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۶۟ৎ 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘-𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 | yuuji itadori x reader
゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ Syn : yuuji just looooves when you get back from work, he just can’t help but press his nose into your neck and smell all of your days adventures on you.
tags : dog!hybrid yuuji , , yuuji is over the age of 18 , needy yuuji , scenting , clingy boyfriend activities , yuuji is not traumatised by the jujutsu world , reader’s gender is not explicitly stated , fluff , ever so slightly suggestive.
notes : Thank you for your request! I was a liiitle stumped for this one, but i hope you like what I’ve come up with.
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Yuuji always knew the time you were going to be arriving home, either by pattern recognition of time, or smelling the hint of sweetness that wafts into the air whenever you’re near. It was lightened with an undertone of vanilla, but otherwise pretty neutral in nature, a soft musk that was distinctly yours. And something about yuuji, he looooved your scent. Especially in the afternoons when your body spray had worn off and it loosely clung to your clothes.
Tail thumping against the couch cushions, he mutes the show he was watching and eagerly approaches the door just as it swings open to reveal you shuffling through the door with your bags in hand.
another thing yuuji loved about you coming home from work, is that you always have this disheveled look to you. Hair ever so slightly tousled, looking like you’ve run your fingers through it too many times today from the amount of striking phone calls you’ve had to endure. You worked a standard office job, something in sales—if he remembers correctly. It paid well, with the price of your energy and patience in turn.
You fixed him with a half lidded stare, a softness warring in your chest.
”yuuji.” You murmured the soft greeting, allowing him to take your bags and put them off to the side for now, where you’d probably come back and reorganise them for tomorrow. With aching shoulders and stiff limbs, you carefully slid off your shoes and set them by the door.
He’s back on you the moment your bags are placed down. Swallowing back a sigh, you let your eyes flutter shut as he unties your hair from the up-do you keep it in all day. Fingers massaging through your scalp, pressing tenderly against the crown of your head where he knows you have the most strain. A shiver rolls down your spine.
Nothing is said for quiet, aching moment. For that quiet time, you lean into his chest, forehead to his bicep, and just close your eyes and let the outside world melt away. All those stressful conversations over the phone, clients with a bigger ego than they rightfully should, and your boss who topples more and more work onto your plate because he knows you can handle it.
What a bunch of bullshit.
Yuuji senses your exhaustion and gently presses the pads of his fingers against your shoulders, loosely but firmly rolling through the stiffness. You let out a pleased groan and sink further into him. “Rough day?” He asks softly, pressing a kiss against your temple.
“yeah.” You sigh. “My boss told me last minute that I’ll be participating on a work project that’s due next week.” Even though your voice was muffled by his chest, his ears picked up on the annoyance. And he understood, to some degree. Yuuji never worked an office job so he wouldn’t know. “They had a month, a month, and they tell me now when there’s still so much left to do.”
yuuji presses a kiss to your cheek. “That sucks. Wanna lay down for a bit? I can give you a massage.” Without waiting for a response, he guides the both of you to the living room, awkwardly shuffling your body along until your knees back against the couch.
The premise of a massage is long gone when he lays you down on the couch, all gentleness and smoothing motions, and buries his face in your neck. Every press of his body fit snug against your own, like puzzle pieces perfectly slotted together as the last, drawn piece. Yuuji’s breath matched yours, his heartbeat resounding in your chest like it merged to be one with your own. And, you don’t find yourself that mad about the lack of his promised massage.
Not when his arms wrap around your waist, his warm breath fanning out across your neck. And especially not when he grazed ever so light kisses against your neck.
“You’re so clingy today.” You mused, running your fingers through his hair. He nipped your neck. “Yuu!” In retaliation, you yanked on a strand of his hair.
He laughs into your skin, smoothing over the playful bite with a kiss. “Sorry, sorry. I just missed you, you know? You’re always gone.”
With a sigh, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and rake your fingers along the nape of his neck. A shiver rolls through his body as he melts into you. “Okay, i guess you’re forgiven.” You drawl teasingly.
There’s a huff of amusement from him before the both of you settle into silence. Letting peace drape over the living room, listening to each breath, each skipped heartbeat. It was nice, spending your afternoons like this. Wrapped up in yuuji’s arms like he couldn’t be anywhere but here, with you, in the soundless evenings of your apartment.
His tail sways side to side in that lazy, content motion you’ve grown used to.
“You smell really good.” He mumbles in the quiet.
The distant honk of a car in the city streets spill through your sweet haven, the usual bustle of afternoon traffic making its way through.
“You say that every day.” You poke his cheek, but his expression is hidden in the crook of your neck. He releases a slow breath, inhaling deeply. A habit he’s grown to do ever since he started living with you, you guessed he liked knowing where you went. You don’t tell him, of course, but he figures it out through the foreign notes clinging to your skin.
“Okay, well you smell like that bakery down the road.” He lifts his head enough for you to see the scrunch in his nose and the way his eyes droop in that soft, tired way. “You know, the bakery i really like.”
“In my defence,” you laugh at his peeved expression. “My coworker brought me something.”
He raises further, and you choke on a breath when he puts a bit too much pressure on your chest in the process. Pausing, he looks at you to see if he’s really hurt you, but completely throws concern out the window when you bite back another giggle.
“Did you even think about me when you ate from the bakery i love so much?”
“Oh my go—Yuuji.” You swat his chest. “Stop being dramatic.”
He grumbles with an ever so present pout on his face. That was his favourite bakery, and you didn’t even think about him. How could you? He buries his face into your neck with the most dramatic huff you’ve ever heard.
“I’ll make you a deal, how about that?” You thread your fingers through his peachy locks once more.
“Mmn?”
“Tomorrow when i get off work, I’ll bring you something from the bakery. How about it?”
He instantaneously perks up, staring at you with a starry eyed gaze. “Really?? Say you promise!”
You grin. “I promise.”
And so, the next day after work, just as you promised, you brought back his favourites from the bakery down the road. He scoffed it down within seconds—to your complete and utter horror—but he was pleased nonetheless.
