day 847383782 with no yoonchae fic im slowly losing my sanity where are they💔 PLEASE FIC WRITERS, GIVE ME A 100K WORD FIC SLOWBURN ENEMIES TO LOVERS YOONCHAE FIC AND MY LIFE IS YOURS
tags: bimbo!reader; ditzy!reader; established relationship; bf!yuji; blackfem!reader; kissing;fluff; headcanon (lmk if I forgot anything)
pairing. Yuji Itadori x fem!reader
a/n- this is my very first piece of fiction! I apologize if it’s not up to standard. I hope to improve in the future. Enjoy <3
Bf!Yuji who is completely enamored with you. The kind of enamored where his eyes automatically find you in every room and soften the second they do. He listens to you like everything you say is important, even when you’re rambling about makeup shades, the latest fashion trends or cute desserts. To him, you’re the sweetest thing in his world and he never lets a day go by without making sure you know it.
Bf!Yuji who is composed and incredibly gentle with you, almost as if you were a precious porcelain doll. Handling you like something so rare, so delicate. His hands are always warm and careful at your waist, his voice softer when he speaks to you. Even when he’s strong enough to take down curses without hesitation, with you he moves slowly afraid he might bruise something as precious as his favorite girl.
Bf!Yuji who gives you his undivided attention when you run to him like a lost puppy and climb into his lap. He gently caresses your thigh, giving you reassuring nods and soft hums to let you know he’s listening as you rant about your favorite M.A.C lip liner being discontinued.
Bf!Yuji who takes a detour after his mission the next day, heading to the nearest Sephora and buying out the entire stock of your favorite lip liner.
Bf!Yuji who walks home content, a soft smile creeping onto his face just imagining your excited squeals when he presents you with the Sephora bag.
Bf!Yuji who is welcomed home after a long, exhausting day of curses and sorcery by the sweet aroma of cookies baking in the oven and the even sweeter presence of his darling princess.
As he makes his way down the hallway toward the kitchen, he’s greeted by the warm scent of cookies, his favorite. And Yuji knows his princess well enough to realize you made his favorite kind on purpose.
“Yuu! Welcome home, papa!” you call out delightedly, a wide smile stretching across your plump, glossed lips.
His gaze lowers to you, dressed in a beautiful pink dress. It’s undeniably you. The fabric is soft and sheer, frilled at the hem, and skin tight hugging your body in all the right places. The neckline dips just enough to reveal a hint of your soft bronzed skin without being too revealing.
“Cupcake…” he breathes, momentarily taken aback by the beautiful sight in front of him as he walks toward you.
It’s nothing new, nothing out of the ordinary yet every time, you somehow steal the very air from his lungs.
You extend your arms upward, and he engulfs you in a long, warm hug.
Yuji buries his face in the crook of your neck, greeted by the sweet gourmand scent of your perfume. He instantly relaxes, nearly melting into the affection. He presses feather light kisses along your collarbone as his hands rest gently at your waist.
“Missed you, baby,” he murmurs against your soft, warm skin.
When he pulls back, he places a tender kiss on your forehead, brushing a curl of your thick hair out of your face. You look up at him through your long lashes, eyes wide and hopeful, your expression soft.
“I made your favorite baby, snickerdoodles,” you say excitedly, turning with a playful sway toward the stove. You present him with a plate of freshly baked, perfectly golden cookies.
Cooking wasn’t exactly your strong suit, and Yuji knew that. He didn’t mind, he actually preferred handling most of the cooking himself. He was quite skilled in the kitchen. You usually stuck to baking, always scrolling through the internet for recipes like “cute desserts,” “yummy sweet treats,” and “healthy no-sugar treats.”
“All for me?” he gasps dramatically.
You nod with a small smile.
“Yup. All for papa,” you emphasize.
His gaze softens as he reaches for the Sephora bag.
“An exchange of goods, huh?”
You gasp excitedly and bounce slightly, nearly dropping the plate in your hands. You quickly trade items before rushing to the kitchen island with your newly acquired treasure, your house heels clicking softly against the wooden floor.
You peek into the bag, and your eyes widen in disbelief.
“Yuu! You didn’t!” you squeal, pulling out a handful of M.A.C lip liners in your favorite shade. You wave them around excitedly, rambling about how you now have enough to last a lifetime, maybe even turn into a family heirloom.
He watches you, completely enamored, eyes soft and full of affection, already knowing he’d clear out every Sephora in the city if it meant seeing that smile again.
thank yuu so much for reading! feel free to criticise, ill do my best to improve x
♡ Synopsis- You’ve been watching your nerdy otaku boyfriend game for hours, so you get his attention another way !
♡ warnings- EDGING, overstimulation, stomach bulge, CREAMPIE, your otaku boyfriend, Naruto underwear, SMUT, piv. (lmk if I missed any)
♡ word count- 2.7k
♡ A/N - I really liked this fic, here’s a little something for thanksgiving, fun fact- inspired by otaku gojo.
♡ Minors do not interact ♡
You’ve been watching your nerdy otaku boyfriend game for hours.
Flipping through your vogue magazines, he’d bought for you to occupy your time with. Hearing the crunchy sound of paper flipping back and forth for a good 30 minutes now—Sitting in his spread lap. He’s playing some game called variant? Or was it called Valorant? You don't remember anymore, you’ve seen him play so many games—you don’t even know when he’s switched over to a new one.
You were bored out of your mind. Usually he’d give you as much attention as you want. Doing anything you’ve asked of him, without a second thought in his little hentai filled mind. But when he was in his gaming mode, there was no stopping him from playing until he was satisfied.
Sometimes he’d teach you how to play, not wanting you to have nothing to do—but the only game you knew how to play was roblox, it was the easiest game you could comprehend, and you didn't hurt Your long blinged out nails from pressing the keys too hard, you could go as slow as you want. you liked buying robox—robux for your little cube character to dress up, and playing the princess game royal high. You started playing the game so much—he made you an account.
You’ve been waiting for him to finish playing variant so he could set up the game for you and help you play, but he’s been too—what was the word called? occupied…. You roll your eyes at the thought.
“You suck so much ass, just log out bro”
Your boyfriend yelled into his mic, he was clicking the keyboard so hard. It made your body jump up from his arms moving so much over you. The clacking noises irritated and overwhelmed you. He was playing so rough you’d occasionally jump up on his lap.
“Baby, when’s it my turn to get on the game…..” you whined and pouted, trying to get his attention, lips glossy—jutted out. You even leaned your tits onto his desk, making them look nice and squishy. You didn’t get a response from him, not even a glance. Focused on the pixels on the lit up screen. Usually he’d be all over you—poking your tits out. He seems really distracted today, you hummed at the thought as he continued to yell obscenities into the microphone.
Suddenly an idea popped into your mind….
You knew how much he liked it when you dressed up as his little anime characters. You didn’t know what the appeal was, but it still did the job getting him easily horny and aroused. Sometimes he’d be so hard he’d spill in an instance when you’d bat your pretty lashes, and pout your lips. It always worked.
He’d bought you so many costumes to the point where some of it had to stay in his closet, usually you’d throw a fit about wearing the wigs and outfits, because of how itchy the fabric were but he’d always promised you a shopping spree after you’d dress up, along with photo shoots.
You shivered and rolled your eyes at the thought of the photo shoots. He’d have you pose for hours getting the perfect angles—his favorite poses. Just to get them done professionally, he’d be the only one laying eyes on them and hanging them up on the walls. His apartment is practically filled with merchandise of you—and his little cartoon figurines combined together.
You thought it was a waste of money and it could have been put to funding another birken bag, but hey, it was something he enjoyed doing, and you wanted your baby to be happy too.
You climbed out of his lap hoping it wouldn’t get too much of his attention, wanting to catch his eyes at the perfect timing just so you could deny him in the end…. You smiled at the thought. You were so smart for coming up with this idea. You were totally getting off at the thought of edging him.
You tiptoed over to his closet. Opening the closet door, you noticed there weren't a lot of options—most of the outfits being at your dorm. You searched through the options nevertheless hoping to find something good, although the options were limited you spotted a K-Angel outfit, it was a game you watched him play a while back and you thought the cartoon girl was pretty cute.
The outfit was something he’d recently bought as well. You pulled out the two toned wig and pastel uniform from the closest. It was perfect—your boyfriend had been such a gamer boy today, it was only right you’d be the streamer girl.
You hold the wig and outfit close into your arms as you tell your nerdy boyfriend that you're going to the bathroom, he still doesn’t seem to hear you. You roll your eyes at his behavior, sauntering down the hall to go change into the bathroom. Once you finish changing and managing to get the wig on. You change up your makeup style.
Satisfied with your looks.You walk back into his nerdy haven of a room.You notice that he’s still playing variant. You walk over normally, and plop down onto his lap
He doesn’t notice you yet, still focused on his game. Fingers are still clacking on the keyboard roughly. “hah… fucking online daters—I solo all of you, yeah?”
You began to grind against his clothed legs, trying to alleviate the wetness in your cunny—all the degrading talking he’s been doing all this time starts to get you off. He never talks like this—you thought it was sexy. He ignores the feeling of you grinding against him. He chalks it off as you getting uncomfortable in his lap and trying to adjust yourself for being there too long.
You grind a little harder, the friction of your rough grinding against his clothed leg sends electric shots to your throbbing clit through your clothed panties. “Haa… oh fuuuck—that, ahg… feels s’good~♡!” He hears your pretty high pitched moans, and finally locks eyes with you. He immediately feels himself grow underneath you.
Shit, you looked so fucking cute. You were only grinding, yet you already looked so fucked out already. Rubbing your cute round ass against him—thighs looking so huge and squishy in those thigh highs—looked like you came right out of one of his hentai mangas. He finally began to realize how much you need him—need his attention.
You never willingly got into the cosplays he wanted you to wear unless you were promised another handbag, or some crazy shopping spree at the mall. so you in that cute k-angel cosplay almost had him busting into his pants right then and there. He needed to contain himself—to feel your sweet cunt wrap around him like a snake, that was way better than cumming now.
“Fuck baby…. you feel s’good rubbing your cute ass against me.”
Players in the game heard your sweet little moans, and he swears he heard one of them congratulate him on finally being able to pull. Your boyfriends face flushes—the tips of his ears growing red, embarrassed. You stuck your tongue out. maintaining eye contact with your nerdy boyfriend, trying to seduce him—bait him into touching you.
Your pretty ass starts to dry hump against him. The chair gets squeaky, rocking with the weight of the both of you on it. He gets a full blown boner from your humping. The tent in his pants growing— Getting too tight. He leaks precum, growing a patch of wetness onto his pants. You bounce atop of him more, trying to keep the friction in your cunny going.
He tries to wrap his arms around your waist, to gain control of your speed—You weren’t having it though. Immediately slapping his arms away. “no touching or I’ll stop” you said in a bratty tone, or so he thought.
Even though he wanted nothing more than to spear you on his cock he sure as hell listens to you though, trying his best not to lift you up for a better angle and taking control of you. He didn’t want the pleasure to stop—He took what you gave him.
He whines into your shoulder, having thrown your head back to give him better access to mark up and suckle on your neck. Like a puppy being deprived of his favorite toy. “C’mon, s’not fair baby…. You know I can’t survive without slurping you up.” He frowns into you, hips grinding up into you to meet your clumsy, sloppy, thrusts into your clothed cunt.
“You should've… agh~ paid more—attention to…hahh~ to me !” You say hazed and dazed out. Having felt yourself getting too close to the edge you had enough of the grinding. You decided to pull his grey sweat pants down, his underwear coming down along with his pants. Your otaku boyfriend immediately feels the fresh air hitting his aching cock the minute it’s freed from his naruto patterned underwear. You cringe for a second, but continue nevertheless.
You wrap your pink long nails along his cock, adjusting yourself so you are directly above it. You pull your silky pink panties to the side—rubbing him back and forth against your silky slit, making your slick gather along his veiny cock. You felt so good rubbing against his him.
“ahh—shit…. Baby, j’st wanna… Ngh~ put it… into your sweet—sweet, cunny….. already~♡!”
He could’ve sworn that he was already inside of your succulent cunt. But he felt you continue to slide back and forth against him—slick making obscene noises. You felt his meaty cock almost enter into your hole and you swear you let out the loudest mewl.
You could feel the vibrations going through your clit. You finally decided to sheath his cock inside of you. You hear your baby whimper loudly. His twitching hands not knowing where to go. He still wanted to follow your rule but fuck you were making it hard for him.
You glance at the bright computer screen, little characters running around. “C’mon baby don’t you wanna—ngh~…. Play the game?” You look behind your shoulder—to see sweat dripping from your baby’s face. You moved your hips a little more—teasing him. He whimpered into his arm, to keep from too much noise coming out.
You put a finger to your lips in a ‘shh’ motion. He was clearly struggling to contain his fantasies. Knowing this, You bounced a little harder against him to fully sink your glistening cunt onto his girthy cock.
He might not look like he gets bitches. But fuck, his dick was 11 inches…. !
The obscene noises made you both even hornier for each other, his cock making
fap fap fap noises into your cunny and your cunt continually squelching and squeezing against him made it feel like fucking heaven. He was so grateful he was able to get a tight cunt like yours. He never wanted to leave it !
He swears his brain turned to mush—hazy and sluggish. All he could grasp about reality was how your sweet gummy walls were squeezing his cock. It was like she had a mind of her own, joyous and happy at the feel of him inside of her, like she personally took a liking to his cock. Just sucking him in like a vacuum.
“Oh fuuuck baby—I can feel… hgn~ feel you—ahh~… inside me…..feels s’gooood~♡!” You felt like you were on cloud 9, as if it was Black Friday, hearing those sales go 80% off, your eyes were dilated—rolled back. Feeling his cock fuck into you—veiny, and girthy, bulge very noticeable in your tummy— You would’ve thought you were 3 weeks pregnant.
He moaned hard hearing your pretty voice, you were like a siren, luring him to drive deeper into your cunt with your pretty moans.
You feel him grind his hips up to fuck into you faster, you felt so fucking good, but you had to stop, the plan was to edge him till he felt like doing anything you asked and you weren’t too fucked out not to forget how he was ignoring you.
You slow down your bouncing. You knew your cunny was gonna try to hold on to him as much as she could, but you had to put yourself first….
He whimpered into your neck, hands still holding onto the desk. He was frustrated. Almost having come into your sweet cunt, like a sneeze he couldn’t get out— huffing and puffing leading up to it. He practically begged you. To let him cum
“Please mommy, can’t— I can’t…. mhm~ take it, anymore… need y’so bad ahg…need you rlly bad mommy, need you….pleasse—please—plsss~♡!” This was music to your fucking ears, he was so desperate, he even called you mommy. This was his first time calling you something like that. You flushed hard. You didn’t know your otaku boyfriend being needy and whimpering could be so fucking sexy.
“Promise— haah~ promise ….. you’ll listen— gahh~ to me~♡!” You say, although you were going slower, the feeling of him in your cunt still got you going. “Fuck baby— anything you, mhmm~ need….anything you ask for !” He promised to pay attention to you from now on. You smirk at the declaration. “Pinky promise~?” You muttered, out of breath. “P-pinky promise…” you reached back to intertwine fingers with him.
“Take control baby~!” Upon giving him the green light he didn’t let any second go to waste. He grabbed onto your hips, and rammed you onto his cock. Strands of his hair plastered to his forehead. The bounce of your tits, the jiggle in your hips—recoiling. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull. Fap fap fap. You can feel his hips twitching. He was fucking up into you. Hard. He was clearly Pent up. It wasn’t gonna take much for you to cum.
He thought you looked so hot in that k-angel outfit. Everything was practically still on, just with your pink silky panties twisted to the side. One of your thigh highs were Down and the other was still up, giving him a view of your jiggly thighs. The long pigtails in your hair moving and bouncing along with his thrusts p, it was sending heat to his cock.
“Ahh~ … shit baby, m’gonna—gonna cum, please cum in me—please baby, need it, need your seed…. in me mhnm~♡!!! Upon saying the magic words You swear he pounds into you faster, hips slamming and stuttering into you like a hammer. Your drool drops onto your bouncy tits. You felt so fuckimg good.
You felt his lips latch and suckle onto your neck, you were feeling so many sensations, the slam of his hips, the bounce of your tits, and his hand rubbing on your clit. Your hips stuttered as you orgasmed on his cock. You felt your cunt squelch as he continues the pace, fucking your droopy cum back into you, as he chases his own orgasm.
His cock uncontrollably twitches inside your cunt—overwhelmeimg you—making you feel good, despite cumming already.
"Y-you, feels so— i– ah—! ohh... shit, fuck… g’unna come… agh.. g’nna—fill you up~♡!” He felt his cock tighten up as he finally came into your overwhelming heat of a cunt. Of course your cunny sucked him dry in return.
You finally relax and slump against him. Feeling his sticky seed slosh around your tummy—he fucked it into you. Your tummy’s gonna be feeling full for some time. You just hope you’re able to clean all of the cum good enough—luckily you were on the pill.
His gaming chair was a sticky mess from the both of you. Your nerdy boyfriend gets a clean wet rag to clean the both of you off.
“Still up for playing roblox?” You nodded your head, still a bit hazy from your orgasm—the thought of playing around with your cube character still up for fun though.
“Fuck, I should take some photos of you—you look so fucking cute right now.” He muttered to himself. Your boyfriend reaches over to the computer monitor to set up the game. Only to realize that the server he was in before was still running.
Fuck, his mic was still on too… he’s pretty sure those degernates have already gooned to your voice.
Maki and reader with their scars again. (Reader also has scars but nothing compared to Maki’s).
Let Me Help | Maki Z.
In which: Maki stumbles across you wrapping your scars
Months after the Shibuya incident and your reunion with your girlfriend Maki, you two finally settled down and moved in together. Maki had plans to keep fighting, but right now she had to focus on healing her scars and so did you. You had long, huge cuts along many parts of your body, but it was nothing compared to the burns Maki had suffered.
Maki had left around forty five minutes ago to buy you two take out. You utilized that time to clean and rewrap the cuts on your leg, stomach, and arms. You were so engrossed in the process you didn’t even hear her come in.
“The pho place threw in an extra sweet and sour soup, must be the scars—oh.” Maki stopped in the doorway when she saw what you were doing. For some reason, she took your scars more serious than hers. She hated seeing you hurt and would put her life back on the line once again to rid you from the pain of those cuts.
“Oh, hi, Maki.” You smiled. “Got the food?” You nodded towards the takeout bag. Maki abandoned those bags at the threshold and crossed over to you.
“You should’ve let me do it. I don’t want you over exerting yourself.” She scolded lightly. You rolled your eyes, but let her take the reins.
“I can do it myself, you know? In that case you should let me wrap yours.” Maki scoffed.
“You already did today. Okay, all done.” Maki wrapped your arm up, then she stood back up and went back to the doorway and grabbed the takeout. She handed you your food and took hers for herself.
“Yours are looking better.” You noticed, opening your soup. Maki looked over herself, the burns that tattered her body all over didn’t make her feel the most confident, but you did your best to praise her the best you could.
“They still have a long way to go. I don’t think they’ll ever look good.” She sighed, sounding defeated.
“Hey,” you grasped her chin gently. “Your scars are the better between us two. And they show how strong you are— how resilient you are. If I have to tell you that every day I will cause it’s true.”
Maki looked anywhere but you for a second, she always got shy when you told her how strong and beautiful she was. “Well the same goes for you, you know? Yours are badass.”
“Yes, I know. But it’s not about me. It’s about you.” You smiled softly, leaning over to fix her wide framed glasses. “You’re one of the strongest people I know, hands down.” Finally, a smile graced her lips, she began to believe your words.
“What would I do without you, hm? My little cheerleader.” She pressed a kiss to your cheek as you nuzzled yourself under her arm gently.
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