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baby zodyl
I love your tiger stripes!
[ SYNOPSIS ] — After noticing your newly settled stretch marks, yuuji mistakenly thinks you're having a crisis over them and makes it his mission to remind you that if your body has changed, his love for you certainly hasn't.
[ PAIRING ] — bf!yuuji itadori x confident!reader
[ TAGS ] — gn!reader, established relationship, body positivity, non sorcerer au, yuuji and reader are both 24, fluff fluff, no hurt just comfort, this is v self indulgent so I'm sorry if reader does not resonate. w.c: 3.3k art by: @nackseojang
ʚ steamy shower
Summary -
you wait for your husband, Yuji to come back from work. he doesn’t seem to really want the food you made for him, but he wants something else. he wants to decompress with you by showering together. looks like Yuji can’t keep his hands to himself, but can you blame him?
Content -
Needy, love-drunk, husband Yuji x f!reader (yuji is 18+)
This post contains fluff and suggestive material. no smut is mentioned, although abrupt making out IS. enjoy reading!
the house is quiet and neat. it felt zen, being tranquil and mellow. it was a friday night, a night where you would wait for your husband to come home. you already cleaned up the whole house, showered, changed into lingerie—type pajamas, and cooked an at home meal.
as you wipe the kitchen counter from cooking, you hear a faint sound of the door slamming shut from downstairs. Yuji makes his way up the stairs, sighing as he reached the top. you could tell he was drained and exhausted from work. some days, he liked to just come home and plunge onto your shared bed and sleep away his exhaustion, others he liked to have his stunning wife recharge him by taking care of him and sleeping with her.
as yuji turns the corner and sees a plate ready on the table with his charming wife standing next to it smiling, he melts. a sigh leaves his mouth as a smile creeps up on his face, flashing his pearly whites. you were wearing a light pink, lacey pajama type lingerie. he had surprised you with it a few days ago as a ‘because why not’ gift.
“hi baby, i made your favorite. i know you get burnt out when the week ends.” your purred.
Yuji chuckles and drops his work bag on the floor, shuffling towards you. you raise your hands as an invitation for a hug, smiling. he swoops you up from your waist, twirling you around. you let out a giggle, shocked at how much energy he has after a long week.
Yuji is a very affectionate husband, always showing you how much he appreciates you. when it’s just you two together, he can’t keep his hands off of you. sometimes, he even gets the urge to show you love when you are in public.
as Yuji finally puts you down, he peppers kisses all over you face, ending at your lips.
his hand rubs up and down you back, leaning your backwards as he starts to kiss you neck.
you pull away, blushing as his fondness.
“baby….the food is going to get cold. eat first, then i can drown you with kisses.” you murmured, letting go of him. “i will pick out your clothes and start the shower as you eat sweetheart, take you time.”
Yuji frowns, as he just wanted to take out his neediness on you after a long day. he looks at you with puppy eyes, conveying that he diddnt like what he heard. he tugs at your wrist as you try to walk away and pulls you in, caressing your hip.
“i’m not that hungry right now, i will shower and then eat baby… is that okay?”
“sure baby, lets go. i’ll warm up the shower while you change.” you cooed as you laced your fingers through his.
Yuji’s face lit up, following you back into the bedroom bathroom. you guided him into the bathroom, turning on the shower head. you noticed how he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, like he was holding something in. you walked out, picking his freshly washed and folded clothes onto the bed.
as you walk back into the bathroom, you see yuji still in his work clothing, expecting him to be in the shower already. you quirk an eyebrow, confused. you walk up to him, cupping his face.
“if you’re tired sweetheart we can just go to bed. i know how tired you get at the end of the week my love, i understand.” you whispered. he enveloped your hand with his palm, caressing it.
“can you shower with me… please baby.” he sighed, as if he got something big off his chest.
you stutter, amused as this was not what you expected he wanted. “i already showered a few hours ago, but if that’s what you want, i’m more than happy to join.”
Yuji doesn’t waste a second and starts taking off your clothing. his hands push up your lacy, tight fitted top. pulling it over your head. his hands reach for your hips, tiredly pulling down your shorts. your left in a semi see—through linen bra and a decorated thong.
you reach up to return the favor, unbuttoning his dress shirt. you pull the shirt off of him. his broad shoulders are now exposed, visibly tense. Yuji is maintaining his gaze, eyes hungry with devotion for his loving wife. how did he get so lucky?
as your reach for his belt, he grasps your wrist, making you look up.
“let me take care of you my love, it’s always you nurturing me.” he insisted.
before you could rebel against him, he twirls your around, hooking the inside of your bra. his palm gets a good grasp of your hip, pushing you backwards into him, having your back against his chest. he leans back slightly so he can see your bare back. his fingers thread threw the clasp of your bra, clicking open every hook, freeing your breasts. he drops your bra on the floor turning you around.
he gaze is strong and piercing, yet comforting.
your face starts to redden. you gave him a sheepish smile, showing how you felt shy. he hooked his index finger through your thong, pulling it down. your felt the cold waft of air swift over your body, giving you goosebumps. you felt completely exposed, the feeling of vulnerability creeping up.
the bathroom started to fog up from the condensation of the hot water. Yuji guides you into the shower, sliding the glass door open. as you enter, you turn around, seeing if he will follow you in. he pecks your lips slowly, letting go of your waist. he closes the door to keep in the hot condensation so you don’t feel the nippy contrast of the bathroom. you watch as he unbuckles his belt, weaving it out of his pants.
his left in his boxers, kicking them off onto the floor, accompanying your linen bra and decorated thong. He cracks open the glass panel separating you two, slithering under the running water. despite the shower being very spacious—enough for you two to freely roam around and give each other space, Yuji opted to cling on you.
he turns around, reaching for your side of the shelf. You watched him from behind, admiring the defined muscles of his back narrowing down to his slender waist, the dimples just above his perfectly sculpted backside. he turns back around with your shampoo bottle in his hand. he squeezes the shampoo into his hand, lathering it up into a rich, foamy consistency.
“turn around love.” he coos, “let me take care of you.”
you comply and turn around, distancing from the shower head. his palms work into your scalp, making you sigh. your head tiled slightly back, relishing his tender touch.
“…feels so good” you murmured.
“i know my love,” he responds, leaving a tender kiss on the slope between your neck and shoulder. as innocent and nurturing this moment was, it felt so intimate. a part of you felt embarrassed being so exposed to your husband. nonetheless, he was the only person who could make you feel so secure and safe. his touch was something you could never find in someone else. he was truly the man any girl would dream of.
i mean isn’t this the reason you married him?
“close your eyes baby” he instructed as his hand shielded your face, tilting your head under the water, washing away the shampoo.
as you turn around to face him, the neediness in his eyes gives him away. he scoops you up, gripping tight on your waist.
“-what are you doing yuji?” you exclaimed.
he shuts you up with a abrupt kiss to your lips, swallowing your whole mouth. his hand rubs up and down your back, soon reaching for your ass. his hand is now cupped under your ass while eating your whole face. your hands cup his face, stroking his cheek. his tongue laps around the walls of your mouth, making a swoosh sound.
he lets go, examining your face. your face is flushed. your chest is heaving, panting from barely getting any air—other than from his mouth. the water streaming down his face, defining his cheekbones, and might i add, cheeky grin, turns you on. your arms wrap around his neck as he puts you down. his hand rests under your breast, other pulling you in from the dip in your back as you lean back in to resume kissing him.
a few moments pass by, consumed of making out and giggling with each other. laugher was exchanged as you saw each other so desperate for one another.
“baby, the water is starting to cool down, let’s finish up.” you stammer, not wanting this moment to really end. your stomach was fluttering and turning with butterflies. who wants a moment like this to end when both of you guys are love drunk?
you return the favor by washing his hair, having him lean forward slightly so you can reach his scalp. you wash each other off completely, leaving one another squeaky clean. the water was cascading you two, making the moment more intimate and romantic.
the water has cooled down noticeably, signaling that it was time to get out. you turned the shower knob, stopping the water from pouring out. Yuji guided you out the shower by your waist, ensuring you won’t slip. he reaches for a dry, white towel, wrapping it around your body tightly before reaching for another to cover himself. he leaves a lingering kiss on your forehead before opening the bathroom door leading to your bedroom. the contrast of the condensation in the bathroom and the chilliness of your bedroom sends chills down your spine.
you dress one another, not wanting to let go of each oither.
not even for a second.
his hand runs through your wet hair, pecking your cheek. at this point, your neck hurts from looking up so much at him and leaning backwards so he can deepen each kiss. you pick up the towels and return them to the bathroom.
you signal yuji to the kitchen, wanting him to finally indulge in the meal that took you 3 hours to make. You set the plate onto the table as he sat down, sighing and licking his lips, fully recharged of energy.
“thanks baby… i was starving.” he commented.
then why did to say you weren’t earlier…?” you question, eyebrow quirked up.
“because i wasn’t hungry for food earlier. i wanted something sweet…… something like the taste of your lips. ”
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© 2026. all work belongs to @hbasdevotion. please do not plagiarize, copy, nor plug into AI.
愛 : the heart beneath the curse
synopsis: post shibuya leaves yuji a hollow shell of the sunshine boy he used to be, grief carving through him until his perception of love begins to warp. trapped between constant arguments over your safety and the unbearable fear of losing him, you’re left pleading for him to let you in—until he drops to his knees all marred skin and tears, and you’re left searching through the wreckage for the heart buried beneath the curse.
content warnings: yuji itadori x fem reader, smut, p in v, heavy angst, arguments, hurt/comfort, post shibuya arc, sorcerer au, jujutsu college au, yuji + reader attend jujutsu college, guilt, grief, self-blame, emotional breakdowns, lots of praise + reassurance, soft/sensual smut, emotional, possessive/protective yuji, crying, happy ending (i promise). word count 6k, reblogs are appreciated!
The rain pours relentlessly, carving jagged lines into the pavement while thunder growls somewhere in the distance, low and violent. Lightning flashes close enough to bleach the world white for half a second before everything sinks back into muted gray again, the sky completely drained of color.
The only thing that seems to cut through the deafening silence is the sound of footsteps splashing through puddles on the walk back toward the shared hideout, an abandoned building you and Yuji have been calling home for the time being.
You trail behind him quietly, eyes fixed on the broad line of his back beneath his rain-soaked jacket. The orange fabric clings to him, damp and worn thin, outlining every shift of muscle underneath, the muscles in his back rippling as rain trickles down the expanse of him. Even now, angry and closed off, he feels painfully familiar.
You can still smell him through the rain, something sweet and citrusy, green tea mixed with something warmer, deeper. A scent you only ever catch properly with your face buried in the crook of his neck, tangled together beneath blankets while his calloused hands hold yours tightly against his beating heart, fingers tapping absentmindedly against his chest.
It feels like a memory you’re walking through.
A smell that transports you back into his arms, back to when things were simple.
This walk feels endless.
And you’re stuck watching him unravel, all while his back is turned toward you, refusing to look at you.
Please, just turn around and face me.
It’s the only thought that seems to ring endlessly through your skull.
His fists clench and unclench over and over again, fingers stretching taut before curling shut hard enough to make his knuckles pale. His shoulders are tense, rigid, but there’s something shaky beneath it all. He’s angry, exhausted, but underneath it, he’s trembling.
It’s rare seeing him like this.
A few steps behind him, your hair hangs damp and frizzed from the storm, eyeliner smeared beneath your eyes from rain or tears. You’d bet on tears.
Your chest aches with that awful kind of melancholy that settles deep between your ribs and refuses to leave, pulsing there in a dull, persistent ache.
You’ve been arguing for nearly fifteen minutes now. The rain softened it for a while, drowned the words out enough to pretend things weren’t splintering apart between you. But the closer you get to being alone with him, hidden away from everything else, the more that fragile pause begins to feel like it might snap.
And he still won’t stop clenching his fists.
Over and over.
Clenching. Unclenching. Clenching again.
“Can you fucking quit that, please?”
His footsteps stop immediately.
The sudden silence twists something ugly in your stomach.
His head tilts slightly, almost like he’s trying to understand why you even spoke in the first place. Rain drips from the strands of pink hair hanging in his face, sliding down the sharp line of his jaw.
“Why do you care?” he spits, voice low and rough, stripped completely of the warmth that usually accompanies his words. One scarred hand drags through his soaked hair, pushing it back shakily. “Why should I stop doing something you don’t like when you never listen to what I want?”
The words hit your lungs hard, knocking the breath out of you. You feel it in the way your heart responds to him, rattling violently inside your chest at the way he disregards you so easily.
Hot tears, warm against the cold rain pouring down your face, begin to prickle your vision, frustration tightening painfully in your throat as you scrape desperate words out.
“Can we just—”
“Just stop.”
He cuts you off immediately, tone clipped of any emotion. His voice sounds like static buffering through a speaker, completely unrecognizable in its morphed sound.
Your body goes still for a moment, frozen there in the rain.
It takes a second too long for you to remember how to move again. His words lodge themselves into the valves of your heart, pressing painfully against something already fragile, your heart beating too rapidly yet somehow feeling painfully still. For a fleeting second, you think his tone alone might be enough to stop it entirely.
You and him used to never fight.
Before Shibuya. Before this world stole pieces of Yuji until there was barely anything left untouched. Before he was doomed.
Before this society ripped pieces of his humanity out one by one. Before being a vessel became a death sentence hanging over his head. Before his life was valued by the higher-ups only when he was useful to them, a puppet forced to dance in a world that would discard him the second he stopped serving a purpose.
He’s still kind. Still loving. Still the boy who holds doors open for strangers, cries over movies, and kisses your forehead absentmindedly when he thinks you’re asleep.
But he’s lost hope. Lost passion.
He exists because he has to.
Because Jujutsu society has its claws buried straight through his beating heart, and if he dares to squirm, to defy it, that same heart will still and grow cold.
You remember when you first met him.
Radiant, dewy smile. Bright yellow hoodie. Pink hair.
As silly as it was, he reminded you of Fluttershy.
You remember how quickly he intertwined himself with you, how he understood you in a way no one else ever could. You remember the foggy night spent in his dorm, legs pressed against the wall, a flimsy magazine discarded between the two of you while you passed around a bag of sour candy, neither of you able to sleep.
You remember when Yuji started talking.
About his home life. His old school. Friendships long gone. His grandfather.
And you remember the way his voice cracked ever so slightly over the word.
The way he tried to hide it.
The way he finished everything off with a bright laugh and an almost nostalgic tone.
“Y’know, I always wanted to be a firefighter.”
The lamp cast his face in a hazy glow as he toyed with the end of your jacket, a nervous habit of his, always needing something to fidget with. He let his head rest against the wall, a soft sigh slipping from his lips.
“If I wasn’t a jujutsu sorcerer, I think that’s what I’d do. I could fulfill my grandfather’s wish that way.”
Ever since that night, you saw through the cheerful facade.
You saw the way it was beginning to crack, slowly, carefully, like a neglected porcelain doll left untouched for too long, revealing the rot he tried so desperately to bury beneath all the good.
He just wants to be good.
But sadness has stolen him from himself.
And now there’s something heavy living inside him, something worn painfully thin by the endless need for others. It feels like there isn’t a single organ in his body functioning for himself anymore. Everything inside him beats in the name of someone else.
The rusted handle to the underground bunker creaks as his large hand wraps around it.
For a moment, petty and irrational, you think he’ll slam it in your face and disappear from you completely.
You lose your breath waiting for it, eyes blinking shut for half a second, a decision you regret immediately.
Because when you open them again, the door is being held open by his fingers stretched wide, palm steady as he waits.
“Come,” he urges, voice barely above a whisper.
You oblige, following him inside.
The air changes immediately, drier, heavier, strained with tension. Floorboards creak beneath your shared weight. His pace quickens while you linger near the now-closed door, nerves buzzing beneath your skin in a strange, bittersweet way.
You feel fifteen again.
Staring at the back of the boy you loved, heart hammering violently in your chest as you tried to gather the courage to say the not-so-secret secret lodged at the tip of your tongue.
You feel small again.
Struck by love, Halted by nerves.
Hopelessly in love with the loud boy who smiled too easily and held your hand like it was second nature.
Except now, you’re standing in front of another version of that sunshine boy, one where things are no longer trapped beneath a golden haze.
A nervous laugh escapes you anyway.
You decide that instead of withering away in silence, you’ll play it off.
“Yuu, c’mon, let’s just drop thi—”
His feet stop abruptly, shoes scraping against the floor as he steadies himself. The sharp inhale he takes leaves him rough around the edges, exhaled out like gravel, shaky and uneven.
He turns around.
Fully facing you.
And his expression is something you know will torment you for the rest of your life.
You see it all at once.
The sullen expression. Lips drawn tight. Eyes wide for only a moment before narrowing into slits.
His gaze is empty in a way that makes your stomach twist. Desolate and vacant.
Like something alien has taken hold of him.
Oh.
Right.
It did.
“Why can’t you just listen to me?” he raises his voice, rough and cracking at the edges. “If you would’ve just listened instead of being so careless—”
His words are harsh, stinging like cigarette burns pressed into skin, ash ground into a table.
Everything he says is cold.
yet your eyes catch it the way his lips wobble at the very end, knowing he’s the one about to break.
The faint twitch at the end of his sentence, like his body is betraying him, something in him still reaching for you even while he does everything he can to push you away.
You catch it for only a second.
But you see it because you always see him.
Every version of him.
Even the ugly parts he tries to bury far away from you.
Just like you catch the way regret flickers across his face the second the words leave him.
Your lips part instinctively before pressing shut again.
His eyes lock onto your mouth almost immediately.
Glossy. Lower lip trembling, That familiar expression he’s memorized too well.
The same one you wear whenever you’re trying not to fall apart.
The same softness he’s traced with his lips and tongue, soft pecks dissolving into scattered makeouts.
It’s something he knows.
And for one selfish moment, you wish he’d stop fighting with you.
You wish he’d pull you close, warmth vibrating between your bodies.
You wish he’d kiss you hard enough to bruise your lips, hard enough to taste the salt lingering there, hard enough to taste your tears.
But you’re not going to shrink yourself for him.
You’re not going to sit here, and stay quiet, he needs to understand that you aren’t going to quit him.
You scoff, voice crying out, every word sounding like a plea. A desperate, ever-clinging, hopeless plea. He can hear it lingering on the edge of your voice, hear the way it trembles despite how hard you try to bury it beneath anger.
Shame you’re both pleading for the opposite.
“Careless? How is me wanting to fight being careless when everyone else I love is throwing their lives out on the line and I’m supposed to stay back because you love your girlfriend a little too much?”
You find your eyes refusing to meet his as you scream it.
The last line drags a jagged hole straight through his skull.
Dumbfounded, he’s left lost in the words you seethe through such pretty lips. Lips he now knows can leave behind a stinging, bloodied bite in their wake, all bitten tongue and swallowed frustration.
He opens his mouth, closes it again.
Stumbles over whatever defense he was about to spit back.
Confrontation has never been something he likes.
Especially not like this.
Not with you.
His love.
He’s used to yelling, to fighting, to blood splitting marred skin and bones aching until they feel like they’ll break, but this?
This sick, twisting feeling in his chest whenever the person he loves looks at him with tears staining their cheeks and hurt spilling from their mouth.
It’s something he doesn’t think he can survive.
Something that hurts more than any curse he’s ever fought.
Something entirely different, a feeling so foreign he isn’t sure he could even describe it.
Something that can only be felt.
Consumed.
Lately, life has been forcing him to confront too many things all at once.
Things he’d rather avoid.
Grief.
Fear.
Guilt.
An endless cycle repeating itself, pressing against the awful realization that loving someone means knowing exactly where to hurt them.
You don’t let him get another breath out before exhaling cruelly, words sharp with irritation but laced with something softer beneath it.
For half a second, you sit there studying the hopeless, contorted expression stretched across his face with something almost sympathetic.
A martyr wrapped in broad shoulders and bruised hands, so desperate to be your knight that sometimes he forgets how to just be your lover.
You’re both human.
Your life does not hold more value than his, despite what he tells himself, despite the way he twists himself apart trying to shield you from dangers you knowingly signed up for.
“I want to stop fighting with you,” your voice comes quieter now, exhaustion bleeding into your tone.
“I’m tired and done, Yuji.”
Yuji’s mouth falters.
His gaze drops to the floor, jaw tight enough to grind his teeth, aching beneath the pressure before he finally looks back up.
He wants to run over and hug you.
To cradle your head, or let you cradle his, to intertwine so deeply your hearts beat in sync.
He also wants to walk away.
To curse you, to say something so cruel it would make you stop loving him entirely, something hateful enough to finally sever yourself from the hopelessness he drags behind him, to let him go and stay safe.
But more than any of that, he wants to protect you so badly he thinks he’d willingly let you despise his very existence if it meant you stayed alive.
Even if you were the one dragging the sword through his heart, twisting until it carved through the very organ keeping him alive. Even through every sharp pang of hurt, every mistake lodged deep within him, he knows he’d still remember the sound of your voice calling out to him, clinging to it long after pain begins to blacken his vision.
He’d do all of it if it meant you survived.
He thinks somewhat bitterly, maybe this was the heartbreak Gojo-sensei was talking about.
“There’s no curse more twisted than love.”
Gojo had said it so often it became engraved into the walls of his memory, imprinted so deeply he could hear it even now. But there’s a difference between simply knowing something and understanding it.
Yuji had never understood what Gojo meant by those words until now.
Standing here with you.
There should really be a rule written in stone somewhere.
Mapped across jagged rock that says you will always fall in love, and it will always feel like your throat is being cut open. And even as scarlet red pours from your mouth and severed flesh, you’ll still cling to that last breath, fighting to keep your eyes open, desperate to see them one last time, gasping out a confession meant only for them.
Loving someone is a weakness.
And weakness is a fault, something jujutsu sorcerers aren’t allowed to have.
See, jujutsu sorcerers aren’t meant to love.
They aren’t human.
Not really.
They’re simply born to be strong, forced to bear any and every burden alone.
They’re made to absorb the emotions of others, it’s their job to notice and fix it. It’s their job to lose sense of self, buried in the carcass of a curse who’s only a mangled mix of everyone’s pathetic suffering in life, the polluted decay swallowing a body of water whole.
They aren’t allowed to be selfish, or greedy, only good, only strong.
Maybe that’s why he’s failing so badly at this whole sorcerer thing.
Because when it comes to you, Yuji has always been selfish.
Always.
Ever since the moment he saw your smile.
The way your eyes caught sunlight, tiny flecks trapped inside your irises, making them shine in a way he couldn’t stop staring at.
The way he could never get enough of your voice, always hanging onto every word with something embarrassingly intoxicated written all over his face. Waiting for excuses just to hear you talk again. Sitting there looking at you for too long, too soft, too enamored with everything you are.
Oh fuck.
The inhale that leaves him is sharp and involuntary, his chest seizing tightly, burning his throat and making it hard to even breathe.
He struggles to stop the tears cresting over his lash line, fingers turning bone white where they curl tightly into themselves, fighting against the sting burning behind his eyes.
He takes a few slow breaths, trying to regain his composure.
When he finally looks at you again, his eyes are red-rimmed, lashes low, expression tinged with softness, but still, the shadows on his face contort with anguish.
“Because I’m trying to protect you,” he says quietly.
His voice is so quiet it almost sounds broken.
So painfully restrained.
You feel wound impossibly tight, muscles weak, exhaustion dragging heavily through your bones. Your head throbs with a sharp, pulsating ache at your temple.
All you want to do is cry. All your body calls for is the rush of his skin against yours, aching with the simple want of needing to be engulfed by his muscled arms, to be held by him, humming with contentment, wanting to curl inward into the cavity of his chest, and bloom anew from his soul, to sprout and flourish, to become one with him.
It feels like a sickness, a spreading poison that roots itself in your heart. Love is a sickness, causing you to always want someone no matter how frayed things are, to crave them even in the cruelest moments, it’s always blindly loving them.
Even when they stand in front of you, ripping themselves apart with blunt fingers, all because they care, all because of their love for you.
Love is cruel in the way it lingers, the way it blinds even the clearest judgment.
You find the courage, or maybe it’s the blind rage pooling into your veins, the overwhelming need that overpowers it, to spill your truth at his feet and pray he’s gentle.
“You never let me protect you, though,” you say softly, sadness bleeding into every word. “What about you, Yuji? Someone has to care about you when you’re too busy taking care of everyone else.”
His features strain, skin stretched as his jaw tightens, teeth grinding together for a mere second as the expression settles.
The sharp click of his tongue comes next, frustration flickering across his face before something close to regret settles in, his gaze dropping to the floor. His expression falls flat into something almost helpless, lips turned into a soft pout, brows scrunching together before relaxing again, bottom lip wobbling slightly.
His voice comes out hoarse, emotion spilling through the cracks in every word.
“Every second you spend with me…” he swallows hard, throat tightening, “every single second you’re around me, you’re in danger.”
His fingers dig hard into his clenched fist. Nails burrowing into flesh until skin breaks beneath the pressure, velvet blooming steadily as it drips from his scarred hand.
He doesn’t seem to notice.
You watch helplessly as tears finally spill over, clinging to his lashes, droplets morphing into tiny specks of glitter in the dim light, hazel eyes boring such a somber gaze before slipping down his cheeks.
His hands drag harshly against his face, rough palms scraping skin hard enough to redden it, smearing metallic blood and salty tears together, only aggravating lingering injuries.
Ugly, matted purples blooming beneath skin.
Forceful swipes of his palm against his face continue, the tears continuing until he’s a complete, blubbering mess, grief cracking through him so violently it’s intrusive to witness.
He finally yells, the words tearing from somewhere so deep inside him that it causes your skin to erupt in goosebumps, making you physically flinch away. You’ve never heard him yell with this much pain and sorrow embedded into every word, so raw it feels as though both your soul and his are cracking beneath the weight of it all.
“It’s because of me!” he shouts, voice wavering. “It’s my fault. Everyone is dead!”
“It’s because of us,” you cut in, voice louder than his in a way that surprises even yourself.
Your tone lowers as you repeat yourself.
“It’s because of us.”
He looks up.
Bottom lip trembling into something pitiful, brown eyes wide and glassy as he blinks back tears.
“No,” he says, voice hoarse. “Me. It’s because of me, y/n.”
His breathing turns uneven.
“I ate the goddamn finger,” he chokes out. “I started all of this. It’s my fault Gojo-sensei is gone. My fault Kugisaki got hurt. Nanami—”
He fractures.
Breaking apart completely now.
His knees buckle beneath him as another sob tears free, rough hands desperately wiping at tears that won’t stop falling, his entire face crumpling beneath the unbearable weight of grief he’s been carrying alone for far too long.
You rush over, moving before you even realize it, pure instinct guiding your every step as you catch him in your arms, pulling him close. He folds into you immediately, his body giving out as ragged sobs wrench from his throat, hiccups catching between uneven breaths, the wet sound of him trying and failing to pull himself together.
He feels fragile. You can tell from the way he shakes, from the way his knees finally knock against the cold wooden floor.
You go down with him without hesitation, cradling him there, fingers trembling despite how gently they comb through petal-pink strands, nails lightly scratching at his scalp, trying to soothe him, to quiet the storm inside him the way a lullaby might.
Your hand eases toward his jaw, careful, soft, coaxing his tear-streaked face upward.
You blink back your own tears.
Not now.
You need to stay strong for him.
“Yuji,” you murmur gently.
He looks up at you, pupils dilating at the sound of your voice, your fingers still cradling his jaw, skittering softly across flushed skin.
“I begged Gojo to save you,” you whisper, your voice catching despite yourself. “That day, I faltered, not you. I kept you alive knowing what it could mean, knowing what it might cause.” Your voice shakes, quieter now, thick with honesty. “I let my feelings cloud my judgment. I listened to my heart instead of my head, and maybe… maybe that will always be my fault.”
Your thumb strokes slow circles against the warmth of his cheek.
“But I don’t regret it.” Your voice steadies, firmer this time. “I don’t regret keeping you alive, Yuji. Not for a second.”
He stares at you, frozen.
“So when I say it’s my fault, I mean it.” Your breath catches. “It’s mine to carry, my burden to bear… but I know you.” A small, shaky laugh escapes you, fond despite the nauseous pang curling in your chest. “And I know you won’t let me carry something like that alone.”
Your forehead nearly brushes his.
“So let it be ours.”
The word fills the space between you.
“Ours to survive. Ours to grieve. Ours to carry.”
Your fingers tighten ever so slightly against his jaw, afraid he’ll disappear if your touch slips away.
“So let me, Yuji Itadori,” you whisper, your voice cracking at the edges of every word. “Stop pushing me away because somewhere along the line, you convinced yourself you’re just a cog in some cruel machine.”
Your brows draw together, pinching tightly as tears finally slip free.
“You’re not.” Your voice turns impossibly kind. “You’ve never been just that. You’re kind even after everything. You keep trying even when everyone is against you. You constantly carry the wants and needs of others with you, even when you’re breaking.” Your thumb brushes beneath his eye again. “You’re so much more than what suffering has convinced you you’re worth.”
Yuji only blinks at you. He finds it hard to breathe in this moment, all the air trapped in his lungs. His mouth parts silently before shutting again.
“You really…” His voice cracks, rough from crying. “You really mean that?”
You nod immediately.
“Always.”
“Let me be your hope,” you whisper. “And you can be my forgiveness.”
Your thumb smooths over heated, damp skin, tender and patient.
“And I’ll forgive you too. Again and again, if that’s what it takes.”
Something inside him caves.
He surges forward, crashing his lips against yours, asking for permission with every clumsy plea of his mouth against yours, begging for forgiveness in the only way he knows how, in a way words can’t replace. His lips taste of salt from smeared tears, and there’s blood streaked across the pads of your fingertips where they rest against his injured face.
His breath is warm against your lips as more tears begin to well in his eyes.
“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, baby. I’m sorry for yelling and pushing you away, and I’m sorry I’m constantly throwing myself into danger—”
He starts to hiccup, tripping over his own words and sobs, his breath uneven and broken between apologies.
“Shh, shh, it’s okay, it’s okay, really, Yuu.”
He lets his forehead rest against yours, his hands slowly crawling toward your own, cradling where your palms are splayed across his cheeks.
“No, it’s not,” he says, his voice trembling. “I made you feel weak when you’re not. It’s my insecurities I pushed onto you… my fear of losing you that made me push you away.”
He’s a pathetic mess of tears when he leans in again, muttering sorry over and over in quiet, hushed whispers while your reassurances melt softly into his feverish skin. He swallows the unbearable heaviness of it with a searing kiss.
Your bodies slot together, limbs tangling as you fall back against the floor, his hand cradling the back of your head while you lie beneath him.
The kiss turns heated, messy in the way only something starved can be. When you finally pull away, breathless, you whisper, “I’m going to enter the Culling Games. I’m gonna fight beside you. You can’t stop me.”
He hovers above you now, golden-brown irises fixed on yours, your shared gaze melting into something soft, something hauntingly intimate. He laughs quietly, the sound making your heart flutter, cheeks dusted pink despite everything.
“Yeah, I know,” he murmurs, almost defeated, though there’s fondness buried beneath it.
“But…” A small grin pulls at his lips, canines glinting pearly white in the dim light, “I’m still gonna do everything I can to protect you.”
You smile as his head falls against your shoulder, pink strands of hair wisping against your skin and softly tickling you. His hands are warm where they settle against your waist, large palms engulfing your frame as though he can anchor himself here, tied only to you.
“Just this is okay… right?” he asks quietly, his face buried in the scent of your shampoo, slow kisses scattered against your neck as you exhale shakily. His hands grow restless against your skin, fingers kneading gently before he lifts his head again, eyes blown wide with devotion, still shining from crying.
“Can I make it up to you?” he asks, voice breathy, hesitant in a way that only speaks to your heart.
“Yes, please… I’ve missed you so much…” Your voice dips at the memory of the past week spent alone, the arguments, the self-blame, how badly you longed for him while he kept himself hidden away from you.
His hand reaches up, thumb brushing loose strands of hair away from your eyes before he presses a soft kiss against your temple.
“I know, I know, baby. I missed you so bad too,” he says quietly, huffing out a small, sheepish laugh, guilt still lingering in his expression.
“Man… I’m such a dumbass.”
You laugh softly, pulling him in for another kiss, desperate to lose yourself in him, to bury the sadness somewhere between his warmth and the way his fingers dig into the plush of your flesh.
His hands are quick but careful, and with every kiss and touch there’s always a quiet check-in following, “Is this okay?” or “Do you like this?” You nod, your skin tingling with need as his fingers skate down toward your inner thigh, his touch featherlight.
Then he’s spreading you open for him, fingers kneading the plushness of your thighs, bunching your skirt up at the waist with one large hand while the other tugs your tights down, careful not to rip them in the process.
The cool air hits your exposed pussy, already glistening with need, the fabric of your cotton panties turned sheer against you. His breath hitches. “Jeez, baby… you’re really wet. Is this because of me?”
It sounds teasing, but you know it isn’t.
His eyes widen, nerves flickering through him as he swallows. You grin and lightly smack the side of his head.
“Don’t be mean, Yuji.”
His face goes blank for a second before realization hits.
A sharp, bright grin spreads across his face as he hovers above yours, the scar on his lip caught in the moonlight spilling through the window. Pink strands of hair tickle your skin, his lashes brushing softly against you as he kisses your nose, your cheek, your eyebrow, your eyelids—murmuring a soft “sorry” over and over until the words dissolve into kisses.
His hand finds yours, fingers threading together against the floor. You feel the way his grip flexes. He glances up at you for a split second, a small wobbly smile breaking across his face, warm amber eyes glowing like the last flicker beneath ash, faint traces of orange burning in the dark. He chews lightly on his lower lip, teeth pressing into the skin, leaving faint marks against chapped flesh.
“S’okay,” he says softly, almost to himself.
“I’ve got you.”
You feel him then, the sticky tip of his cock tracing your folds, his pants and boxers pushed down just enough to free himself. “Just the tip, okay? I’ll be slow. Gentle.”
His hand brushes sweat-slick strands from your forehead, his deep, bark-colored eyes fixed on you, studying every shift in your expression, drinking in the way your body reacts, intent on your pleasure.
You suck in a sharp breath as he pushes in, half of him easing inside you, the first stretch making your body tense before slowly melting around him. He savors the way you cling to him while he rocks his hips, pushing the rest of his length into you.
He tries to keep himself together, but the way you take him—soft gummy walls warm and tight gripping around him, sucking him in inch by inch—has him faltering fast.
His head drops into your neck, soft groans leaving his throat, words abandoning him completely as he presses closer, hips nudging deeper until the tip of him grazes your cervix and steals your breath.
Instinctively, he keeps pressing into your cunt, hips meeting yours in a relentless rhythm, as the rush of pleasure builds alone, He rocks into your greedy heat, his thrusts slowing, your fingertips dancing around his jaw, ghosting over warm skin as he keeps unwavering eye contact with you—eyes honey-brown, soft in their focused, devoted gaze.
His lips find yours, and suddenly the air he just breathed is filling your lungs—what keeps him alive now yours to take in. His breath is warm against your tongue, sweet and unsteady as his mouth melts into yours, kissing you with a desperation that pulls his whole body into you.
Your hands leave his face, sliding into the soft pink at the nape of his neck, gripping, pulling him closer until there’s no space left between you at all, bodies collapsing into one another, everything blurring at the edges as souls claw at the confines of skin and muscle, desperate to merge and become one.
His hips rock in and out of you, soft squelching sounds filling the room. The friction builds as his pace quickens, and your nails dig into his tanned skin, flush against the broad expanse of his back. The scars littering his skin form constellations beneath your touch, long red scratches drawn across taut muscle. He breaks the kiss with a sharp gasp at the sensation, only for his lips to find yours again immediately, kissing you feverishly, teeth catching your bottom lip just enough to sting.
Your hips are locked around his waist, molded to his body, clinging to him with quiet desperation. His lips are puffy and flushed red, messy with spit as he trails kisses down your exposed neck and collarbone. One hand bunches the fabric of your shirt, fingers ghosting across your back before undoing the clasp of your bra with practiced ease.
His hands settle at your waist as he glances up at you, flushed and beautiful, utterly wrecked with desire.
Petal-pink hair falls messy around his face, pushed back just enough to reveal his forehead, the jagged scar through his eyebrow more prominent now. His cheeks burn red, hazel eyes glossed over and warm.
He’s asking for permission, and you nod.
His lips close around your nipple, tongue circling your areola, making you squirm beneath him from the feel of him inside you and the wet heat of his mouth. Soft nips follow, each one soothed by the slow sweep of his tongue.
He sinks deeper into you, burying himself in your warmth. His head lifts, strands of hair falling around him like a halo, his lip caught harshly between his teeth, hard enough to bruise. He fights back the urge to spill inside you, desperate to see your face twist with pleasure when he finally brings you to release.
His thrusts grow slower, his thumb rubbing steady circles against your clit as he continues to fill you. Your legs tighten around him as you moan his name in drawn-out, breathless whines. Yuji looks close to whining too, overwhelmed by the way your body orbits his.
“Shit, baby, gonna cum, she feels so good. You feel so good.”
“Come on, baby, come for me. I wanna cum with you.”
You nod, hair damp with sweat, hands buried in his hair as you tug at soft strands. Your body trembles, warmth coiling tighter in your stomach as your cunt flutters around him. Your hips roll, chasing the feeling, your body buzzing at the edges until the tightness in your stomach snaps, his final sharp thrust pushing you past the brink as a rush of ecstasy washes over you.
“Yuji,” you gasp, cursing. “Pull out.”
His head spins with pleasure, barely holding himself together. “I know, I know, shit.” He pulls out with a soft plop sound, spilling his milky white seed across your lower stomach and inner thighs, his cock coated in the shared release.
He steadies himself, head tilted slightly as his hair falls with the movement. He looks completely awe-struck, eyes dazed and blown wide with adoration.
His lips part at the sight of you, legs sticky with his kids, skirt bunched at your waist, skin flushed, hair clinging to your sweat-slick face, chest rising and falling unevenly. He’s staring, cock already hard again.
“You’re so beautiful. So pretty. My gorgeous girl.”
His words come out like hushed confessions, etching themselves into the hollow of your ribs. His fawn-like eyes blink slowly as his thumbs rub soothing circles into your skin. He leans down, pressing soft, tender kisses across you, murmuring soft I love yous against your flesh until the words lay to rest in your beating heart.
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hey there, summerboy!
𝜗𝜚 It’s summer! Of course, college pressures are looming on the horizon, but you can’t see them through the heat haze- or maybe your sunglasses are just too dark. Armed with just your birth control, trusty Polaroid camera and a few bikinis, you’re determined to make this summer the best yet; even if it means fucking everybody you can get your hands on! And that means documenting for the photo album, of course; the sea is just so pretty this time of year..!
content: found at the start of each chapter
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ೃ࿔*:・ the photo album…
Polaroid #1 - the beach, ft. Satoru Gojo
Polaroid #2 - the beach (again), ft. Suguru Geto
Polaroid #3 - the lifeguard tower, ft. Ryomen Sukuna
Polaroid #4 - the bedroom, ft. Megumi Fushiguro
Polaroid #5 - the couch, ft. Toji Fushiguro
Polaroid #6 - the kitchen, ft. Kento Nanami
Polaroid #7 - the club, ft. Yuji Itadori
Polaroid #8 - the living room floor, ft. Choso Kamo
Polaroid #9 - epilogue
a/n: my first ever jjk series- just in time for summer! I hope you’ll enjoy reading these summery stories as much as I enjoyed writing them <3
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˚. how to make your girlfriend forget why she's mad, a tutorial by yuji ৻ꪆ
𝓬𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 fluff & kisses
you were mad at yuji, and he (unfortunately) knew that very well. now, he might not be academically smart, but he was well-versed in how-to-not-make-your-girlfriend-stay-mad-at-you smart. he knew exactly how to make you forget all of your problems, the method much to your reluctance.
"don't," you warned, sharpness in your voice. you lie on your bed, never avoiding the inevitable get-crushed-by-your-boyfriend-as-he-lies-on-you trip of his step by step guide.
he held a smile, still swaying his feet back and forth as he put all his weight on your lower half so you couldn't move anywhere anytime soon. his next trick—sweet talk you. "baby,"
"no." your brows creased your forehead, deadpanning at him.
his lip protruded in a pout, wrapping his arms around your back and hold you snugly against him. "come on, mama. i was just playing around.. i promise! you can't stay mad forever, can you?"
"yes i can." he asked why so, "because you play too much, yu."
he grinned, relishing in the fact he got under your skin but also admiring the cuteness in your annoyance at him. "you're so adorable when you're upset. you can't stay mad, you'll grow old and bitter." he kissed your forehead, lips soft and plush against the creases your furrowed brows created.
"off."
"no." he tightened his grip around you, clearly refusing to your demand. he liked being at your beck and call sometimes, but now, he'd like to get you out of this mood you're in. he kissed your neck softly, feeling your attempt to squirm away which held from reluctance. "not until you're not mad anymore."
"well, you'll be crushing my ribs by then." you aimed to push away his head with a flick to the forehead, but he simply redirected it and used your arm to pull you up into his lips. cheeky. you admit, you were a sucker for his kisses. though inexperienced, you feel that's what made them all the better. the sloppy declaration of love; his tongue licking yours and your teeth, the fumbling sucking of your lip. you were so easy, not to your fortune but to his. sadly.
after a little bit, he pulled away with a grin on his lips toward your slight disorientation and annoyed expression, which still remained, only dimmed down. he knew you folded easily under pressure. "see? you can't stay that way."
you sighed, your lips all glossy. "okay, but seriously—"
he captured your lips again, more tender this time which was in direct contrast to your choice of stern tone. he wasn't interested in hearing you lecture him, in all honesty. which leads to the next step of his tutorial—cut her off with kisses. it works most times. the most she can do is pinch him if she's seriously not in the mood. he pulled away, beaming against your lips, "what?"
"i—" kiss.
"can you—" another kiss.
your body language relaxed with each attempt, rendering his plan effective. "do you need more kisses?"
"yuji—!" kissed again.
he pulled away again, looking at how you went from annoyed, to a mix between annoyed and enamored, to completely enamored. you wanted to speak and scold him, and he was clearly not letting you do that. but all a girl can do is try when her boyfriend is being stubborn, you suppose.
you parted your lips to speak. he began to dive in for a kiss when you stopped him by covering his mouth, much to his surprise. "let me talk.."
now here's where you should get positive results. you lie there, eyes darting around the room as you thought. in all truth, you couldn't remember what you were mad about in the first place. it showed on your expression, which led to yuji's delight.
you groaned, "this is what i mean when i say you play too much, yu."
he kissed your fingers, poking his tongue out at you from between them. you could only laugh under your breath.
that's the ideal result.
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˚. frat! 𝔂uuji and drinking don't mix very well.. ৻ꪆ ᦸ. an :: thanks to jo for inspo (iykyk)
𝓬𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 college au ⸝⸝ yuuji drinking alcohol at a frat party ⸝⸝ fluff (ive been writing tm smut sowwy) ⸝⸝ clingy drunk yuuji propaganda ⸝⸝ yuuji is not a lightweight (i think this is manga accurate) ⸝⸝ nerdy! reader
with your boyfriend being in a fraternity, that meant he was out to party nearly every weekend. hell, every day. you never minded, he always got back to your dorm safe. sometimes, like tonight; he invited you with, but you declined. you weren't too fond of partying, you'd rather keep to yourself. though, you knew the day would come when he would drag you along just like he did megumi.
you were sitting in your bed, scribbling down notes in the pink notebook with the monogamous colored writing utensils that yuuji had so graciously bought you with sticky notes and crumbled papers scattered across your bed when your phone rung that familiar jingle on your nightstand.
"nobara?" you put the phone to your ear.
"come get your boyfriend. he's getting on tables and screaming how much he misses you, for god's sake!" she flipped the camera around, showing yuuji with his shirt off in hysterics with tears on his face, his face looking warm and peach like he just swallowed down gallons of alcohol. "i miss my girl...!" "i wanna go to her...!" "fushiguro...! where is she??"
you cringed, rubbing your temples as he continued to scream over the phone. you could hear megumi trying to pull him off the table as everyone at this party was eating the scene up. it took some work to get yuuji drunk. he never came home drunk. so imagine how much he had to drink to get to this point.
the most embarassing of it all was how open he was about his enamor for you. it was ridiculous. you told yuuji sometimes people don't need to know some things, but he disagreed. he'd gladly march around campus, shouting your name and holding posters to show you were his and he would express it no matter what.
"how'd it get to this?" you asked with a sigh.
nobara shrugged, "we left him alone for, like, 10 minutes and he somehow got involved in a thousand drinking games. you need to put a leash on him. shock collar, if i say."
"nobara."
"it's my job to give helpful advice." she hummed, rolling the lollipop between her lips. "i'll get fushiguro to drag him to your dorm later. make sure to record how he acts around you, okay? i need new videos to blackmail him with."
after a half hour, you heard familiar knocks at your door. megumi stood there with your drunk boyfriend's arm over his shoulder, looking like the usual grump he is. yuuji smelled lik straight liquor. "was the party fun, at least?" you asked, hoping to lighten the mood a tiny bit.
"no." he deadpanned, "we had to drag him out of there."
you sighed, "well, atleast he isn't throwing up. that's all i can ask.. for now."
yuuji moaned softly when he heard your voice, limping out of megumi's arms and falling into you. you stumbled back at the weight for two reasons—it was sudden, and he was heavy. his senses were as sharp as ever. "baby..."
he didn't let go of you for the rest of that night. you had to find ways to manuver around him and study. taking care of your studies and an irresponsible, drunk boyfriend that was crushing your legs as he lie on top of you. god, if only you were paid to do this.
"mama," he mumbled against your stomach, a slur in his voice. "what're yer doin'....?"
"the same thing i told you i was doing five minutes ago." you couldn't stay mad at him. never. he was so adorable, you'd hate yourself if you held something against him for longer than ten minutes. you rustled his hair gently. "go to sleep, you can stay over tonight." he crawled up and laid gentle, lazy kisses to your lips. you welcomed it firstly, but you remembered he was drunk. you pushed him slowly, your hands on his chest. "yuuji, no."
"hm? why?" he pouted. adorable as he was, you couldn't give him this.
"you're drunk."
he giggled, slurring. he looked so cute upclose, despite the cheap beer on his breath. "m'not that drunkkk.... jus' missed you."
"i missed you too, but your breath is giving me a headache." you put your hand over his mouth gently. you felt his tongue lick your fingers before playfully biting one. He was so cute, it was almost aggravating. "yuuji."
"fine." he sighed, plopping down next to you, making your bed springs squeak. "y'bed smells so good....come 'ere.." he dragged you down roughly, rudely inturrupting your resumed studying so he could feel your warmth against him.
"yuuji!"
"shh... i'm sobering up."
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it's like a right of passage....
Crazy gf!reader changing bio to ‘single’ after Boyfriend!Sukuna doesn’t reply to a text immediately
The door slams open.
“What the fuck is your problem? I didn’t respond for one fucking hour, and suddenly we’re done?” he asks, irritated beyond hell. He drops his heavy duffel bag on the floor and comes to sit behind you on the sofa. You’re lying on your stomach on the carpet, painting your nails. You don’t reply. He rolls his eyes and nudges your thigh with his foot. “Don’t ignore me, you stupid, pain in my ass. Put ‘Sukuna’s girl’ back in your bio. Now.”
Innocently, you turn to look at him. A challenging brow is cocked up. “Or what?”
Sukuna’s eye twitches.
“Look, idiot, I would have texted back if I had my phone on me. You know I didn’t. I’ve got nothing to apologise for, so if that’s what you’re waiting for, you’ve got another thing coming. Now delete it, or I might start thinking we really are broken up, in which case I won’t be held accountable for the things I do.”
An eerie silence takes over. You put the nail polish down and sit up. Quietly, you mumble, “...so you hate me.”
With a blank stare, he watches you wrap your hands around your neck and squeeze hard. Gurgling sounds escape into the air as you writhe on the floor, moving like a drying-out fish. Sukuna pinches the bridge of his nose. “Quit it. I’m serious. You look constipated.”
“Shut…up,” you wheeze out. “I’m -hah- dy…ing.”
Impatiently, he pulls your hands away by the wrists, like you’re a misbehaving toddler who’s just picked up dog shit. “Enough.”
Realising the act isn’t working, you pause for a second, and he knows from that look in your eyes that you’re calculating your next step. Maybe you’ll try to make a run for the window again, or you’ll tackle him with your claws out, or maybe you’ll smash the TV up and pin it on him. It’s impossible to predict your next moves, even after how many years he’s been with you.
Naturally, you do none of the things he anticipated, and you simply resume strangling yourself.
Sukuna groans. “Fuck my fucking life. Was I a dictator in my past life or something? Christ.” Whilst you shamelessly discard any dignity you have, Sukuna picks up your phone and gets into your socials with ease. He changes your bio back, and replies with his own dick pics to the assholes who sent their micros, and calls it a day. “I’m hungry,” he suddenly says. “Wanna go to a drive-thru?”
As though nothing happened at all, you stop choking yourself out and shrug. “Yeah, actually. ‘was waiting for you to suggest it so I don’t look like a big back.”
A corner of his lips curve up. “I think that moment’s passed, sweetheart.”
“Ugh, I’d rather you call me a whore,” you reply, nose scrunched up.
Sukuna snorts. “Yeah, bet you do.”
is this even coherent? I think I'm out of practice
making boyfriend!yuji chase you ᝰ.ᐟ fem!reader
imagine doing that tiktok trend with yuji where you set your phone up, run as fast as you can like your life depends on it, and see how long it takes for your boyfriend to catch you.
and when you explain it to him he just shrugs with a gentle little smile and says, “sure, babe. sounds fun.” because your sweet boy would do anything you ask him to.
so with your phone propped up, you quickly hit the record button, then break into a sprint while yuji waits with his hands in his pockets, watching you closely and counting to ten like you told him to.
and you keep count in your head, too. to make sure he’s not cheating of course.
but it’s something about seeing you run from him that entices him in a way he doesn’t expect. makes a delicious anticipation bubble inside him, makes his jaw clench. his lips take to a smirk once he realizes that’s what you wanted, and then he takes a breath.
“ten.”
he takes off immediately, a little dirt kicked up in his absence from how powerfully his foot launched him into motion.
and you’re a mess of giggles as you run, heart beating against your ribcage because you know it won’t be long. you don’t bother looking back, you know you can’t outrun him.
you haven’t even blinked twice when a pair of strong arms snake themselves around your middle and he’s got you caged in the air with a low grunt, your backside pressed against his chest, feet kicking and flailing as you squeal between laughter for him to let you go. his hold only tightens further, biceps flexing with a little more effort when you squirm. his hands are locked on his forearms that bind you to him, ensuring you won’t be going anywhere.
you can feel the rapid thumping of his heartbeat, the heat of his body and it makes you pull your bottom lip under your teeth. there’s no need to wonder if this excited him as much as it did you, because you can feel it.
it’s exhilarating, to say the least. you’re completely out of breath, and just as you expected, he’d barely even made an effort.
the sharp of yuji’s canines gently nip at the shell of your ear to make your breath catch in that way he likes, his voice low and smoldering, yet sending a shiver down your spine when he whispers,
“got ya.”
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art by avecot
Itadori Yuji who has the most stupidest crush on the new exchange student!
Maybe it was because you looked different than anyone here at jujutsu high, or anyone in Japan. “I’m telling you, it was love at first sight when she said hi to me.” Yuji sighs, stars in his eyes with hearts spinning around him.
sipped his drink before bringing Yuji somewhat back to his senses, despite him not having any. “She said hi to everyone, Itadori.” Yuji slammed the lunch table and sprung up. “No! But she said ‘hi’ to me differently!” “Define ‘differently’.”
Nobara sighed at Yuji’s delusion. “Well… it was like.. IT WAS DIFFERENT! I should impress her somehow.” And Yuji tried everything. Handling first grade curses with ease, acting like he didn’t break a sweat as he put his hand to his mouth, yawning after ripping off a cursed spirit’s head the second you walked by.
“Oh, Yuji! Look out!”
You exclaimed and the mutant spirit had grown a body again before smacking him right in the face.
That was a fail.
His next attempt was taking the whole group (especially you) to Tokyo downtown. His mission? Show you the best movie of all time, Human Earthworm!
“Itadori, she’s gonna hate your shit.” Megumi groaned, yet Yuji was stubborn determined to make you see this cinematic masterpiece.
Only problem?
“Y/nnnn!! What’s the fashion like in your own country? I need fashion advice.” Nobara whined, clinging onto you. You chuckled, gently prying her off you. “We’re two different aesthetics Kugisaki. Besides, weren’t we gonna see a movie?”
But your last sentence was drowned out with Kugisaki exclaiming. “Hey! Let’s just go shopping! Gojo’s card!” And she yanked you away to the nearest store as she happily talked on about the new trends, leaving Yuji with his two tickets in hand.
“Damn. There goes your girl.”
Megumi unhelpfully remarked before patting him begrudgingly on the shoulder. “I’m going to find something to do. Have fun seeing worm earth human.” “It’s human earthworm!” Yuji called back to him as Megumi walked away. Well now what he was supposed to do?
Luckily, he had a new idea. “GOJO!! Do you know anyone who speaks English?” Gojo grinned. “You’re looking at moi, the English expert!” He winked. “I speak French too.”
In truth, Gojo was NOT someone who could speak English. But Yuji wouldn’t know. Each single day for a week, with Gojo’s unhelpful five minute lessons and a shit load of YouTube videos, he practiced sentences. “I.. I like… you.. you pretty so much.. yes!”
Late at night he’d practice sentence structure, pouring over translate and videos. You could even say this was the most he’s ever studied for.
His pronunciation wasn’t the best but he was confident that he set a date when he’d finally talk to you. In English. After the last mission of the day. But now as that very day was nearing to the end, and so was the mission, he found himself… nervous?! “Y/n.”
You turned around where there was a heaving Yuji, still tired from the mission but walking up to you. “Yeah? What’s up Itadori?”
Okay.. he had a whole speech memorized. He absolutely Could NOT mess this up.
“Pretty!” He blurted out.
He was going to slap himself on the face.
“Pretty?” You repeated aloud. He nodded fervently. “Yes.. you, you are so pretty! We should go to.. to..” Yuji was really struggling as he used his fingers to draw a box, playing charade with you.
“Box? Building?” You tried guessing, stifling giggles. Man, this kid was cute. “No… no.. moo..movie date! Yes! Date! Let’s go on date! I like you!” He finished triumphantly. Your eyes widened.
This kid was way too cute. You smiled and took his hand, taking note of how his cheeks turned cherry red, almost like his hair. “Alright, let’s go on a date!” You repeated, in English.
This was based on me learning English for the first time.. my sentence structure sucked and I got excited whenever I finally built a sentence that made half sense :p also! Gojo gives off Hongdae guy idk how to describe it and Megumi is hilarious being unhelpful!
when you and yuji pine for each other
a/n ~ omg sorry friends i’ve been uber busy this is (imo) kinda meh, took a cute request i got, hope u like!
you’re standing in front of your mirror, one shoe on, one shoe off, staring at yourself, mouth twitching into a grimace.
“you’re literally almost ready,” nobara says from your bed, already dressed, already perfect, scrolling through her phone. “don’t start acting brand new now.”
you groan, dragging a hand down your face. “i don’t even want to go. it’s gonna be sweaty and loud and someone’s definitely gonna throw up in a sink.”
“that’s the ambiance,” she says flatly.
“i’m not going,” you decide, crossing your arms.
she gives you a look like you just said something deeply embarrassing on behalf of both of you. “yeah you are.”
you groan, falling back onto your bed. “i literally don’t want to.”
she leans against your desk, arms crossed, smile a little smug. “yuji’s gonna be there.”
and there it is. the trapdoor.
you sit up slower this time. “okay?”
“okay,” she repeats, dragging the word out. “so you’re going.”
“that doesn’t mean anything,” you say, but your voice is weaker now and less convincing. traitor.
nobara snorts. “he wants you.”
you roll your eyes so hard it’s a miracle they don’t get stuck. “no he doesn’t.”
“yeah he does.”
“no he—”
“he literally looks at you like you invented oxygen.”
you stare at her. she stares right back, unblinking, like she’s waiting for you to catch up.
you huff, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at her. “shut up.”
she grins. “finish your makeup.”
on the other side of campus, yuji is sitting on the edge of a couch that has seen better days, bouncing his knee restlessly. megumi stands nearby, arms crossed and watching him with the kind of tired patience usually reserved for children and idiots.
“is she gonna be there?” yuji asks, trying to sound casual and failing spectacularly.
megumi stares at him. “can you please, for the love of god, just make a move tonight.”
yuji chokes. “what—no, i’m not—what are you talking about—”
“everyone knows you like her,” megumi says, cutting him off. “it’s actually painful to watch.”
“no i don’t,” yuji insists too fast. there’s a beat, and his ears go pink. “do you—i mean, does she like me?”
megumi lets out a long, suffering sigh. “yuji.”
“what.”
“everyone knows,” he repeats. “it’s sickening. you’re both obvious.”
yuji blinks, processing that, heart doing something weird and loud in his chest.
the party is exactly what you expected when you get there. too loud and too hot and bodies packed together, red cups everywhere, people yelling at each other across the room. you wince, tightening your arms at your sides.
you hover near the entrance for a second, already regretting your life choices. “don’t you dare,” nobara says, grabbing your wrist before you can even think about leaving.
“i didn’t do anything.”
“you were about to leave.”
“…i was thinking about it.”
she gives you a look, pulling you further into the crowd, weaving through people. you try not to look around too much. you keep your eyes on the ground in front of you, try not to search for him.
it doesn’t work. you spot him almost right away.
he’s hard to miss, with his pretty salmon hair. he’s across the room, laughing at something one of his frat brothers said, eyes bright. there’s something easy about him, something warm. your chest tightens.
“there,” nobara says, already clocking your line of sight. “target acquired.”
“don’t—”
too late, because she’s already dragging you over. yuji sees you coming before you can prepare yourself. his whole face changes, like someone turned the brightness up, and nobara pokes your arm, giving you a look that screams “i told you so.”
“hey,” he says, a little breathless when you stop in front of him.
“hi,” you manage.
and it’s awkward, because you’re both suddenly aware that you’re standing a little too close, with a tension that this isn’t just passing each other between classes anymore, or seeing each other through friends.
nobara lets go of your arm with a satisfied hum. “okay. i did my job,” she says, already backing away. “don’t waste it.”
“wait—” you start, but she’s gone. she wiggles her fingers at you, smiling, and you stand there frozen. you finally turn back to yuji, who’s smiling softly, and you nearly implode.
“i didn’t think you were coming,” he says.
“i wasn’t going to,” you admit. “but, um…yeah.”
“oh.” he scratches the back of his neck, cheeks already tinting pink. “i’m glad you did.”
your heart does something inconvenient again. “yeah?”
“yeah.”
there’s another fragile pause, like you’re both trying to not mess up the moment.
“are you having fun?” he asks.
you glance around. “i just got here, but, uh, definitely the time of my life,” you say a little dryly.
he laughs at that, a soft huff. “yeah, it’s kinda…” he gestures vaguely around the room, where a group of people are doing a keg stand. “…a lot.”
“that’s one way to put it.”
you fall into conversation shortly after. it’s easy with him, easier than you expected. about classes, about stupid professors, about that new movie you both hated for completely different reasons. he laughs a lot, like everything you say is worth hearing. you find yourself laughing too, forgetting about the noise and the crowd and the fact that you didn’t even want to be here.
yuji rocks back on his heels then forward again, like he’s building up to something and then psyching himself out. “um—do you wanna—like—we could go somewhere quieter? if you want. no pressure or anything, just—”
“yes,” you say a little too fast. you both blink and you clear your throat. “i mean. yeah. that sounds good.”
his grin breaks out instantly, a little stunned, like he didn’t expect you to say yes. “okay—yeah, cool. um, follow me?”
he doesn’t grab your hand right away, just kind of hovers near you like he wants to but is still asking permission without saying it. you smile and reach for his hand yourself, brushing your fingers against his. he freezes for half a second, then laces your hands together like he’s been wanting to do that for a while.
your heart does that thing again. seriously. it needs to relax.
he leads you through the crowd, weaving past people who are too busy being loud to notice anything else. up a set of stairs, then another, and then to a little hatch in the ceiling with a pull-down set of stairs. the music has dulled now, the bass thudding faintly through the walls.
when he pushes open the door to the roof, it’s like stepping out of a different version of the night. cool air hits your face and the city stretches out, lights blinking softly, the sound of it humming in the distance.
“better?” yuji asks, letting go of your hand reluctantly.
“way better,” you say, exhaling softly. you walk over to the railing, leaning against it. he joins you, close enough that your shoulders almost touch.
neither of you say anything, but the space between you is full in that strange, buzzing way, like something is about to happen and both of you know it.
you glance at him. he’s already looking at you.
“so,” he says, smiling a little.
“so,” you echo.
he inhales, looking to the side for a moment. “should i just go for it? i’m gonna go for it.” yuji looks back at you and how you seem a little confused. “megumi says i’m obvious.”
your eyes widen a fraction. “wh—”
“he says if i don’t make a move tonight he’ll kill me, which he probably would, so..what do i have to lose, i guess. my dignity, maybe, if this goes to shit,” yuji says, rambling now.
your lips part a little, heart thumping in your chest.
“i don’t know if you…knew this, but i like you, y/n. a—a lot.” he runs a nervous hand down his face, through his hair. “i know we don’t know each other too well, but—i think you’re really pretty, and you’re super nice to me whenever we talk. and you’re cool with others. you’re just—you’re—you.”
you watch how his usual easy confidence stumbles, the way he looks at you like this suddenly matters more than anything else he could say tonight.
“…i mean,” he starts, then stops, then laughs nervously. “i’m really bad at this stuff, so this is—”
“okay,” you say softly.
he searches your face. “okay…good or—”
“good,” you interrupt, smiling just a little. “nobara says i’m obvious too.”
he blinks. “wait. really?”
you shrug, suddenly very interested in the skyline. “maybe.”
“…does that mean—” he starts, voice quieter now.
you look back at him. “yeah,” you say.
you see something in his shoulders loosen. he steps closer, slow and careful. you don’t move away. his hand finds yours again, warm and steady.
“can i—” he starts.
you don’t let him finish.
you close the distance first, because if you don’t, you might lose your nerve, and that would be tragic and embarrassing and just the kind of thing you don’t want to happen.
your lips meet his, soft and a little off at first, noses bumping in that clumsy way that makes you both laugh quietly against each other.
then his hand tightens around yours, the other coming up to rest on your waist. he hums into your mouth, your lips bracketed together, and your free hand comes up into his hair, pulling him closer. your tongue gently licks its way through his lips and you swear he makes the softest sound that could’ve been a moan.
when you pull back, you’re both a little breathless, a little dazed. he’s smiling a cute toothy grin. “so,” he says, voice soft, hopeful. “does this mean i can, uh…take you out? like, properly?”
you raise an eyebrow, pretending to think about it, even though your heart is still doing cartwheels. “i don’t know. you seem kinda obvious. might be embarrassing for me.”
he groans. “don’t start.”
you laugh. “okay, okay. yeah. you can.”
his grin comes back instantly, brighter than before.
lovin’ youuu
mini yuji fluff, reader and yuji live together and have established relationship! enjoy xx! no proof read cause im LAZY
when itadori went to the store you told him to just grab some patties for burgers, but when he took an extra 30 minutes to get back home, you knew he’d come with bags of bullshit.
as the apartment front door whipped open as yuji waddled in with bags and bags of things, you couldn’t help but sigh.
i love you
the sounds of rain and wind chimes playing their tune echoed throughout the house, the cloudy sky making the house feel gloomier than usual.
Reader laid on the bed, her body facing the window, watching the rain and the wind chimes Choso had put up—claiming they always brought a sense of harmony to the house. she hadn't felt in harmony lately. Instead, her head was filled with self-deprecating thoughts about her and Choso’s relationship. It wasn't that the relationship was bad; they were stable, if anything. but with so much negativity that was crashing into her life lately, she felt it was affecting what they had. she knew she was being irrational for even thinking this, but she couldn't help herself.
every day, a crushing weight settled in her chest, her own thoughts whispering that their love was failing and he was falling out of love with her. whenever he touched her, it was just a ghost of the passion they once cherished—a harsh reminder that made her heart ache.
she hears the door swing open and already knows it’s Choso, but she doesn't move to greet him. Instead, she pulls her arms tighter around herself, trying to shrink away from the world, huddled in a ball of sorrow.
Choso stood at the door, he hesitated to even enter the bedroom. but he couldn't bear the thought of her being so alone in her pain, so he finally broke his stance and walked in.
closing the door behind him, Choso walked over to the bed and laid down next to her, shifting his body to face her. "You okay? What's wrong?" He was extremely worried for his precious girlfriend—like any boyfriend would be.
"Choso, will a day come... when you don't want me anymore?" Her voice is shaky, face was distraught, holding tears back.
"No." Choso answered immediately. "I always want you around. Please don't think otherwise."
Reader couldn't answer, but she finally looked at him, her eyes watering and her glasses slipping down her nose. Choso cracked a gentle smile. "C'mere."
he opened his arms, and Reader immediately crawled into them, hiding her face in his chest as she wrapped her arms tightly around him.
"I'm sorry," her voice muffled against his chest.
Choso rubbed her back, trying to soothe her. "For what? It’s okay to be upset, sweetheart. I'll always be here for you." His head leaned down and kissed the top of her head.
Reader's tears slowed as she held onto him tighter.
"I love you. I always will."
she felt her chest tighten at his words, as if they were stitching her back together. "I love you too," she whispered against him.
together, they listened to the tranquil sounds of rain and wind chimes, eventually falling asleep in a tangled mess of limbs.
i originally wrote this for my friend and wanted to post it @i90o3
sorry if Choso is ooc 😟
girldad!yuji headcanons - - * . ❤︎ ⊹
girldad!yuji who coddles his beautiful baby girl. he rubs his thumb gently through her growing pink hair, whispering to her sweetly how cute she is and how much he loves her. he covers her in kisses when she starts crying and whining, cuddling with her when it’s nap time, and happily watching her meet her milestones.
girldad!yuji who runs his errands with his baby. he needs to pick up a few things from the grocery store? he lets her grab at the things they don’t need. he needs to run to the bank? he holds her in his arms the whole time he’s talking to the banker. he shows her different elastics, hair accessories, and clothes when he brings her to the store and lets her point at one or the other even though she doesn’t really understand they’re for her. he’s attached to his daughter and wants to always be with her.
girldad!yuji who insists on doing his daughter’s hair every morning for school, if she asks, or just in general. he learned how to braid, dutch braid, fishtail braid, put her hair in pigtails neatly, do a half-up half-down without having to rip out her hair when ready to be taken out. he takes care of her soft hair and makes sure she’s happy with the way he experiments with it.
girldad!yuji who isn’t afraid to call the school when his sweet girl comes home crying about kids who are being stupidly mean and boys who like to tease. he lets her stay home on rough days even if you protest, claiming ‘she needs a break for a day’. after he would call the school, he didn’t hear complaints from his precious daughter anymore.
girldad!yuji who puts his daughters priorities above his own. she needs to get a school project done even though he needs a nap? delay the sleep and make sure she gets a good grade. she needs him to fix one of her toys even though he was already busy doing something? scratch that and make sure the toy works better than before it was broken. he needs his daughter to be happy to fulfill his own endearing emotions.
girldad!yuji who makes sure his baby girl knows he will always support her. he makes sure to be at parent-teacher day, at her school events, career day. he makes sure she knows he supports her dreams and is sure those dreams start off early.
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a/n :: dad!yuji is the cutest thing ever there are like zero fanfics about this loving father ;C (also posting this in honor of the jjk modulo trailer and getting three seconds of older yuji 🤤)
- divider creds ;; @kthice - -
yuji itadori doesn't realise how jacked he is <3
is it normal to have the urge to bite your boyfriend every time his shirt lifts just enoguh to have a peek at his abs? probably not — but it's like you couldn't stop your brain from doing so.
you and yuji were dating for quite some time — he was always well built, but as time passed his muscles got more defined, the outline visible even through loose shirts. but it wasn't only his arms — his legs were just as strong, his shorts hugging his thick thighs perfectly.
it got to the point were it wasn't just a small change, but something so obvious, impossible to ignore. wether he was hugging you, thick arms wrapping strongly around your waist, basically covering the whole area — or sleeping with him, his whole body covering yours if he laid on top of you.
and the worst part? he doesn't even realise — he just thinks it's something normal for you to be all over him all the time, since that's how he is with you.
but for you? it's literally something that's affecting your normal day to day life. getting distracted while studying because he's sprawled out on your bed without a shirt on, abs on full display. cooking and he hugs you from behind, body pressed against yours? you forget what you were even cooking at this point.
the final push? you were on the couch in your apartment scrolling on your phone when the front door unlocked — you didn't need to look up to know it was yuji, coming home from the gym.
"i'm home babe." you finally look up and the moment you do, your breath catches. he was still out of breath, skin glistening with sweat, voice out of breath like he ran all the way.
your eyes trail down, and the sight makes you press your legs together — his white shirt was now see through, sticking to his skin and exposing his well chiseled chest.
face warming at the sight, you lift your eyes to meet his gaze. "oh my god were you out like that?"
his smile falters a little at your bewildered expression, brows furrowing like he didn't quite get what was wrong.
"what do you mean? it's a normal gym outfit is it not? you know i always wear this."
"normal? yuji baby, you're basically putting yourself on display with a big sign saying lick the sweat of my body!" you huff, a little annoyed at how he genuinely had no clue what you meant.
his eyes widen slightly at your words, finally putting together the pieces — and when he does, his smile returns on his face, walking towards you, until he was right in front, looking down at you.
"are you jealous?" he sounds a little bit amused now, like he cracked the case.
"i'm not jealous. i know they could never touch you." you cross your arms, your own eyes betraying you as the move down to take a peek at his exposed muscles.
and he finally gets it. he finally understands why you were always looking at him with a look he wasn't really familiar with. he finally understands why you would get so flustered anytime his arms wrapped around you or when he presses himself against you.
"do you like my muscles?"
"excuse me?"
he chuckles, an adorable grin on his face as he reaches down to take your jaw in his hand, lifting your head to look at him.
"is that why you get all jumpy when i touch you?" like a confirmation, your breath hitches when he pulls you up by the waist with one hand, your head dizzy from how efortlessly he lifted you.
"yeah like that. you get all nervous when i do something with my arms." he doesn't sound cocky — the opposite with the way he's looking at you like you just flipped his whole word upside down.
your cheeks somehow flush an even deeper red, your own hands resting on his shirt. "you just look so biteable you don't get it. it's like everytime i feel you up i get this urge to lick you." your voice is quiet, the confession lingering in the air.
it's his turn to get emberassed, the warm hearted smile never leaving his face. "you could've just said that y'know. i would've let you." despite his usual playful demeanor, there was a serious edge in his voice.
you take the opportunity and push him on the couch, the sudden action making his eyebrows shoot up in surprise before they relax again almost immediatly.
it's like a whole switch just flipped in your brain, finally getting what you were waiting for so long. you don't really sit on him, just bending down to be right infront of his face, a finger swiping on his lips.
you don't kiss him just yet — your hands moving from his shoulders, slowly down his chest, stopping shortly at his pecs, before moving down and resting on his abs.
his breath stutters, a tent already forming in his pants. "have waited so long to touch baby, s'pretty and strong." apparently, your sultry voice wasn't helping his case, as his half-lidded eyes are filled with lust.
"all this time you were walking around like you didn't know what you were doing to me. y'know how many times i thought about your muscles when you weren't here?"
your hands wander until they find their way under his shirt lifting it up to expose his sweaty six-pack making him hiss at the cold air. "i didn't know you paid so much attention to them."
his ears were red, like he was still getting flustered at the compliment, like his cock wasn't already throbbing with need. you lower yourself on your knees, getting on the same height as his stomach, arms exploring every inch.
"i do. now can i lick them and then suck your cock?"
"yes."