench around him on purpose, full body shaking as he blurts, “fuck—gonna cum, can I cum? please? gonna make a mess, please lemme cum inside—”

himbo!bsf yuji wraps you up in his arms like he’s afraid you’ll break—buries himself deep, cums so hard he sobs, shuddering as he fills you, muttering “sorry, sorry, s’just—feels too good—been wantin’ this for so long—”

himbo!bsf yuji lays there after, still inside, still hard, arms locked around you like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded—and when you twitch on his cock again, he whispers, “round two? I—I think I can still go, if you want…”

[mayegasm]

˚. dreaming (wetly) about sleepovers with yuji and megumi ৻ꪆ ᦸ. requested!

𝓬𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 smut ⸝⸝ cunnilingus ⸝⸝ yuji and megumi bickering lol ⸝⸝ slight overstim

his tongue gently licked below your navel, pressing gentle kisses all over your lower abdomen before licking a lazy stripe on your clit then sucking. your legs were over yuji's shoulders as he ate you out under the covers; enjoying a snack, he'd claim.

"yuu—!" your squeal got cut off by a harsh kiss, megumi's hand on your thoat holding you in place. this was supposed to be a joint study session catered to yuji, but then it clearly went left. his tongue was clearly making an effort to keep you quiet, occupying the capacity of your mouth.

you felt a small chuckle; his tongue licking repeatedly, flicking between your folds and nibbling you, all the while another muscle was fighting with yours. it didn't feel like too much, it felt natural. overstimulating, yes; but natural. they definitely felt the same.

your toes writhed, manicured nails arching under the sheets that were already messy. yuji was getting rather greedy down there; his pace was sloppy and wet—his own saliva dripping back into his mouth after he had previously spit on you (as if you weren't wet enough). all was fine and swell until you let out a squeak into megumi's mouth.

he flicked his forehead, making yuji reluctantly pull off. "hey—! i'm not done yet. wait your turn."

"that's not what that was for." he glared at him, that familiar annoyed look on his face. the break allowed you to indulge in the environment of the room, leaving the cool air to blow on you, making you shiver. "we agreed—no penetration. your tongue counts."

he looked offended at the fact he said that. you relaxed, taking in this little breather you got on luck. "well, by your logic, you're penetrating her too. plus, she likes it."

megumi's eye twitched. these two were as stubborn as can be, not even setting aside their differences to please you. you let out a soft whine that got both of their attention—you were getting tired, and sick of their bickering.

yuji smirked, cheeky little thing. "told you—she misses me down here. she's falling asleep. you're not keeping her awake with your kissing." he flicked him harder.

"then you keep her awake."

megumi pushed yuji's head back between your legs, immediately resuming his work. he had this special way of giving head, and you could never find out what it was. you didn't even have time to process it before megumi got to your lips again. harsher.

he scooped one of your breasts out the bra he'd bought you months ago, the lace was all worn, threads sticking out. you needed a new one, and knowing them, they'd fight over who would buy it so you just never bothered to say a thing. he pinched and rolled your nipple between his index and thumb, making you gasp and whine into his mouth.

everything was all too much now, it felt too raw. too real. too in the moment for you. one of your hands moved to grip yuji's hair, tugging him away as you felt your orgasm approach. but without much surprise on your end, he didn't budge. like a tick lodged in your skin.

you came after they both simultaneously bit you—megumi to your lips, yuji to your other lips. that was your third orgasm that night. these two had time to spare, stamina for days. but you were just an ordinary girl in all this, you struggled to handle them both.

but you'd do it all again, all the same.

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[mayegasm]

yuji and megumi passing around your panties to jerk off in ৻ꪆ⋆˚⋆

it was downright filthy. disgusting, for yuji to steal his girlfriend's panties from her laundry and have his way with them.

even worse—he shared it with his best friend.

he had been subtle with it. whenever he would come to your dorm, he'd always snag a few pairs in the pocket of his hoodie. silliest thing was, you never suspected yuji would do something so obscene. he had the face and attitude of a puppy that always needed to be coddled.

hell, let alone megumi. he didn't even seem like the type to do anything like that.

yuji would return to megumi and his shared dorm, having stuffed several pairs of your underwear in his jacket. lace ones, lingerie, thongs, the whole gist, looking like he just robbed victoria's secret. he'd give him half of what he stole before going off and doing his own.

yuji would use your panties as a gag—partially to keep quiet, but also tasting the dried discharge in them as he pumped his dick with a tight grip. the tip, darker than the shaft, created beads of precum that dripped down into his fingers, creating a shlick-shlick-shlick that echoed in his dorm.

his grunts and groans would come vibrations with the fabric stuffed in his teeth. even so, megumi could still hear him rooms away.

he liked the thongs you had, the lace ones that were pink. you looked so good with them on, especially when you had the matching bra. these were his favorites. the way it sat perfectly in your ass got him bricked, almost hurting.

megumi, on the other hand, would stroke his dick with your panties in his grip. he liked the lace black ones, thongs didn't do much for him.

his long, pale shaft would be gripped tightly by his hands, pumping up to the tip; swell and red, precum spilling down his wrist. his moans were louder than yuji's, his way of coping with the shame of being so filthy to his best friend's girlfriend. he'd stuff his face in the pillows to cope with how loud he was.

he didn't know how he let himself get looped up in this. you were definetely attractive, that was a no-brainer. he'd never admit to yuji he had wet dreams about you sometimes, probably why he never questioned the taboo of this at all.

after about an hour or so, yuji would peek into megumi's room. he was near sleep. "you done?"

"mhm," he grumbled, throwing them across the room.

he would return it to your laundry, cum stains and all.

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[amourle]

ʚ ✉️ ⋆˚࿔ yuji has been waiting an eternity to play the role of super awesome supportive boyfriend when you’re on your period, but unfortunately for him, you’re not the best at staying on script.

ᝰ . itadori × reader ⌇ word count: 1.7K

itadori yuji loved to be needed by you.

it was the reason why when his phone vibrated, displaying your message of “raincheck? just got my period bleh :/” he immediately ditched megumi and nobara in favor of you, tossing a fleeting “sorry guys, boyfriend duties.” over his shoulder as he made a beeline straight for the nearest corner store.

the front door to your apartment clicked open, the rustle of plastic bags breaking the otherwise silence.

“baby, i’m here! i came as soon as—” the words died on his tongue when he finally caught sight of you. you, acting completely normal and finishing up with washing some dirty dishes. he cocked his head as a confused golden retriever would, the corners of his lips tugging downwards, dispirited.

the plastic bags spilled from his arms and onto the dining table clumsily—bags that were filled with all of your favorites. snacks, drinks, a little stuffed toy that reminded him of you, and even that one particular hoodie that you always found yourself stealing from him.

yuji often fantasized about being your knight in shining armor; his mind just couldn’t help but conjure up all sorts of scenarios in which he saved you heroically. whether that be from a super outrageous situation or something as mundane as the common cold.

he had thought about this specific scenario more than he would have liked to admit. he had thought about holding you so tightly, of you burying your face into his neck when your cramps got to be too much, of him rubbing soothing circles into your skin to help alleviate the pain. he was even packed with a full arsenal of knowledge about home remedies and what foods to avoid. itadori yuji had thought of everything.

when he walked in, he had expected to find you curled up in bed beneath the covers. to which he would have climbed in next to you, whispering that he was there to make it all better (corny, he knows). yet, there you were, standing in the kitchen as though you were completely fine.

“hey…” he pouted, visibly deflated. “i thought girls typically cramped and stuff. kugisaki said so.” his voice was low, the betrayal and disappointment beginning to cloud his eyes.

turning to him, you wiped your hands with a dish towel, eyebrows knitted in confusion. “well, i mean, yeah, but they’re not too bad right now.”

your boyfriend sank to his knees, the tile cold even through the fabric of his pants. all he had wanted to do was to impress you with his innate boyfriend abilities, but all he wanted to do in that moment instead was crawl into a hole and hide.

you chuckled at his dramatics. “yuj, you’re too good to me.” you were unable to hide the small smile that crept its way onto your lips. kneeling down with him, you wrapped your arms around his frame, placing a quick peck to the corner of his mouth. “my sweet, sweet boyfriend,” you cooed, pulling away just enough to pat his cheek lovingly. “let’s go watch a movie, yeah?”

—

his eyes burned into your skull as you curled up on the couch with him. you shifted stiffly under his gaze, wondering what could possibly be going on in that brain of his. were you acting weird? did he know something you didn’t? was he plotting something, and should you be on guard? you scrunched your nose at all the possibilities, the action only causing him to lean in closer, anticipating.

“what’s wrong? anything yet?” he blurted, hovering over your body and inspecting every inch of you with his eyes. “how ‘bout now?”

you shook your head, pushing him off of you and laughing at his eagerness to serve you. it was odd, but there was also something endearing about the fact that he wanted to take care of you, of how he wanted to prove how good of a boyfriend he was.

“c’mon, babe, won’t you throw a poor guy a bone?” he whined and threw his head back against the cushions, body limp and beginning to slouch.

truly, you were feeling better than was typical for you; your body had decided to be kind this time around and kept your symptoms minimal and tolerable. but yuji didn’t know that, perhaps it would be best if you played along for just a bit without being too obvious.

“y’know, a nice cold drink sounds good right about now,” you said, tapping a finger pensively against your chin.

yuji perked up at your words, eyes lighting up with the utmost elation. “on it!” he saluted you before darting into the kitchen to dig through his corner store haul. not even two seconds later, he returned with two cans of your favorite soda, still ice cold despite them having been left on the table.

you thanked him with yet another kiss on the cheek, grabbing the can from his hands before returning your attention back to the movie on screen. somehow, you two had ended up agreeing on the longest series known to mankind, and somewhere in between the second and third movie the bright colors and rapid changing scenery had begun to make your head buzz.

that in combination with the strong vanilla candle burning on the mantle and your heightened sensitivity wasn’t the most ideal combination. the seed of a migraine had been planted and it would only go downhill from there, that much you knew. it wouldn’t be much longer before your body fully succumbed to the pain, but you also didn’t want to be a party pooper and bail out on yuji either. he was completely engrossed in the action, reacting to every scene and dramatic line.

you allowed your eyes to flutter closed, pressing the cold can of soda against your forehead in hopes of mild relief—no matter how short-lived.

what you had tried your best to make seem a casual, discreet act piqued your boyfriend’s interest. the thing about yuji was that when it came to you, he was observant and receptive. he took notice of all the subtleties—how you closed your eyes when there was a particularly bright flash, the way you kept your nose covered with the blanket, and the way you used your cold drink as a makeshift ice pack.

getting up from his seat, he extinguished the candle, placing it as far away from you as possible before clicking the television off, all while mumbling something about how that one in particular was the most boring of the series and he was tired of watching it. in truth, he wasn’t actually bored of it, but he’d never admit that to you.

when he did so, he couldn’t help but note the relieved, yet confused, look on your face. the blanket dropped from your hold and eyelids slowly fluttered open at the absence of the bright lights.

“you okay?” he knelt in front of you, the back of his hand resting on your forehead to check for fever.

you nodded, eyes closing once more. “mhm,” you hummed and leaned into his touch as his hand drifted from your forehead down to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing gently at your cheekbone.

“i’ll be right back,” he whispered, lips finding their way to your forehead.

you listened as his footsteps faded away into the other room—the kitchen most likely—until the sound of his steps grew closer and once again he was kneeling before you. this time, however, with a glass of water and a small bottle of your preferred painkillers.

sitting up—hair disheveled and all—you took the pills, chasing them down with the glass of cold water. you had barely set the glass down when yuji hooked his arms underneath your legs and carried you into the bedroom. the bedroom where he had unmade the bed and drew all the curtains shut so it was as dark and comfortable as possible.

“just call if you need me, okay?”

you lied still as he walked out, not daring to move a muscle until you were able to hear him rustling around in the living room, cleaning up after all the snack wrappers and whatnot. your head went dizzy the moment you stood, but you did your best to power through and stumbled your way through the creaking door and into the hallway.

“yuj…?” you called out softly.

the rustling ceased. “hey, baby, what’s up?” he poked his head into the hallway where he caught you standing with a blanket around your shoulders.

“get in here and cuddle with me.”

a boyish grin that quickly evolved into a full-fledged cheshire cat smile stretched its way onto his lips. he didn’t waste a moment more, his body moving of its own volition, arms briskly sweeping you off your feet—as gently as he could muster so as to not aggravate your delicate state—before taking you back to bed.

his arms were strong around you as he shifted to fit himself against your body, chests pressed together and legs intertwined, before cocooning the both of you beneath the covers. his head dipped low, his lips finding purchase on your bare shoulder where the warmth seemed to seep straight through his lips and into his veins.

lacing your fingers with his, you brought his hand up to cradle the back of your head. you didn’t have to say anything for him to catch on, he immediately knew what you wanted and he would gladly give it to you. with his fingers massaging your scalp, you allowed yourself to relax under his touch, a small sigh slipping its way past your lips.

somewhere between yuji’s light touches and the painkillers taking effect, you found yourself nuzzling deeper into the cotton of his t-shirt, the smell of his detergent mixed with his natural scent making your eyelids heavy and lulling you in and out of consciousness.

“i got you,” he murmured, chin resting atop your head and arms pulling you in impossibly closer, his fingers never once daring to stop their caressing.

and though you were in pain and he hated that, a small, teeny tiny, little part of him was content enough with the fact that he got to fulfill some of his long anticipated boyfriend duties. even if not everything had played out the way he had originally imagined.

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