At the store, your precious pup trailed after you, eager and boyishly happy to be outside of the house with you. He’s been teething on your neck so much recently, definitely preening so everybody knew you were his. He’s still in training, and in earnest, was a little slow with some commands. For example, he did just fine with basic things like helping with cooking or obeying rules around the house. But when he’s balls deep inside you and can’t coherently understand your pleas to slow down or stop biting so hard. Now, you faced the consequences, covered by his claim and shyly walking around with him happily by your side.
You just had to punish him for this embarrassment!
Getting home, you tugged him by the collar to the couch, angrily straddling him. He was instantly panting, confused,
“H-huh? Did I do something— what’s wrong, babe?” He whimpered when your lips clashed, humming and kissing you desperately. Maybe you were just horny? He could do horny. But when you seemed angry? It got his heart pounding with worry and dick achingly hard. He couldn’t help it!!
His hands are instantly on your ass, squeezing like the needy mutt he is, soft puppy tongue dipping into your mouth and tasting how sweet his human is. His lil’ ears drooped, needing you so bad already, whining into your lips.
“You left too many marks last night when I told you not to, Yuji. Do you know what happens to pup’s that don’t follow my commands?” And he couldn’t help but grin, so excited for what you had planned for him.
“N-no, I’m sorry, baby-” and you cut your boyfriend off, covering his mouth as his tongue lapped at your palm eagerly. You felt your hole throb and brows furrow in faux anger at his clear smugness, knowing he’d never actually be sorry for what he’d done, so you’d just have to go through with it.
“Pants down, pup..” you murmur, lifting yourself to your knees and letting his hips lift to slide his pants down his thighs. His soft, pretty n’ pearly tip sprung out, bobbing shyly, and he’s visibly hard. You stroke him, teasingly, and let his hands go to your waist band to ease down as well. Though, his hands so come around to your ass to feel rawly in that pretty thong. Your shorts came off completely, and you settle back into his lap, feeling him already tugging your gusset to the side.
“Let your dumb puppy make it up to you, please? I’ll fuck it better…” he pleaded, trying to lift you onto his cock so he could just replace that anger with sweet, sweet dopamine. But you don’t let him have control yet, sinking down onto his sensitive cockhead and relishing in his loud gasps. You felt so welcoming around him, squeezing his thick length like you always perfectly did. You held his shoulders, leaned into his ear and degrading your sweet puppy with every heavy bounce back onto his cock. His tongue lulled out, panting against your own ear as he groped and aided your ass as it rippled in his palms. He was hypnotized, whining at your every word, how you called him a ‘dumb puppy’ and ‘your himbo’. He really is, with you, always getting so dumb with how his partner cleared his every thought.
He whined so sweetly as you bounced on his dick, the softest ‘oh fuuuuuuckk yess..’ trilling from his drooling lips as you hissed the idea of somebody catching him being dirty. You really did turn him on to no ends, he was gonna be so insatiable when you finally went limp… after all, you always did. Until further notice, his brain as turning to mush with how good you were fucking him, head tilting back and Adam’s apple bobbing with all the drool he had to swallow. You didn’t like getting messy so early in the day - he knew that much. His whines grew louder, tongue lulled out dumbly as his chin tucked on your shoulder, slamming you down against him faster and faster so he could keep feeling good. He was so brainless by now, the only thought being you.
When he came, his teeth sunk into the junction between your neck and shoulder, high-pitched whines turning to a more deep and hungry growl. You made him feel soooo good, your strong ‘n dumb pup couldn’t help himself. He trilled the words ‘thank you’ as he pulled away, tongue out and saliva connecting to the mark he just freshly dug into your pretty skin. To seal his dumbification, your mouth pressed to his and softly making out with him so he couldn’t think about anything else. Yuji was such a dumb mutt….
All day have you been neglecting your puppy during his most needy season. You didn’t wanna rile him up then prevent him from breeding - that’d just be mean. So, you went to sleep, forbidding him from sex completely!!! It’s only for a day or two, he could handle it, right?
Wrong.
You were sleeping so peacefully, looking adorable where you lay all curled in bed with your t shirt riding up and underwear peeking out to him. Yuji was already drooling, whimpering and begging that you woke up. When you barely even stirred, he just gently pulled the covers aside, slightly lifting your leg and scooting up behind you.
“Baby.. please, ‘m so needy!! I can’t stop myself, sugar, please wake up.” He desperately begged, as if he wasn’t slipping your panties to the side and grinding his length against your pussy lips. You were already a little wet - he didn’t realize it yet, continuing, “I need to fuck you… I can smell your pheromones. You must be needy, too…” he whined, ears drooping as his hand came around to your front. Sliding down, down, down, his fingers slid against your sex so perfectly, moaning against your ear and rutting a little faster to slick himself with your arousal. His fingers kept playing with you so nicely, and you almost blew your cover, breath hitching softly. He couldn’t tell by how loudly he’d been panting in your ear, sliding his fingers inside your hole so eagerly, stroking the spots he memorized so many times before. He needed you so badly, yet you just weren’t budging!! Your pussy just felt so soft and happy to have his fingers, and he was grinning happily, panting as his fingers slipped out to sniff and suck them. He was so, so needy tonight, he couldn’t believe you for just leaving him like this!!! The dreamworld over him? You must be out of your mind.
Unlike you, however, he knew body language much better than you realized. With a loud jolt, he sat up and slid between your legs, lifting the underside of your knees back with an eerily sappy smile.
“You gonna open your eyes so I can fuck you now, angel?” He’d giggle, leaning down and kissing your throat. You moan softly, eyes cracking open. “You knew..?” You whisper, shy all of the sudden, even as his pelvis rolls into yours so his cockhead catches on your clit. It had you fluttering around nothing, suddenly eager and forgetting the soul reason why you were abstaining. You can’t help but whine and squirm, looking sorry. Blinking up at him sleepily, yet still wide-eyed, you ask softly, “Please fuck me, Yu’?” And he just laughs. Rich and boyish and as if he wasn’t about to pound you. Your sweet puppy wasn’t as dumb as he looked, nuzzling you softly and keeping you there but not quite with his length grinding against your sopping pussy. You can only sigh, feeling miserable without his fill, glaring at him weakly.
“Yuji.” You’d hiss, albeit it wasn’t very intimidating at all, not when he felt you throbbing against him already. You were always so slick and horny when you woke up, and now he wasn’t feeling up for it?! Your pup just laughs, soft and tickled by your sexual frustration, finally murmuring with a nibble to your neck, “Yes, Ms…” and guiding your legs. With your knees bent and pressed to either side of the sheets, he leans his face down, kitten-licking your slick to make sure you were ready. Of course he knew you were, but fucking with his sweet lady was fun, so indulging didn’t hurt too bad. Not to mention, when you were in control, it was often said that ‘the longer the wait, the sweeter the reward’, or so you said. It’s like reversing the roles, for once. He moaned softly, loving how sweet and musky you were, reveling in the pretty softness of your sex; it was glistening even without much light hitting it. That had him preening, chest swelling with pride in his work. He really has claimed you completely.
Sitting up, he eagerly got up against you, weeping cock laid out from your entry to your abdomen. You whimper, always nervous for his size. You never exactly got used to it, that stretch… and he wasted no time winding his hips back so it dragged heavily until the tip was against your slick heat. And nudging himself a little, he let it catch on your hole, pushing softly. You groan, still sleepy, still hazy - and your foggy memory was right. He is still big in you, even just the tip, and your head stays back against the pillows because you know that if you open your eyes and look, your lips would be forced wide to contain all of him. That wasn’t even the peak of his width either, swelling to a much headier thickness more low towards the base, but not quite. He throbbed in you, faintly, and you hear the soft whines of your sweet, dumb puppy pleading for permission to pound you.
“I’m still tired, Yuji… you’ll have to be slow.” And he groans softly, not in complaint, but compliance. He never argued against your word - not when his cock slowly began to bottom out, filling you like his instincts clawed for, and he bears his fangs a little with a grimace of pleasure.
“Ngh.. am I a good pup.? P—hah, please tell me I am-” he panted, staying upright on his knees, strokes slow and deep as he filled you repeatedly. You just whine and coo against him, all wrapped up in sleepy pleasure, but so greedy for him to just keep it all in at once. You knew your sweet pup needed friction, though, so cockwarming would just have to wait.
“S-so good, Yuu’… my sweet, dumb little pup." You breathe out shakily, and he canters his hips a little more playfully, hitting deep inside from a different angle. It sparks your g-spot meekly, like a tease or memory, and you hiss.
He begins to bury his cock deeper, making sure you felt it all, panting all giddy and eager for getting you so submissive for once. He leans down, pushing up your shirt forcefully, and hunching over your form completely—large back blocking all light from the window—caging you in for a soft and playful lick to your nipple. Your body reacts for you, arching up, and he takes one into his mouth. Now, the position has deepened with your hips raised, angling your cervix to hit at a more efficient pace for his greed. He can’t usually last long with you fluttering and sucking up his heavy dick like this, so he pops off your chest and buries his face into your neck, nibbling shyly with whimpers that told you he’d gotten close. “Go on, you can have this just this once.” You sigh, getting close, yourself. You gently play with your clit as he ruts a bit harder, the pounding shocks sent up to your stimulus and getting you off more and more. Before you knew it, he was panting incoherently into your ear, begging for permission and babbling about breeding. Your poor pup… he’s been so needy all day. He does deserve this - only one time will you let it slide. “M-mghh.. wan’ put my pups in you. Please..? Please, be a mommy to my litter?- oh—fuck-” and his hips stuttered where they slam into yours, cum slow and spurting deep inside your creamy and sore pussy. You groan, content to be stuffed full by your dumb pup, knowing you might regret this… but oh well.
The Itadori household is infamous the same way the Gojo clan is, except they never really allowed ranks in the sorcery community. In the world of curses, the Itadori’s somehow sparked word all about Japan for not only branching out cursed techniques completely unique to others, but for their abnormal ancestry including the Heian deity’s original form, Ryōmen Sukuna. With an open domain circling around the bloodline and a wonderfully complex structure of energy formation, it’s completely and easily in full power, forging power through fear and uncertainty. After all, just who saw this coming? The mutation of Ryōmen Sukuna, as a human man of the Heian age, caused quite the calamity to borne the fruit of life - that being the Itadori’s. Techniques have been passed down so thoroughly throughout the centuries, yet for the first time, the Itadori’s will marry their most suitable spawn into selective marriage.
An arrangement - A transaction.
You are breeding mare to your not-so-endearing family clan. They do not care for precious angels like you, but the pristine and divine offspring of your spliced technique. You are also now the wife of
Itadori Yuji.
No matter that you are male nor female, you are his. And what is an Itadori’s will be eternally claimed, every lifetime elucidating the contract your soul now binds. Down to your very coding, as a mortal, you are
All his. Bones and all. (Peak ref? no? ok)
Today, you are to meet him. Not for pre-contact, not for personal connection, but for the ceremony and contract of marriage you’ll now involuntarily indulge. The colors, oh-so elegant with what is most traditional and still stylish, you are draped in the utmost prideful, flatteringly symbolic Iro-Uchikake - the rich fabric adorned with intricate embroidery, representing happiness and prosperity; not in your marriage, but the spawn you will have to endure and nurture, and the potential they will hold with such superior genetics.
It is as beautiful as it is suffocating. Its color scheme is not as traditional, matching the Itadoris’ tastes for finer details, a clinging terracotta contrasting the gold lining and elegant embroidery capturing something you couldn’t quite debunk. It was such a Jane doe, its meaning rang incomprehensible by your not-so well-off family of sorcerers. As a result of high-ranking yet lower class, you don’t get big-boy jobs like your brethren. You get to be the spawn point for future candidates, a milestone for your sickeningly greedy familiars. How devastatingly expected of them.
You look like if a party favor could be divine in physicus.
Yet as your mother coos and weeps about your spectacular beauty, she is not looking at your powder-smeared skin to match your shade a tone too light for your color, and how cakey the symbolic markings adorning your cheeks prevent your soft apple-cheeks to show flush with the lies of joy marriage should’ve brought, but that damned attire.
You are no more than this position, you realize then.
The ceremony is gloriously filled with familiars and a clan-of-alliance coming in full support of this sublime coming-together. It is falsehood woven by the highest-class silk, as is the Itadori you will marry, whose face is bare of any powder—unlike your own—charming and handsome but stripped of its ever most expressiveness. You acknowledge him with every slow step, the aisle’s level sunk deeper into the structure of the floor as to show your every graceful step. Nobody walks you. Nobody deserves to cradle your hand, as you are now divine - not on a worshipful, beautiful way, but something fragile and porcelain where it breathes. Your ribs crush your lungs as if your chest isn’t evading collapse, and suddenly, it sinks into your heart like poison breeding some disease incurable. You were not warned of this feeling - it is a sinking pit, through your closing, constricting throat to the abdomen housing your womb, and suddenly breathing is as manual as your shakiness to the floors you connect with underfoot. The zōri you were given are quite thick with a clean-cut wood, but are so stiff and impossible to walk, making every step as agonizing as the sight laid before you.
Your Itadori is clad of a Montsuki Haori Hakama, monochrome in its contrasting elegance as the message wracks throughout your body twofold to the anxiety you thought was suffocating enough. The hakama itself is gold-strung with its cross-hatch intricacy striking the peach-like creme base, meant to starkly contrast your vibrancy and lively drapes. He is meant to parallel you - he is your opposite. Where color shows false against your main body, under the layers of embroidery, is where the soft white assaults his otherwise grey-scale articles of fabric. The layers you will shed are as meaningless as words in this moment, and he keeps his chin down, eyes down to the hands resting respectfully against his lower-thighs. His posture is slightly arched, trying to keep straight though it’s just not his style, you presume, which only further made the curve of his bending neck seem less important. After all, he must’ve read the room - the eyes on his clothes, his body, his status — as they did for you.
Itadori, Yuji knows what he is in this room, and what he means to these people.
Nothing.
You recognize that dulled flicker of light catching his amber irises, and a thought flashes through your mind:
“…He would look quite beautiful in warm tones - not monochrome.”
You do not speak as your zōri shoes finally take you to the foot of his up-leveled seating cushion, and you slide the shoes off beside his own much lower-stilted pair, stepping up the wooden flat-steps, seating yourself beside him. You are placed a pace back, as off asserting submission. As a woman, you are lesser of the whole, apparently. You call it bullshit; whoever made such a degrading rule is a bastardized son of their mother.
When it comes to a somewhat pleasant end, your exit is made, both of you draped in a thin veil-like cloth to be led ‘to your future’ in a sacred manner, like they weren’t just going to send you off to the clan-head’s chambers of the main house. Once inside and in your own private domain with your newlywed, the veil is stripped, and you both turn to do the act of simultaneously bowing; finally allowing Yuji to see you in full rather than all tense and uncomfortable back adjacent to his side. And woah did you catch the young leader’s eye. From his peripheral, you looked nice.
In full?
You were unreal. Absolutely, worryingly breathtaking.
Unlike the others, however, he didn’t look at your clothes. Although, yes, they’re incredible - he was making eye contact with you. You, ever the puzzled under his awed gaze, never having received a man’s attention so wholly.
You didn’t let it rile you up nor swoon you, standing steadfast on your principles. No man is worth it - their attention is meaningless, even as he openly gawks at you instead of bowing like he was supposed to. Then again, you didn’t either.
Your feet hurt from slipping them back into those zōri shoes, and he was never so fast to kneel at his feet for you, gently unbinding the strings like you’d flair up in aflames if he lay hand to your bare skin - even with your socks preventing that.
“…My wife.” He whispered reverently, glancing up at you, looking absolutely pathetic and whipped in this lighting. Here, the young man is bare of all resolve, watching your face with actively blown-out pupils only continuing to swallow amber lights ricocheting pulse with a deep black. Your breath hitches, feeling something stir in you - but you bury it deep, allowing him to wrap his rather large hand around your ankle, lifting gently to warn your body of the shifting weight.
You obey mindlessly, leaned more on the latter, lifting your foot to his lap as he strips those pesky zōri off. As he swapped feet, you watch, mindful of his movements. With a soft, content sigh at being free, his hand outstretched to you, pleading for your consent. It was the sexiest thing you’ve ever laid eyes on… a submissive, gentle man. One with the body of a warrior, and robes of silk.
Then came demands. He had a deadline
— 5 months —
To swoon you.
Day zero, now, he’s only gained your attention. Your respect, if only a little. He didn’t strip you of your oh-so divine Uchikake, instead tenderly tracing the embroidery, telling you its meaning with a shy smile. You found that Yuji really only got smart when he was passionate about something - and symbols seemed to catch his eye, or maybe he just learned embroidery symbolism because he was to marry so soon; preparing for this moment, now. He stayed on his knees that whole night, and when your feet got tired of standing, he just sat you down on the foot of the extravagant platformed shikifuton, drapes soft and layered all around its closed roofing for lighting control. You sat on the stool at the very end of the bed, and he just stayed knelt to you, like a dog trying to prove that it was gentle. Just like one, you subconsciously rested a hand in his hair, and he was quick to melt into your touch - head dropping to your knees with a soft, pitched whine. He must’ve been so happy for being picked to marry, boyishly idealizing marriage the way the books made it sound. It’s probably why he’s doing everything in his power to gain your trust. He responded well to praise or affection, you could tell, but you didn’t give in.
You fell asleep in the futon and he just watched, mesmerized by the way your chest rose and fell. You shed the layers of the Uchikake, wearing only thin, silken robes, and he couldn’t believe how blessed he was. Your face, now bare of its makeup, was so beautiful in its natural color. He was absolutely whipped the moment your face—soft with sleep—drooled onto the pillows your hair pressed against.
Day one was… interesting. He slept on the small decorative furniture sat at the end of the bed, refusing to sleep beside an angel until given the trust to. He didn’t get very good rest. Not because he couldn’t sleep on such a hard thing, no - if the very devil himself were inside of him, barking in his brain, he’d still be snoring. Perhaps on the highway of Tokyo? Out like a light. It’s more the fault of your soft, languid breaths, the sound of skin soothing and covers shifting against the silk you were draped in, how you’d—albeit almost incoherent—murmur things of random aloud at all times of the night. He was lovesick. Your every little thing made you better than everybody and everyone, and knowing you were his in fine print didn’t give him satisfaction, whatsoever. He needed you to say and know and believe it, just as much. This wasn’t some transaction to him, you should be his- no. He should be your lover. So, he was gonna prove it. You guys spoke of little the previous night, so today, he shook you awake with the utmost exhausted, elated little smile. Baggy eyes and crows feet from how big of an expression he had plastered to his face.
“My wife, wake up. I’d like to take you out, this morning!” He called softly, and you stir, babbling something incomprehensibly adorable from a sleep-jumbled brain and lots of startle for having woke to a man. When he got you up and actually sensible, he’d explain his little plan for the day - a proper breakfast, trip around the estate by yourself truly, and to indulge one another at the gardens. You think it over, but eventually agree. Might as well try to know and understand the man if you were to breed eventually.
He made the day clumsy and sheepish and absolutely perfect. Yuji, ever the expressive, was eager to talk to you. Not just because you’re his wife, but because you’re somebody new he’d like to know. He hardly ever disliked people, after all, and made it his mission to accept people for who they are now rather than were or was. You are no exception, obviously!! He kissed your hand, soft and earnest, while whispering:
“My wife, I promise to live up to your expectations, and to refuse death in the hands of a sorcerer. That’ll be your job to kill me if I take too long in the bathhouse, or don’t use the laundry chute, or forget to wash dishes. Never anger.” His words are more elegant with how he grew up, but here, you sense that if he weren’t as well-off through this new generation of profitable sorcery, he’d just be.. a guy. With incredible morals and amazing cooking skills, as he prostrated by preparing a traditional breakfast. You totally expected a chef or line of staff, but no. The main house, exclusively to the estate, housed just you two. Aside from the housekeeper, every now and then did a fellow member of the family stop in to collect Yuji. Other than that, this domain is yours to turn hospitable. After a walk in the gardens and lots of chatter, you found him to be quite interesting. Aside from this traditional setting, he still loved modern things, like movies and shows and impersonations. He was fucking horrible with academics, you found, but so wise; street smart. Apparently, his grandfather left the clan only a decade after he started it, realizing what a mistake it was bringing to light his family’s potential. And according to Yuji, they had a summer home not far off from the coast, where he swore to take you. He wanted you to see the sea, and capture the way your face lit up as waves crashed onto the shore, lapping at sand and dragging up the old with anew. Or, in his words, ‘kid paradise to his 9-year-old mind’ at the time. He was so funny… mocking his own family for being so dramatic about the wedding like they were dolls.
You found yourself matching his energy, laughing and nodding and sharing things back and forth. You both fit like an unstoppable force and unmoving object, and it was beautiful how well your parallels mingled. He found himself craving your presence at the worst times, as the days went on.
Officially, a week is crisp as the spring air and you drape yourself against the paperdoors opening up to the small pocket of life centering the main house. Yuji had quite a lucky draw of cards, inheriting a lot of rarities from the King of Curses’ technique, and was deemed the perfect ‘breeder bull’ of his family. You both discussed how that struck you wrong, and a small piece of intimacy grew with sharing those fears.
Here you are, now, rather calm. It was only a night previously that he shared these things, still sleeping anywhere but beside you, even asking if sharing a room was alright. You agreed, learning to enjoy his presence, so he simply brought a futon for the tatami mats to seem bearable. You glance back at the bed, the arrangement he made for your comfort, and waves of unwanted melancholy wash over you. With the one-week off now ebbing away like a memory, the life of sorcery assumes he’s all broken into his wedded life, and tossed back into the loop he was.
You are now property of the efficient Itadori’s, so work is strict. All you really do, as of now, is focus on the goal of domesticating. Learning. Mapping patterns. Where wood is carved intricately is where you caress the grooves, because you will be here for the rest of your life. However long that may be, you wonder without bother. Yuji’s schedule is built on hell and sleepless nights and training at 6 in the morning, yet with week after week passing, you begin to wake alongside him. Offer him a hug and small bow for good luck. And soon, with bit by bit he shares with you, by the second month? You’re preparing meals the night before, lending a hand alongside the housekeeper who’d been serving devotedly for the full 3 generations; a kind, soulful woman with spunk.
She’s also bossy, which kept you busy throughout the days. You don’t mind - it takes you back home, in a way.
When Yuji comes home, you both eat dinner together, but if it’s very late, he’ll just sleep on the daybed just outside of the opening hallway, not wanting to wake you with the opening shoji. Though, by the time he wakes up, you are sitting comfortably with his head now in your lap, stroking his hair with your morning tea in hand. He found comfort in those things, and often missed morning training so he could feign sleep and let you keep petting him so lovingly. Things got really casual, as well. He was one to find you in everything, and bought it impulsively, just to appease his precious wife. He brought you home orchids, sweet dishes, cool trinkets…
By the second week’s end, your menstrual started for the new month. You’d missed your ovulation, and for some reason. Relief washed over you. Upon telling Yuji, he took you out, for once. Into the bustling city of Sendai, letting you roam freely and driving you anywhere. After all, a traditional house doesn’t mean the rest of the world will adapt. Modernity was quite nice every now and then, and indulging alongside him made you feel like a kid again you guys had become friends by now, with a small hint of devotion, obviously. Honestly, Yuji couldn’t help but be content with this stage. You are his wife by contract, yes, but a companion to his heart - somebody he could laugh with and get to know as sweetly as a school crush.
He treated you nicely, and arguments hasnt dared sprout just yet. He was a wonderful joy you got to have to yourself, like well-deserved sweet bread.
The first month passed, and you guys’ connection grew significantly. The only worry you had was if he’d be home from sorcery-work to have dinner with you.
Then one became three, and the clans would be meeting for a ‘dinner’, although you both mutually agreed to play jester during the well-expected interrogation you’d inevitably endure together.
Wearing something casually matched, you both showed up hand-in-hand, feigning the loving, doting couple who was still in their honeymoon phase. The dinner was definitely predictable, though the questions were… unhinged.
One of your eldest brothers, a creep and easy opposite of any and all things prudent, wrapped his arm around Yuji’s neck and squeezed a bit with hearty laughter in the man’s ear.
“How’s my good little sister treating you, eh? She cook well? A good wife?” He eased into it, then leaning closer for something much less tolerable at dinner—publicly.
“Is the fruit ripe?” What a disgustingly expected comment from the men of your clan. Yuji grimaced, glancing at you with sheer discomfort absorbing into his face. Your clan head great grandfather laughed, loud and entertained by Yuji’s boyish demeanor, looking to the Kamo-clan head. They had few members, not believing in marriage contracts, leaving most men of the clan free to live their lives as sorcerers. Choso, the more reserved, respectable man of the clan, grew defensive.
“Isn’t that question a bit soon? He is 24; 3 months into a marriage with a woman he does not know. Have decency.” He’d scold lightly, and your brother scoffs, rolling his eyes with a playful edge.
“Okay, 30-year-old-Virgin. Cause’ your morale landed you a wife.” He snapped back, and the conversation ends with Yuji nudging his hand off and smiling nervously.
“It’s… not something to discuss here. My bad, sir.”
And you’re silently grateful for his words, hand finding his own under the table with a needed squeeze of thanks.
The dinner was shortened significantly, as Yuji felt fed up with the constancy of sex and breeding being brought to light. He hated deep into his heart how they looked at you, how they could dare see such a beautiful, promising woman as nothing more than a future mother. If you didn’t want to have kids, he’d easily tear you out of that contract, set you free. But you felt you loved Yuji, in some way, even if only platonic in the moment.
You invited him to join you in bed, that night, shyly rolling to his opposing side - as to make room. And Yuji, ever the sheepish, would only indulge after bathing himself clean of all sins and stiffly refusing to move a single finger - afraid of breathing wrong and catching mental shame. The next morning, he apologized at your feet, feeling he’d disturbed your rest. You could only laugh, shy, shaking your head.
“You did nothing wrong, Yuji! I invited you, and it’s your bed, as well.” You began, adding shyly, “and… your back must hurt sleeping on the daybed so often. Please, just use the shoji and join me from now on.” And his breath wavered, hitching at the thought.
And so, as this month halved, you two began growing closer. It was less natural than your previous relationship being built on the structure of comfort and friendship, because the impending deadline loomed over his head, and he feared something bad might happen if this friend zone didn’t find its homestretch to romance soon. In that time, other stress began building, such as sorcery getting heavy and Japan growing a new wave of worry to meld into the manifestation of curses. Verbatim, it’s a daily occurrence, instead of every few days. He’s working overtime, and the knots in his back and shoulders only continue to stiffen his body—physically and phycologically.
He’d come home very, very late, groaning in pain, and you’d shoot up - losing sleep to tend to his wounds with RCT. You’re still a very promising sorcerer after all, but with one particular night, his guilty conscience reared its ugly, revealing head to you.
He busted into the main house, hissing and holding his side, looking physically eradicated of all energy. He’s strong, nearly the strongest, but not invincible.
“Yuji?!” You call, having gotten to first name basis a while back. He breathily smiled, leaning on the frame of the door as you scoop your night-robes from the entangled sheets, finding him amidst the darkness of the clan-head’s bedroom. The young man groans when you cup his face in concern, leaving his side to pull a chair around, knocking the pillows off so it was efficient, not pretty. You then turn on the standing lamp cornering your bed adjacent to the entry, illuminating the furniture of the bedroom, but also his form. There is no room for modesty, as you hastily help lift off his uniform, peeling the blood-soaked half from his right with a grimace plastered to both of your faces. He whines as you sit him down, cupping his chin and lifting it to tilt frantically, making sure he’s kept his throat. He’ll need it to explain to his angered, worried, mortified wife.
You waste not a second getting a pale of water, a wash cloth, some wraps, and herbal ointment that did wonders to aiding RCT use. As you work on him, he hissed, muscles tensing. You’re so into your work that you don’t even focus on the beauty of his body, too worried of this crazed state he’s put you in. You’re still precise, even with shaking hands, and you perch yourself on his thigh to wrap the gauze around his midsection. His forearm rests where it draped around your hips and to your thigh, keeping you steady on the firm and solid muscle. He groans, face judging into your shoulder, and you let his eyes shut briefly to rest - hand hovering on the thickened gauze, pulsing your technique into his wounds. As the fear settles and your heart stops slamming in your throat, you ease up as well, cheek pressed to the crown of his head and sighing in relief. He’s still in pain, so you don’t lose sight of that, but you do softly kiss his temple. That action isn’t lost on him, despite his haze of blood loss and pained, throbbing side, but the gash is closing into a patch of thickened and reinforced skin. He still feels it, of course, but at least he’s stabilized to properly recover. His head tilts up, and in the moment, you’re too relieved to think about anything else.
His eyes, low and heavy with exhaustion, flutter shut. Lips parted, dry from panting, but still such a handsome face. Your hand, the free one, comes up from holding his shoulder, outstretching to gently trace the inner shell of his ear. Then, sweetly, his jaw. And easing across his face a bit, it slides against his lips, and over the scar against the corner of his mouth. He leans in, and arm gripping onto the bit of you between hip and thigh, he’ll squeeze with gratefulness.
Your lips are soft and sweet, and he steals your chapstick, ending the meaningful connection to rub the smoothness between his lips - distributing it fairly. Now they hold a faint sheen of moisture against the light, and you sigh, pressing your forehead to his.
He forgets his own strength, lifting you with one arm and refusing to make a sound regarding the pain shooting up his side from moving too early. You gasp and falter, and in the dead of this silent, adrenaline-stuffed night, something hazy takes him over.
He does not touch you, tonight, but he does lay you down, pressing a kiss to your forehead and getting the room cleaned up.
“Rest,” he tells you, voice hoarse and gingery. He knows you won’t until he’s laid out beside you, and you know you shouldn’t touch or stir him in his state, but still can’t help but curl into his untouched side, hand draped on his injury to further press RCT into it.
It is the first night you both make contact like this, and he believes that was more intimate than any kind of sexual encounter. He stays home the next day, resting up to heal, and you wish you could’ve stayed beside him in bed all day - but sadly, the day will not freeze for your feelings. So, you get up—careful and quiet—exiting the bedroom after tucking him in a bit more.
He woke up around noon to the wonderful scent of food, a traditional rice bowl meal of chicken katsu on top of glass noodles, fluffy rice and greens all tucked into the ceramic bowl you brought to his bed half. He sat up, grunting a bit from sleep and soreness, and smiled faintly as you blew on the miso soup, guiding it to his lips with a hand cupped under the spoon. He indulged, happily, and bit by bit, you fed your husband, aiding his recovery. For an arranged marriage, something about it almost made you grateful. In the moment, you felt that fate truly did you Justice for once.
The third month ended with the new stage of casualty turning to intimacy, and you wake up a bit after he does to kiss him goodbye, then return to sleep until the time needed to get up for the day. If he had a bad day, his arms were around you, and his face pressed into your shoulder. You became his personal paradise, a small moment stollen away from the world to endure without him as a sorcerer, replaced with him as your man. And that title, he wore proudly. Dates became frequent, even if just watching movies or doing chores silently. He loved it.
As the fourth month eased into your routine’s timeline, something began to grow between you both. Something kiddish, getting giddy or randomly laughing when making eye contact. If he got distant and tried to keep you from worrying, you’d be there, at his back, hands rubbing his bare chest and softly demanding he looked into the eyes of his wife. The woman he’s been growing to love, to forget all responsibilities with, whose lap he lay his head upon. Yet, with one final meetup between clans, one question—left unanswered for a while now—must be indulged.
Have they considered this place they’re in to be hospitable for domesticity? Will you bear his children?
You sit in a soft, elegant but simple yukata, and Yuji is beside you at the same distance, proving that you are now equals - two halves of one greater, bigger, better thing. His hand is in your lap where your own two hands rest respectfully, yet nervously, and he gently squeezes one hand - letting your other, overlapping it, drag a thumb calmly across. He speaks up for you- not because he’s the man and the more vital thing of the contract, but because he learned to find that you don’t like sharing those things amongst others so casually, let alone professionally, as if it’s just a transaction.
“Sir, as the next clan head, I will not ask for any more time to make up our mind.” He said it like you two were one, and you feel your heart throb with endearment. Yuji continues, albeit hesitantly,
“We have not had sex. Getting to know and love one another has been both her and I’s priority, and that devotion will grow a better structure for our future home. It’s stability a marriage needs, after all…” He trailed off, using the clan-head’s words to retort the question, a ricochet of attention now being put on their connection so far. He glances at you, then, silently pleading for your truth.
“…Sir, my husband is more than a sorcerer - and more than a man. And when he and I have these children, he’ll be more than just a father.” You start, voice wavering in the intimidation of silence echoing the unbearable anticipation of what is to come from your lips. You suck in a breath, lips parting, and say aloud—for all in that meeting to hear—:
“Yuji is my lover. I will stay by his side, from here on.”
And Yuji let’s go of something, in that second it took you to get the final word out. Something about it made his eyes light up, and with the room still dead silent, a single exhale—relieved—slips past the man beside you. Your eyes meets his, and something tender grows into passionate, earnest devotion, and you simultaneously squeeze hands with gingerness.
“As do I, sir. She is the part of me I will never lose.”
And you feel the same spark he does, not taking your eyes off of him - too afraid to look at the others sat at the table of your dining hall. Your pulse is hastening, and when the meeting ends with the final message being full collaboration amongst your clans, the ride home was… thickened. Something in the air left you both a new perspective on what is yet to come, but inevitably will. Like the young couple you are, as well, that ignites something eager and fervent in you both.
For the first time, only two weeks away from that supposed deadline, Yuji made love to you that night. Shockingly enough, that gentle catering half of him had a desperate, insatiable twin, and you were devoured completely and wholly. For both of your firsts, he had inexperience and was as shy as you, but unlike a battlefield, backing down was okay.
That’s what drove him to persevering - learning you, what you could take, what had you sobbing— he did it all. He didn’t feel like a man just for having sex, he didn’t feel any stronger for pressing you deep into the mattress he once abstained from sleeping upon, he didn’t feel any more power gained from drawling sounds of pleasure from your lips. Or for seeing and touching your body, or smelling that precious, thick musk you created together when the session found its end. He didn’t feel like he’d changed anything for cumming deep inside you, over and over, just because he’d been so eager to demonstrate his love for you for months.
The only change he felt in his heart was his love for you. It’d grown tenfold, doubling over the count of 4 reckless, passionate, exhaustingly worthy hours. For an arrangement, finding love in one another despite the circumstances was hard. But loving Yuji, and no other, came as easy as the scent in the air after a storm. Loving him felt that way, as well. The smell will always linger, and notes of blossoms only further sprouted with the weather’s need to change.
Hope you enjoy, nonnie!!!! She’s all done :) ≈ 5-6k wc
Synopsis: You consider yourself a normal mortal woman trying to survive in Ancient Greece...with the exception of being Hades' temporary prisoner. You know that it is only a matter of time until you are freed from the God of Hell's clutches, but only if you get him the one person he's after: Yuji Itadori, Zeus' half-mortal son and new savior of Greece and the world. You tell yourself that you are immune to Yuji's golden boy attitude, kindness, and muscles, but what happens when he starts to rub off on you a little too much? What happens when you realize that love might be possible for a little liar like you?
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); No Curse/Disney AU; Greek Mythology/Hercules AU; Romance; Hurt/Comfort; Reversed Sunshine x Grumpy Trope; Enemies to Lovers(?); Star-Crossed Lovers; First Time Sex; Inexperienced!Yuji x Experienced!Reader; Touch Starvation (MY SHIIIIIT!!!); Heavy Yearning; sub!Yuji x Dom!Reader; Pussy-Eating Against The Wall; Deepthroat; Muscle Worship; Standing Sex; Yuji Picks You Up & Dicks You Down; Cowgirl; Reader Cums 2x; Throatpie; Creampie; Happy Ending
Word Count: 6.4k
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer's Note: Firstly, I'm so sorry it took me so long to finish this one shot. What would've taken 2 days turned into more due to my precious cat passing away this past weekend. Though she was a senior (18 YEARS!!), it was still a shock to me & my family, so the grief is still heavy. However, I'm now getting back into the swing of things & writing as consistently as i can as i continue to navigate my grief. Thank you all for your love, prayers & support for my furry baby Midnight. She will be missed!! I hope y'all enjoy this one as part of my No Fairytale Collab <3 -Jazz
Credits: Dividers made by @saradika-graphics!
'This is a very bad idea,' you lament in your head as you stroll in the gardens with the man you're trying to manipulate to his death...but even that isn't enough to stop you from enjoying a laugh with him.
It's part of the act, right?
However, that mantra you've repeated in your head is quickly starting to weaken the more you're near the muscular golden boy known as Yuuji Itadori. Son of Zeus, Greece's latest IT boy...and your boss's mortal enemy....or rather your inslavor. You're a prisoner to Hades, the God of the Underworld, and he doesn't hesitate to remind you of that whenever he thinks you step out of line.
"I own you, remember?" he growled, one clawed hand wrapped around your throat. "So if you wanna be let off that immortal chain, you help me bag Zeus Jr." He grinned a horribly, evil grin, teeth sharp and breath thick with the smell of smoke. "Then I'll destroy him, take over Olympus, and you'll be free. All you have to do is flaunt that face and pretty body of yours."
"Sounds easy enough," you grunted, shoving Hades off of you. And it was easy at the time. Yuji wasn't too "experienced" with women, so anytime you winked or gave him your sly smile, he sang like a canary and blushed a ripe red.
So it was easy to use your sweet talk to get him to ditch his "trainer" and an important Meet N Greet with superfans for a pretend date out on the town. "Wow, what a day!" he sighs, grinning as he recounts the entirity of the day you made him play hookie during. "I never knew how much fun Greece could be when I'm not running from a herd of screaming girls!"
You stand behind him, slowly meandering through the beautiful gardens stretched before you, complete with blooming flowers, sculptures of the Gods, and a fountain spewing water out of a stone mermaid's mouth. The skies are starry and clear, painting a canvas of wonder before you.
"Yeah," you chuckle. "Or when your manager ain't in your ear. Nice, isn't it?" Yuji chuckles, flashing you that devastatingly charming smile. "Oh, definitely. Thanks a lot for this, Y/N. This is the most relaxed I've been in...well, in a long time." He turns to give you that smile and stare at you with those twinkling eyes that get every girl's panties wet. His soft-looking, pink hair wafts softly in the summer breeze, his muscles illuminating by the glowing moonlight.
You can understand why anyone would find the guy attractive, given his good looks, God-given strength, and illustrous body. But not you. Definitely not you! You swallow, averting your eyes and ignoring those butterflies swarming in your tummy. You need to remember the plan. You can't get involved with a man again; you promised yourself! "Oh, it's nothing," you mutter. "You shouldn't thank me anyway. It's whatever, really."
Yuji fully turns to stare at you in confusion, one eyebrow raised. "You don't want me to thank you? How come?" he questions, and you can already tell he's about to start rambling. "You showed me so much of the city today! First it was that amazing seafood lunch and then that play and then—"
"O-Ow!" you suddenly gasp, making a show of flinching. You grab onto a nearby stone ledge, earning Yuji's immediate alarm and attention. "What's wrong? What happened?" You give him a fake weak smile, pointing down at your right ankle that you gingerly lift. "I-It's just my ankle. It's a little weak. I'm fine though, really."
Yuji still looks concerned, staring at your ankle. "Ya sure? Want me to help you out?" To sell your act even further, you scoff, waving him off. "And give you another mortal citizen to worry about? It's okay, Wonder Boy. I can walk by myself." But as you try to release the ledge and walk, you pretend to stumble and fall forward.
"Oh!" you gasp. Quickly, the muscular boy catches you, wrapping both arms around your waist. "Whoa, whoa, careful, sweetie! You'll hurt yourself." You ignore the tingles you feel from the pet name, instead giving him a sheepish yet thankful smile. "Sorry. Guess my ankle is worse off than I thought."
Yuji is quick to scoop you up with ease, making you feel safe in his warm embrace and secure hold. "Let's sit you down then."
He walks you over to a bench near the fountain underneath a canopy of cherry blossoms. He sets you down gently and sits down next to you, smiling. "There we go, nice and...o-oh, I'm so sorry." Quickly, he looks away blushing hot red, nervous at the fact that he accidentally hiked up your dress to your thigh. You giggle, teasing him. "What? Never seen a gal's upper leg before?"
As you slooooowly drag your dress back down to cover your creamy thigh, you catch Yuji looking at you. "U-Uh...not recently." You smirk, knowing you've got him right where you want him. Now it's time to turn up the heat. "I see plenty of yours, Wonder Boy. I'm curious if you have trouble with weak muscles too though."
You lean down to drag your ankles up his ankle to his muscular calve, making him flinch. "Like here," you purr. "Maybe a weak ankle like mine? Or here?" Your hand drags up to his thigh. "Maybe a hamstring that gets a little too...tight?" Yuji swallows, his Adam's Apple bobbing. "Uh...no, I-I'm good!" he stammers. "Stronger than an ox, actually. Gojo really trains me hard, so I don't have any weaknesses."
He grins at you, nervous yet beaming. You can tell he's telling the truth. You aren't even sure he's capable of telling a lie. You huff, disappointed. "Well, aren't you perfect?" you mutter. He chuckles, turning to stare into the water spouting from the fountain. "Aw, thanks, but not really. Nobody's perfect as far as I'm concerned...except you maybe."
Quickly, he turns to you, eyes wide and looking so horrified. "Sorry! Shit, I-I didn't mean that. I mean, I did, b-but...oh, jeez." He drags a hand through his hair, humiliated, but you giggle, finding his attitude endearing. "So you think I'm perfect, huh?" you tease, smirking at him. "Why? Just 'cause of a little date?"
"Not just that," Yuji admits, bashful. "You're just...different. You're kind and funny, but also sarcastic and snarky. You're real. I like that." You blink, unable to respond. When is the last time someone actually complimented you on something other than your looks?
Yuji turns to look out at the water sparkling in the moonlight, content and reflective. "So many people only act nice to me 'cause of who I am. Before, when I was all skinny and scrawny, nobody gave a shit about me. Now that I'm somebody, everybody acts different."
He chuckles, staring down at his veiny hands in his lap. "It's weird...even though so many people love me, I feel like they don't know the real me. The me underneath the muscles and the merch. But I feel like you do. Isn't that crazy?"
He turns to you then and you have to act like you weren't comitting the light dusting of freckles on his broad shoulders to memory. Or his dimples. Or the way the moonlight turns his hair a soft pale pink. "Yeah, completely," you snort, tightening your shawl around yourself. "I mean, you barely know me."
Yuji sheepishly laughs, standing and picking up a little skipping stone before walking over to the little lake surrounded by lily pads. "True. And you're right: nobody's perfect." With that, he takes the stone and tosses it across the water...only for the stone to knock off the arm of a mermaid. "Oops!" he exclaims, cringing at the mistake.
You giggle as he comes running back over like someone will come and whip him. "I like it like that," you giggle, staring at the destroyed statue. "Gives it more character." You share a little laugh before a peaceful silence descends upon you, leaving you to breathe...until Yuji gives you another sweet, attractive smile. "I really had a great time with you today. Thanks a lot."
You find yourself thinking about how you could make him smile like that all the time, but then the voice of reason comes back to knock some sense into you: 'Remember the plan!' it hisses. 'Remember your freedom!' You roll your eyes and smirk at him, crossing your legs. "There you go again with the 'thank yous'. Why the hell are you so nice?"
Yuji senses your sarcasm and smiles. "Just me, I guess. You make it easy though." His eyes grow warm and soft, a pink blush on his cheeks. Yet he doesn't look away—his eyes stay firmly planted on yours. "Y/N, you make me feel so real, like I'm more human than God. But I also feel like a God when I'm with you. I-It's crazy, I know."
He pauses, gathering himself and rubbing the back of his neck in that shy, sheepish way that makes his bicep bulge. "It's like when I'm with you, I feel less...alone." Alone. A word you know all too well. Despite his intimate, sweet words, you don't feel them melting your cold heart. "Being alone is meant for some people though," you murmur. "They choose to be alone...like me."
You turn away from Yuji; away from his hurt and confusion. "What do you mean?" he softly asks. You bite back tears as memories of your past love come flooding back along with the feelings he gave you when he left: resentment; sadness; betrayal. "Because if you're alone, no one can hurt you," you whisper.
Suddenly, you feel Yuji move closer to you and his hands taking yours. "Y/N," he softly says. "Sweetie, look at me." Against your better judgment, you do and you see nothing but a softness in his handsome face. "I would never hurt you," he says, impassioned. "You know that, right? All I want is to keep you safe because you're a good person."
You look at him then. Really look at him. You try to find a gleam of a lie in his eyes. A glimmer of a trick. But you see nothing. "Me?" you dryly ask, taking your hands out of his. "You think I'm a good person? How do you know what I'm like, Yuji? You barely know me!"
But the man isn't swayed or put off by your bite. He is determined, taking you as a challenge that he will succeed in. "Anyone who would take me out for a play, a walk in the city, and a lobster lunch is a good person. Weak ankles, sarcasm or not, you're the best girl I've ever met, Y/N."
And that's when you melt. His words are so honest and true, filled with a sweetness you thought had long since passed you. You let a lone tear fall down your cheek, your heart finally thawed. "You make this so hard for me," you whisper. "I don't wanna hurt you." Yuji takes your hands again and you let him, his thumbs stroking your knuckles. "Why would you?" he whispers. "You hurt me by sayin' you're not a good person, sweetie."
"But I'm not," you argue, shaking your head as you stare at him. "You don't understand." But you can't seem to elaborate when you're suddenly staring at Yuji's set of pink, soft lips in front of you. And suddenly, you're kissing. You don't know who leaned in first, but it doesn't matter. Not when you're fucking up your entire plan.
Yuji's lips are soft, supple, and careful as they get to know yours. His tongue swirls gently with yours, spiked with wine. He gently cups your cheek, making butterflies flood your entire body. His soft moan answers yours, filled with longing and enjoyment. It is wonderful until you come back to your senses.
"No, no!" you gasp, pushing him away. "We need to stop!" You place your hands on his broad chest, ignoring how hard his pecs are. "What's wrong?" he asks, confused. "Did I hurt you?" Silently, you shake your head but you still move away from him. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't...we don't have to do that. We can just sit."
But that isn't good enough. You know that if you stay, you'll do something you'll regret and ruin your freedom...and possibly hurt him even worse. "I shouldn't be here. I have to go." Quickly, you stand and try to run off, but Yuji's hand on your wrist stops you. "Wait, please don't go!" he protests. "I promise that I won't—"
"Yuji, let go!" you argue, trying to shake him off before the tears start. "You don't understand! I'll just hurt you in the end like I hurt everyone else! I don't deserve your kindness!" And that's when you break down. The tears fall, the sobs are released, and you cover your face to hide your emotions as they all come tumbling down. No more sarcasm. No more sexy talk. No more wit. This is all you, raw.
And Yuji doesn't run nor cower. Instead, he stays and stands there to hold you, his arms gently wrapping you up in a warm embrace. You gasp at the contact, feeling so safe and secure despite your ugly crying. "Oh, Y/N," he coos. "Y/N, what's wrong? Please don't cry, baby."
But you can't tell him. You can't bear the thought of seeing the hate in his eyes when you realizes the lies you've told him. "I hate myself for doing this to you," you sob. "I'm just gonna get you hurt." Yuji gently pulls away to look at you, his handsome face painted at your tears. "Baby, you're hurting me now. I hate seeing you so upset."
"No, you don't get it!" you exclaim. "I've been lying to you! All of this—" You tick a finger between you and him. "—is a fucking lie, Yuji. I-I mean, at first it was, but then..." Then you fell for him. You comitted the ultimate sin to yourself by breaking your promise to yourself.
Yuji's brows furrow, seriousness growing in those gleaming eyes. "Y/N, what's going on?" he firmly asks, squeezing your hands in his. "What do you mean you've been lyin' to me?"
You cower slightly at his firmness, not used to the Wonder Boy Yuji Itadori being so serious. But you can't hide from this anymoe. So you take a deep inhale and let it all come out: "I'm working with Hades." His pink brows furrow and then his eyes flicker with recognition. "Hades? The God of the Underworld, that Hades?"
You frantically nod, fear fluttering in your gut. "Let me explain: he's trying to kill you, Yuji," you warn him. "He hates your guts and he's trying to take over Mount Olympus. He's using me to get you, but I'm only doing it because I want my freedom." Yuji blinks, confused. "Freedom? Are you his prisoner?"
You nod, ashamed, staring down at your shoes. "Long ago, I struck a deal with him after the man I loved left me for another woman. I've been working with him for years, trying to pay my debt...but once you came alone, he took me to help manipulate you and I'd be free."
That's when Yuji's expression shifts to anger, something you've never seen on his face before, and he releases your hands. "So it was all pretend for you?" he sharply asks. "You never liked me at all?" You feel so cold and empty, all parts of you splintering off of you like woods.
"I'm so sorry," you sob, tears streaming down your face, ruining your makeup. "I don't know how I could do this to you. You're just so sweet and kind and understanding...I don't deserve to be loved by you. I don't even deserve to love you!"
Yuji's eyes widen as if he's just now noticing you. "You...love me?" he whispers. There it is: out in the air and unable to be taken back. So you let yourself confess, not wanting to lie anymore. To him or yourself. "I've fallen for you, Yuji," you confess. "That's why I must go. I need to keep you safe or else, Hades will kill you! I could never live with myself if—"
You're suddenly silenced by his lips on yours. This kiss is soft and supple, but also passionate and needy. Yuji grips you to his broad chest with those arms locked tight around you, keeping you against him. You moan into the kiss, surprised and aroused by the flip in his demeanor. When he pulls away, you're panting and your panties are damp. "You don't ever have to worry about Hades," he growls. "Never again will he lay a finger on you. I'll protect you and free you from him."
You blink at him, utterly confused. You thought he would've left by now, but he's still standing there! "What?" you utter, gobsmacked. "You can't promise me that, idiot!"
"I can and I fucking am," he replies, his eyes flashing with a passionate fire that you can't quench with your protests. "You have me now, baby, and I'm not goin' anywhere." He kisses you again until you're nothing but two bodies molded together, hands roaming and lips meshed together.
His soft lips travel to your neck, peppering it in hot, desperate kisses that set you on fire. "Yuji, no," you beg. "Please don't." Yuji pulls away to stare at you, waiting for your go like a gentleman. "You want me to stop?" he whispers. "Tell me you want me to stop and I'll do it."
Though you can feel his obvious hard-on pressing into you, he doesn't dare move further, and that only gets you hotter. "I don't want you to stop," you cry. "And that's the problem." You indulge in his arms, so toned and hard, big enough to squeezr you.
He scowls at you, hands skating down to your waist. "Why is that a problem? Why is it so hard for you to accept love from me?" He presses another hot kiss to your lips that sends you into orbit, nearly tearing your panties off. "Just let me in, baby," he pleads. "Let me be your armor. Your shield. No more hiding. No more lying. Just let me see you."
He cups your face in his calloused hand and suddenly, you're kissing again. Heated. Passionate. Hands roaming over his muscular body and grasping his forearms, gripping them tight as your tongues lap each other up. This is crazy! You can't be kissing and touching on this man! But you can't stop...and you don't want to. You can no longer ignore the heat and deep intimacy you feel for him.
"N-Not here," you stammer, pulling away to get some air. You point yards ahead up on top of a hill where a gazebo sits beneath a canopy of orange blossom trees blocked by two large hedges. "Let's go over there by the gazebo. We can be alone there." Yuji turns to you, realization blazing in his eyes. "Anything you want," he dreamily replies. "Can you still walk?"
Before you can answer—or tell him that you were lying—, Yuji is sweeping you up in his arms and carrying you over to the gazebo. "Oh!" you gasp. "Yuji, lay off! I'm fine!" But the pink-haired half-God shakes head, smiling bashfully. "Nuh-uh. I need to make sure my lady is taking care of herself."
His lady. You've never felt such butterflies and arousal at a man calling you a petname before. You are silent and head over heels as he carries you up the hill with ease. The only problem you have with him putting you down is being out of those beefy arms, his chest no longer your pillow.
But all of that vanishes when he wraps his arms around you and kisses you once more as if he can't get enough. You can tell from the hard bulge he is sporting under his skirt, making you ache to see what lies underneath. When he pulls away, his eyes are dripping with lust. "Tell me what you want," he whispers. Even in the midst of lust, he is a gentleman. You smile, running your hands down his broad, chiseled chest. "You," you whisper back. "I want you, Yuji."
Yuji looks like wants to cream himself at your words. "Take me then. I'm yours." You smile, locking eyes with him as you slide his breast plate and vest off to reveal his body. Each chiseled, carved muscle stares back at you and greedily, you run your fingers over each one. He's perfect. Every inch of him. "Mmm," he sighs, eyelids fluttering closed at your touch.
His soft moans and short puffs of air escaping his pretty mouth encourage you to drag your fingers lower until you're on your knees and your hands are grazing his muscular thighs. You hum with satisfaction as your fingers tickle his legs as you hook them under his skirt, using one hand to grab his hard cock. You don't even need to see it—you can tell it's thick from the feeling of it in your palm.
Yuji groans at the feeling of your soft fingers wrapped around him, tugging him up and down. "Oh, fuck," he softly moans. "Gentle, baby, please. I-I never—"
"You never did this before?" you giggle, staring up at him. "I figured. Don't worry, Wonder Boy; you're in good hands." You wink before finally lifting up his skirt, revealing this thick, hard dick standing at attention for you. Your eyes widen at the sight of him between his tree trunk-like legs, hard, tan, and muscular. "You're so hard, baby boy," you purr. "So big."
You can't resist getting your lips wrapped around him after spitting in your palm, getting him nice and slick. You have had your fair share of practice with men, so you know how to give good head. But with Yuji, it isn't part of a plan or out of necessity. You want to suck his hard cock; feeling him fill up your mouth; cum down your throat.
You want to please him as you begin to bob your head up and down, using your wicked tongue to lick his sweet spots and along the tip, knowing that it's quite sensitive. He is very vocal about how good your mouth is as you suck him off, pumping him in time with your glucks with your hand. "A-Ah," he brokenly moans. "F-Fuck, babe, that's...ohhh, that's good."
You pop your lush lips off of his cock, smirking up at the blushing man. "Yeah?" you giggle. "You ain't seen nothin' yet." And then you latch your lips around his hard dick again and suck him hard, hollowing your cheeks as if you are slurping something through a straw. Then you take him deep in your mouth, letting him sink to the back of your throat. Yuji groans, gripping the gazebo railing for dear life, almost breaking it off. "Fuck!" he grunts. "Yes, honey, you're so good! Makin' me feel so fuckin' good!"
His voice practically echoes throughout the land and beyond, reaching the heavens. You feel pride and lust run through you, hot as fire. You pop back off of his cock with a wet pop! and stare up at him, pressing his thick cock to your cheek. "Yeah?" you purr. "I like makin' you feel good, Yuji~"
Then you dive back down, taking him deep down your throat, letting it do all the work. You ignore the sting of tears in your eyes and your aching knees as you deepthroat him, sliding you tight, wet, sloppy mouth up and down on your man's dick. Yuji is a groaning, whimpering mess, his hands clenched tight at his sides, arms bulging like he's about to punch something. "Gods, babe!" he groans. "You keep doin' that I'll cum too quick."
Your heart leaps in excitement at the prospect of getting all of his sweet cum down your throat, finally tasting the nectar of a God for yourself. You slide your mouth off of him, your lush lips dripping in your spit. "Go ahead, pretty boy. I don't mind~"
You don't give him much of a choice when you continue to suck and jerk him off, going faster and deeper, your movements intensified by his loud moaning that echos into the summer night.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! Gods, b-baby, I'm gonna...I'm cumming!" With a groan of your name, Yuji cums deep down your throat in a rush of cum that makes you sputter in surprise. There's soooo much! It coats your throat, salty yet sweet, and paints your tongue as it goes down. You have no choice but to swallow, glad to do so, as Yuji's toes curl in his sandals.
When moans finally die down to softer whimpers and pants of breath, you release him and smile up at him, relishing the way he stares down at you with such molten lust. “Good boy.” You then gently lick the rest of his cum off of his softening cock, making him hiss at the sensitvity, and clean yourself up. "Mmmm," you moan as you slurp him off your fingers. "You taste just as good as you look, Ji."
Yuji's eyes shine with supreme satisfaction, making you preen with pride at making such a man feel so good for his first blowjob. "That was amazing," he sighs. He puts his hands out for you and helps you up onto wobbly knees. "But now I have to please you too."
You could've melted right there at the shining lust in his eyes, making you feel slightly shy. There is something about this man that makes you feel like such a high school girl gooning after her crush. You giggle as he scoops you up and places you down on the gazebo bench before quickly kneeling before you. Though he seems bashful as he stares between your thighs, he looks determined and eager, his big hands placed on your waist. "I never tasted a woman before, but I can learn. Teach me how to please you."
You are more than happy to oblige. Slowly, you hike your dress up for him and lean back against the bench, allowing him to slowly drag your wet panties down your slender legs. Yuji is in awe at the sight before him: your gorgeous, puffy pussy, so exposed and glistening in the moonlight with your slick. You flush at his intense gaze, biting your lip. "C'mon, Wonder Boy," you whimper. "You're gonna make me blush."
But all of that shyness flies straight out the window the moment your man gets his mouth on you. After softly instructing him on how to touch you and put his tongue on your pussy, he gets it immediately and it sends you into orbit. Your back arches off of the bench as your eyes roll back and your mouth falls slack, seductive moans leaving your lips as Yuji licks you like his life depends on it.
He pays close attention to your body, his tongue licking up and down, left to right, against your clit. It sends shocks of pleasure through you, making your muscles tense and your thighs clamp around his head. "Oh, that's perfect, Yuji! You're s-so good!" Yuji hums into your pussy, his nose rubbing your clit as his tongue gently tips inside of your dripping hole. You damn near fly off of the bench, your moans drifting into the clouds and the stars. "Gods, yes! Please more! Give me more, baby!" you wail, tossing your head back to the skies.
Yuji moans into your pussy, making his mouth and lips sticky with your wetnes. “That’s my good girl. You taste so good.” Suddenly, you feel his big hands grip your asscheeks and he lifts you up off of the bench. You shriek, grasping his head with your hands and thighs for dear life. “Oh, Yuji!” you moan. “Wait, wait—“
“Don’t worry, darling. I won’t let you fall. Just feel good for me.” He softly laughs as he leans you up against the wall and continues to slurp you down, drinking your honey right from the source. His fat tongue licks your folds and your clit, quickly sending you over the edge the more he works his mouth.
“Shit!” you gasp. “Fuck, I’m close! I’m gonna cum, Yuji!” He moans into your cunt, wet, sloshing sounds of his tongue swirling in your wet pussy drifting through the air. “Do it," he begs into your slick folds. "Please cum for me, baby. Just for me.”
And after a few more magical strokes of his tongue and feeling those strong hands holding you up, you cum hard. Harder than you ever had in your life. Your eyes flutter shut and you let out a loud sob as you cream all over Yuji's tongue, drenching his chin in your wetness. You soar through the clouds for a moment, free as a bird, before you come back down to earth to be with your man.
After your orgasm high fades, Yuji gently lowers you down onto your feet, his eyes hooded and his lips glistening in your honey. You can't help yourself—you toss yourself at him, giving him a passionate, hot tongue kiss where you slurp all of yourself off of his lips. You taste divine coming from his mouth. “Oh, wow,” you sigh as you pull away, dreamily staring up at him. “Wonder Boy, you really are perfect.”
Though bashful, Yuji looks proud, sexily chuckling as he takes your hands in both of his. “Don’t be so sure. I still haven’t proven half of myself to you yet.” Your pussy throbs excitedly at that, anticipating his next plan. “So you wanna fuck me now? Is that it?” You cock your head to stare at him, smirking.
Your man grows pink, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “W-Well, only if you want to. I’m happy to just taste you.” Like you couldn't be more attracted to this man! Despite his hard cock that you can see growing between his thighs, he still allows you to make the choice. Fuck Hades. You're in love with this man. “I wanna feel you inside me," you purr, making his cock surge at your dirty words. "Don’t worry; I’ll show you what to do.”
Slowly, he places you up on the edge of the gazebo railing and wedges himself between your thighs. With your legs open wide and his tip at your entrance, he gulps as he stares down at where you will soon be connected. "Nice and slow," he whispers, locking eyes with you. "I promise you." You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck as he places his hands on your hips.
And ever so slowly, he slides himself inside of you, stretching you out in the best possible way. You both gasp at the sudden feeling, foreign yet wonderful, your velvety, wet pussy sucking in his thick cock. "Oh, fuck, Yuji!" you gasp, grasping his shoulders for dear life. "That's it! Y-You're so...so..."
Big? Thick? Fucking good? You've never felt this heavenly from a dick before. But then again, no man has ever made you feel this heavenly on their dick before! This is so new to you, making you relish each spark of pleasure that Yuji gives you as he slowly rocks his hips back and forth.
"Y-You feel amazing," he groans, grimancing from your pussy walls squeezing him tight. "I'm tryin' to go slow, baby, b-but it's so hard." You grin at him, moaning as his cock massages every sensitive part inside of you, his pelvis brushing your clit. "Yes, it is," you giggle. "Then fuck me, baby. I want you to make us both feel good. I'm all yours."
You tighten your thighs around him, making him groan as you pull him deeper into your body. A sudden fire ignites in Yuji's eyes, giving you a taste of the Yuji Itadori in battle with monsters and creatures from Hell.
"All mine?" he pants as he begins to rock his hips faster, pumping them back and forth as he fucks you at a mind-numbing pace that makes your pussy wetter and moans drip from your lips. He quickly grows drunk off of your pussy, your wetness slipping down and soaking his balls as he fucks you. "M'all yours too," he slurs. "I wanna make you feel so good, baby. I promise I will. Always."
You can't even properly reply, too busy moaning at how good he's fucking you. But you need more. You need it rough and deep. Apparently, he does too judging by his handsome face screwed up in pleasure from you and his thick cock throbbing in your pussy. "God, darling, you feel too good! I need to...need to-"
"Fuck me harder?" you giggle, your tits bouncing out of your dress from his thrusts. "Go ahead, stud. Pick me up and bounce me on that dick." He looks shocked at your suggestion, but he does as you request anyway, easily picking you up and dangling you off of his waist...and his fat cock.
When he begins to thrust again, you feel as if you're seeing Zeus Himself! Yuji takes you heaven and beyond with his cock, slamming them against your soft asscheeks, plap-plap-plapping sounds filling the air. "Like this?" he pants. "Is this good?"
You grip him with all of your might as he bounces you like a rabbit off of his dick, your slippers falling off of your feet dangling from his toned waist. "O-Oh, yes! That's. S-So. Fucking. Good." Your eyes roll back and you start slurring, drunk off of his perfect cock.
"You look so pretty like this," he groans, staring lovingly at your fucked-out expression. "Love fucking you like this. Makin' my lady feel so good f'me!" You press your breasts against his hard chest, sweat sticking your bodies together. "Kiss me," you whimper and he's helpless to resist. He sloppily tongue kisses you as he fucks you standing up, bouncing you off of his dick, ignoring the outside world just for a taste of your heaven.
But heaven doesn't even come close to when you're about to cum for him. When his thrusts grow faster and harder, you know that he's close, his balls slapping against your ass as he ruts into you. "F-Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum soon!" he whines.
You frantically nod, desperate to have him cum with you. "Go ahead. I want to you to fill me up, pretty boy." But he shakes his head, resisting the urge to shoot a fat load in your pussy and give you a nice half-God, half-human baby of your very own. "No," he growls, determination flashing in his golden eyes. "Not yet. Need to see you ride me...wanna watch you bounce on my dick in the moonlight when I cum."
You feel the urge to cream right there, but you find the inner strength to resist in, wanting to give your man the orgasm of a lifetime. "I can do that," you purr. "Lay down for me then, Wonder Boy. I'm about to make you see heaven when I make you cum for me."
And when you finally hop on his dick when he lies down in the silvery moonlight, you see Mount Olympus as soon as his dick grazes your G-spot. There are only moans, gasps, and pants as you bounce on top of him, sliding your wet pussy repeatedly up and down on his cock, making him moan below you. His big hands grasp your ass, helping you ride him, as you brace yourself on his lickable pecs.
Your tits dangle and bounce in his face, coaxing him to latch his lips around one hard nipple. He sucks as you continue to ride, expertly swirling your hips and rubbing your clit against his stomach to get you closer to the edge of bliss. "Cum for me, Yuji!" you gasp, about to burst. "I want you to cum!"
"I will," he groans, using his hips to thrust up into you. "I promise I will, darling. Just keep riding me please!" He resorts to only babbles of pleasure and delicious begging to sends you over the edge, wailing as you cum all around his cock. With a loud whimper, Yuji cums at the same time as you, shooting a fat load of spunk deep in your mortal pussy, giving you what most girls would kill for.
You gasp as you feel the hot flush of cum explode inside of you, coating your pussy and dripping down to your asshole. You ride out your orgasm, coaxing moans and whines out of Yuji as his orgasm during his first ever time having sex continues, making his eyes roll back and his lush lips form an O.
When it gets to be too much, even for a vixen like you, you slow your hips and roll off of him to lay by his side. You feel your pussy ooze with his cum and your muscles ache from the activity, leaving a smile on your face. "That was the best sex I ever had," Yuji pants beside you. "Er...well, the only time, actually."
You giggle, your smile growing wider, and you turn over to face him. His luscious muscles glisten in sweat under the moonlight, the afterglow of sex radiating off of him. "Well, count your blessings, Wonder Boy," you chuckle. "You may just have a few more times to add to your list."
Yuji turns to bring your body into his, eclipsing the rest of the world with his muscles. "I hope those times are with you," he whispers against your forehead. "You're the only one I want, Y/N. Thank you for that." He presses a soft kiss to the crowd of your head as he wraps those arms around you, tight and secure.
You smile, content in his embrace, and allow yourself to finally let go against his chest. For the first time in forever, you feel free. You don't care about Hades or your ex or your past. Just the little heaven you built with your man.
And you won't stop until you bring heaven to earth just for him.
Puppy Yuji will do anything to please you. Even if that means eating you out to oblivion
The apartment door clicked shut behind you, the weight of the day pressing down on your shoulders like a physical thing. Your bag hit the floor with a dull thud, shoes kicked off without care, and you barely made it to the couch before collapsing into the cushions. The silence of the space wrapped around you, thick and heavy, broken only by the soft padding of footsteps approaching from the hallway.
Yuji appeared in the doorway, his golden-brown eyes immediately locking onto you with that familiar, eager intensity. His messy hair fell across his forehead, ears perked forward, and his tail gave a tentative wag behind him. He was already on his knees before you could even speak, crawling across the floor with single-minded purpose until he knelt between your spread thighs.
"You look tired," he murmured, voice low and warm, hands already reaching for the waistband of your pants. His fingers worked the button and zipper with practiced ease, tugging the fabric down your legs along with your underwear in one fluid motion. The cool air kissed your exposed skin, but it was quickly replaced by the heat of his breath as he leaned in closer. "Let me take care of you. Please. I want to make you feel good."
You didn't have to tell him twice. Yuji's hands slid up your thighs, spreading you wider as he settled in, his nose brushing against your inner thigh before his tongue made the first slow, deliberate lick along your folds. He started gentle, almost reverent, the flat of his tongue dragging from your entrance up to your clit in long, languid strokes that sent sparks dancing along your nerves. His ears twitched at the soft sigh that escaped you, and he doubled down, pressing closer, burying his face between your legs like he couldn't get enough.
Minutes stretched into something timeless as Yuji worked. His tongue circled your clit with precise, teasing flicks before dipping lower to push inside you, fucking you shallowly with the wet heat of his mouth. He alternated between broad, sweeping licks and focused suction, drawing your sensitive bud between his lips and humming low in his throat, the vibration rippling through you like electricity. Your hips twitched involuntarily, but he held you steady, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he kept you pinned exactly where he wanted you.
"More," you breathed, and Yuji obeyed without hesitation. He shifted, angling his head to suck harder on your clit while two fingers slid into your pussy, curling against that spot inside you that made your vision blur. He pumped them slowly at first, matching the rhythm of his tongue, building a steady pressure that coiled tighter and tighter in your core. Your hands found his hair, fingers threading through the strands, and he leaned into the touch, whimpering softly against your skin like your pleasure was the only thing that mattered.
Time blurred. The apartment filled with the wet sounds of his mouth on you, the occasional gasp or moan that slipped from your lips as he pushed you higher. Yuji didn't stop, didn't slow, didn't even seem to need air—he licked and sucked and fingered you through one orgasm, then another, his tongue never faltering even as your thighs trembled around his head. Your clit throbbed, oversensitive and swollen, but he was gentle now, lapping at you with soft, soothing strokes that somehow kept the pleasure simmering just beneath the surface.
"Yuji," you whimpered, voice hoarse from how long he'd been at it, how many times he'd made you cum. Your fingers tightened in his hair, but he only pressed closer, tongue flicking faster, fingers curling deeper. "I can't—fuck, I can't take anymore."
He pulled back just enough to look up at you, lips shiny and chin wet, eyes dark with devotion. "Yes, you can," he said softly, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. "Just a little more. Let me make you feel good. Let me hear you."
And then he was back, mouth sealing over you again, tongue working in relentless, perfect rhythm until your head fell back against the couch and all you could do was whimper and whine, body shaking, mind blank except for the overwhelming sensation of his mouth on you. Yuji didn't stop. He wouldn't stop. Not until you were completely undone, until every flick of his tongue had wrung every last drop of pleasure from your exhausted body, until the only sounds left in the room were your broken, desperate noises and the wet, obscene evidence of his devotion.
Tell the angels “No”…………..Photography Major!Yuji pt.2…………📷
The soft sound of the recording strikes up in the dim lighting, aside from the slurps and soft gagging you provided to his thick length, bobbing your head weakly to try getting it coated in your spit enough to move easier. But your sweet, sweet boyfriend wasn’t having any of that stalling… no, not at all! His fingers threaded through your hair lovingly, cooing ‘so good, baby..’ and ‘take it, angel. Yeaaa, just like that.’ as he pressed your lips deeper down his shaft. He did this until your throat was constricting around him, cutting off your breathing in replacement to your lips at his base and slobber oozing down his pelvis. His soft pink pubes tickled your nose and his musk was healthy yet prominent where you were, and you moan weakly, tearing up and shutting an eye so you didn’t lose focus.
“Fuck, that’s so perfect, babe… stay just like that.” He groaned, recording your pretty struggling expression and how fucked out you looked sucking his dick so devotedly. As much as he loved his job as an eater, the rare times of him receiving just had to be caught on film. Just for him, watching with the cutest little muffled moans. You’d have never pushed this far, usually stroking the rest of his cock—eager and determined—but here you are, gagging on it with the cutest whines around him. The vibration seemed to love traveling through his throbbing dick and to his core, shaking him up. His own expression that you’d been watching, camera shy because it was now really intimate in a different way, was full of pleasure and excitement. He just looked like a kid in a candy store when he got to watch you bob on his length so well.
It wasn’t even 2 days after that, it was raining out, lamplight covering a small portion of the room. In your position, you both were cuddling, his lean chest spooning your back. He loved his shows, after all, so you guys just binged at the end of your day to wind down. In this particular show, there was a lot of… explicit content. Made for laughs or emotional depth in character relationships, Yuji would analyze, and you always laughed because you knew he was probably just quoting his professor from a lecture he’d recently had regarding film study.
During one of the scenes, it must’ve finally stirred life to his mini-me, because he was prodding at your ass. Yuji usually wasn’t shy about it, but in the moment, he parted from his hold on you, placing a pillow over himself reluctantly.
“Sorry…” you’d hear him mumble, trying not to pay the scene anymore mind than he already had. You only laugh, albeit it’s soft and breathy enough to sign off as a huff of air, you’d then roll over and gently remove the pillow.
“You getting shy on me, Yuu’?” You’d giggle, playful, and a bit charmed by his sudden look of embarrassment. Have you both not, time and time again, been intimate? Maybe he was ashamed because it was another film getting him hard and not yours? That you did not know. He just groaned, covering his face.
“You know I don’t want that stuff influencing me… it’s not real. And really exaggerated, my professor said so. Plus, you don’t make those crazy noises when I’m fucking you…” he murmured sheepishly, almost ashamed of his game. …As if it didn’t put you to sleep from his sheer stamina. He’s also built like an oven, so you loved pressure. An idea sparked.
“…So do you wanna make a movie, Yuji?”
He was quick to have you in prone, but that just wasn’t enough. After one round of slow, lazy rolls of his hips and the camera at a good angle, making you both moan softly, he’d change it to something more… profitable, in regards to noise. He liked having your nape exposed, kissing and sucking the skin around your neck and whispering in your ear about how good you felt as you tightened up.
The next position was probably the meanest fold you’ve ever been in, your whole life. Your pussy was practically airborne with how into it he got, his hips slamming so hard that it lifted you little by little. He folded you up in the meanest ways, and you really felt it, squealing loud enough to bother the dorms around. The sounds were so lewd, pairing nicely with the lewd things he said to you, making this just impossible to escape. 3 rounds in and he hates how the rubber is blocking him from feeling how warm you got, so his hips slammed a little harder, making up for the friction you couldn’t handle. He was so loud and raw in your ear, as well, pounding into you and causing wavers in his moans. You felt so good at this angle, and the loud squelching or ‘plap!’ing didn’t make it any better. His bed was usually stable during sex, but with this mean pace? It was beginning to creak dangerously loudly. That wasn’t stopping him, though. Nothing really could. And on film? It all looked even better…
looks like your pervy best friend finally has you where he wants you to be! twt link
♯ yuuji itadori x reader
yuuji had been pushing it for months.
every party you’d attended together, where you'd wear those tiny, revealing tops that left nothing to the imagination, his gaze would constantly, uncontrollably linger on your chest, watching the way your tits bounced or how the fabric strained against your nipples. he’d of course try to look away, but his dick would harden instantly every time you leaned in to whisper something in his ear.
somehow, he always ended up "accidentally" brushing against you whenever you stood too close.
the way his hand would slide down to cup your ass when you stood side by side in a crowded room, his fingers squeezing your asscheek just for a second before he’d pull away with a flustered apology.
he remembered the agony of sitting on the couch with you one night, clutching a pillow tightly over his lap to hide the massive, throbbing boner that sprung up the moment you kissed his cheek and reached up to playfully scratch his scalp.
a subtle shiver crept down his spine at the mere thought of those moments, as though his body remembered them before his mind could push them away.
he quickly shook the thoughts aside, forcing his attention back to the present. and yet, the second he looked at you again, the familiar feeling returned.
for a brief second, he genuinely forgot how to breathe as the sight of you being in this vulnerable position had completely caught him off guard.
you were pinned beneath him on the bed while your breath came in shallow hitches. his gorgeous, sweet, effortlessly funny best friend. the person he could never quite stop thinking about. yes, you. god, was he dreaming again? he couldn't tell.
yuuji was hovering over you, his face flushed a deep crimson, his golden brown eyes wide and blown out with lust. he had your legs spread wide, and his large hand was clamped firmly onto the side of your pink lace panties, tugging the fabric harshly to the side to expose your soaking wet slit.
he wasn't even inside you yet, but he was rubbing his thick, throbbing dick right against your folds, sliding the head of his dick up and down your clit and the entrance of your pussy.
the stimulation was maddening, and the sight of his heavy length slicking itself with your own juices was almost too much to bear.
"god, y— you’re so fucking nice," yuuji blabbered, as he had been doing for the past 10 minutes, his voice cracking with desperation. he was talking a mile a minute, the way he always did when he was nervous or overly excited.
"like, seriously, you're the best. and these panties— please, please don't ever stop wearing pink. it matches my hair, right? it— it looks so hot on you! i’ve been thinking about these since you put them on this morning, just imagining how they'd look pulled to the side like this—”
“you were watching me?!”
he let out a shaky breath, deciding not to answer your question, his hips twitching as he smeared his pre-cum across your entrance. "you’re so wet for me. you're literally dripping— it's making me go crazy, i can't— i just wanna—"
his other hand was braced against your inner thigh, his fingers digging into your soft skin to keep you open. as he shifted his weight to get a better angle, his hand slipped slightly, pushing your leg further back and inadvertently shoving the head of his dick past your lips.
"oooh! god—" the pink-hair gasped, freezing instantly as he felt the tight, searing heat of your walls clamp around the tip of his dick. "i’m soso sorry! i— i didn't mean to— i just slipped swear!"
the sudden intrusion forced a loud, sharp squeal from your throat, your back arching off the mattress. for the first time since he'd started staring obsessively at your cunt, yuuji’s gaze flickered up. he looked directly into your eyes, seeing the haze of pleasure and the way your lips were parted.
he swallowed hard, his voice dropping an octave, though he was still stuttering. "d— did— did you like that? did that feel good?"
you let out a shaky breath, your hands gripping his shoulders. "yuuji! that's not the point! you promised! you said just the tip!"
“that was not the tip—”
"fuck the promise," he groaned.
and with one violent, powerful thrust, yuuji shoved his entire dick deep inside you.
the impact was sudden and overwhelming, filling you completely.
"fuuuck," yuuji let out a loud, guttural moan, his head snapping back as he felt the crushing tightness of your pussy gripping his dick. "oh goddd! you're so tight— so warm— fuck, i can't believe i’m actually in you!"
you gasped loudly, your voice breaking into a series of high pitched moans as your body struggled to accommodate his size. the sensation was intense, the feeling of his skin against your internal walls sending sparks through your entire nervous system.
however, yuuji didn't give you time to recover. he began to pump into you with a frantic, desperate energy. the hand on your inner thigh pushed your leg higher, hooking it over his shoulder to open you up even more, while his other hand remained locked in a tight grip on your pink panties, tugging the wet, cum stained fabric further aside so he could watch his cock disappear into your soaking flesh.
"you feel so good," he whimpered, his pace increasing, the sound of his pelvis slapping against your ass filling the room. "i've wanted this for so long. i wanted to fuck you so bad it hurt. tell me you like it! tell me you want me to keep going! you do, right baby?”
"i’ve been— shit! fucking— dying," yuuji groaned, his voice raw as he picked up the pace, his hips blurring in a frantic motion. "every time you touched me— god, every time i saw you in those fucking tops.. i just wanted to rip your clothes off and do this!"
“yeah? god, yuu— i knew all those touches weren’t— hah! accidental! how long have you been th— thinking of this?”
he let out a shaky, desperate sound, his grip on your pink panties tightening until the fabric was stretched to its limit. he was hitting your cervix now, the depth of his thrusts making you cry out, your voice trailing off into breathless whimpers.
“for so long—”
he watched your face, obsessed with the way your eyes rolled back and the way you clung to his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin.
"you’re such a pervert, yuuji," you teased, your voice breathy and strained, a small, playful smile tugging at your lips despite the intensity of his thrusts.
yuuji let out a choked laugh, his face twisting in a grimace of pleasure. "yeah— yeah, i am! i’m a total pervert for you! i can't help it, you're just too fucking hot!"
the feeling reached a breaking point.
his movements became erratic, his thrusts shorter and faster as he hit his limit. he felt the walls of your pussy clamping down on him in rhythmic waves, milking him, pushing him over the edge.
"i'm gonna— i'm cumming!" he yelped, his voice cracking.
with one final, deepest thrust that buried him to the hilt, yuuji froze. his entire body locked up, his muscles straining as he let out a long moan. you felt it instantly, the hot, thick jets of his cum erupting deep inside you, filling your womb with searing warmth.
he pulsed inside you over and over, pumping load after load of hot seed into your depths, his dick twitching violently as he emptied himself completely.
he then collapsed onto you, his forehead resting against yours, both of you gasping for air. he didn't pull out; he stayed buried deep, savoring the feeling of your tight walls slowly relaxing around his spent length.
"god.." yuuji whispered, his voice trembling, a dazed look in his eyes. "i think.. i think i'm never letting anyone have you."
for a moment, a quiet sense of comfort settled between you, the silence feeling natural rather than something either of you needed to fill.
“so.. when you said i was hot..”
he hummed softly, slowly lowering his head until he could tuck his face into the crook of your neck, seemingly content to hide there for a while.
“you meant hotter than jennifer lawrence, right?”
suddenly, he stilled for a moment, his eyes lifting to meet yours with a soft, almost puppy-like expression.
he hears your block get mentioned by a villain and shows up at your window shaking, calling your name as if he forgot the mask..you pull it off and it's yuji...wide eyed, wrecked, and looking at you like he’s been starving.
- mdni | 18 +
──── ୨୧ ────
The city’s heartbeat was a siren, a rhythm Yuji Itadori knew better than his own. His muscles screamed a symphony of agony, each fiber a frayed string pulled taut by the endless performance of heroism. He’d left a crater in a rooftop garden three blocks east, a web cocooned a trio of would be art thieves in a warehouse by the docks, and narrowly avoided being bisected by a laser grid in the financial district. All before midnight. The suit clung to him, a second skin of sweat and grime, the weight of responsibility a physical thing pressing down on his spine.
His phone buzzed in a hidden pocket of the suit. From: you. A simple selfie from a cafe, a latte art heart, and the text: thinking of u! hope ur having a better night than my stats textbook 😘.
A pang, sharp and acidic, twisted in his gut. He hadn't replied to your last three messages. He’d mentally drafted a dozen responses while web swinging through the concrete canyons, witty and warm, but his thumbs, numb and trembling, had never managed to type them out.
You were the quiet hum beneath the city’s roar, the one place he was supposed to land softly, but he’d been soaring too high… too fast, leaving you in the dust of his wake. The thought of you, tucked away in your apartment, probably curled up with a highlighter and a mountain of notes, was a beacon. You were real. This… the mask, the villains, the adrenaline… it was a waking dream he couldn’t escape.
Then, the guttural laugh of the Vulture’s latest lackey echoed in his memory. “Gonna hit that little bistro on Elm Street, then maybe work my way up to those fancy apartments on the next block over. Easy pickings.”
Your block.
Panic, cold and electric, jolted through him, overriding exhaustion. The world narrowed to a pinpoint, a single destination. His surroundings blurred into meaningless streaks of light and shadow as he launched himself into the air. The wind whipped past him, a raw shriek, but all he could hear was the frantic pounding of his own heart. Please be okay, please be okay, please be okay. It became a prayer, a mantra against the suffocating fear that gripped him.
He landed on your fire escape with a rattling clang that sounded like a gunshot in the relative quiet of the night. The sight of your light, a warm, golden square in the building’s facade, was a relief so profound it almost buckled his knees. But the fear still had its claws in him. What if the villain had already been there? What if he was too late?
He didn't knock. He beat against the glass of your window, the sound frightening and loud. A clumsy, desperate tattoo that was anything but the graceful entrance the city’s hero was supposed to make.
You jolted, the highlighter in your hand skittering across your textbook, leaving a neon pink streak across a diagram of cellular mitosis. The noise was violent, unexpected. Your eyes darted to the window, and your breath hitched.
A silhouette against the city glow. A figure in red and blue, hunched over, breathing heavily, rapping insistently on your windowpane.
spider-man.
Your heart hammered against your ribs, a wild drumbeat of confusion and alarm. You scrambled from your desk, fumbling with the lock on the old window frame before sliding it open with a rush of cool night air.
"Spider-Man!?" Your voice was a hushed, disbelieving whisper.
He didn't waste a second. He practically fell into your room, the scent of rain, concrete, and something metallic clinging to him. His gloved hands were on your face before you could even process his presence, cool and strangely gentle against your skin. His thumbs brushed over your cheekbones, a gesture so familiar it made your head spin.
"God- are you good? Are you hurt anywhere?" His voice was rough and so strained, vibrating with an intensity that made the air crackle.
You stood frozen, your mind a tangled mess. You could feel the fine tremor running through his hands, see the small rise and fall of his chest. Why was he here? Why did he look so… worried? About you?
"Y/n… answer me," he pleaded, and the sound of your name from that masked face sent a jolt through you like a physical shock.
You flinched back slightly, pulling your face from his grasp. "How… how do you know my name?"
His hands dropped to his sides as if he'd been burned. He took a half step back, the picture of dejection. "Shit…" he muttered, the word so soft you almost didn't hear it.
He looked down at his gloved hands, then around your room…at the textbook open to a page about osmosis, the little potted succulent on your windowsill, the framed photo of the two of you at the beach when you were sixteen. He looked everywhere but at you.
The silence stretched, turning thick and heavy. You could hear the distant wail of another siren, the hum of your mini fridge, the loud, shallow breaths escaping from behind that mask. You took him in- the broad set of his shoulders, tense with worry, the way he held himself with an exhaustion so profound it seemed to radiate from him in waves.
Slowly, carefully, you reached out. Your fingers brushed against the raised, web like pattern of the suit on his forearm. He flinched but didn't pull away. Emboldened, you let your hand travel upward, tracing the solid muscle of his bicepes, over the curve of his shoulder. He was so solid, so …real?. Your own breath hitched as your fingers neared the base of his neck. You kept your eyes locked on the white lenses of his mask, searching for… something.
"You… know me, don't you?" you whispered, the words barely leaving your lips.
He said nothing. You saw the line of his throat bob as he swallowed hard. Then, the slightest, almost imperceptible nod.
It was your turn to swallow. The world tilted on its axis. A thousand half remembered moments, missed calls, and canceled plans flickered through your mind. The unexplained absences. The sudden bruises on Yuji's face that he'd laugh off as a new martial arts injury. The way he'd always know when something was wrong with you, even from miles away. A terrifying, exhilarating possibility began to bloom in your chest.
Your other hand rose to join the first, hovering near the bottom edge of his mask. "Do you trust me?" you asked again, your voice trembling slightly.
His hands moved, breaking the stillness. They found your waist, the fabric of your oversized sweatshirt bunching under his grip as his fingers dug in, a silent, desperate affirmation. He pulled you closer, until there was no space left between your bodies, until you could feel the rhythm of his heart beating against your own.
Taking that as a yes, you curled your fingers around the hem of the mask, the material rough and strange against your skin. You began to peel it upward slowly, giving him every chance to stop you. He didn't. He just held you tighter, his breath catching in his throat.
The mask slid over his jaw, revealing a stubborn chin dusted with stubble, lips parted in a silent gasp. And there, just to the right of his mouth, a thin, silvery scar.
A scar you knew intimately. One you had watched Yuji get when he was sixteen. One you had carefully dabbed with antiseptic while he winced and tried to say some jokes.
Your hands froze, the mask still covering the bridge of his nose and his eyes. "Y-Yuji?" The name was a fragile, broken thing in the quiet of your room.
He stopped breathing. He went utterly, completely still. Then, after a beat that lasted an eternity, he finally spoke, his voice muffled by the fabric but clear as a bell. "Do you- …do you trust me?" he asked, throwing your own question back at you.
You stood there, the weight of the revelation pressing down on you. Your childhood best friend. The boy who shared his popsicles with you in the summer. The teenager who held you while you cried over your first real heartbreak. The man who was currently holding you like you were the only solid thing in a world spinning out of control. He was also the hero swinging from skyscrapers, the city’s scarred guardian.
Slowly, you nodded.
That was all the permission he needed. He ripped the mask the rest of the way off in one fluid motion, tossing it carelessly onto your bed. And there he was. Yuji Itadori. His pink hair was damp with sweat, plastered to his forehead. His face, usually so full of easy sunshine and bright smiles, was etched with a bone deep exhaustion, but his eyes… his eyes were burning. Burning with a raw intensity you had never seen before, an inferno of longing and desperation.
Then he was on you.
His lips crashed against yours, and it wasn't a gentle kiss. It was a collision, a desperate, starving thing. It tasted of rain and salt and the metal of exhaustion. He poured everything into it…every missed phone call, every lie of omission, every moment of wanting you and being too afraid, too busy, to reach for you. He backed you up until your legs hit the edge of your desk, the wood digging into your thighs. Without breaking the kiss, he hoisted you onto the surface, the textbook and highlighters clattering to the floor.
"God-" he breathed out against your mouth, his voice a low and ragged growl. "I've wanted this for so long. You- you don't even know."
His hands were everywhere, roaming up your back, tangling in your hair, pulling you impossibly closer. He was needy, almost rough, like a man dying of thirst who had just found an oasis. You tangled your fingers in his damp, pink hair, pulling him closer, matching his desperation with your own. The months of quiet longing, of worrying, of missing him, all came rushing to the surface.
You bit his lower lip, and he groaned, such a deep and vibrating sound that you felt in your very bones.
His hands slid down from your waist to grip the backs of your thighs, yanking you flush against him. You could feel him, hard and insistent, pressing against the thin fabric of your sleep shorts. The realization sent a jolt of liquid heat straight to your core. You wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your ankles behind his back, a silent invitation.
He took it.
His hands moved to the hem of your sweatshirt, his touch rough and impatient. He tugged it over your head in one swift motion, the cool night air pebbling your skin. His eyes, dark and hungry, raked over you, taking in the simple lace of your bra. He looked at you like he was worshipping at an altar, like you were the answer to every prayer he’d ever whispered into the dark.
"You're so beautiful," he rasped, his words thick with an emotion that went far beyond simple lust. Then he was on you again.. his lips trailing a scorching path down your neck, across your collarbone. He nipped at the sensitive skin where your shoulder near your neck is, and you gasped, your head falling back. His hands came up to cup your breasts through the lace, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, drawing them into tight, aching points.
"Yuji.." you breathed, his name a prayer on your sweet lips.
He groaned again, the sound sending vibrations through your chest. He reached behind you, fumbling with the clasp of your bra for a moment before it gave way. He slid the straps down your arms, his gaze never leaving yours. The intensity in his eyes was almost too much, a raw and unshielded thing that laid him completely bare to you.
He leaned down, taking one peaked nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before sucking hard. The sensation was so god damn electric, a direct line to the throbbing ache in your pussy. You arched into him, your fingers tightening in his hair. He paid equal attention to the other, lavishing it with the same desperate attention, leaving you panting and writhing beneath him.
His free hand snaked down between your bodies, slipping past the waistband of your shorts and underwear. He groaned when he felt how wet you were, his fingers sliding easily through your folds.
"Fuck, y/n," he murmured against your skin. "You're so wet. All of this… for me?"
You could only nod, your words lost as he circled your clit with a sure and steady pressure. His touch was knowing, practiced in a way that made a fresh wave of dizzying arousal wash over you. He knew what he was doing. The thought was both thrilling and a little sad…how many other girls had he practiced on? You shoved the thought away, focusing on the here and now, on the way his fingers were making you feel.
He slid one finger inside you, then another, curling them just right. You cried out, your hips bucking against his hand. He set a rhythm, pumping his fingers in and out of you while his thumb worked your clit. The pressure built, a tight coil in your belly, threatening to break.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice low, turning a bit rough.
You forced your eyes open, meeting his burning gaze. The sight of him, Yuji, your Yuji, standing between your spread legs, his fingers buried deep inside you, his face contorted in a mask of pure, unadulterated need, was your undoing.
The coil snapped, and you came with a cry, your body convulsing around his fingers. He rode you through it, whispering praise against your skin, his other arm wrapped around your waist to hold you steady.
When you finally came back to yourself, he was pulling his fingers from you, bringing them to his lips and sucking them clean. The sight was so obscene, so fucking hot it made your spent body clench with renewed desire.
He stepped back, quickly shedding the rest of his suit, the fabric peeling away to reveal a body sculpted by years of rigorous training and nightly battles. Scars, old and new, dotted his skin, a roadmap of his double life. You wanted to kiss every single one.
He stood before you, naked and out, his cock standing proud and erect against his stomach. He was big, bigger than you'd expected from such a sweet man, and the sight of him made your mouth water.
He stepped forward again, his hands gripping your hips. "I need to be inside you.." he said, his voice turned into this raw and desperate plea at this point. "Now... Please, y/n. I need you."
You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer. "Then take me…" you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.
He needed no further encouragement. He lined his cock up with your entrance, and then he was pushing inside, slow and steady, stretching you in a way that was both painful and incredibly pleasurable. You gasped, your nails digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders.
He paused once he was fully sheathed, his forehead resting against yours, both of you breathing heavily. "Are you okay?" he asked, his sweet voice laced with concern.
You nodded, unable to speak. You felt so full, so complete, like a missing piece of you had finally clicked into place.
He started to move then, his hips rocking against yours in a slow rhythm. Each thrust sent a burst of pleasure through your insides, building the tension all over again. It wasn't slow anymore. it was deep and meaningful, a conversation in a language your bodies understood perfectly.
His hands roamed your body, relearning every curve, every dip. He traced the line of your spine, cupped the swell of your ass, tangled his fingers in your hair. He kissed you, a deep, sloppy yet tender kiss that spoke volumes of all the unspoken words between you.
"I'm sorry," he murmured against your lips. "I'm so sorry for everything. For being a bad friend, for lying to you, for not being there."
You shook your head, your hands coming up to cup his face. "You're here now," you said, your voice trembling. "That's all that matters."
He looked at you, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "I love you," he said, the words tumbling out of him in a rush. "I've always loved you."
The confession broke something open in you, a dam of emotion you hadn't even realized was there. Tears streamed down your face as you pulled him in for another kiss, pouring all of your love, all of your longing, all of your relief into it.
"I love you too," you whispered against his mouth.
He began to move faster then, his thrusts becoming harder, more demanding. The sounds of your bodies meeting, of your shared moans and gasps, filled the small room, mingling with the distant sounds of the city that never slept.
You could feel another orgasm building, this one more intense than the last. The pressure was immense, a gathering storm about to break. "Yuji- fuck-!" you cried out, your voice high and desperate.
"I'm-"
"I know," he grunted, his rhythm faltering. "Me too. Together. Let's cum together."
He reached between you, his thumb finding your clit, and that was all it took. You shattered, your orgasm ripping through you with the force of a tidal wave. Your vision went white, your body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.
With a hoarse cry of your name, he followed you over the edge, his hips jerking as he spilled himself deep inside you.
For a long moment, you just stayed like that, wrapped in each other's arms, your bodies slick with sweat, your hearts beating as one. He was still inside you, a warm, solid presence that anchored you to the earth.
Slowly, he pulled out, the loss leaving you feeling a sudden emptiness. He helped you off the desk, his arms strong and steady around you. He led you to the bed, pulling back the covers and tucking you in before sliding in beside you.
You curled into his side, your head resting on his chest, listening to the steady, reassuring rhythm of his heartbeat. His arm came around you, holding you close. The mask lay forgotten on the floor, a symbol of a life you were now irrevocably a part of.
"What happens now?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper.
He kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering. "Now," he said, his voice soft but sure. "Now, I stop running. Now, I finally come home to you."
You looked up at him, at the boy you'd always known, the man you were just beginning to discover. The exhaustion was still there, etched around his eyes, but the desperate need was gone, replaced by a quiet contentment, a peace you hadn't seen in him in years. He was home.
And you were right where you belonged.
Morning arrived not with the usual blare of your alarm, but with the gentle, warm weight of an arm draped over your waist and the soft, even breaths tickling the back of your neck. For a blissful, hazy moment, the world was just the warmth of the bed and the solid presence behind you. Then, the events of the previous night crashed back into your consciousness with the force of a physical blow. spider-man. Yuji. The confession, the desperate lovemaking, the tears.
You slowly turned over. Yuji was still asleep, his face relaxed in a way it rarely was when he was awake. The faint morning light filtering through your window softened the angles of his face, made the scar by his lip look like a mere pencil stroke. He looked younger, vulnerable. You reached out, your fingers hovering just above his cheek, afraid to touch him and shatter the fragile peace of the moment.
His eyes fluttered open. They were still heavy with sleep, but they cleared instantly as they focused on you. A slow, genuine smile spread across his face, so purely Yuji that it made your heart ache.
"Morning," he rasped, his voice thick and husky. He shifted, closing the small distance between you and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your skin. "I didn't dream it, did I?"
You shook your head, your hands coming up to thread through his messy pink hair. "Nope. Not a dream."
He sighed, a sound of pure, unadulterated relief. "Thank God," he murmured against your skin. Then he stilled, lifting his head slightly. "But... my phone's been buzzing. I should probably..." He trailed off, the familiar cloud of responsibility starting to creep back into his eyes.
You tightened your grip on his hair, pulling him back down. "No," you said, your voice firm but gentle. "Not yet. Just five more minutes."
He looked at you, a conflict warring in his expression- the pull of the city versus the anchor of your arms. Then, the city lost. He relaxed completely, melting against you, a deadweight of pure, relieved muscle. "Okay," he whispered. "Five minutes."
Those five minutes stretched into twenty. You just lay there, a tangle of limbs, tracing the new and old scars on his back and shoulders as he told you about them. The faint, circular burn on his left shoulder from a laser. The long, thin one on his ribs from a knife. The jagged one on his forearm that was still healing. You listened, your heart clenching with each story, your fingers gently memorizing the topology of his double life.
"I was so scared last night," he admitted, his voice muffled by your pillow. "When that guy mentioned your block... I've never been that terrified. Not even with the Green Goblin." He shuddered, a raw, visceral memory of the fear. "All I could think was that I'd been so caught up in being spider-man that I'd forgotten how to be Yuji, the guy who's supposed to look out for you."
"You're here now," you said again, the words a soothing balm. "That's what matters."
He rolled over, propping himself up on an elbow to look down at you. His expression was serious, the playful morning light gone from his eyes. "I want to be here for you," he said, his thumb stroking your cheek. "All the way. But you have to know... it won't be easy. This," he gestured vaguely at the world outside your window, "doesn't stop. People will always be in danger. I'll always have to run."
"I know," you said softly. "I'm not asking you to stop being spider-man, Yuji. I could never do that. I'm just asking you to let me in. Let me be the person you come home to. The one you don't have to lie to."
His gaze softened, a wave of emotion washing over him so strongly you could feel it in the air. "Yeah," he breathed out. "Yeah, okay." He leaned down and kissed you, a slow, deep kiss that was full of promise, a sealing of a new, unspoken pact.
A loud, insistent buzz from the pile of discarded clothes on the floor shattered the moment. Yuji groaned, dropping his forehead to yours. "That'll be frank. He's probably already bitching."
"Go," you urged, giving him a little push. "The city needs its hero."
He gave you a look of such profound fondness it made your breath catch. He leaned in for one more quick kiss before scrambling out of bed. He moved with an economy of motion that was mesmerizing to watch. He pulled on the bottom half of his suit, the material clinging to his thighs like a second skin. He found his phone, frowning at the screen.
"Nothing major," he said, relieved. "Just a multi car pileup on the expressway. I can help redirect traffic and be back in an hour."
He pulled the mask on, but before he covered his face completely, he looked at you one last time. "I'll come back," he promised. "For real. We'll get breakfast. I'll even let you pay."
You laughed, a genuine laugh that felt like sunlight after a storm. "It's a date, spider-man."
The white lenses of the mask narrowed, a silent, crinkling smile. Then the fabric smoothed over his face, and he was gone, disappearing out your window with a soft thwip that was quickly swallowed by the morning roar of the city.
You lay back in bed, the sheets still warm and smelling of him, a complicated tangle of exhilaration and fear swirling in your chest. You were no longer just y/n, some college student. You were the girl spider-man came home to. You were in love with Yuji Itadori, and your life had irrevocably changed overnight. A slow smile spread across your face. It was terrifying. It was wonderful. And you wouldn't trade it for anything.
True to his word, an hour later, a familiar knock echoed not at your window, but at your front door. You opened it to find Yuji, looking windswept and gloriously normal in a pair of sweats and a hoodie he must have stashed nearby. His hair was a mess, and there was a faint smudge of dirt on his cheek, but his smile was bright enough to power the entire block.
He held up a greasy paper bag. "I come bearing bagels and the finest mediocre coffee a corner bodega can offer" he announced with a grand bow.
You laughed, stepping aside to let him in. "The hero new york deserves."
"Just the hero you deserve," he corrected, his voice dropping slightly as he kicked the door shut behind him. He set the food on your small kitchen counter, but instead of digging in, he turned to you, his expression softening. He closed the distance between you, his hands finding your waist.
"Hi," he murmured, like he was seeing you for the first time.
"Hi," you whispered back, your hands coming to rest on his chest.
He leaned down and kissed you, slowly, a sweet kiss that tasted of coffee and the future you two had ahead. It was nothing like the desperate, frenzied kisses of the night before. This one was a promise.
When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours. "So," he said, a little breathless. "About that date."
"Breakfast is a good start," you teased, though your heart was thumping a fast, happy rhythm against your ribs.
"Nah," he said, pulling back just enough to grin at you, that familia, easy going Yuji smile that made your stomach have that tingle. "Breakfast is just the prelude. I'm thinking tonight. A real date. Dinner, a movie. The whole nine yards. No spandex, no secrets." He paused, his gaze searching yours. "Just me. And you. What do you say?"
You looked at this boy- this man…who you had known your entire life, who you had mourned in his absence, who you had just discovered carried the weight of a city on his shoulders. And he was asking you on a date.
You stood on your tiptoes and kissed him, pouring all your answer into that one, perfect touch.
That evening found you sitting across from him in a tiny, ramen shop tucked away on a quiet side street. The steam from the bowls fogged up the windows, and the air was filled with the comforting sounds of slurping noodles and quiet conversation. It was normal. So wonderfully, beautifully normal.
Yuji talked, his hands gesturing wildly as he recounted a story about a training exercise gone wrong with his "internship" mentor. You listened, mesmerized, watching the way the candlelight caught in his eyes, the way he smiled when you laughed. You were learning to read the subtle tells…the flicker of exhaustion in his gaze, the way he'd sometimes rub a sore shoulder, the split second delay before he answered a question about his day.
And you realized he was learning to be seen. Really seen. Not as the symbol, not as the hero, but as Yuji. He fumbled with his chopsticks. He told a dumb joke and laughed so hard at it himself that soy sauce nearly came out of his nose. He looked at you with such unguarded adoration that it made your cheeks burn.
It was perfect.
Later, walking home through the quiet streets, he reached for your hand, lacing his fingers through yours. The simple gesture felt more intimate, more profound, than anything you had shared the night before.
"I forgot what this felt like," he said, his voice soft. "Just... walking. With you. Being a normal guy."
"You are a normal guy, Yuji," you said, squeezing his hand. "You just have an... abnormal extracurricular."
He chuckled, warm sound that vibrated through your joined hands. He stopped walking, turning to face you under the glow of a streetlamp. He lifted his free hand, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. His touch was so tender it made your heart ache.
"Last night," he began, his expression turning serious. "I was so scared I'd lose you before I ever even had a chance to have you."
"You didn't," you whispered.
"No," he agreed, his thumb stroking your cheekbone. "And I'm not going to." He leaned in, his eyes locking onto yours. "I'm going to spend the rest of my life making sure you know how much you mean to me."
And then he kissed you, right there in the middle of the empty sidewalk. It was slow and deep and full of promise, a kiss that said everything words couldn't.
your best friends don't seem to like horror movies, so instead they wanted to make their own!
bsf!megumi x reader x bsf!yuji
warnings: smut 18+, MDNI, cunnilingus, p in v, threesome
all characters aged up (obviously)
it had been a hard day saving the city from cursed spirits. yuji sat on the curb heaving while megumi stretched his shoulders. you never realized how attractive the both of them were until now. watching their muscles move up and down with each breath… each movement… you pushed the thought out of your head. they’re your best friends, no shame in admitting they’re attractive but you knew it was best not to let your mind wander. “i think we need a reward tonight,” yuji said slyly, winking at megumi. “movie night in my room? we can order take out!”
you knocked on the door softly before it swung open. “you’re here! ‘gumi she’s here!” yuji cheered with his big grin. you rolled your eyes and walked past him to plop down on his bed. megumi locked eyes with him and then moved them to you, smiling in a way you found unreadable. the confusion began to form on your face until yuji interrupted your thought, “human earthworm 5 just came out!” the boys began to go back and forth in their movie decisions before you snatched the remote and put on a horror movie. their complaining stopped as the movie began and you finally felt relaxed.
every jumpscare had you hiding behind either boy and cuddled with both. you were too focused on the movie however to see their exchanged glances towards each other. “aw, you scared baby?” yuji cooed as he leaned over to whisper in your ear. the nickname caused a reaction in you, one you were unfamiliar with but recognized. “maybe she just wants us to take care of her yuu~” megumi said softly, reaching his hand over to grip your thigh. you glanced back and forth between them, unsure of whether to move or say something. megumi grabbed your jaw at one of your glances, looking into your eyes full of fear. he was unsure if it was because of the movie or because of your confusion within the current situation, but he never minded fear. he crashed his lips into yours and your mouth opened in a gasp when yuji grabbed your ass. megumi took the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth, but just as fast as he entered he was pulled away. “don’t be greedy megs, she’s my girl too.” he said softly, pulling your whole body to straddle him before pulling you into another kiss. you felt his hardening length underneath you, pressing into your clit in a way that signaled to your body to start grinding. yuji huffed loudly, taking in the sweet taste of your mouth. both of the boys ripped off their shirts swiftly when you pulled away and while you were distracted with their almost heavenly bodies, yuji flipped you over onto the bed. megumi moved back over so now they were side by side, kneeling on the plush mattress in front of your folded legs. both of their grey sweatpants were showing the prominent outlines of their cocks. massive was the only word. yuji and megumi both bent down in a gentle manner, one brushing your hair behind your ear while the other caressed your face.
“we wanna make you feel good. you had such a rough day because of us princess,” Yuji spoke softly. “yeah, bet you’re exhausted. me and yuji have just the cure.” megumi chimed in. you looked back and forth between them, knowing what your body wanted but fearful of what this would mean. “we’ll take real good care of you. if you don’t like it, we’ll stop. just wanna take care of you sweets.” yuji whispered in your ear softly. you nodded at his words and pulled off your top, soon followed by your bottoms. the boys huffed softly at the sight of your practically naked body. megumi rushed for your lips while yuji’s trailed the rest of your body, leaving wet kisses right by your tits. he moved further down and down until he stopped at your panty-clad cunt. the amount of slick was soaking your cotton underwear, leaving a big wet spot. yuji’s breath ghosted over, causing you to gasp and megumi to look away towards yuji. “come look ‘gumi. she’s so fucking wet,” yuji groaned as he hooked a finger around and ripped off our panties. he ran a finger through your slit, earning a soft moan from you. megumi pushed yuji out of the way. “yet me eat her out,” he complained. “i’m better at it than you and besides i know how badly you’ve wanted to fuck her dumb on your cock.” yuji’s face turns red as he turns to shoot a grin at you. “you heard the man,” he said as he rose back to his knees to position himself at your entrance. megumi sat and watched behind him, sort of making sure how precise yuji was. “yuu~” you whined. “s’too big, i dunno if it’ll fit.” he laughed, genuinely laughed, at your words. he spat into his hand and stroked his cock, making eye contact with you the whole time. he positioned himself right by your desperate hole as he leaned down to press a peck to your lips, “been thinking about this pretty pussy too long for it not to fit. i’ll make it.” as he bottomed out, you let out a sharp moan. after a couple strokes he sighed, causing you to quirk your eyebrow at him. “promised i would share,” he says with a cheesy grin, almost making you forget he was literally inside of you. he swiftly turned you so your back was laying on his chest, his legs spreading yours further as you locked them around his. megumi approached slowly and a different feeling filled your stomach; anticipation.
yuji slowly began to pump in and out of you, quickly drawing your mind from anything else. In turn, megumi crawled onto the bed inching closer and closer to your aching clit. like a man starved, he dived in and immediately latched his lips to your clit earning a sharp moan from you. "fuck 'gumi, so good~" you mewled. the feeling of being eaten out and filled at the same time was something new, but now something you never wanted to be rid of. as megumi sucked on your clit harder and harder yuji reached both of his hands out, one to play with your tits and the other to… hold your hand? you were too fucked out to even process it. you whined as an odd sensation filled your body, “wait, m gonna pee.” megumi chuckled against your pussy at your words while yuji held your hand tighter. he swiftly planted his feet into the bed to pound harder into you. “it’s okay baby, take it all,” he groaned against your ear. the feeling inched closer and closer until you finally snapped and let out a harsh gush as yuji filled you up. as soon as the daze of your orgasm wore off you realized what happened and began to profusely apologize, causing yuji to press light pecks to your cheeks. “nothing to be embarrassed about, ya just squirted is all.” as you lay there expecting your night to be over, you heard a scoff-
“boobs,” megumi replies, and their voices overlap for that split-second it takes to register the other’s response. they make eye contact. they glance at you.
and that’s how you end up in your bedroom, yuji fucking you doggy-style while megumi makes out with your tits. you’re on your knees, hovering over megumi as he lays back against the pillows and suckles your nipples with slow, sloppy speed; behind you, yuji’s tempo is the polar opposite. he’s rutting into your cunt, sounding so needy, as his huge hands grab fistfuls of your ass.
“so tight, bunny,” he whines, his fat tip knocking into that gummy spot inside you. your hands grip the headboard hard enough to splinter wood, throat raw from crying out yuji’s name. as if in response, megumi’s teeth graze your nipple, and you gasp, knotting a hand in his hair.
“is it good, love?” megumi murmurs against your skin. “are we makin’ you feel good?”
you nod eagerly, fingers raking through unruly locks as big blue eyes stare up at you. “so good, ‘gumi—perfect.” you drag his face up to yours, and the kiss is messy: slick with megumi’s spit and pierced with your high, filthy sounds as yuji’s rhythm quickens.
“you’re both perfect,” he grunts, one hand leaving your ass to cradle megumi’s cheek, and ‘gumi shivers, breaking the kiss to nuzzle against yuji’s touch. dewy lashes flutter against his cheekbones as his eyes flicker open, dark and glassy, gazing into yours.
“look, y/n,” yuji whispers in your ear. “look at megumi, baby. look how much he loves you.”
megumi whimpers—the sound so soft and pretty it nearly breaks your heart—and he nods at yuji’s words. “love you, sweet girl,” he breathes, “wanna make you fall apart.” his hands find your breasts again, tweaking your nipples between quick, nimble fingers until you’re mewling, gasping for air.
at the same time, yuji leans back, both palms kneading your ass—spreading your cheeks apart so he can watch his cock slide in and out of your slick, twitching hole. one hand slaps softly against you, like he’s testing your reaction, and you groan in approval.
“harder,” you encourage, and he’s so swift to comply, palm smacking the meat of your ass with a satisfying sound.
he whines like an eager puppy, hips bucking faster against you, and you can practically hear the whoosh of his proverbial tail wagging with delight. “so good, y/n, so good for us both,” he’s rambling, gripping your hips and driving his cock into you, over and over, as your hands reach back to card through soft, pink hair.
“yeah, she is,” megumi mutters, before his mouth is on you again: tracing his tongue over your sensitive bud as his fingers play with the other one, “our perfect girl.”
your eyes roll back in your head. between megumi’s mouth and yuji’s thick girth inside you—between two sets of clingy hands grabbing all over your body, squeezing your flesh, leaving their marks on your skin—you’re practically ascending to heaven.
or whatever fucked-up version of heaven you three are gonna be sent to.
“well, boys,” you pant, a crazy, cockdrunk smile flickering on your face, “guess i’m glad i asked the question.”
thanks for reading! dividers are by @suupersonic <3
want more like this ?
taglist is open ! dm me / send an ask <3
cw: modulo!yuji • angst • sex • crying? • age gap 25/80’s • making out • not proof read
݁.₊ yuji has always been distant, keeping you at arms length no matter what. but when he leaves for what seems like for real this time, you both somehow find your way back to eachother and he decides to prove just how much he really missed you…. by making you cum over and over until you can’t see straight. ݁.₊
———————————————————————————
this time felt so different, like he has just disappeared. no calls, no texts, no letters, and especially no goodbye. you have cried endless tears, you have searched for answers, you have yelled up and down the empty streets. nothing. not a single sign.
that was a year ago. you’re just finally starting to feel like you can move on, even though your heart aches every time you step into the home you once shared. it was like living in a yuji timeline. photos of him, so young and naive, surrounded by everyone he lost.
his school uniform, blood stained and ripped, though still intact. letters from kugisaki, stacked on the desk, all unopened. you breathe in deeply still somehow smelling his warm scent. shaking your head in an attempt to rid the thoughts of him you grab your keys, heading for the bar.
the bar was cold yet somehow lively. the warm lighting and soft music playing made your heart sink to your stomach even more. how can you enjoy anything anymore? you slump into a stool after asking the bartender for a straight vodka. swirling the straw in your empty cup you stare ahead, noticing a man sitting alone across the bar from you. his head is angled down, his hood of his jacket pulled so far across his head you can’t make out a face.
your brain goes to a place you can’t bring yourself to even think outloud. yuji? no. no. no. it can’t be him. you won’t allow yourself to go there again. it’s been over a year, when will you get it through your brain he’s never coming back? still though, your two (more like four) vodkas in, and you find your drunk self stumbling to the booth the man is sitting in. he looks up, moving his hood down to see who is bothering him, and you fall straight to the ground.
you blink slowly, sitting up. you’re on a plush bed. not your bed. you fumble around the mattress and then you see him. sitting across from you with his head in his hands, shaking slightly. “I know you want answers.” he starts, voice low and slightly shaky. you don’t say anything. you can’t say anything, what more could you possibly say? you have begged you have pleaded you have searched for him. and none of it matters, he didn’t come back, he didn’t tell you why, he just left.
he looks up at you, his eyes dark and glossy as if he’d been crying. “I know you hate me. I know you hate what I did.” your chest tightens, you feel like you can’t breathe. “I don’t even know what to say to you.” you speak in a tone so soft you barely can make out what you just said. your eyes are glued to the floor, you can’t face him. “I had to do it. For you.” he tries to keep his composure. “You can be all I’ve got, but what’s the difference? You can’t be with someone like me. I’ve done too much, I make too many bad decisions.”
you stay looking down holding your breath with every word. “I just..I just can’t be with you. Your innocent face looking at me like I give you the world. Like I’m the best thing..when I’m not.” his voice goes soft at the last sentence. After what feels like forever, you break the silence. “Yuji.” You breathe. “You are the best thing to ever happen to me. You protect me, you keep me safe. You love me when nobody has before. Why did you leave? Why? Why did you do this?” once you started, you couldn’t stop. you began to sob softly, thinking of how badly he hurt you. how empty you have felt since he disappeared. “You know I don’t care about anything that happened in your past. You did nothing wrong, you were surviving and protecting everyone you loved. I never have judged you for that or held it against you.”
he doesn’t break his gaze on you, his heart breaking with every word you say. why did he push the one person he has left that matters most to him away like this? your head has fallen into your hands, tears sliding down the sides of your palms. he gets up, walking over to you, and moves your hands from your face. you look up at him, your eyes wet, and he nearly sobs right there. your beautiful, innocent face. your lips glossy and plump from crying, your pupils big like the moon, looking back at him like he isn’t the horrible person he believes that he is. you truly see him. he doesn’t want to ruin this, he doesn’t want to ruin you.
he lowers himself to the floor resting his head in your lap. you’re shocked, but stay still, running your fingers through his pink strands of hair, just like you used to. you both stay there for a few minutes, completely silent. you heart aches for him, you just want to wrap your arms around him and pretend none of what happened, happened and fall right back into how it used to be. he looks up at you, leaning his head close, his lips brushing your lips. “I need you.” he breathes. “I’ve always needed you.” your stomach flips, your eyes widening. “I’m all yours.”
he kisses you deeply, his warm lips meshing with yours, and you never want it to end. you have longed for this, for him, for far too long. the kiss is wet, your tounges swirling around each other. he moves his hand to yours grabbing so tightly like he never wants to let go. he moves down to your neck, sucking it purple and you moan slightly, breaking the silence. “I missed that sweet voice baby.” he breathes into your neck, moving his hand to your tits rubbing his calloused fingers around your clothed nipple.
he moves the straps of your top, lifting it over your head. he breaks contact, drinking the sight of your figure in. “I fucking missed you so much.” you can see his cock hardened through his pants, your mouth almost watering at the sight. “I missed you so much Yuji it hurts.” you mean your heart and your pussy. his eyes darken as he removes his pants, revealing his hard cock. “Come show me how much you missed me, baby.” you leap at his words, your warm mouth wrapping around his cock.
you suck slowly at first, savoring his taste. spit drips down his sides as you bob your head up and down, lapping up his tip. his head is fallen back on the headboard, his body twitching with every move you make. “Fuuuuck… just like that my baby.. ke-keep going.” his words just make you want your reward even more: his sweet cum filling up your mouth. his length stretches your jaw and he thrusts his hips upwards fucking your mouth. when he’s had enough of that he flips you onto your stomach, ripping your skirt off like he’s an animal. “I need to taste that sweet pussy.”
he lowers his head into your core, his tongue licking up and down your sides. you arch your back, moaning loudly. he slurps up your leaking juice and swirls his tongue around your gummy walls. “Oh Yuji..just like that..” he always ate you out until you came, but suddenly you feel yourself flip onto your back, his tip poking your entrance.
you both make eye contact, his eyes looking into your soul. his cock slowly goes in, your head falling back with moans, but you feel his hand lift your chin so you are staring back at him. “Look at me baby, I wanna watch that pretty face while I make you cum.” you nod slowly watching his cock enter you. he starts slow, kissing up your body until he reaches your tits.
he kisses your puffed up nipples, sucking them until they become red all while continuing to thrust inside of you. you’re starting to become a wet, moaning mess, your back so far arched that his cock almost slips out. he hits hard into you, pounding his tip to your cervix. “Fuck!” he throws his head back. if he looks at you with your perfect tits bouncing with every thrust he makes, your supple mouth open sweetly moaning his name just the way he likes, he’s surely going to come.
and he can’t. not yet, not until he proves how much he really missed you. and makes you come 5 times in between that. he turns you back over, grabbing your plump ass, squeezing it so hard you know it’s going to bruise. your pussy is greedily swallowing every single one of his inches and he cannot get enough.
“Fuck..fuck..” you both are so close you can barely bare it. somewhere during that you’ve found yourself ontop of him, reverse cowgirl style, grinding your hips back and forth so your clit is rubbing just perfectly against his skin. “Yujiiii.. holy shit…” you scream, feeling your wall clench tighter around his cock. “Jussst like that babygirl, keep on going..” he whispers, his hand at your hips, watching your ass bounce up and down as you slam yourself onto him.
“I’m gonna cum!” you squeal, digging your nails into his sides. your pussy tightens around him while he continues pounding into you. your warm slick spills out, covering his cock and stomach, before pooling on the sheets. you’re a mess, but he’s not done.
the sight of you arched in front of him, ass in perfect rhythm with his strokes, and hair covering your face as your lips are in that mesmerizing “O” shape, he can feel himself loosing control. “Baby.. fu-fuck..” he groans. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming-“ with his words ribbons of clear-white warm fluid pulses into your core, as his cock twitches inside of you.
“Good job baby..” you feel how deep the cum hits inside of you, mixing with your own. he’s grabbing ahold of you now, moving you to lay skin to skin ontop of him, his cock still inside of you. you both lay there for a moment catching your breath. “I love you so much. And if it takes doing what we just did every night to prove how much I do then that’s what I’ll do.” he tucks your hair behind your ear and gives you a kiss. “I need you to know how badly I never want to lose you again.”
✦︎------- MODULO! YUJI x F! reader. He'd be gentler if you'd just listen to him for once...
TW Usual NSFW. Contains profanity. My fics are self-indulgent. Drinking. Angst!!!
♫ Mad At Me - Sexxy Red
-----------------
"I told you to stay home tonight," he growls against your ear. "I told you it wasn't safe. But you didn't listen, did you, doll?"
You whimper, "I—I was just—"
"Just what?" He pulls out, spins you around. His hand grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes. His are dark, furious, and there's something possessive in them that makes your breath catch. "Just ignoring me? Just doing whatever the fuck you want?"
You try to look away, but his grip tightens. "Look at me when I'm talking to you."
"You don't know anything," he says, his voice low and sharp. "You think you do, but you don't. You don't know how dangerous the world outside is. You don't know anything about the jujutsu world. You don't know anything about me."
You open your mouth to respond, to argue, but he cuts you off.
"Shut up." His voice is cold, commanding. "Just shut up for once."
He steps closer, his hand coming up to grip your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "You act like you know everything, angel. But you don't. You're just a kid. A pretty little kid who thinks she knows the world."
Your breath catches. "I'm not a kid."
"You are. Still a baby." His thumb traces your lower lip. "My pretty little doll. And you don't get to act like you know things you don't."
His thumb presses against your lower lip, and you open your mouth instinctively.
"Such a pretty thing," he says, his voice soft and dangerous. "So young. So perfect. And so fucking stupid."
He spits into your mouth. Warm and wet, the taste of him flooding your senses. Your eyes widen, a sound of protest catching in your throat.
"Swallow," he commands.
You hesitate, and his eyes darken. "I said swallow."
You do. You swallow, your throat working, and he watches you with cold satisfaction.
"Good girl." His hand slides down, gripping your throat, not squeezing, just resting there. "Now maybe you'll start listening to me."
He pushes you backward, and you stumble, falling onto the bed. He follows, his body covering yours, his weight pressing you into the mattress. His hands are on your hips, gripping you hard, and his mouth is on your neck, hot and demanding.
"Yuji—"
"Shut up." His voice is muffled against your skin. "I don't want to hear your voice right now. I just want to feel you."
His hips press into yours, grinding against you, and you gasp, your hands gripping his shoulders. He's so angry, so possessive, and it's making you so wet.
"You need to learn," he murmurs against your ear. "You need to learn to listen. To trust me. To stop acting like you know everything."
He easily rips your flimsy dress off along with everything and pushes into you, hard and fast, and you cry out, your back arching. He's so deep, so thick, and every thrust is a punishment and a promise.
"You're mine," he says, his voice low and rough.
You're a mess beneath him, your body trembling, your voice broken. "Yuji—please—"
"Please what?" He slams into you, and you sob. "Please stop? Please keep going? Use your words, angel."
You can't form words. All you can do is moan, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Nnh… Yuji… mmph…"
"That's what I thought." His hand comes down on your ass, a sharp slap that makes you cry out. "So pretty when you're speechless. So pretty when you're just a pretty little thing for me."
His pace quickens, his hips driving into yours with a force that pushes you higher, closer to the edge. You can feel it building, that pressure, that heat.
"You're going to come for me," he says, his voice a low command. "And then you're going to be good. You're going to listen. You're going to trust me."
You nod frantically, your voice broken. "Yes—yes—I'll be good mmh—I promise—"
"Good girl." His thumb finds your clit, and you shatter, your body convulsing around him. He follows moments later, his hips stuttering, a deep groan rumbling from his chest.
He collapses against you, his forehead pressed to yours, his breath hot against your lips. His hand is still cupping your face, his thumb stroking your cheek.
"You're so pretty," he murmurs. "So perfect. But you're just a kid, angel. And you need to learn to trust me."
You nod, your eyes fluttering closed. "I trust you."
He presses a kiss to your forehead. "Good. Because I'm never going to let anything happen to you. Understand?"
-----
I just started using em dashes instead of normal ones they look better DONT COME FOR ME (ノへ￣、)
This is so short n butt sowwy yall school start tmr...END ME. Anyways I need peepaw so bad....mngh...GIVE IT TO ME. I wanna make a longer yuji fic...............anyways not proofread
Iam actually so invested on why you chose those specific scents for each fragrance.
Are they based on specific or pivotal moment between yuuji and reader??? Do these notes in each fragrance have a meaning or symbolism?? can you tell us or describe what happens in those specfic moments 🎤🎤🎤
Need to know what going on in that juicy brain of yours MWAH 😘
Omg why am I just now seeing this … SORRY ANON !
As for your question, I gotchuuuuu🤤
Yuji is, canonically, incredible with reading people. I also feel that too many people disregard the side of body language that includes scent. So, with this wonderful site Fragrantica, yes—I chose specific moments to depict the emotion or connection between us and him. And, obviously, stuck with more realistic scents rather than something over the top like sugar, spice, and everything nice. Because who tf smells angelic 24/7?? Let alone during sex? Me
Speaking of that scene, I see you’re more interested in a bit of a dive into it!! So let me pain you a pretty picture …👀
“…Nice having company. I know it isn’t ideal, but..” Yuji awkwardly laughed, gently caressing the hair on his neck, having pushed his bangs back and out of his face. You recognize the movement, solemnly, but hide that emotion under a mask of bittersweet reunion.
“For an apartment, you’ve cleaned up nicely…” you point out, trying to casually speak without tripping over yourself. You’re still shocked, after all. Itadori Yuji is inviting you into a sacred space of his hideout, an older-ish motel lathered in Japanese tradition and what seems to be an ancient structure of a tv. Looks like the kind you hollow out and entertain children with hand-puppets with.
A movie is slipped from its tapes’ holder, and slipped into the canal of the VHS claim. With a bit of tweaking, he managed to boot up the older film - one from when you both were teenagers. You settle onto the couch, ignoring the rather taut air corrupting the atmosphere, and it circuits around with the run-down fan like thick smoke. Only, it’s invisible, yet unbearably melancholic. This kind of setup belongs in a horror movie—phycological—with how hauntingly beautiful and young he looks bathed in a honeyed light. He seems almost as delicate as the first day you showed up to jujutsu high, and until nightfall, had practiced sparring with him. Things were easier back then, yet even as kids, you were forced into a cruel and unforgiving world. Now, you’re like two tall children, curled on a couch with some old movie playing. As if staying up were taboo in the household he’s made of this motel.
The movie stretches on, and before you knew it, you were laughing at scenes. The air lightened up; he finally felt human, of course, beside you. Something eerie about the motel settled in as common discomfort, so you brush off that feeling, settling closer to Yuji.
Soon enough, the film was tuned out, and he couldn’t help but strike up some nostalgia through a simple:
It didn’t take much for him to be on you, begging softly that you let him in, let him have your time, let him want you. And you hate to admit it, but he’s tantalizing when he wants to be, so you entertain him. You shouldn’t have. With the movie being completely ignored for the sake of conversation, he pours a glass of whiskey, something he doesn’t exactly like - but he can handle his alcohol when he indulges.
"It's been a while since I've seen this film— thank you for staying.” In which you smile, listening to his mini-monologue about youth and how much he missed this. He called it ‘easy’ being with you, but you knew he only said those things now that he had somebody to say it to. It wasn’t you that he missed, it was the loneliness nipping at his nose the way snow did only minutes outside in winter. It was bitter cold, this loneliness. He knew that. But he couldn’t exactly remind you of his wanton past, how he pined for you. It was silly, yes, but rang true. He’d loved you all those years ago, and you, likewise. He loves you even now - despite you being so…
Different.
Time stretches endlessly with the pit in your stomach, and something terrifyingly close to mourning racks through his body. In a cold sweat, he feels as if he was beside an impostor. You have changed with age, physically and mentally. You’re human, after all. You can grow and change and have the privilege of living and dying.
So beautifully, you’ve changed, of course. Yet, something close to emptiness rests deep within his bones, and he suddenly aches to keep you close. Keep somebody—anybody—by his side. Something to aid this loss. Somebody to mend his worn soul.
You suddenly feel that this was a mistake, because now he’s getting sentimental, murmuring sweet-ish words of wisdom and longing. You know what this is. It’s a dog nudging a human’s knuckle, beckoning them into pets and love and care. He’s desperate, not relieved to have you. You’re not his, you know.
“Yu—… Itadori, I should probably go-” you insist, and panic sets in more firmly than its once simmering form.
Something akin to grief, something heavy and suffocating, engulfs your heart. His expression had dropped to something devastated. Not knowing that you’ve changed enough to read him in return to his own perceptiveness.
“Why’r you calling me that now..?” He murmured, face scrunching - horrified. Were you just gonna leave? Even if there was so much left to be said?
"Hnngh, please-don't go just yet. Stay with me... let me help you.” He demanded softly; weakly, he grips your wrist, despite being the strongest. Oh, Yuji… you’re taking after your sensei in ways you shouldn’t. Didn’t you hear your grandfather’s wishes? Who’s gonna be by your side until your ends are met?
He’d only continue to relive all the pain and misery if you stepped out now, so, you sit your ass down and softly nod for him to play the movie. It only has about 45 minutes left, being a lengthy movie indeed, but at least it’s spent with Yuji.
So, here you are, air conditioning sending you into a cold sweat. Was this all for nothing? Coming here, accepting his request to stay? It was more like begging, but you’ll count your blessings another day. Yuji seems relieved but on edge, no longer taking your presence for granted, and instead growing a bit… suffocating.
He’s much closer than before, hand still loosely wrapping your wrist, eyes absolutely evading the screen. No, he’s looking at you. Expectantly. Waiting.
You don’t know what to say - to think. So, you keep your eyes up and forward, staring at that screen with determination. Then, his hand gently, calmly squeezes on your skin. Gets your adrenaline running. You slip up, eyes darting to his and back to that box television, and the tape skips weakly. Your heart dropped. Something different had bloomed in the flicker of his eyes, most likely reflecting off the tv’s attempt to buffer. He looked hungry. Not in a horrific way, nor sexual really, but connection. He couldn’t sit here looking at a screen, not when he had a new you to learn every inch of. To re-map the parts of you his once immature—if he ever was aside from physical—self never could. You both are fully grown and able, now, so what’s the rush? You’re just wondering what you’ve gotten yourself into…
The whiskey is more prominent when his tongue is in your mouth, and you aren’t sure what happened, but he’s in a rather lax position - cupping your jaw tightly enough for control but still comfortable, treating you to kisses you never thought could feel so pleasant. It’s warm and wet and always open, making the once boyish laughter that falls from his lips now deep, needy groans and hums of pleasure. He likes how your unique taste pairs with his saliva, and the alcohol is only making him stronger prone to regretting this the next morning; once he’s started, he just can’t stop. And, unfortunately, you’ve fallen into his sickeningly sweet trap - letting him lav his tongue against yours and feel your wonderful, beautifully mature body. You’ve changed, yet somehow, feel so familiar. He couldn’t get enough of that feeling - familiarity. It makes him feel at home… right where you melt into his palms. This is home.
You were almost—almost—shocked by how eager yet never rushed he was, soaking up every part of you. There were so many things he wanted to do to you, and now that he finally had you? His kind was racing. It’s still a bit sad how he’s only doing this to make up for how badly he’s missed this; he feels selfish for using you as an outlet to something deep and meaningful. However, lie a mantra in his mind, something chants for him to never stop. Never slow down, only unless observing how you react to certain outercourse he put you through. His way of foreplay was greedy - sickeningly so, with those thick and long fingers. Usually so rough from curse work, now reduced to your prep. And he loves it. Even as he performs his most favored oral, he’s more focused on how you grip and yank and squeal. To him, he’s found that pain and pleasure are one of the same. He prefers your rawness, really. He’s found that adrenaline is struck with excitement just as it could be from nervousness, which blooms something elegant like anxiousness. He’s found addiction in that spike, and how those emotions weave into the most adoring narcotic. An orgasm gives him just as much dopamine as crying, so why pretend he needs to hold any blurs from human emotion? The real joy came to him when he got to fuck you.
Although he doesn’t want to use that term, it wasn’t exactly anything before that that truly sparked emotions deeper than pain or pleasure, so he expected this to be a one-time joy. He was wrong.
You felt euphoric around him. He didn’t want to hide anything from you anymore, so he kept you at equal terms, folding you up! Up! Up! Until your legs met the sheets of that motel bed. He didn’t have much inside the domain of the room, not many belongings at all aside from necessities as a sorcerer - but even so, that didn’t stop him from being absolutely feral. As if he had nothing to lose. He thought he didn’t need intimacy, that sex with strangers could satiate his libido as a grown man. He has his needs, after all. But there’s something all the more thrilling about abusing the hole of somebody he once knew, who is now so different - almost like a whole other stranger… almost. Without that baggage, it would’ve felt that way. But the way you suck him in, moan his name so broken? Nobody he’s been with knew his name. But here you are, sing-songing ‘Yuuu!’ And ‘Ah- Y-Yuji, puhh-please!’ Like a weeping angel? How could he not be hypnotized?
His hips canter at a fun pace, keeping you peaking without a real orgasm, and going just hard enough to lift your ass of the bed with every slam. He wasn’t being easy on you, and he could tell by how tight you were getting that it’s been a while since you’ve been taken care of. He felt that same grip on his tongue earlier, but to feel it around his thick, throbbing length? It changed the layout of his brain. The chemicals made up of his need to keep fucking you spiked twofold when praised and scratched him, right down his shoulder blades, because he knew he was giving it to you good.
That ‘fun pace’ eventually vanished into something almost cruel, no breaks nor words shared aside from the animalistic grunts and pants he elicits. It had you reeling, never having been taken in such a devious way. It was almost cruel imagining what the others attending the motel were hearing. To be fair, Yuji was tearing your shit uppppp. Like, lewd with how he positioned you just enough at a tilt to slam his cock as deep as it could go, making sure to hit the limit and relish in your sobs. Your sticky hole had a ring of froth, as did Yuji’s base, something filthy but somehow harmlessly amusing. He really was that hungry. No, it wasn’t the whiskey talking - it was him.
Raw, starved him. Yuji Itadori. The strongest, yes, but also the weakest when it came to pleasing you. He folded under no pressure with his kink a bit too visible, begging in a more corrupting manner,
"F-fuck... say it again. I need to feel you— nice n' deep, angel.” As if he wasn’t trying to breed you on the spot. His expression was so blissed and full of wanton, eyes in a haze as he kept focus of your every reaction. Every now and then, if he had the memory, a sharp ‘slap!’ Would leave your ass cheek stinging red and irritated with his handprint.
The night stretched on endlessly and you hated how fast of a learner he still was; that he was still the same old Yuji, even as he turned your hole into a punching bag for his angrily thick cock. His physical strength was so inhuman, too, refusing to give up this faint-worthy stamina. Even as the sun began to bleed white into the room, he was working a lot slower, but you knew not to take it as a sign he was tuckered out. No, he was savoring you. Every crevice he filled, the soft, breathy laughter against your bruised and slick neck, how his hands tightened just a bit when you went limp again. He was obsessive of you, mentally photographing all of your heat angles, aware of his behavior without fully acknowledging just what that meant for you both.
“So cute, baby… this pussy’s so sleepy. You gonna tap out soon? Yh’know I’ll clean you up..” he slurred, nuzzling you lovingly and grinding in a more agonizing way.
The experience ended when you orgasmed into unconsciousness, so he performed sweet, loving aftercare, but couldn’t sleep as peacefully as you just yet. He, instead, lie beside you—watching, only ever watching—observing your every shift, absorbing the every rise and fall of your shallow breath from the chest he rightfully marked, even how your body still quivered and wept his seed. He loved what he saw - not because he claimed somebody, but because he claimed you. Oh how beautiful you looked, curled beside him. His more precious, gentle teenage mind couldn’t handle the true intimacy of this afterglow, but now? In his proper growth, aged like wine and treating you right even now, he couldn’t help but feel those old feelings stir. The once frivolous and passionate, if not downright aggressive night, had melded into the woes of feelings once buried. He missed you - he sees that, now. In the flutter your lashes bring to your flushed cheeks, how your lips part in contentment for recharging. He feels admiration - he feels love. And it’s too deep to tear out by the root, because it is in the roots of you. And that, he cannot dispose of completely. He’s too addicted.
The next morning, something akin to regret washes over him. Not because he had you over or anything, no- he loved that. Could never regret a heaven such as you. It’s the fact he made more of something he shouldn’t have, and framed his deepest longing for connection around you. He couldn’t do that to you… he couldn’t be selfish. Not now - not after what he put you though.
When your eyes crack open, he’s sat at the edge of the bed, back on full display. It’s jagged and sore by your mark and you feel a bit of languid joy wrap around your muggy brain, the fog keeping you in something blissed and pleasant. Your hand slips across the sheets, lazy, and stroked his lower back where his spine peeks from the skin a bit; he’s hunched in what you assume were festering thoughts.
“Mmnh…” you hum, attempting a ‘g’morning’ and failing in the process of a yawn. He copes softly, sullenly, and the melancholy sets in. Ah, you forget. Things weren’t supposed to end happily ever after.
"That was. just-I haven't had that in a while. I don't think I deserve to stay.” He murmured, turning a bit to glance over his shoulder. Those soft, precious amber eyes came across alas vermillion in his dominance last night. That he clearly shedded now, replaced by a vulnerability he clearly wasn’t ready to peel away at.
“Yuji…” you purr, still tired, sitting up and slumping against his back. His skin isn’t warm like the sheets - it’s colder than your temperature and clammy, telling you he’d been slumped in that thinking position a while now. Your heart sinks, so you kiss the junction between shoulder and neck, wanting to ease his taut expression. It works, partially, and your arm is weakened by sleep where it curls around him and to his front, caressing his soft yet hard chest. The nudity of you both brings vulnerability to a complete high, and he sighs comfortably, knowing he’d already lost the fight the moment he got you under his palm. His face turns to you, initiating a slow, wet kiss, grasping at your jaw for a bit more control. Only, it isn’t dominant, just… guiding. Like he needed it a certain way and to taste you in your rawest. You oblige with a shaky laugh, failing with words and succeeding twofold through actions. It’s soft and languid and gingery enough to turn into something more, but he doesn’t go further, knowing you were too exhausted for anyhting more. His commitment to devoting himself to your happiness made you, too, realize that there was more to this than sex.
Yuji finally pulls back, admiring your beautiful eyes, stroking your cheek. Your hair is mussed and adorable to him, and he can’t help but admire your lips, as well you are art to him… and he’s added his own touch to your canvas, thick and calloused thumb slipping down to your neck to stroke a mark.
“You’re so perfect.. forgive me for being so straightforward. I thought…. I thought I could push it down. I really tried, baby, I did.”
He sighed, sinking against you until his voice was muffled into your chest.
“But… sweetheart, I could never shake you. Even now, years later, you’re all I see when my eyes close. And, fuck… I see the color of your eyes in everything.” He confessed, only so sweet because he had no filter. You know he didn’t have one. Thats what made it worse… he was saying all this so genuinely; earnestly. His arms circle your smaller frame, because of course he’s bigger no matter what, the gauze rubbing its different texture against your bare lower back nicely. His chin presses your sternum, looking up at you with those sweet, beautiful puppy eyes, and he’d say—as if confessing a beautiful sin,
"I don't want to be alone anymore. I missed everything about this—I missed you.” And you just gently scratch his scalp, cooing softly at him. He’s always been yours, but to hear it? Nothing’s felt more relieving.
“You aren’t alone anymore, Yuu’… I won’t leave.”
His arms tighten, eyes watering. He almost believes you, really, if not for mortality. Nonetheless, hell allow himself this small win, sighing contently against your chest. He’s truly at home, here. Right here—with you.
Hope this works!! I spent a loootttttt of time on this, so I’m really asking that I get a boost for all this effort - though I do love getting anons anyway!! Thanks so much!
silver tooth yuuji stared with beach boy yuuji for me … my beloved. he teaches little kids how to surf most days and i think he was catching waves before a class to warm up. yanno tiny red trunks, gold skin , sea breeze in his soaked hair and you’d be on the beach sunbathing before your shift at the bait shop.
he’d catch a glimpse of you through a reef break, balance steady until he sees you roll over onto your stomach so your tan stays even. you’re wearing his favourite red bikini, yanno the one he likes to pull aside when he’s knuckle deep inside your cunt.
the memory and sight of you throws his momentum off ever so slightly. it’s enough for him to topple off the board and crack his tooth on some of the nearby corals — and you notice, of course you notice. the whole beach does because he’d screamed embarrassingly loud and his board popped up without him in the aquamarine sea.
yuuji is bloody when he makes it back to land, pouty because his lip is a little split and his gum is busted but he likes how you fuss at him. stomping your feet in the sand and scolding him for not watching the waves better was you wag his face back and forth by the chin to inspect him for injuries. you’re so sexy when you’re mad at him and besides, he gets a view right down your bikini bra whilst you throw your ‘safety first’ tantrum.
you also scream when you notice the gap in his teeth. he loves that, how squeamish you get despite working in the bait shop.
about a week later, he shows up during your shift — board under his arm, skin bronzed and shades holding back his cherry-blossom hair. “notice anythin’ different?” he grins, crooked and slanted, the scar on his lip all nicely healed. yuuji vies for your attention, elbows on the counter by the cash machine as you wipe it down.
“you look like the same old idiot to me.”
“hey, play nice,” he huffs. “come on, look at me baby? please. just a sec?”
so you sigh and you do because he’s gripping your wrists all sandy and soft and practically whining at you like a kicked puppy. “is that new?” you gasp, not because you’re surprised but because there’s a rush of heat running south and a new foggy haze drifting over your brain at the sight of his new silver tooth.
it catches in the hands of sunlight as itadori grins — using a pinkie to draw back enough of his upper lip to show you his canine. “you like it right? doesn’t hurt and i think it’s sexy.”
“so sexy,” you murmur and lean into him over the counter to get a better look — lashes hooded and weighed down by mirth. the pad of your thumb finds his bottom lip, balmy with vaseline and sweat, before you grasp his chin again — tilting his handsome face every which way just to see his silver tooth once more. “my break is in fifteen minutes, yuuji.”
“okay?”
“okay, so go wait back there in the break room? pants down. i’m gonna fuck you.”
something in him lights up, he doesn’t step back but you feel yuuji’s body physically thrum with excitement. “you don’t gotta tell me twice,” he chirps, not before leaning into you for a chaste kiss. he lets you deepen it, feeding off your hunger and moans at the roll of your tongue over his new tooth. “i am so fucking hard right now.” the surfer laughs.
“get outta my sight, dummy,” you smile, letting go of his lips with a wet pop. as he turns to leave, smug, you reach over the counter to swat playfully itadori’s bum — giggly at his sexy toothy smirk. “see you in a few!”
Ass eater yuuji just made me think of the fact that he’d be that kind of guy in college that’s known as ‘that guy who loves eating ass’ and it’s lowkey a little weird, but yuuji’s rlly hot and kind and charismatic and beefy so you do end up experiencing the rumors are true
🍥 ENTRY #16 LET HIM EAT CAKE ✩ jock bf yuuji .ᐟ
🏁 pit stop ! 𖦹 through rumours and campus chatter, one might find that jujutsu tech’s favourite jock is a renowned ass eater. his girlfriend, as shy as she might be, is desperate to test this theory out for herself. | magnetic - jock bf yuuji masterlist.
🏁 safety car ! ⋆ not safe for work ⋆ smut ⋆ eighteen plus only. characters are adults. jock bf!yuuji itadori and weird & fem!reader. jock bf series, college au, no curses, established relationship, mentions of alcohol, fingering, squirting, oral sex (f!receiving), anal sex (f!receiving), dry humping. me when i turn everything into jock yuuji.
this is soooo jock bf yuuji coded im insanely unwell but over this …
he’s like most people’s first experiences with eating ass and he’s never the type to keep pushing for it or start consensually he’ll just be tongue deep in pussy, sucking the sensitive bundle of your clit into his mouth and shaking his head from side to side maybe even spitting on it before he looks up — pink hair matted to his face, maybe his sweat tinged with a cherry blossom hue and his golden skin glowing. “can i…fuck… can i eat your ass? please?”
i don’t think anyone would say no to him because it’s yuuji itadori. he comes with hazy puppy dog eyes that glow amber in the sunlight and turn chocolaty warm when he’s horny. he’s got plush pink lips, soft on your sex that shine with obscene amounts of slick and spit. not to mention, he’s so sweet and so kind — he holds open doors and helps freshman students across campus and he’s such a good fuck, why would you say no to his tongue dipping a little lower?
word gets around at how good he is at doing it, how he’ll spit on pussies and cocks and let it slide between the ass cheeks of his partners before he sucks it up, leaving sloppy kisses against their holes and he’s good at it. not ashamed to admit it when someone calls him an ass eater over a game of drunken beer pong.
so then you’re a few months into dating yuuji, he’s taken your virginity and indulged the kinks you thought you might have had before then… it never comes up. not to you at least — you catch whispers of those before you, sticking to the walls at parties it’s hard to miss what they say about the all star jock and your boyfriend … it makes your stomach turn. not because of jealousy, but because you want to know what it’s like.
yuuji would rather indulge your desires over his. spend hours between your legs running languid and lewd circles over your swollen clit — he makes out with your pussy as though he’s running out of time. trying to do everything he can before he’s caught in the act or your body gives way. from sucking slick from your folds, to drooling on your pussy lips, and fucking your quivering hole with his tongue like it’s his dick. he hardly wastes a second.
it’s not until he feels you push his head lower, stuttering broken letters that crumble like chalk into moans, that yuuji realises how much you want something else.
“you gotta use your words if you need somethin’, baby,” yuuji coos, words all wet as they fall from his gleaming, swollen lips. he blows cool air over your feverish mound, watching you clench around nothing. watching arousal run in pearlescent beads from your sex down between your cheeks. “what’s the matter, mama? talk to me.”
“want you to — oh!” you squeak at the cruel sensation of itadori’s teeth graze your beating clit.
he whispers hot into your pussy, folding your knees into your shoulders with one hand. “want me to what? speak up, pretty.”
“eat me lower…” you cry, feeling his smile spread into your sluice sloppy cunt. “e-eat my ass.”
“yeah? you’d let me?” a grin is painted onto yuuji’s lips, wicked but not cruel. just carefully crafted excitement that buzzes in the charged air like particles of kinetic energy fired up. you feel it trickle into your sex as the jock inhales you like you’re oxygen. spitting onto your mound and smearing it into your clit. “fuck, you’ve no idea how long i’ve been wanting to. needing to. kinda my thing and i love this pretty ass, baby. i really do. you’re heaven sent, made for me. my good girl wants me right here, yeah?” the drawl to his voice mimics a whine, needy and hungry like his own greed has pulled him open with nimble fingers that toy with his cracks.
his own creep lower, take the globes of your ass and knead them raw in an attempt to ground himself. pink hair sinks lower too, wisps of cherry blossom tickling the soiled backs of your thighs as though they are trying imitate the kiss of a spring breeze against the back of your neck. yuuji leaves a trail of open mouthed, treacly kisses from your cunt to your asshole, moaning desperately at your flavour as it rolls across the palette of his tongue.
“s-sensitive, yuu!” you squeak at the new pressure, clenching in two places around nothing — pushing out a fresh wave of violently hot slick.
he makes somewhat of a chuffing sound between sucking on your rim and coming up for air. he could die, drown himself in your flavour and never surface again simply because you feed him so well. douse the fires of his appetite with what your body has to offer. the hybrid noise comes out as wrecked in his throat. “i know, baby, i know. ‘m sorry, i know. just hold on a sec… trust me. s’gonna feel so good.”
to soothe you, make it easier for you to take him — yuuji tacks two fingers on your little pleasure bud that swells prominently between your puffy folds and attentively knocks it back and forth. the motion contrasts with the insistent, wet slurp of his tongue whilst he circles the rim of your ass — sucking your pussy juices into his mouth and spitting them back onto the second tight hole. frothy from his added spit.
“m so lucky, my good girl gets off on having ass played with. doesn’t she?” thick fingers replace his tongue at the puckered entrance, just one for now. he’d never want you to feel hurt by him. your back arches where you stretch over him, gripping every segment of his finger as it passes deeper into your warm walls. “fuck, you’re so right. look at you squirm, mama. you take it so well.”
meeting his brown eyes, calid and mirthy. yuuji latches back onto your pussy — entire mouth engulfing the length of your slit, pink muscle squirming against spoken walls to thrust, much like he would with his cock, and you ripple around him desperately every time. “taste so good, fuckin’ dripping for me.” he says, heady and hungry, chin wet and lips raw? moaning against you impatiently because all he wants is for you to cum.
when yuuji switches, tongue back in your ass and fingers rubbing your clit in misshapen circles — you squeal so high that the sound shoots down his spine and his eyes roll back into his skull, cock rubbing itself sore against the bed.
“can feel you… s’like you’re all the way in my throat. s-so deep, baby.” your voice is a tremor, barely holding itself together whilst your sanity comes apart. it’s true, his fingers scissor your clenched hole as if to make room for something thicker, girthier later on.
“hmm, you like that? me in your tight, warm little holes,” he’s got filth locked and loaded behind his teeth that graze your clit here and there — ecstasy striking you like a lightning bolt. yuuji’s pitch rises like hot air over cold, whiny and needy as though he’s seconds away from losing it all. “cum for me baby, i know you need it. let go for me baby. c’mon, come on. ohoho, shit. there it is…”
yuuji laughs brightly as you squirt — as if the very sight is the reason why the word joy holds its meaning. the corners of your world turn fuzzy with a black vignette as if a cloak of night has been pulled over your eyes. for a second, your presence in the world slips like it was always meant to be fleeting — you are sure that your heart pauses in place and your lungs exhale their last breath all while static jump-starts across your brain, cables crossing. electricity crackling. the jock licks you clean throughout, tongue curling to cover your clit, dipping lower to gather what juice runs between your ass cheeks. glistening, glazed — a sweet treat that has him bucking wildly into the bed until you’re both coated in your own mess.
“holy shit,” he licks his lips clean, wipes the remainder of your orgasm from the corners of his mouth with the back of hand in a manner that’s so sexy it gears you up for another turn. “you gotta let me do that more often. you cum so hard.”
you reach for him as he crawls up the bed to join you, the scent of yourself permeating his skin whilst he peppers you with affectionate kisses. “only if you fuck me there with your cock next time.” you beam, too buzzed to keep on being shy with your words.
yuuji’s eyes roll back into his skull and swears he might actually die.
end ! likes are appreciated, but just liking doesn’t do much on tumblr! to support and motivate myself and other writers, reply, reblog and comment if you'd like to see more!! — asks are open to thirsts and thoughts! join my taglist ! love you!
FIRST TIME READER - Jujutsu Kaisen Men - HEADCANNONS
Summary: Jujutsu Kaisen men as your first in bed, all characters are aged up over 18!
Warnings: (Satoru Gojo: little OOC, smut with no plot, fluff (after care), biting, licking, breast play, condensation praise, finger play, mention of round two), (Suguru Geto: little OOC, smut with no plot, riding, mention of ovulation, nail raking, gasping, guiding, impaling, hip buckles, finger play, mention of more than two rounds), (Kento Nanami: little OOC, smut with no plot, use of pillow, pressing down, sweet-talk, nails digging, ), (Kamo Choso: little OOC, smut with no plot, eating P!, ma talk), (Itadori Yuji: little OOC, smut with no plot, praise, mommy kink, safeword, roaming hands), (Fushiguro Megumi: little OOC, smut with no plot, finger play, kisses reassurance, grunting, groaning, kissing peppering, finger play), (Okkostu Yuta: little OCC, smut with no plot, pillow play, fold spreading, licking, hickeys, aftercare mention, slow burn sex MAYBE)
Satoru Gojo
: ̗̀➛ Gojo is a good choice to be your first. He praises you, notices when he is pushing you too hard.
: ̗̀➛ Your first position with Gojo would be missionary, doggy style for a second round. But, before all of that he would be overestimating you with his fingers making sure you are already dripping for him.
: ̗̀➛ He would make sure you get the full experience for your fist, squeezing just right on your breast, biting down on them and licking them. He would also make sure to move up and down to do the same actions on your necks. He would ‘accidentally’ leave dark marks. Claim it was a ‘heat of a moment’ with a smug look on his face as his lips press down on yours.
: ̗̀➛Gojo would also be praising you like CRAZY. “You’re doing so good,” or “There it is, keep making those faces at me,” and, “This is where you’re weak, right?”
: ̗̀➛ He’d want at least two rounds, the first was a nice warm-up. The second would be just to let you know he would want you all over again and again.
Suguru Geto
: ̗̀➛ You’re already drooling all over your thighs for him. Ovulation? Probably.
: ̗̀➛ Geto spreads your thighs out on top of him, he allows you to sink down on him. It’s slow as his dick impales your tight hole. He’s grinning as you don’t move an inch once he is fully swallowed inside you. He buckles his hips up making you let out an ungodly gasp.
: ̗̀➛ Your nails are raking down his abs, hair stuck on your sticky sweat filled neck. It hasn’t even started yet. Not only did he make you be on top first, just seconds ago his fingers were plunged into you. Stretching you wide and ready for him. He admits that you are addicting.
: ̗̀➛ His hands rest on your hips as he guides you up and down his wood. Slow and steady at first before slowly picking up the pace.
: ̗̀➛ Geto would do more than 2 rounds MAX. Just to let you know this won’t be the first and last time you feel like this.
Kento Nanami
: ̗̀➛ “Where do you feel me, baby?” are the first words Nanami says once he is fully inside you. Your nails are deep in his shoulder blades, head tilted straight back. His hand moves over where he thinks you’d feel him, right over your womb.
: ̗̀➛ Your hips buck against his, he slowly picks up the pace as his large hands press with just the right amount of pressure. You swear a tear ran down your cheek. He is making sure you feel everything.
: ̗̀➛ Nanami wouldn’t rush into it, wouldn’t pound deep into you. He’s making love, not proving a point. He’d make sure you are enjoying it by watching your face, listening to your whimpers and how you tighten around him.
: ̗̀➛ Each thrust is agonisingly slow, he doesn’t want to over do it.
: ̗̀➛ Surprisingly, his tie is till be on. It dances across your breast over your hardened nipples as it collects your sweat on to it. If only it was tied around your neck…
Kamo Choso
: ̗̀➛ Choso desperately wants to taste you first. Get you all soaked with his tongue for your first time, get you loose and needy by his tongue.
: ̗̀➛ You’re dancing around on his tongue as it slips inside you very easily, your thighs are soaked with your own juices. He is whimpering under you as his hands are keeping your hips still, your hands are tugging at his dark locks.
: ̗̀➛ “That’s it ma,” He’ll whisper against your core. “Feels right, doesn’t it?”
: ̗̀➛ He’s overly sweet with his tongue. Keeping eye contact with you because you just can’t keep your eyes off his enjoyment.
: ̗̀➛ If theres anything he can manipulate it’ll be the position he’d choose to have you in by the end of this.
Itadori Yuji
: ̗̀➛ Yuji would definitely have a safe word. It’d be an easy word to remember, one syllable.
: ̗̀➛ He’d pressed his clothed heat on your core, allowing you to feel everything you do to him. His face is buried in your neck and he breathes in your exhilarating scent. He’s drunk off you.
: ̗̀➛Yuji would take it slow, he’d rub the tip in as he watches each facial expression you make. He’s kissing your neck as he pushes in, half-way at first. “Is this okay, mommy?” and, “say the word if it hurts too much…”
: ̗̀➛His hands stay at your hips, roaming every inch of you. Over your breast, your stomach and he slightly lifts your hips up to give you the full free.
: ̗̀➛His build is hovered over you, her head is tilted back as he unknowingly overstimulates you in the best way possible.
Fushiguro Megumi
: ̗̀➛ To be Megumi’s first you would have to be his girlfriend, however that ends up to be so.
: ̗̀➛ Missionary at first, Megumi would want to look at your face. Observe any sign of regret, pain and what he is doing to make you feel good.
: ̗̀➛ He’d rub his middle finger up and down your core, something that he read or just doing it on instinct. Megumi would lowkey be clueless of what he is doing, hence why he is focusing on your face. His phone on do-not-disturb, probably being blown up by Yuji, as he pleases his girlfriend.
: ̗̀➛ He’d pepper light reassurance kisses all over your face, especially your neck.
: ̗̀➛ He won’t necessarily praise you however, Megumi would whimper, grunt and murmur some audible words right in the crook of your neck. It could be your name or something else entirely.
Okkotsu Yuta
: ̗̀➛ Yuta would make sure he satisfies you before himself. This would be by coming across your sweet spot and staying right there with each thrust he took.
: ̗̀➛ Before all that, he would spread out your folds with his thumbs and he drools at the site of your juices. Yuta would slick a finger up your heat and lick it off his finger. His eyes rolling back at the taste of you, ensuring that you are sure before he goes any further.
: ̗̀➛ He’s careful, gliding his head up and down your core before slowly pushing in. “You okay, ma? Tell me if it hurts….”
: ̗̀➛ Your nails glide up his shoulder blades and you find his hair as his head buries in the crook of your neck. He unintentionally leaves DARK marks all over your neck and shoulder. Leaving everyone to know who exactly stole your card.
: ̗̀➛ He’d be the best at aftercare as well.
NOTE: Requests are open! Feel free to request characters and themes <3
