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🏁 pit stop ! 𖦹 the best player on the team never loses, at least that's what he thought, up until losing her. whether its for good or not, remains uncertain. or the one in which yuuji itadori's girlfriend puts a pause on their relationship, where you fail to resist him one last time. (2.7K) | magnetic - jock bf yuuji masterlist.
🏁 safety car ! ⋆ not safe for work ⋆ smut ⋆ eighteen plus only. college au, not canon compliant, characters are in their twenties, angst, established relationships, break ups or being on break, insecurity, marking, fingering (f!recieving), creampies, car sex, unprotected sex, reader is emotionally avoidant lol and wears glasses, yuuji is trying his best. jock bf yuuji itadori, weird girl & fem reader. part of series but can be read as a stand alone.
🏁 team radio ! ⋆ this was originally meant to be a drabble but the emotions got the best of me wooooo !! i had fun writing somthing spicy n sad, i like showing that their relationship has its ups and downs! i hope u enjoy anway! click for more.
being on a break with jock bf yuuji. it’s only supposed to be temporary, a moment for your heart to heal because lately it feels like he doesn’t understand you. why you feel out of place amongst his friends, how their girlfriends leer at you when he isn’t looking. it’s embarrassing enough as it is, being the odd one out, the one people look at and wonder why the campus’ most popular jock is even with her. you know he isn’t mean enough to do something about it. so you put things on pause one night in his truck, after a game, after he’s won. you tell him you need space and yuuji doesn’t take it well.
he’s been broken up with before but not like this. not in limbo when his heart is still yours and yours is still his and he’s not allowed to touch it. being on break feels like sinking to the bottom of a lake with a weight tied to your ankle. heavy in his chest, to the point where he can’t breathe. yuuji drives to your dorm in the rain, varsity jacket soaked through to the bone. to the point where he looks like a wet puppy, pink locks damp and shaggy over his warm eyes. he stands outside your window for at least twenty minutes to beg for you to take him back, convincing you to sit in his car and just … talk.
but you don’t end up talking, it’s never just talking. with yuuji he kisses you like there’s a world out there that doesn’t matter — slips his hands under your clothes and brushes your open wounds like his hands are magic. sealing them up with fragile tape and glue. his presence often overwhelms you with warmth and kindness, but covers up anything ugly that you feel. itadori doesn’t let you breathe, he fills your lungs and takes up space when all you need is to cry.
“missed you, baby,” he purrs into your mouth, running his tongue over your teeth. “can’t believe you left me.”
your own ends up down his throat within a matter of seconds and his deft fingers inch down the front of your jeans — stroking past your panties and pinching your clit, rolling it lovingly. pretending like the mess of insecurities and hurt isn’t snowballing between you. even though you’ve told him he had to earn you back. the rhythm is too familiar, too comfortable and after all he’s the only one who knows your body. been the only one to touch it. the only one who gets you to cry into the depths of a storm and cum all wet and syrupy into the seat of his palm — blistering hot lips burning their claim into your neck.
his clothes are stoggy and water logged and heavy but it doesn’t stop the two of you from crawling into the backseat — the heavy rainfall rivalling the dull thud of your heartbeat as it pitter platters against the roof of itadori’s truck. like always, he’s all consuming — reaching every far thought in your mind as though he’s the sun rising in the east of your dreary night sky. there’s no time to think about how you look lying against sticky black leather, underneath the jock, no room to worry about whether or not you still turn him on. if he still wants you like he always has.
yuuji pops the button on your jeans and tugs them down, pulling the gusset of your panties tight against your wet cunt. when you shudder beneath him, eyes glossy and vacant of all the turmoil he’d seen before, the jock doesn’t hesitate. damp clothes are stripped and damp skin is eagerly pressed against yours — the rain tastes fresh on his lips from and despite how hot yuuji is, physical heat burning through you, he’s cold from the outdoor shower as well.
the stretch of his cock as it pushes into your fluttering hole is a sort of comfort to the ache you feel in your chest. the kind you get when you’re about to cry and the world that you know is collapsing around you. yuuji fills you wholly, to the brim with cruel ever-lasting affection and of course, his milky shaft. it hurts so good, to have him like this after weeks of keeping him at arms length. unread texts, liked instagram messages, fleeting glances between lectures.
you’ve missed him, oh you have, every lunge of his hips forcefully crashing into yours feels like it’s full of the love you’ve always craved. you clench harder, squeeze tighter when yuuji pulls back from your suctioning sopping mound, throbbing against the ribbed walls that swallow him down. “knew my girl would come back to me,” breaking away from your swollen lips, yuuji kisses down your neck and nibbles at your earlobe, breath soft and balmy against the bare skin there. “can’t be without you, without this perfect body underneath me. don’t go,” he begs, stomach muscles rippling against your abdomen, taut with pleasure. “don’t leave me again.”
the truck that you’ve laughed in, loved in, rocks with an unspeakably passionate rhythm — windows fogging from the heat of your sensual escapade. you feel almost whole with yuuji bullying his way into your cunt, carving you into the shape of him until you feel his tip bleeding arousal deep against your g-spot. except something doesn’t feel right, the ease at which you’ve let him after everything you’d expressed went unaddressed.
does he even care that his friends hate you? that you’re not like him?
the thought makes you sniffle his name as if it’s the last time, wailed with the howling winds as you roll your hips upwards — matching his powerful and wild bucks, lewd squelching sounds adding riffs over the slap of skin on skin and ruffling fabric. you’re consumed by him, devoured including all of your doubts — to the point where your back arches from soiled leather and your shaky hands have no choice but to ground themselves in yuuji’s sodden hair.
“that’s it baby, that’s… fuck — that’s it,” itadori whispers, his voice thickened with ardour and rough around the edges. “say my name, scream it. it’s yours, fuck it’s all yours. this body, this heart, this dick. ‘m all yours,” he pumps into you harder, faster — pelvis tacked to the cute little nub hidden between wrecked folds. coated in a nasty mix of your essence and his precum. it runs in a sweet stream down the length of your slit, slipping over your asshole. betraying you. because that’s all it takes, a little candied chatter from yuuji and you’re back underneath him when you know your heart needs the distance to heal.
“fuck, fuck, fuck,” the jock whimpers, words wrapped tightly in ecstasy — cracking like he’s about to shatter. you know that he’s close, you’ve bared witness to his peak more times than you can count. it’s a sight that feels like it should belong to you, but you can’t help but think of the others who had yuuji before you. you cry out, tears sharp at the edges of your eyes — unsure if they’re because you feel so good or because you hate the way your mind works. how it steals away the loving moments like this and fills them with insecurity.
yuuji switches to grinding, pressing that mushroomed tip against the squishy spot along your walls that has your chest heaving and a high pitched squeal tearing in your throat. “mhm… yeah baby? that’s the spot?” itadori hums, pleased with himself. proud. hips jerking forward again just to have your pussy lock and unlock around his swollen base again. “make it wet baby. cum for me, cum on this cock. make it yours.” that’s all it takes to have your glass window shattered, your high bursting through you like shards of a vase thrown to the floor. white floods your vision and your release trickles out of you in a hot rush you can’t even process. making a mess of the leather. soiling yuuji‘s dick and half kicked off clothes. you sob this time, needy and pained and desperate — mouth falling open in agonised euphoria. “g-god i missed how you sound when you cum for me. never wanna let that go.”
he wouldn’t if he could. he’d keep you trapped under the guise of his suffocating love without ever looking back at his mistakes.
you lay limp, dazed and like jello as yuuji chases his own rightfully earned orgasm. slamming into you feverishly, pulling smaller spurts and streams of sweet nectar from your ravaged mound as he picks up speed. loses coordination. “i love you, i love you, i love you so much.”
he chokes out, his own scream muffled as he plants his hot face into your neck. yuuji cums after you, just like he always does. putting your pleasure first where he sometimes forgets the rest of your feelings — as though the sex he’s so good at can make up for what he lacks. the sex he’s had with the girls you worry about, the girl that you’ve become. itadori pants weakly as white hot pours into your womb, sticky and thick — pushed further along your rippling and sensitive wounds by a few hearty thrusts. the arm you had wrapped around his neck loosens as his seed pours out of you onto the backseat — but your eyes stay closed.
because if you open them, you won’t have the heart to leave him here in this far. to face the reality. that you’re so weak for yuuji that you can’t even stand your own ground. that your love for him outweighs your logic to the point where it hurts.
all two hundred and something pounds and six foot, three inches of him collapses on top of you — a usually welcomed weight that now feels suffocating. your nose scrunches as if they'll hold back your tears and you tilt your head to the side, avoiding yuuji's face.
“i meant it, you know?" he speaks shakily, regaining his breath whilst trying to nuzzle his nose against your cheek fondly. “i missed you. us."
“i know.”
you sit up then, swiftly before the dam breaks and the emotion leaks. yuuji mirrors you, confused as you shuffle around the backseat in search for your clothes. his breathing fails to even out —evident in the way his blushing chest rises and falls in rapid succession, panicked because you're panicking. too fast, too swift. as though you want to leave the moment behind and not look back.
a gaping silence stretches through the car, honeyed eyes that lose their warmth track your every movement and the jock sits shirtless. more nervous than he has been for any game or test in his life.
yuuji pierces the quiet, speaks before the clap of thunder. “can we please just get back together?”
“not yet.” your head shakes, just like your voice as you shrug on your tank top. your fingers brush his jacket, you'd always reach for it after intimate moments like this — yuuji watches you hesitate to grab it before retracting entirely.
but he forces the fabric into your grip, he's your boyfriend for christ's sake. he'd never leave you out in the cold rain.
“then when? why are you doing this to me? to us?” yuuji itadori would never yell at you nor shout if he could help it, despite being the outgoing and charasmatically loud guy that he was. yet, its not the volume of his voice that makes you jump. its the tinge of hurt that frays it's edges.
“because," comes your frustrated sniffle as you swipe at your face with the back of your trembling hands, effectively pushing up your glasses — overcome with every bitter, green sensation that's been tormenting you since you went on break. "i love you so much that id forgive you for anything and that’s not fair,” you exclaim, eyes wild and lips swollen. you're sure you look a crazed mess but itadori thinks you've never looked more beautiful. “i can’t.. i can’t get over the shit in my head and you always ignore it. kiss it better. fuck it away. i need… i need you to understand it.”
“but i do—"
“no, yuu. you don’t.” you snap, quivering. “i can’t pretend to be someone im not, someone who fits into your world because i love you, yuuji.”
the regret hits you like a freight train and the tears start to fall faster than you can stop them. clinging to the plastic frame of your glasses. because it’s so easy to fall into his sticky honey-eyed trap. you’re like a mouse to cheese, bees to pollen, moths to candle light. constantly seeking him out for validation, approval and leaning on him a little too much.
yuuji’s left confused. torn between wanting to comfort you and leaving you be — he doesn't know when he stopped being your person. when he stopped noticing what was wrong before you even had to say. its an idea that makes him feel insanely sick to his stomach already filled with dread. he doesn't want this to end or for this to be it, yuuji needs you. like plants need sunlight and nutrients and air and water. he needs you.
he doesn't get it. what went wrong and why can't he fix it. the thoughts become even more frenzied when you finish tugging on your clothes and pulling your hand away from the seedy mess you've left him. didn’t you say that you loved him? your body welcomed him home like he’d never left — and now he doesn’t understand it, why you pull away and act so eager to rush out into the rain.
“baby, you never had to pretend. you're perfect just the way you are,” yuuji tries. yearning. longing. he looks as though he'll break. "baby please—"
“don’t—" rolling your shoulders like you're trying the shed the weight of his doe eyed and emotional stare, you warn the jock with an air of finality. then you reach for the door handle, your only escape. “i’ll call you.”
you could stay and pretend that yuuji being who he is, adored by who he is... is something that you can ignore. that the people he surrounds himself with aren't the ones feeding you doubts. you can play pretend and make believe but it won't stop the venom from reaching your heart, and yuuji can only soothe you, suck out the poison so much before he gets hurt too.
you need to leave and figure out if life is better this way, without you in his. if his team can get a long better, play better without you iterfering with their star.
“when?" the car door clicks open before itadori can stop it, you move to slam it shut but he pushes it wide open as the sky opens up it's floodgates. he yells after you as you trudge out, wrapped in his stupid jacket with his stupid number plastered wetly across your back. “it’s like you don’t even have a phone anymore. you never answer my texts, my calls. shit! we haven't spoken in days" itadori tumbles after you, shrugging on his t-shirt that instantly tacks to the outline of his body -- the scratches and marks you'd left on him evident through the water-logged material. "i had to drive here to see you. my... fuck, my own girlfriend! and i... and i can’t — i don’t know how to be without you.”
now you're at a standstill, a cross roads. you halfway back to your dorm's entrace. yuuji by his car. both of you caught in the rain.
you're thankful for it, at least. it's hard to see your tears in the pouring rain.
you woudn't want yuuji to know that you're cyring again.
“i don’t know. i don't know what you want me to say, yuu,” you whisper over the icy rain's pitter patter. “i’ll just… i’ll call you.”
turning on your heels, you dart back into your dorm builidng, not daring to look back and watch yuuji's big heart break.
you always be that weird girl, you'll always self destruct.
and yuuji will always be the jock that didn't care about social standings, the one that always loved you whole heartedly and the one that would always wait around... until you were ready for him to diffuse you.
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Happy 29th Birthday to the King himself!! (I don't how old he is anymore okay, I'm doing my best here)
I dragged myself from obscurity JUST TO POST FOR HIS BIRTHDAY- I will always do something for my favourite's birthday, even though I am really not over his death if you cannot tell. 😭😭
As @airanke so elegantly put it: "Good bye Touya, I hope you died knowing how much we loved you." 💙
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