OLDER BOYFRIEND!YUJI WHO LOVES TO TAKE CARE OF HIS YOUNGER PARTNER
Older!yuji x gn!reader
“Oh my God, Yuji, look at these shoes!” you said excitedly, gazing out the window of one of the mall’s display cases. A pair of sleek black-and-white sneakers stood on display. They looked lovely, and you already had the perfect outfit to match them.
“Huh?” Yuji raised an eyebrow, stopping in his tracks as he looked at the shoes through the glass.
“I wonder how much they are!” You leaned closer to check the price tag.
“100,000 yen!”
What the hell? You couldn’t convert that into USD off the top of your head, but you knew that in Japan, that was a lot of money and you definitely weren’t willing to pay that much.
“Never mind…” you muttered, eyes shifting to the side as you started to move away from the display. But your boyfriend grabbed your arm, keeping you in place.
“You want those, right?”
You blushed, your cheeks turning a faint shade of red. You nodded slightly. “Yes, sir…”
There was practically a rule whenever you went shopping with Yuji: if you liked something and really wanted it, price didn’t matter he’d buy it for you. But it always felt so wrong and weird, like you were some kind of sugar baby asking him for money or letting him buy you things. He’d even offered to pay for your hair appointment once. You tried your best to decline, but there was no point in saying no to him.
“All right then, I’ll buy them for you,” he said simply, as if money wasn’t a problem for him and it wasn’t. But it was a big problem for you.
You found the shoes in your size, and they were perfect. You stepped out of the store feeling happy, though a little weighed down by guilt.
“Don’t worry, Yu-chan, I’ll pay you back ten times over,” you said, giving him a thumbs-up.
He shook his head. “How many times do I have to tell you this, baby? Whatever you want, it’s on me. Don’t worry about paying me back.” Then he smirked. “But if you really want to pay me back…” He tapped his cheek. “I think a kiss is a good price.”
Ugh. He still had the pickup lines of an old man. Wait he was an old man. Oh, who cares? You pressed a small kiss to his cheek.
jjk boys’ favorite body part of yours [pt. III] 18+
part III (final) featuring: geto, yuji, gojo
content: gender neutral!reader, some fluff, some light smut
read pt. I here | pt. II here
geto | wrists
It had all started when you came into Geto's store. He worked at a luxury jewelry shop, generally behind the engagement ring display. But his boss was on lunch and he had to cover the whole store himself. That was when you'd wandered in, absently swishing your iced coffee in slow circles to mix the syrup in better. You hadn't been looking for anything in particular, you'd assured him with a sweet smile. Just killing time while your friends shopped at other stores you weren't interested. Though, under his attentive gaze, you tried on a few bracelets just for fun. He couldn't take his eyes off of your wrists, so delicate and sweet as you held your hand up to admire the bracelet. Delicate. Sweet. Just like you.
Neither of you had expected to move in with each other a year later, though neither regretted it. His preoccupation with your wrists never ended, and he'd since bought you the bracelet you'd tried on, promising you there'd been a price drop even though there hadn't. Your smile had been worth it. At night, laying in bed, he'd gently brush his fingers along your upturned palm, the inside of your wrists, up your forearm. Sometimes it was soft enough to send a happy shiver down your spine. He'd lift your hand to kiss your knuckles, then turn it over so he could brush his lips along your wrist. It smelled lovely, too, your wrists and inner forearms, since you sprayed perfume there.
It wasn't always gentle brushes and sweet kisses though. Oh, no, he loved your wrists pinned to the bed, too, how he could use his thumb and forefinger to completely enclose it. He loved the weak attempts at lifting your arms off the bed, fighting until you decided you were helpless, handing yourself over completely to him. Most of all, he loved your wrists shackled, shining silver complimenting you nicely. The handcuffs were connected to the headboard; sometimes at opposite ends to get you spread eagle, sometimes right in the middle so you had to lift both arms above your head together nicely. You'd feel the bite of the metal with each pounding thrust of his hips, hear the clack of the chain at the headboard. It got him riled up beyond belief, seeing you reduced to a shaking, arching mess. Absolutely pleading to be free so you could cling to him.
But you always knew he'd soothe the pain after it was over, rub lotion against your sensitive skin in slow circles with his thumbs, brushing his lips along tear stained cheeks and quietly praising you for how well you'd done.
yuji | hips
The beginning of your relationship with Yuji was silly enough to make you giggle every time you recited the story, and though your friends had gotten tired of it by now, you both still enjoyed thinking back on it. You'd met at a Halloween party, theme being classic Disney movies. In a stroke of sheer coincidence, you'd both chosen Aladdin for inspiration, and both come to the party as the genie. Spotting each other across the room, you'd both instantly pointed at each other with a laugh. As cheesy as it sounded, the rest was history. As innocently as you may have looked at him that night, his thoughts weren't. His eyes remained trained on your hips throughout the whole night, especially when you danced. The costume did wonders for you, but he was smart enough to know you didn't need it to draw his eyes to them.
His obsession with your hips was apparent in your everyday life. He slept with a protective arm curled over your side. He squeezed them to tickle you, relishing your surprised delight. He stood at the kitchen counter sleepily, waiting for his water to boil in the kettle for tea with his arm around you and absently running up and down your side, fingers kneading lightly at your hip. When he laid between your legs on the couch, your hip was a perfect place to rest his head too, especially because it was strategically placed for head scratches.
But of course it wasn't all innocent. Your hips were an anchoring point for him, fingers squeezing so tightly they bruised as you sat on top of him, thighs against his. You'd ride until your legs were shaking and your hips stuttering so badly you had no rhythm left. He'd just grin evilly from below you and tighten his hold, taking over to drag you by your hips back and forth. How could he not be obsessed when his hands fit perfectly, when you were perfectly designed just for him? It wasn't his fault he got righteous about it. Inevitably, you'd beg him for relief, and he'd growl and flip you over, never once letting go of your hips. Now he used his grip to press you into the bed as he drilled into you until collapsing, both of you in a panting heap on the bed.
No matter how mean he'd gotten, he'd always get up to go get a towel for you and leave a little kiss right at your hip bone.
gojo | throat
Call him gross, call him weird, but Gojo still stood by thinking you were particularly alluring when you were sick. Listen, he'd say. Let me explain, he'd say. He didn't have to say that, because he kept it to himself. But if he were going to, he'd say it was because you were sick when you first met. He'd stopped by your apartment to pick up his friend and your roommate to head out to dinner and then hit the bar, and first run into you in the kitchen hunched over a mug of warm tea. Your hair was a bit of a mess, you were wearing pajamas from years ago, and the dark circles under your eyes were quite impressive. And yet, he'd still been struck by your beauty, and then your cute little rasp of surprise. You'd apologized, told him you hadn't realized he'd come in. Instantly, he'd waved you off, and promised himself to bring you some soup from the restaurant. When he dropped your roommate back off later, he'd sent them in with the soup. Later that night, he was still thinking about you and your adorably hoarse voice.
His attraction to your voice never faded, even after being with you for almost a year now. In fact, it had even extended now to your throat in general. He liked to kiss the base of it, feel the vibrations of your hum while he was there. He watched when you were deep in thought, how sometimes you laid your hand gently across it, almost as if stroking an imaginary beard. He watched the silhouette of your body in the shower, see the graceful curve of your neck, your throat as you tilted your head back under the warm water. At night, when you struggled to fall asleep, he'd run his fingers gently along your face from your cheeks to your chin, your jaw, and linger on your neck.
He also liked to squeeze it. He liked to feel your throat constrict under his palm as he pressed you against the mattress, and liked the way you whimpered and gasped even more as he filled you. He never did it hard enough to actually hurt you; the thought of seeing you in real pain was horrid. But he'd found the sweet spot. Your cheeks would turn pink, your eyelids flutter. Your lips parted, but no sound escaped. He'd then let go quickly and relish the deep gasp, the way you turned your face to the ceiling as if to find fresher air. And he'd praise you all along when he was done, nipping and sucking on the blotchy skin as you both came down together from your highs.
The best part about the aftermath of nights like those? Your voice was deliciously hoarse.
tags/warning: pure and gratuitous fluff, kiss cam trope, bad blind date turned good, pda (of course), idk anything about baseball so hope the references make sense lmao
summary: the kiss cam spotlights you and yuji takes his chance
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thanks for reading and enjoy<3
You don’t think there could have been anything more mortifying than the kiss cam landing on you and your catastrophically terrible date.
He had been ignoring you the whole time, too stoked that you had invited him to front row seats to the big Sorcerers vs. Curses baseball game. You honestly should have just gone alone, but you had wanted to be brave and take the idiot next to you, who your friend had blindly set you up with because “he also loved baseball and it would be absolutely perfect”.
In reality, he had been late and nearly spilled his beer on you every time he disagreed with the umpire’s calls. It also didn’t help that he was actually a fan of the Curses, not the Sorcerers, which was your favorite team. When you had broken the news to him, he had immediately booed and condescendingly patted your shoulder.
“That’s unfortunate. You’re super hot, but I can’t seriously date a Sorcerers fan. We’ll see how this goes though.”
Now, he was too engrossed in texting his friends live game updates to notice that the kiss cam was panned onto the both of you.
You tried to keep a calm smile plastered to your face as your fellow baseball fans loudly demanded a kiss. It was utterly humiliating, and your eyes began to water as your face fell. You shrank in your seat, attempting to cover your face when all of a sudden the entire stadium started cheering and you peeked through your fingers to see the Sorcerers' star player, Yuji Itadori, hopping the dugout fence and running across the field to get to you. His distant form was outlined in golden sunlight as he sprinted, and his knees still carried grass stains from playing.
“Don’t worry! I got you!”
He enthusiastically waved at you, clipping his baseball cap to a belt loop before quickly fixing his hair and scaling the concrete barrier that separated the front seats from the field.
You felt your chest swell with nerves and excitement, and your date finally looked up in shock when you stood up and leaned over the barrier to meet Yuji as he clung to the railing.
He didn’t seem winded at all, though you could see a sliver of his strong chest sheened with sweat from the top of his uniform being unbuttoned. Your heart beat rapidly at seeing one of your favorite baseball players in front of you, and a bright smile spread across his handsome face as he looked up at you. Rosy strands of hair were mussed around his forehead from the wind, and he raised the hand he wasn’t using to hoist himself up to caress your cheek. It was rough and calloused from the sport, but the touch was unexpectedly gentle.
“If he won’t kiss you, can I?”
The crowd was going wild, whistling and chanting ‘kiss him!’ as you absorbed his proposal.
“Yes.” You breathlessly acquiesced, laughing at his valiant efforts.
His smile widened at your answer, and he carefully grasped the side of your face before pulling you down into a tender kiss.
Although you were wholly unprepared, the kiss felt strangely familiar. His lips were devastatingly soft, and the uproar of the stadium became more distant as you both surrendered to the deepening kiss. It was as if you had been waiting to kiss each other your whole lives, and as the seconds slowly ticked by, you decided that you would never not want to be kissing him.
When you were nearly out of breath and forced to break apart, Yuji stared at you in awe, his light brown eyes helplessly fanning over your face and settling on your mutually dazed expression.
“Oh wow.”
The ruckus of those in the rest of the stands was deafening, and you turned to witness your date storming off.
“Woops, didn’t mean to make your boyfriend mad.” Yuji winced.
“Not my boyfriend, just a bad blind date.” You quickly interjected, spinning back to meet his hopeful gaze.
A mischievous grin crossed Yuji’s features as his coach began yelling at him to get back to the dugout in time for the next inning.
He ignored the shouts, clicking his tongue, “That so? Can I get your number then?”
You thought for a moment before coyly pressing a finger against his forehead, “When you win the game.”
He smirked without another word and jumped back down to the field, dusting his hands off and promptly returning to the bench.
The game ended with the Sorcerers scoring 10 to 2 against the Curses and your number tucked into Yuji’s back pocket.
Your phone animatedly buzzed as you made your journey back to your car, and you guessed he had texted you as soon as he made it into the locker room. Butterflies filled your stomach as you glanced at your phone, your heart squeezing at the message displaying on the screen.
Hey, it’s Yuji! You should come to the next game, I think your kisses are lucky :) Let’s try that new restaurant on main street after?
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End Notes:
This is superrr short and sweet but ack I l o v e it!! I like couldn’t stop thinking about this scenario and thought Yuji would be perfect for it :) I love him💞🥰🥰
Once again, these are my thoughts, how I headcanon these characters in these situations :D I'm sorry for not writing for some characters, I don't want to write a character I don't know well enough to 'portrait' their persona to a situation. I like adding Mahito to these because it's perfect opportunity to add some crack/fun.
Genre- Fluff, 1 Smut
Includes: Yuji, Megumi, Gojo, Nanami, Toge, Geto, Mahito, Choso, Nobara + Gojo x Reader x Geto & Yuji x Reader x Megumi
CONTENT WARNINGS ! : An implication to a gore-ish thing because Mahito (No details nor explicit description tho), Sex at the end because Toji (No genitals or gender mentioned at all, fully gender neutral!), Poly relationships (Geto x Gojo x Reader & Yuji x Reader x Megumi)
100% Gender Neutral!Reader
Minors pretty fkn please Do Not Interact with posts or blog, ok? :D
𝐘𝐮𝐣𝐢- Has you wrapped in a blanket with him with hot cocoa (or other nice beverage of your choice) while you watch fireworks from the window. Will first kiss your cheek, then wish you a happy new year and after you wish him so too, he kisses you sweetly.
𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢- You two are home, dressed all cozy and cuddling, maybe watching the fireworks too. Two minutes before midnight when you suggest the kiss, he first huffs and slightly rolls his eyes and agreeing. He doesn't want to admit that he likes the idea of it, but it becomes clear he does during the kiss.
𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨- So so so much wants that perfect selfie of you two kissing with fireworks on the background.
𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢- You both are at a nice restaurant, in a bit more secluded area, sitting next to each other, holding hands and sipping wine. Nanami leans over to you and kisses you, in a way embarrassed of doing it at the same time as every other couple, even though there's not tables that near you.
𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞- He is beaming and so excited, the calm boi is gone. He can't get enough of fireworks and almost forgets to kiss you 😭 but makes up for it by hugging you tightly and kissing you with so much love and then peppering your face with pecks.
𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨- You two were already exchanging little kisses back and forth and when the year changes he tackles you down (whether you are at home in bed or on cough or outside, into the snow you go) and deeply (tries) kisses you while you both laugh.
𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐨- Is wondering different ways to experiment with humans and those firework thingies... 🤦♂️🤦♂️🤦♂️
𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨- You're outside watching the fireworks. You tell him about new year's kiss, and he thinks it's cute. So when the time comes, and he sees others kissing their s/o s, he turns to you, cups your face with his big warm hands and kisses you softly.
𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐚- Your outfit game is on point! She is going for that perfect photo too, but before or after the actual new year's kiss.
𝐘𝐮𝐣𝐢 & 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢- It was hard to decide what to do because Yuji wanted to go outside to have fun and Megumi wanted to stay inside and chill. Finally coming to agreement of taking a stroll outside first and then cuddling up with snacks and hot drinks. Then came the 'who gets to kiss you first' problem. (I cannot come up with solution 😭 so end it how you want.)
𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 & 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨- You're being hugged from behind by Geto while you both laugh at Gojo launching fireworks and having the time of his life. When round of applause, shouts of joy and increased amount of fireworks come, Gojo and Geto try to both kiss you at the same time, resulting in an awkward three-way kiss 😅.
NSFW HEADCANON (the last one)
𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢- Is fucking you from behind already, when the clock hits 00.00 he takes hold of your throat and pulls your back to his chest, then grabbing your face, tilting it back and messily kissing you. Pushing his tongue in your mouth, licking yours and sucking it into his. Growls "Happy new year babe" in the filthiest way possible into your ear and delivering a slap to wherever his hand was roaming on your body.
Happy New Year Everyone!
It probably was mostly bad year (sorry im not the most positive person but i try) for the big obvious reason, but surely there is more than few good memories. My year went by fast and slow, shit year yes, but I also got a dslr which brings happines and greatfulness at least once in a weak! And I became an adult in march, the only good thing about is being able to read/write/interact with nsfw content lmao.
Summary: you’re from Latin America and end up moving to Japan (cause your whole family is fucking dead hehe sorry). You feel sad and homesick but Itadori tries his best to cheer you up.
Warnings: I’d say none?
a/n: just to clarify, I am from Latin America and I know not everyone here is loud and touchy but I am and this was kind of a self inserted fic cause I feel that if I had to move to Japan it’d be really hard to get used to the people and their culture in general. Like japanesse people are known for being closed off and distant mostly because they’re very respectful and well behaved, whereas in Latin America people are more outgoing and kind of rude to be honest. Idk I think it’s an interesting contrast between these two cultures and Itadori has a bit of both and I love him so yeah enjoy (also I didn’t proofread this I’m very sorry)
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Being a foreigner student in Japan wasn’t easy, specially coming from a place like Latin America with such a different culture. When Gojo sensei found you in the middle of a loosing battle against a curse back in your country, you never would’ve thought he’d save you and take you with him to the other side of the world. You were grateful though, thanks to him you got to meet amazing people that understood what loosing everyone you loved was like. People who gradually became your friends and helped you through your hardest days without expecting anything back. But you still missed your home, the food, the music and the people. Your people. Sometimes those thoughts made you feel guilty, but you couldn’t help but feel left out whenever Noraba made a reference about a tv show they all used to watch when they were kids, or when Megumi flinched and run away anytime you got too exited and accidentally raised your voice. Yuji was a great cook and would often make you try new dishes to cheer you up, but japanese food tasted so different to what you were used to it sometimes wasn’t comforting enough. You weren’t having a bad time but you definitely weren’t the happiest you’d ever been. You craved touch and warmth, you wanted to go dancing without being self conscious and stay up till sunrise.
The closest person to you was Yuji. You met him a few months after your arrival in Japan, apparently he’d been out on a ‘secret mission’ or at least that’s what Gojo had told you. The pink haired boy greeted you with a big smile and a lot of questions, you were surprised by his outgoing and warm personality at first but you immediately became good friends. You loved being around Yuji, he’d always let you hug him and didn’t seem to be affected by your voice volume. He reminded you of an old friend back home so it wasn’t hard to open up to him and tell him about your mixed feelings towards the cultural crash.
“I can’t say I get it ‘cause I totally don’t, I wasn’t forced to leave my country and leave behind everything I’ve known my whole life to try and start a new life on the other side of the world” he said while grabbing his chin and looking at the ceiling “ and I don’t think there’s a way to make you feel completely at home, I mean I can try recreating your country’s traditional dishes but I don’t wanna ruin that for you”
You’d tried that before but you could never find the right ingredients and there was always something missing, leaving you with and empty space in your chest. It seemed like every time you tried to do things to keep holding on to your culture the more distant you felt, as if the life you knew was forever lost.
“That’s it! We can go to the festival!” the boy next to you jumped and you stared at him wondering what the hell he was talking about. “Noraba didn’t tell you about it?” You shook your head no “This weekend starts the Tanabata festival, it was a chinese tradition at first but we’ve been celebrating it for a while. There’s gonna be a lot of food, cute decorations around the city and… oh!” Suddenly he was in front of you grabbing you by your shoulders “ WE HAVE TO MAKE A WISH”
And that’s how you ended up borrowing one of Nobara’s yukata and headed to the festival, Yuji right next to you. As soon as he saw you wearing the traditional clothes his face lit up and he grabbed your hand, dragging you to what he described as the best place in earth. Some of the second year students decided to tag along but you lost them in the crowd.
Yuji was right, it was fun. He showed you around and bought you different types of food, you played games and he told you about the japanese traditions. You slowly realized that maybe you’d judged his people wrong. Seeing kids running around, couples holding each other, and the dumb idiot’s bright smile made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Yes it was a different country, and yes the people there could be distant and a bit close minded, but they were also very nice and respectful, full of wisdom and spirituality.
Apparently it was this festival’s tradition to write down a wish on a colorful paper strip (tanzaku) and tie it onto a bamboo branch. The color you chose held a meaning and directed your wish towards it’s destination. You chose red, representing gratuity towards your parents and ancestors. Yuji chose yellow but he didn’t tell you what the color represented.
“You know there’s a Japanese legend my grandpa used to tell me every time during this festival” He said while you two walked down a path and heading to a bridge “Aparently there used to be two lovers, a cowherd and a weaver girl, that lived by a riverbank in China a long long long time ago. Before knowing each other they dedicated their time to their respective jobs, but once they got married they’d spend so much time together that they completely forgot about them. The girls father got so mad that he split the two lovers apart and exiled the boy to the other side of the river.” He stoped walking and you realized you’d reached the bridge and the two of you were now standing in the middle of it. “The girl cried and begged his father to let them see each other one more time and he agreed, allowing the lovers to meet every 7th of July. But when the date came they realized there was no way of crossing the river, ‘cause you know there was no bridge and they apparently didn’t know how to swim or maybe the tide was too strong and it would’ve been dangerous to…” he started rambling on about the possible ways the couple could’ve seen each other and you couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh, making the boy blush. “Anyways, a bunch of birds I don’t remember what type exactly but they helped the girl cross the river and she was able to meet his lover. Now we throw our bamboo branches to the river so they reach the sea and the gods can find them and read our wishes, hopefully they’ll make them come true.”
“It’s a beautiful story” he nodded and kept looking down at the river. Together you threw your branches and watched them get carried away downstream by the current.
“My wish was yellow, it represents friendship. I usually choose the red paper like you did, I like to make wishes for my parents and my grandpa.” You listened intently, he rarely spoke about his parents. “This time I decided to be a bit selfish and wished for our friendship to last forever and for you to feel at home.” He turned to you and dug holes in your sole with his brown eyes.
You stood there silent, not knowing what to say or how to react. Your heart was beating fast and your eyes were getting wet, but there was this indescribable feeling beginning to settle in inside of your chest. Itadori moved closer to you and cupped your cheek with his cold hand, hot breath fanning over your face.
“I promise I’ll try my best to make you feel at home”
I really REALLY need a part 2 of hybrid tigers Sukuna and Yuji badly 🥹💖
Like, instead of them fighting over sleepy reader in their bed, how about making each other jealous? 🤔
That's all I have! Thank you for feeding us your fics and have a good day <3
TIGER BROTHERS YUJI AND SUKUNA
Cooley note: Part 1
Cooley note: Yall really liked that fic so who am I to say no hehe
Those boys are very unpredictable, but if there’s one thing certain about them, it’s that they’re highly competitive especially when it comes to you, their cute, lovely owner.
Yuji is the softer type. He doesn’t have to think when you’re around; he can just leave all the thinking to you. Despite being a tiger, he’s far more docile. Sukuna, on the other hand, is anything but. He’s stubborn about everything and thinks he can do everything by himself—though he usually can’t.
The two brothers always find themselves fighting or bickering about something, sometimes even shifting into their tiger forms just to have a tussle. They literally destroyed your entire house once because Sukuna was playing mind tricks on Yuji again.
“I bet they'll leave you behind for someone cuter and younger a tiger that behaves better.”
Those were fighting words for Yuji. Like I said, they’re very competitive, and jealousy is one of their favorite sports.
Yuji often lies on your lap, letting you pet his adorable pink-and-black fur as he purrs into your thighs. Sukuna, meanwhile, is seething because little Yuji keeps making faces at him, as if to say, “You wish you could have them pat your head.” To add salt to the wound, Yuji will nuzzle or lean into you even more.
“Damn it, brat, I know what you’re doing!” Sukuna will growl, only for Yuji to curl up into a little furball and get even closer to you.
“Master, Sukuna’s being mean to me again. I didn’t do anything wrong.”
He did, of course but since he’s the youngest, he gets away with it.
Sukuna has his own ways of making Yuji jealous, and they’re far more wicked than anything the young cub has ever seen. Instead of trying to act cute like his brother, Sukuna is fierce and protective.
When the three of you watch a scary movie together and you instinctively jump toward Sukuna, he’ll gently rub your back accidentally feeling you up (definitely on purpose) while whispering something low into your ear. He does care about your well-being, but he also loves seeing Yuji lose his composure. And it works every time.
Yuji has to keep up his cute, innocent cub act, because if he slips, you won’t treat him like a baby anymore and he won’t let that happen. Even when you’re giving him attention, Sukuna will make faces behind your back, mocking Yuji while the younger tiger tries not to pounce on him.
“You’re the worst,” Yuji growls, glaring furiously at him.
Sukuna just smirks. “What’re you gonna do about it, young blood?”
Moments later, the two of them are at it again tumbling and growling in the backyard.a
Summary: after the festival Yuji dances with you :)
Warnings: none just pure fluff
a/n: this is my happy place, welcome to heaven. Also this is supposed to be the second part of this fic but you don’t have to read that in order to understand this one. Enjoy.
This is the song you’re dancing to
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Once you decided to head back to the school the sun had already gone down and the starts shone bright above your heads. Even though it was late and most of the other students had already gone to bed, you were too happy and excited to call it a day. Luckily your favorite golden retriever boy was just as energetic as you.
“What do you wanna do?” He asked you while you walked around the buildings.
There wasn’t much to do honestly, the only people awake where probably you two and Megumi who hated being disturbed by yours and Yuji’s ‘annoying high pitched voices’. Once you reached the stairs Yuji sat down and watched you walk in circles while trying to think of something fun to do. Without realizing he started humming one of the songs he’d heard you play on your phone on repeat for the past week. The melody was sweet like honey and it gave him goosebumps every time he listened to it. Not even a second later you started humming along with him almost unconsciously, still trying to come up with an idea.
“I got it” Yuji said all of a sudden. You looked at him and raised your eyebrows in question. “Teach me how to dance”
Your face grew hot and your hands started to sweat. Even though you loved dancing you weren’t sure if you could make a good teacher, it’s not mike you were a professional.
“I don’t know Yuji, my dancing is not that good and the type of music I dance to is a bit… I don’t know it’s different from what you’re used to” memories of crowded clubs with loud music and bodies pressed together made their way to your head and you instantly knew you couldn’t teach him those dance moves.
“It’s okay, we can start with something easy. Just, whatever you feel comfortable with teaching me” his sweet smile was irresistible and you easily gave in.
“Let me think of a song we can dance to without making the old men freak out or getting bullied by Gojo”
“I’ve got one” he interrupted you and took his phone out of his right pocket to show you what song he was talking about. He pressed play and you instantly recognized it. Obviously there were non-dirty spanish songs you two could dance to without having to grind your ass against your friend, how stupid you were. Maybe it would be fun.
You positioned yourself in front of Yuji and taught him how to move his feet following your steps. You talked about connection between dance partners and the passion needed to express yourselves through your movements. Yuji took it seriously and soon enough he was grabbing you by the waist and staring into your eyes, his crooked smile making you want to smack your faces together right there and then.
You danced to the song again and again, replaying it about five times. His gaze was hypnotizing and the way he twirled you around and pulled you back made you believe he was trying to get you closer to him every time. His dance moves weren’t perfect and he still had a lot to learn, but he definitely was a natural dancer. After the sixth time you decided to stop and go to bed, promising you’d keep practicing the next day.
And just like you promised, you kept giving him dance lessons every night. You tried it once during the day but Inumaki and Panda made fun of you and started calling you lovebirds. Yuji didn’t seem to mind but you were smart enough not to let them keep talking in case someone even more annoying (ejem, Gojo) found out about your little sessions. You danced to a different song every night to try and teach him different types and ways of dancing, but the first song you danced to remained his favorite. On your sixth night Yuji asked to dance to it again, just like the first time. You two started off smoothly, already used to each other’s bodies, but there was something different in Itadori’s eyes this time. Usually he’d never look away from you, it was almost weird and intimidating but this time he was scanning your whole face. Eyes roaming from your eyes to your cheeks to your neck to your lips to your eyes again. You were about to ask him what was up but where cut off by his voice once you reached the chorus.
“Dime tu… dime tu a quien besarás” he wasn’t a good singer but that didn’t matter, he was singing in your language, he had learned the lyrics to a song in a language he didn’t speak and he was singing it while dancing with you “Cuando el sol caiga del cielo y deslice por tu pelo” his grip on your waist tightened and his face got closer to yours. Your heart was beating so fast you were sure he could hear it, and you must’ve seemed shocked or flustered by his actions cause all he could do was smile smoothly. “Dime tu… dime tu a quién besarás” And as if that wasn’t enough to break your brains and drive you crazy, he leaned it and sang the last words of the chorus next to your ear “Yo te elijo a ti”
