#yuta boyfriend

[lilaccmilk]

ok but think about….men who get carried away when they kiss you. their breathing gets heavier, grip gets harder, and suddenly they cannot let go of your lips.

Pulling you back into them if you even think about pulling away. Air? Who is she? They kiss you like you’re the last breath of air on earth, kissing you like they’ve been drowning forever, and you’re the first gasp of air breaking through their lungs—a desperate, consuming need.

Their hands roaming over your body, keeping you in place, keeping you agonizingly close. You know that it will bruise, but you don’t mind. How can you when they’re kissing you with such fervor? You try and make some distance, but all you get is a warning nip in your lower lip. But oh, when their hands reach your face, they hold you so tenderly, like you’re a dream they’re afraid to let slip away.

And when it gets too much—their teeth pulling your lips, chasing after you in a guttural groan, you try to pull away. To just breathe, even if it’s for a second. But as soon as you do that they dive back in, pulling you flush against them, almost whimpering, mindless babbles.

“no no, no. pretty you don’t get to do that, don’t go away. come back here. i’m so, so fucking lucky to have you. so sweet, you’re so sweet for me.”

And then they finally pull away, a saccharine string of saliva connecting your lips to theirs. It’s honestly filthy, but all you can think about is breathing, and you’re breathing them in, their scent clouding your senses. Their forehead resting against yours and then they smile. They smile as if they haven’t completely mushed your thoughts.

“I love you, pretty girl.”

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Narrow the gap between you and me Our breath briefly touches, true up Faster in this sweet space- Taste // Lee Know, Felix, Hyunjin

Yuji Itadori, Yuta Okkotsu, Satoru Gojo, Rafayel & Sylus (L&DS), Ken Sato + your favs!

also: merman boyfriend (because duh.)

[anime-fluff-imagines]

JJK RANDOM BOYFRIEND TEXTS

warnings: sexual jokes, pictures of abs, and one of *clothed* boobs, swearing, death jokes, and 2016 jokes

Includes: Yuta Okkotsu, Megumi Fushiguro, Yuji Itadori, and Inumaki Toge

just a little heads up, the time stamps don't mean anything

[bunnyyyuu]

includes: f! reader, established relationship, pure fluff, toge mentioned!

yuuta does not have to spend any time getting ready in the mornings.

brush teeth, brush hair, style hair if it's really messy: that's all for him. he also gets up far before you, chucking when you whine as he slips out of bed for maybe twenty minutes.

he sits on the edge of your shared bed as you frantically speed around your room trying to rush your process. he’s smiling and blushing the most beautiful pink you’ve ever seen while you're grumbling about how he should've woken you up. truthfully, he should've, but then you'd just be mad that he didn't let you sleep in. lose-lose, he thinks.

he follows you when you disappear into the bathroom.

he watches how you purse your lips together and knit your brows as you apply your lip combo, how you flick your wrist to put on eyeliner with practiced ease, how you speed through the makeup process as you don't have extra time (hint hint: you do). he thinks you're beautiful without makeup, an absolute marvel of a woman who he’s racing to get down on one knee for, but he also thinks you're so talented—makeup’s an art form after all, and you are the painting and the painter.

he places a sweet hand on your shoulder when you wince while brushing your hair, a particularly annoying sleep-induced tangle tugging on your scalp.

he follows you like a lost dog when you speed walk back into the bedroom. he grins when you pause while grabbing your phone for the first time that morning.

6:00, the time read. you didn't have anywhere to be until 8:30. yuuta had told you you were about to be late when he shook you awake. he bites down a giggle when you stick the mental puzzle pieces together.

you snap around with amusement and exasperation written all over your face. you push gently on yuuta’s chest, it's mot meant to hurt him (not like you could anyway), just to get his attention. “okkotsu!”

shit, the last name? he’s done it now.

“what?” he smiles with an almost too convincing faux innocence.

truth is, yuuta had been gushing to inumaki about you a little too much yesterday. he was complaining on and on, all while inumaki nodded lazily, about how he never gets the chance to see you in the mornings, how you never get up on time, how when you are awake you're getting ready and then you have to go. he wasn't mad at you—he never is and never will be—just a little sad he didn't get an extended glimpse of you before heading to school. his friend scribbled down on a notepad, “just wake her up earlier dude.”

“she doesn't like to be woken up too early,” he pouted, “and, if i did, she’d just spend the whole time getting ready.” he felt at a loss, defeated, and inumaki pondered for a moment.

“tell her that it's a different time than it is when you wake he up. make her think she’s about to be late,” he wrote, holding up the notebook for yuuta.

why didn't he think of that?

“you know what!” you laugh a little.

he laughs right along side you, the sweet sweet sound filling your ears and making your heart swell even with the annoyance inside you. “i just wanted to see you more in the morning,” he admits, grabbing one of your hands and holding it between both of his.

you can't stay mad at him. even when you want to say something about how that's mean, how he should've just gotten you up normally, but yuuta’s just too cute.

you follow him back into bed with a small, begrudging smile. he envelops you in his arms. so warm, like yourown personal heater. you nuzzle against him, careful to not ruin your sloppy makeup job. he rubs your back with his big hands, almost falling back asleep as he holds you.

you could get used to this if you didn't have to wake up early.

[megantheestallion-ismypresident]

Me with JJk Men

[chwocolatte]

♪ 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓫𝓸𝔂 𝄞♭♪ . .

yūta okkotsu x reader ﾉ sfw — domestic fluff ﾉ features a sweet doting reader . . (⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ ·̭ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝) ﾉ reader is admiring yūta’s handsum self ( a hundie percent warranted hehe ) ﾉ lottsa lottsa smoochies between reader ‘n yūta . . ﾉ ‘princess’ used as a petname tew refer tew reader ﾉ vrrie yumeshippie coded ‘n self indulgent . .

ohhhh . . . nu words cld ﾉ possibly ﾉ b adequate enough tew describe da sheer gorgeousness of yūta . . i did try m’ vrrie best but .ᐟ .ᐟ he is simply tew beautiful fwor mi tew paint wif jus words alone . . (⸝⸝⸝ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ⌑ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀⸝⸝⸝) doesnt he shine sho pwettily ⭐️ .ᐣ

twinkling like a thousand stars, your eyes shine with a brilliance that could rival the cosmos, the universe itself. you are captivated within his gaze, the pools of cerulean that peer into your own. they hold abundant affection, the adoration evident in the way he regards you, the ardour a tangible thing.

gazing upon his visage, it's easy to lose yourself in the ethereal beauty that is his features. they are sharp, chiselled to perfection, a masterpiece of the gods, an effigy carved from marble. how could anyone compare?

yuuta may be considered average to some, but to you, he is a paragon of celestial splendor. he's the epitome of beauty, the pinnacle of perfection. a small pinch of his essence could send the most stoic of individuals into a frenzy, their minds clouded with the fervour that is him.

to put it simply, the young man is an angel in your eyes. an angel in every sense of the word. the term 'beautiful' fails to encapsulate the full extent of his splendor, the magnitude of his radiance and the depth of his ethereality. but it's all you have to describe him, and so you use it anyway, the adjective a pitiful attempt at expressing the immensity of your devotion.

“beautiful…”

the whisper leaves your lips in a reverent breath, and the sound of it causes the young man to flush a lovely shade of red, the tinge rivalling the vermillion hue of a rose. a shy smile plays at the corners of his mouth, and his teeth are a flash of pearly white as he laughs bashfully. the sound is melodious, a symphony of harmonies that reverberates throughout the room, the tune a cacophony of bells and chimes.

the flush reaches the tips of his ears, and the colour bleeds down the column of his neck, the sight reminiscent of a summer sunset. you can't help but reach out, the desire to stroke his flesh an undeniable pull. and so you do. your digits graze the planes of his visage, the contact feather light and delicate, a whisper against his skin. a lean in to your touch, a pause, a deep breath, and then…

he sighs contentedly, his eyes fluttering shut, the lids a curtain that shrouds his irises— twin windows to his soul. he leans further into your palm now, his profile nuzzling your hand, the gesture tender, loving. a silent plea for more.

and who are you to deny him?

mapping out the contours of his face, you commit each feature to memory, snapshots of him immortalised in your mind.

soft like a dream, his complexion is smooth beneath your fingertips, the texture akin to satin, the skin a silken sheet. his lashes are dark and full, a lush canopy of sable strands that fan out prettily, a feathered brushstrokes against his cheeks. they tickle you— oh, but not as much as the faint cupid’s bow that swiftly steals a kiss from your fingers does, a chaste peck that has you giggling like a fool. the sensation is fleeting, yet the effect lingers, leaving the pair of you smiling fondly.

it's a moment so intimate, the pair of you cocooned within a bubble of your own making, the rest of the world fading into obscurity that a part of you wishes to preserve it. to freeze time, to capture this precious fragment of life and etch it into your soul.

simple, yet exquisite, memories such as these are worth their weight in gold. they're treasures, and you want nothing more than to hoard them, to stow them away in the recesses of your mind, a gallery of cherished remembrances.

with a gentleness that speaks volumes of your feelings, your fingers dance until they meet their destination, the pad of your thumb brushing against his plump lower lip.

the flesh is velvety and inviting, and you can't resist the temptation. you give in, and, with a slight nudge, part his lips, your thumb slipping into the crevice, a small breach, before standing on your tippy toes, feet rising to meet him.

the miniscule space between the pair of you closes, and your breaths mingle, the air shared between your bodies, the heat radiating off of his person and seeping into your own. your nose is a hairsbreadth away from his own, the distance almost non-existent. and, in a moment so quiet and fragile, the tension so palpable it could be slit with a knife, you share a breath.

one, two, three… the beats pass in a pregnant pause. then, with a swiftness that belies his previous timidity, yuuta swoops down, taking your mouth into his.

confectionery sweet and sugar coated, the kiss is a concoction of love and longing, a decadent delicacy you can't seem to get enough of. the taste of him is a nectarine bliss, the sensation a pleasure akin to none. so special, so unique, you doubt there could be anything in this world that could compare.

you indulge yourself, drinking your fill, savouring the flavour of your loved one, the ambrosial treat a luxury. it's a sweet surrender, the submission a mutual one, gooey strings of honeyed saliva connecting the pair of you when you pull away, your bodies clearly unwilling to part.

however, the need for air wins out, and you reluctantly withdraw, the loss keenly felt. a whine, high pitched and petulant, escapes your throat— a child's tantrum, albeit an admittedly justified one.

the separation is a temporary one, though, and you're quickly pacified when peppered across your face are a barrage of kisses, the sticky film of his saliva sweeping over your skin as if to paint a picture. his mouth is an artist's brush, the tip dexterous as it dabs a mélange of imaginary pigments upon your features.

the final kiss lands squarely on your nose, a dot. the finishing touch makes the button twitch, the appendage quivering with a tingle, and the sound that leaves you is an amalgamate of laughter and giggles.

the pair of you are a mess, your visages smeared with the evidence of your affections. and, by the heavens, do you love it. the attestation of his infatuation is a badge of honour, the smudgy slaver a token of his regard. you don't dare to wipe it away. rather, you wear it with pride.

who could blame you? surely not him, judging by the grin he sends your way.

so dazzling, the beam is blinding, the brightness of it akin to that of the sun itself. it's a sight you would die a thousand times to behold.

"you really are the most beautiful boy, yuu.." the compliment tumbles from your mouth unbidden, truthful and raw. your words are nothing but an echo of your thoughts, an unconscious murmur of the musings that occupy your headspace.

"not as beautiful as you are, princess.. not even close." his response is immediate, spoken with that simper of his, the curl of his lips so pretty and soft.

in preparation for a protest, your mouth opens, the objection ready on the tip of your tongue, but a single finger to your lips is all it takes to silence you. a pout forms at the contact, the expression a puerile pucker.

"let me love you." the plea is a soft thing. "let me love you like you deserve. let me love you.. like you love me." yuuta repeats, a quiet request. his tone is a beseeching, the desperation written clear as day across his countenance. it's an entreaty that melts the last dregs of resistance left in you.

so, with a nod, you acquiesce.

you hear a suspire of relief, and then you're swept into the arms of a boy so in love, he's willing to do anything to show you just how much. and as you're carried off into the depths of his heart, the place that's reserved only for you, a singular thought occurs: perhaps, just this once, you'll allow him the win.

for a boy as wonderful as him, there's no harm in giving him the upper hand, is there?

[lobotomisa]

Soul Ties [ y. okkotsu x gn. reader ]

♡ྀིྀི⋆.˚ PAIRING: [Yandere] Yuta Okkotsu / Gender Neutral Reader

♡ྀིྀི⋆.˚ SYNOPSIS: Yuta wasn't the same after returning from Africa. What was going to be a little talk about boundaries changed into a lover's quarrel turned fatal.

♡ྀིྀི⋆.˚ NOTES: SFW?

The apartment felt different with Yuta back in it. It had been months since he'd returned from Africa, months since he'd been sent away on a mission that was supposed to last only a few weeks. You had missed him fiercely, ached for his presence in a way that surprised even you. And yet, the moment he walked through the door, something had felt… wrong.

At first, it was in the little things: the way he held you too tightly, his arms wrapping around you like a vice; the way his gaze lingered on you with a burning intensity, as if he were memorizing every detail, afraid that if he blinked, you would disappear. The way he asked endless questions—where had you gone, who had you seen, what had you done without him? It felt less like concern and more like interrogation.

"Yuta, it's okay," you had laughed, trying to ease the tension. "I'm not going anywhere."

But he hadn't laughed. His expression had been serious, almost haunted. "I can't lose you," he'd whispered. "Not again."

Now, standing in the kitchen, you felt the weight of his stare on your back as you tried to prepare dinner. Your hands trembled slightly as you chopped the vegetables, the knife slipping more than once. You could feel his eyes on you, a heavy, unblinking presence that made your skin prickle.

"Yuta," you said softly, turning to face him. "We need to talk."

He looked up from the table, where he'd been sitting with his hands folded, his dark hair falling over his eyes. "About what?" His voice was quiet, but there was an edge to it, a note of tension that hadn't been there before.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself. "About us. About how things have been since you came back."

His eyes narrowed slightly, and for a moment, you saw a flicker of something—fear, maybe, or anger. "What's wrong with us?" he asked, his tone defensive. "I thought everything was fine."

"That's just it," you said, trying to keep your voice calm, even. "It’s not fine, Yuta. You've been… different. Intense. I feel like you’re watching me all the time, like you’re waiting for something to happen."

His expression hardened, and he stood up, crossing the room in a few quick strides. "I’m just worried about you," he insisted, his hands reaching out to grasp yours. His touch was warm, but his grip was too tight. "I don’t want anything to happen to you."

You pulled your hands away, frustration boiling over. "Worried? Yuta, you're acting like I'm in constant danger! You don’t let me out of your sight, you barely let me breathe!"

His eyes widened, and for a moment, he looked genuinely hurt. "I’m trying to protect you," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You don’t know what it was like out there… what I saw… what I felt. I thought about you every day, every minute. I couldn't bear the thought of losing you."

"And I missed you too," you replied, your voice shaking. "But this… this isn't the way. You can't just come back and act like I’m something you need to lock away, like I’m some fragile thing that needs to be hidden."

Yuta's expression darkened, his jaw clenching. "You don’t understand," he said, his voice low, almost a growl. "I’m doing this because I love you."

You felt a surge of anger, your own frustration bubbling to the surface. "No, Yuta. This isn’t love—this is control. This is obsession."

His face twisted in pain, and his cursed energy flared around him, an involuntary reaction to his emotions. "You think I’m obsessed?" he demanded, his voice rising. "I’m not obsessed—I’m terrified! I’ve lost too much already. I can’t lose you, too."

The intensity in his voice, the raw desperation—it sent a chill down your spine. "Yuta," you began, trying to reach out to him, to calm him down. "I’m not going anywhere, but you can’t keep treating me like—"

"Like what?" he snapped, his voice sharp, cutting. "Like you’re mine? Because you are mine! You promised me, remember? You promised we’d be together."

You flinched at his words, the possessive edge to them. "I didn’t promise to be your prisoner," you shot back. "I didn’t agree to be locked away and suffocated because you’re afraid!"

His face twisted with rage, his cursed energy sparking again. The air crackled around you, heavy with tension. "Why can’t you just understand?" he shouted, stepping closer, his voice cracking with emotion. "Why can’t you see I’m doing this for you?"

"For me?" you repeated, incredulous. "Yuta, you’re doing this for yourself! Because you’re scared and you think you can control everything around you, including me!"

He took another step forward, his eyes blazing. "I’m not trying to control you," he insisted, but the way his hands shook, the way his cursed energy surged—it told a different story.

"Yes, you are!" you screamed, your own cursed energy flaring in response. "And I won’t let you!"

For a moment, everything was still. Then, Yuta moved. Fast. Too fast. His cursed energy lashed out like a whip, and you barely had time to raise your own defenses, blocking his attack with a shimmering barrier.

"Yuta, stop!" you cried, but he was lost in his own fear, his own desperation. "Please, just stop!"

But he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. His movements were frantic, uncoordinated, his attacks wild and filled with raw emotion. You countered, your own cursed energy pushing back against his, a desperate attempt to defend yourself, to get through to him.

"Why are you doing this?" you yelled, your heart pounding in your chest. "Why are you fighting me?"

"Because I love you!" he screamed back, his voice breaking with a mix of anguish and fury. "Because I can’t lose you! I won’t!"

His words cut through you, a knife to your heart. "Yuta," you whispered, tears streaming down your face. "You’re already losing me… you’re pushing me away."

For a moment, he faltered. You saw the realization flicker across his face, the fear, the regret. But then his eyes hardened again, his desperation returning. "No," he muttered, almost to himself. "No, I can’t… I can’t let you go."

Before you could respond, he surged forward, his cursed energy flaring to life once more. You reacted instinctively, readying your CT to meet his attack, but the force of his attack was too strong, too uncontrolled. There was a blinding flash of light, a surge of power, and then… pain.

You gasped, the breath knocked out of you as you felt something sharp, something burning. You looked down, your vision blurring, and saw blood—your blood, pooling around you, a blade sticking out. You heard Yuta's scream, a sound of pure horror, but it felt distant, far away.

"No, no, no," Yuta was sobbing, his hands hovering over you, trembling. "I didn’t mean to… I didn’t…"

Your vision darkened, your body growing cold. "Yuta…" you managed to whisper, your voice weak, fading. "Why…?"

He was crying, tears streaming down his face, his expression twisted in anguish. "I’m sorry," he choked out, his voice breaking. "I didn’t mean to… I was trying to… I was trying to keep you safe…"

But his words barely registered. You felt yourself slipping away, the world around you growing dim, distant. The last thing you saw was his face, twisted in pain, his eyes filled with a fear you’d never seen before. And then… darkness.

You weren't sure how much time had passed. It felt like an eternity, but also no time at all.

You awoke with a gasp, your body jolting back to consciousness with a force that left you breathless. The air around you felt thick, heavy, charged with a dark, oppressive energy. You felt cold, your skin prickling with an unnatural chill.

You blinked, your vision clearing, and saw Yuta kneeling beside you, his eyes wide, his expression a mix of relief and madness. "You’re back," he whispered, his voice filled with a twisted kind of joy. "You’re back."

You tried to move, but your body felt… wrong. Heavy, sluggish. You looked down and saw your hands, your skin pale, almost translucent, dark veins visible beneath the surface. And then you realized—you weren’t alive. Not truly. You had been brought back as a curse.

"No," you breathed, horror dawning on you. "What… what did you do?"

Yuta’s smile widened, his eyes bright with a feverish kind of excitement. "I brought you back," he said, his voice trembling with emotion. "I couldn’t live without you… so I brought you back. Now we can be together… forever."

You felt a wave of despair crash over you, your new cursed form reacting to the emotions swirling within you. You tried to speak, to scream, but the words caught in your throat. "No," you whispered, shaking your head, tears streaming down your face. "No, Yuta… this isn’t right. I’m not supposed to be here."

Yuta’s hands tightened around yours, his grip almost painful. "But you are here," he insisted, his voice fervent, almost pleading. "I made sure of it. I used every ounce of my cursed energy, every bit of myself, to bring you back. I need you. Don’t you see? We’re meant to be together."

Your chest ached, a hollow, empty feeling that spread through you like a poison. "You brought me back as a curse," you murmured, trying to pull away from him, but your body wouldn’t respond the way you wanted. "I’m not even human anymore… Yuta, what have you done?"

He shook his head, his expression frantic. "No, you’re still you! You’re still the person I love. This doesn’t change anything. It just means… it just means we have more time. We have forever now."

"Forever?" you echoed, a bitter laugh escaping your lips. "Yuta, this isn't a life. This is… this is a nightmare. You’ve trapped me in a body that isn’t even mine. I feel… I feel so cold. So… so lost."

He winced at your words, as if they were a physical blow. "I’m sorry," he whispered, tears spilling from his eyes. "I didn’t know what else to do. I couldn’t bear the thought of a world without you in it. I thought… I thought if I brought you back, we could be happy again."

"Happy?" you repeated, incredulous. "How can I be happy like this? I’m stuck here, bound by your curse. I never wanted this, Yuta. I never wanted to come back like this."

"But you’re here," he said desperately, cupping your face with trembling hands. "You’re here, and that’s all that matters. I’ll make it better, I promise. I’ll do anything, just… please, don’t leave me."

You could see it in his eyes—the fear, the guilt, the deep, consuming love that had driven him to this madness. He wasn’t thinking clearly; he hadn’t been since he returned. Whatever he’d seen, whatever had happened in Africa, had broken something inside him. And now… now you were the one paying the price.

"You brought me back," you whispered, your voice heavy with sorrow. "But at what cost, Yuta? What about my soul? What about my peace?"

Yuta’s face twisted with pain, and he shook his head again, more frantically this time. "No… no, don’t say that. You belong with me. Your soul… it belongs with me. I’ve loved you since the day I met you. I can’t let you go."

"But you already have," you said softly, feeling the weight of the truth settle in your chest. "You killed me, Yuta. And now you’re trying to bring me back, not for me, but for yourself."

He flinched as if you had struck him, and for a moment, you saw a flash of something dark and broken in his eyes. "I didn’t mean to kill you," he whispered, his voice raw with pain. "I didn’t mean to… I just… I couldn’t control it. I was so afraid."

You reached out, your hand touching his cheek. It was a strange sensation—your fingers felt distant, almost numb, as if they belonged to someone else. "I know," you said gently. "I know you were afraid. But you have to understand… this isn’t love. This is fear. This is possession."

"No," he breathed, shaking his head, his hands gripping yours tighter. "No, it’s not like that. I love you… I love you so much."

Tears filled your eyes, blurring your vision. "I know you do," you whispered. "But love isn’t supposed to feel like this. Love isn’t supposed to hurt."

Yuta’s face crumpled, and he pulled you into his arms, his body shaking with silent sobs. "I’m sorry," he choked out, his voice muffled against your shoulder. "I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I just… I just wanted you back."

You closed your eyes, leaning into his embrace, feeling the weight of his grief pressing down on you like a heavy shroud. You wanted to comfort him, to tell him that everything would be okay, but you knew that would be a lie. Nothing would ever be okay again.

As he held you, his cursed energy pulsed around you, a living thing that seemed to feed off his emotions. You felt it tightening around you like a chain, binding you to him, forcing you to stay. You tried to pull away, but the energy held you fast, refusing to let you go.

"Yuta, let me go," you whispered, your voice trembling.

He shook his head, his grip tightening. "I can’t," he murmured. "I won’t."

You felt a wave of panic rising in your chest, your new cursed form reacting to the emotions swirling inside you. "Yuta, please," you begged, your voice breaking. "You have to let me go."

But he only held you tighter, his cursed energy wrapping around you like a cocoon, suffocating, inescapable. "No," he whispered, his voice filled with a quiet, desperate resolve. "You’re mine… you’ll always be mine."

And as you felt the curse tighten its grip around you, pulling you deeper into the darkness, you realized with a sinking heart that he meant it. Yuta’s love for you had twisted into something monstrous, something that would bind you to him forever.

You were trapped—his, now and always, bound to him by a love that had become a curse.

You closed your eyes, feeling the tears slip down your cheeks, and whispered into the darkness, "What have you done to me, Yuta?"

But there was no answer. Only the silence of the room, the weight of his arms around you, and the endless, suffocating darkness that stretched out before you.

©️ LOBOTOMISA 2024! DO NOT COPY OR PLAGIARIZE MY WORK!

[phoxphenex]

hiiiii can i request boyfriend yuta texts🥲🥲

boyfriend yuta texts

[avianyuh]

Dating Yuta

Nakamoto Yuta

fuck

even his name is hot

first of all, he gives me protective boyfriend vibes

he'd be all over you in public and by public I mean in front of the members at the dorms or something

but I feel like if he was away he would make sure to FACETIME you, not text

you tried texting him once when he was away on tour and he hated not being able to see your face

he also says how he's with the most beautiful person ever and he needs to see you

blah blah blah

you know, he's sappy like that

he's a Scorpio and scorpio's are known to be very intense in relationships

but they're also known to be very committed and that's exactly what Yuta would be in a relationship

he'd be committed to you 100%

I also think he'd be very honest with you

would love to just sit in bed with you and talk for hours

if you weren't from there or familiar with the country, he'd tell and teach you all about Japan

talk about his childhood

I think he'd also teach you how to play soccer

even if you weren't sporty, he'd take you to the gym with him lmao

but you'd go anyway because sometime's he works out shirtless

and holy fuck is he hot

{have y'all seen his tattoo????? AGGGGHHHH}

anyways

you know what, we're getting explicit

remember how I for no reason at all brought astrology into this...

well, remember how I said scorpio's are intense

well that also applies to what he's like in bed

I see him as being very loving during sex

probably has a body worship kink

would just love to praise you

like to the point where you're blushing and hiding your face cuz he's just throwing out all of these embarrassing compliments

just wants you to know how much he loves you

probably holds your hands while having sex

and you know that stare he has

yep, looking right at you

after sex you probably trace his tattoos

UUUUGGGGHHH

he's too much

but you love him

anyways back to the regular stuff

he'd want to try teaching you Japanese

and whenever you argue, if he gets really mad he starts speaking Japanese and that's how you know he's really heated

but it's kinda hot

and you love seeing him speaking in his native language

I also see him constantly trying to plan secret dates

like I said, he's very protective of you

and though he has a IDGAF attitude and would like to go public

he knows that there'd be backlash and doesn't want you getting hurt

so he takes extra time to plan fun but still 'safe' dates for the two of you

especially if he hasn't been able to see you for awhile

btw, if he goes too long without seeing you he gets cranky and the members notice

so yeah, ladies and gentlemen; Nakamoto Yuta

a fucking work of art and you can't change my mind

[fizzintine]

dating yuta pt.2! ʚɞ

[kentosovertime]

(adj.) deadly, destructive

➳ yandere best friend!yuta x afab!reader - 1.5k

➳ a/n: straight up brain rot- i just know this man is unhinged

➳ cw: explicit content, explicit language, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, emotional manipulation, yandere themes, catfishing, friend zone, degradation, praise, pet names

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Fat, ugly tears soak into Yuta’s white sweater as he wipes the wetness from your cheek while he rubs your back comfortingly with his free hand. 

“It’s gonna be ok, hun…” He coos with a warm hum that feels like home. It’s why you begged him to pick you up from the date you were stood up on and ghosted after months of talking. 

“N-n-no its n-not.” You sob into the pillow that you’ve curled around, clutching the fabric until your knuckles blanche in color. “I feel so fucking stupid!”

“What’s wrong?” He pretends to sound clueless, like he’s concerned about something you’re not telling him. “You still haven’t told me why you were at that coffee shop…”

“T-that guy I told you a-about-” Your breath shutters out of you, making it impossible to force words out for a second. “It w-was a d-date and h-he didn’t show up. I’m blocked on everything n-now.”

“The guy from the dating app?” He makes a show of furrowing his eyebrows in concern, frowning deeper when you nod your head into the pillow, sobbing even harder now. 

“Feel s’dirty and used… what’s w-wrong with me, Yu?” You want to crawl out of your skin, you feel so nauseous thinking about how close you had gotten to this guy, how much you had confided in him. “Why can’t all men be like you?”

“Oh hun…” You allow him to tilt you towards him as he settles on the couch next to you, pulling you into his arms as he gently shushes you. “Come ‘ere, baby.” 

His arms wrap around your body and settle you in his lap, sighing contently as you nuzzle into his neck, basking in the warmth and support he always provides you. Once you’re settled into him, even as your cries continue, he finally allows himself a satisfied grin that his plan is going better than he thought. 

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ 

His jaw clenches as he watches you from across campus, seeing you giggling loudly with yet another frat boy fuck ass who’s only with you to get his dick wet. You deserve someone who puts you first, who cares about you more than anyone else; someone like him. 

That night he’s decided he’s had enough of being the afterthought when he deserves you more than these boys who break your too soft heart.  One more terrible heartbreak would certainly break you enough for him to make a move. It's just one more… then you’ll never have to go through it again. 

That’s how he justifies opening his phone to download the dating app he knows you use the most, making a profile after he pays one of the men desperate for cash on campus to use his photos and have him facetime you a couple times to make it more believable. 

It doesn’t take long for you to match the profile or for Yuta to use the knowledge he has as your best friend to concoct the lies that would hook you fastest. The imposter he created enjoys all the same things as you, understands your problems, and supports you when you’re down. 

It’s almost pathetic how quickly you fall for him, folding after a couple months of talking when Yuta decides to be selfish and asks you for a video of you playing with yourself. Yuta digs his teeth into his bottom lip, stifling a guttural groan at the first sight of your finger spreading yourself open for the camera, teasing your clit before you burrow your middle and ring fingers into your cunt. You little pleading moan for him to send something in return so you can picture it while you fuck your fingers into yourself. 

Yuta seethed with jealousy, even if it was his cock you came to when he sent you a video back. You didn’t know it was him, you didn’t love him. It made him so angry that you refused to see what was right in front of you. 

Whenever you hang out with him, you gush about this guy that you met that was so much different from the shit bags you normally gravitate to. And Yuta would smile, listening to you describe everything about him except how you sent him to the dirtiest little clips while he glanced at your hand, itching for you to sink those fingers into yourself again so he can suck them clean. 

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

Your sobs slowly calm with Yuta’s warmth sinking into your bones. Only small hiccups echo in the room as you feel him leave small kisses across your shoulder. 

His touch isn’t unfamiliar but this specific action is, he was normally so reserved with you, but you shiver as those comforting presses of his mouth on your skin, his breath skating across the surface, serving to fill the void left by a man you thought you could love. 

The low, desperate rumble that sounds from his throat has your eyes fluttering and goosebumps running down your skin. The kisses slowly turn wetter, sloppier as he lays one just below your ear, his tongue peaking out to lap at the skin there. 

“Yu…” Your voice cracks, pleading, as your head tilts to the side, giving him more room to continue his actions. “M-make it stop h-hurting… please.” 

“I don’t know what else to do, hun…” He almost can’t hold the condescending coo from his tone. Fuck he wants to hear you say it. He’s waited so long for the words to fall from your lips. 

“I… Can you…” You hiccup in embarrassment, burrowing into his neck as you grip his shirt as tight as you did the pillow earlier. “I w-want you to fuck me, Yu.” 

“A-are you sure…? I don’t want you to regret it later.” His eagerness is only betrayed by his fingers digging into your hips as an anchor. He needs you to know he’s going to care about you more than anyone, that he isn’t the frat trash you soil yourself with.

“Y-yes… but if you don’t want to- Yu!” You squeak, your eyes widening when your back hits the couch cushion and he settles between your thighs, his hardness already pressing against the fabric of your panties under your skirt you wore especially for your date. 

“Don’t want to?” He growls, pushing the fabric of the skirt to pull around your hips, reaching between you to rip the seam of your pretty lace panties you wore for the imposter he created. 

He deftly flicks the button of his jeans, pushing them along with his boxers to his mid thigh, entering you in a rush movement before you can decide you don’t want him. 

“Oh fuck, Yu-” You moan loudly, your sobs turning to those of pleasure as he sets a brutual pace, taking out all his frustration, anger, and jealousy on you. 

He grits his teeth, carelessly shoving his hand under your shirt to grope your breasts, gripping onto them to hold you in place, using it for leverage to drill into you harder.

“Finally woke the fuck up and realized I’m right here?” He hiss as you flutter around him, your cunt making a white ring around his cock as he fucks you raw. His brutal pace is matched by the demeaning tone. “So nice to be your second choice, you know? Stringing me along like a needy slut?” 

You jolt in shock, the rough treatment only serving to make you clench down on him harder, teetering on the edge.

“S’not like t-that Yu-” You whine, clawing at his chest through his shirt. “I’m s-sorry, I d-didn’t m-mean it like that- M’sorry ‘made you wait!”

He grins ferally at you folding so easily for him, ready to finally force the final blow.  

“Really, hun?” He reaches a hand to your clit, circling it slow enough to drive you crazy, keeping you right at the edge of your orgasm without giving you that last push. “Fuck toys don’t get to cum… only girlfriends do. Are you my perfect little girlfriend? Or a useless fucking cum dump?” 

“Girlfriend!” You shriek as he immediately applies more pressure, his thrusts stuttering a little. You’d give him anything to cum. “I’ll b-be yours ple-” 

Your back arches off the bed as you explode into a thousand little pieces, coming hard enough for your vision to go fuzzy, mewling when you feel Yuta still after pressing deep inside of you. His cum spills from your abused cunt, spilling out from around him to drip down onto the couch. 

“Good fucking girl, hun. Fuck-” The praise makes you tremble and cling to him and he knows breaking your heart was worth the pain.

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[lilaccmilk]

*kisses your forehead* I have a gift, for the 2k special.

Which of these would you like to read?

Submissive boys who you edge again and again, but they finally have enough and turn into doms, and apologise while fucking you crazy.

Cock warming vampire!bf whos busy with work.

A soft morning with fallen angel! bf who has sensitive wings, you softly take the lead to show him he’s loved.

Men who are very sunshine coded, submissive adoring. But also insecure, so you spend your time showing him love, worshipping him. Men who aren’t used to being desired.

ik some of you will click the last one 💀

[jhdyuiee]

Where are You?

✪ pairing: BIKER!yuta x GF!Y/N

✪ warnings/tags: smut!, angst, fluff, arguing/fighting (verbal not physical), make-up sex, name calling (brat, slut, baby, good girl, princess), breast play, oral (m & f receiving), multiple orgasms, riding & doggy, tit sex (?!), spanking, fingering, hair pulling, unprotected sex (only on pill), cum eating, rough yuta

✪ w.c: 2.4k

✪ a.n: hii!! this is 1 of 2 fics i release today 😆 ! yesterday was my sisters birthday so i wasnt able to upload but im back with 2 stories today yay! anyhow i hope yall enjoy this one && thank u all for the love and support on Mirrors 🤍

3:40 a.m

I turned to the clock once more, the minutes and hours passing with still no sign of him. Yuta promised to be home by midnight, but 3 hours later he’s still not here. His race should’ve finished by now. I tried calling and messaging him but no response. I was about to give him one last call, when the front door opened, keys dingling.

I rushed out and was met with the man. Yuta was taking off his leather jacket, his black tank underneath. His muscular body under the moonlight that shone from the windows made him look even more attractive.

“Where have you been?” I questioned.

He looked up, his eyes meeting mine. “Racing, where else?”

“I know that, but what took you so long? You said you would be back by midnight,” I said, slightly irritated.

“Johnny got into an altercation with the other team when they wouldn’t shut up about the win being rigged,” Yuta explained.

“Yet you couldn’t answer my messages or calls?”

“Look, Y/N I’m tired. Let’s talk tomorrow,” he said softly. However I wasn’t having it. Honestly, this wasn’t even the first time he’s ever done this. For the past months or so he’s been coming home late after his races. In which I have grown suspicious about.

I scoffed, “Sure you are.” Before he could let another word out, I went back to our bedroom. As much as I wanted to give him a peace of mind, I was too tired from staying up waiting for him.

“Y/N,” Yuta yelled when I sat down in the bed. He came storming in. The patience in him evaporated. “What the fuck is wrong, huh?”

I slightly flinched at his words. I looked up at him, “You, that’s what’s wrong.”

Yuta came closer, “Me? What the fuck have I done?”

“You never come home! You’re always back so late,” I said, my voice slightly rising.

He chuckled, “That’s it? Really?”

‘Why was he treating this as a joke? Laughing? Nothing was funny about this.’ I got up from the bed, “Yes, I’m your fucking girlfriend for fuck sakes and I barely even get to see your face nowadays.”

He took another step closer, “Sorry, I’ve been so busy I didn't know my girlfriend was lonely.” Yuta didn’t seem sorry at all. “Nice try at a lame apology,” I said, rolling my eyes.

Another step, “Why are you acting like such a brat right now?”

I didn’t respond, I couldn’t. Brat. The word sent a chill down my body, in a good way.

“Huh? What’s wrong now?” Step. “Oh, I got it now,” Yuta said with more enthusiasm. His face brightened up like everything clicked to his head.

He brought a hand down my body, placing it above the curve of my ass. I felt as he fondled it, until he went further down and cupped my sex. I gasp at the touch of his hand on my sex.

He leaned into my ear, “You’ve been needy haven’t you? Is that why you’re so upset?” His hand separated from me, he separated from me. He stood there looking at me as I began to lustfully yearn for his touch.

“Answer my question baby.”

Fuck. He was right. I missed his touch, his kisses, his praises, his cock, his entire being.

“Y-Yes. I missed you so much Yuta.”

He smirked, coming back to me. “Sorry for that princess, I’ve been rather neglectful of you. I’m sorry,” he said, kissing down my neck until he reached my mouth.

His tongue entered my mouth, playing with mine. Our kiss was intense, filled with want. This was something not only I, but what we both needed. Our kiss deepened even more until I ended up back on the bed on Yuta’s lap.

His hands roamed over my back in delicate touches, until they ended up back on my ass. I moaned into our kiss when he smacked it. Soon, Yuta pulled away from the kiss—our saliva connecting—and stared at me with lustful eyes, eyes of an animal ready to pounce on its prey.

“Get on your knees,” he commanded, and so I did. He began unbuckling his belt, his cock springing out. It was already hard, leaking with pre-cum. “Suck.”

I looked up, his hand reaching to grab my hair, pulling me closer to his cock. I sucked in a breath, I wanted nothing more but to get him inside my mouth.

“I don’t have all day,” he reminded me.

I started kissing his cock, tip to base. Then licking him as slowly as possible, making him year for more. “Fuck. You- take it like you always do slut.”

I decided to stop teasing him and took his cock inside my mouth. He’s too big. The tears pooled in my eyes quickly. “Shit. That’s my girl, taking me so well,” he groaned when he felt the sensation of my moans around his cock. His hand grabbed a fistful of my hair and started bobbing my head up and down until he relaxed his grip on my hair, allowing me to take him out. I went into a fit of coughing, and my jaw was starting to hurt.

“Done already?” Yuta teased. I glared at him, “You nearly choked me with your fucking dick.” He laughed at my statement. “Take off your clothes,” he said, when he finished laughing.

One by one my clothes were gone. His hands came in contact with my breast, fondling them and pinching my nipples.

“Such pretty tits,” he said. Then next thing I knew his cock laid rested in between them. He squeezed them together as he thrusted in between them, his pre-cum allowing easier movement. The more he thrusted, the harder and faster he went.

Yuta fucked my tits until the ropes of his cum painted my face and tits. He swiped a finger over some cum that splattered on my face, bringing it to my mouth. I swallowed every single drop he gave me.

“Open up your mouth princess,” he said, when I finished taking in his cum. I opened it, and even stuck my tongue out. With another movement his cock buried itself in my mouth again. This time though he didn’t move me, so I started bobbing my head up and down his shaft, my hand following along. I swirled my tongue around his tip, earning a moan from him.

“Just like that,” he said, stroking my hair. He was close again, so I continued my movements on his cock. Finally then he exploded inside my mouth, the white ropes of his cum filling up my mouth once more. He slid his cock out and gathered the cum that had slipped past my lips, and pushed it back in.

“Such a good girl,” he said proudly. “Swallowed every drop right?”

I nodded, “Please… I need you, I want to cum too.” I pleaded with the man, I was so soaked, I felt it on my legs and thighs.

“Come up here then baby, lay down for me,” he said, patting the bed. “I’ll take care of you.”

I did as he said, laying down while he got on top of me. He spread my legs apart, a smile appearing on his face. His fingers slid down my cunt at a slow pace. He then brought them to his mouth, licking them clean. Yuta let out a satisfied groan, “Always tasting so good.”

“Please,” I whimpered.

He looked at me, descending in between my legs. He spread them apart, and placed them on top of his shoulders. “Fuck, you’re leaking everywhere baby. Sorry, I neglected you for so long, but don’t worry because we’ll take care of this,” he said, kissing my clit.

His tongue then darted out, licking a strip up and down my cunt, repeating it over and over. I squirmed at his touch. He drank up all my juices like a starved man, a man deprived of water. I gripped onto his hair, pushing him a little further in.

“Fu-Fuck right there,” I moaned, when his wet muscle intruded inside my cunt. He added to the intensity when he brought his thumb and began circling my sensitive clit. I was close to cumming, just a little more. “I’m gonna cu-cum!”

Yuta’s tongue went out, causing the sensation to be lost. Fuck. “Then cum baby, you deserve it, don't ya?” Soon his fingers came to replace his tongue, plunging in and out of my cunt while his tongue now lapped and played around with my clit. Yes this was what I needed. A couple more thrusts from his fingers, and I came all over his arm. My chest heaving, trying to catch some oxygen. It was too good.

“Good job baby,” Yuta said, kissing my temple. “You ready now?” he asked.

“Ye-Yes please put it inside.”

“Get on all fours then,” he says. I flipped over, my hands and knees on the bed, awaiting him. I felt as his hand fondled the flesh of my ass, before he landed a hard smack on it. I yelped, not expecting that. I turned back, and was met with Yuta stroking his cock while looking at my drenched cunt. He moved in closer, I felt as his tip touched my cunt.

“So tight, so wet. You feel so fucking good,” Yuta muttered, as he pushed further inside me. I felt the delicious stretch of his cock inside my pussy, and how it reached me deeply inside.

Once he was all in he wasted no time. Yuta thrusted into me like a wild beast, going at an uncontrollable speed and pace. His cock was so deep within me that I felt so full already. The sound of our skin slapping and my moans echoed in the room. I turned my head back, and was met with Yuta’s lustful eyes. He looked so drunk of pleasure.

The grip on my hips was sure to show up bruised tomorrow. My eyes rolled back when his tip kissed my g-spot. We just started but I was already so close to cuming.

Suddenly Yuta’s hand tugged on my hair roughly as he continued his excruciating pace. My tongue lolled out, he took it as an opportunity to spit in my mouth. I swallowed it unconsciously, I was too high on the pleasure to comprehend what I was doing.

“Such a good slut,” he said, letting the grip on my hair go and thrusted even harder. His hand once again came in contact with my clit, pinching it until I finally came undone. My orgasm passed through me. I clenched around his cock, erupting in groans from him. “I’m cumming,” he said and unleashed once again. His hot white cum painting my walls white this time.

I barely had time to recover before he said, “Ride me.” I looked over and Yuta was already head against the headboard awaiting for me, his cock still hard. I weakly crawled over, placing myself on top of him. I grabbed his cock, and pushed myself down as his cock entered me once more.

Once I was in I began moving. Up and down, his hands guiding my hips. Slow, then fast, slow, then fast, slow, then fast. I kept this pace up, but it began to feel not enough. So I started bouncing on him even fast, my hands gripping his shoulders. I kissed his lips, melting into the pleasure he was giving me.

I didn’t stop, until I began growing tired. “Let me help you,” he says. Yuta took over, using the grip on my hips to plunge into me. My tits bounced all over his face, until he no longer could resist the temptation and took one in his mouth. He sucked on my breast, then swirled and flickered my nipple. I was approaching my next orgasm, and clenched around him. He detached himself from my nipple with a pop, “Cum for me baby.”

One thrust, then two, and three. The knot in my stomach unleashed, I came once again on his cock once more. But it didn’t stop there, Yuta had yet to cum. Luckily it didn’t take long. Yuta came after a few more thrusts, I probably milked him dry today.

We stayed in that position for a while, trying to catch our breaths. Yuta hugged and soothed me, gently kissing me. “Let’s get us cleaned up,” he said after a while. He walked us over to our bathroom, placing me on the tub as he ran the water. I was growing drowsy, the sex had tired me.

Once the water was done running, he placed me inside and joined in. I didn’t know what happened afterwards as my eyes shut closed, falling into a deep slumber.

the next morning.

I tried shuffling to turn the other way, but something heavy was preventing me from doing so. I stirred my eyes, trying to get them to focus. Once they came into focus the sight in front of me made me widen my eyes.

Yuta lying beside me…

Typically the guy would be gone by now. ‘Was he running late?’ I thought. I shook him lightly, softly repeating his name. His eyes stirred, until they finally opened. He smiled.

Yuta smiling in the morning?!

No yeah perhaps I was still dreaming. I pinched myself, and when I felt the pain I knew this wasn’t a dream.

I finally decided to speak up, “What are you doing here? You’re usually gone by now.

He looked at me, his face softened. “I’m sorry Y/N,” he said, pulling me even closer. His embrace felt so warm and comforting.

“I’m sorry I’ve been acting like an asshole lately. I should’ve been prioritizing you over anything, you didn’t deserve that baby.”

I looked at him, my eyes watering. “Don’t cry Y/N, it aches my heart,” he said, wiping the tears that had started falling down my face.

“I love you so much. You are the most beautiful woman in this world, and with the most beautiful soul too. I am so very lucky to have you Y/N.”

Oh fuck. His words made for more tears to come streaming down my face.

“I love you Yuta, I love you so very much. Thank you for your apology, Thank you for understanding. I love you,” I said, as I caressed his cheek.

“I love you so much more.”

© jhdyuiee

24.03.26

[togenabi]

waking up slow

yuta okkotsu x reader

♡—waking up with Yuta is one of your favorite things to do.

word count♡— 1k

genre♡— fluff, romance, established relationship

aged up characters♡— 18+

content notes♡— domestic fluff, living together, romance, lovers, dating, being late together, no use of y/n, shockingly not a royalty au

author's note♡— this is my very first request from anon! it's a bit short but I didn't want to drag it out too much. I mainly focused on the fluff and the uwu of it all. I hope you like it!

The scent of sheets and the warmth of the sunlight shining through the window are the first things you process when you wake up. The next is the weight of Yuuta’s arm around your waist.

Smiling contentedly, you bask in the moment before shifting to face him.

His eyes were still closed, but his eyelashes flutter and you sense that he’s coming to. You raise a hand to brush his hair away from his eyes. He wakes up slowly as you do, and a lazy smile graces his lips.

Yuuta pulls you to him, his arms firm around you and your nose is hit with a fragrance that’s so distinctly him. You let yourself be pulled closer against him and snuggle into his neck. For a moment, all you could think was how lovely it would be to have all days start this way.

Usually, mornings with Yuuta were rushed and scrambling. There always seemed to be something going on. Something that one–or, let’s be honest, both of you were late to. A meeting that slipped your mind. An urgent call for him. An event or two that you’d both rush to get to anyway, despite already being late for whatever it was.

Mornings like that had their own appeal, of course. Everything, every mundane moment was always made a thousand times more special with Yuuta. Each miniscule second was still greatly cherished. You breathe out a laugh when you remember that time Yuuta had put on mismatched socks. He didn’t even bother finding a correct pair, only hastily shoving on his shoes and kissing your cheek before he was out the door.

“Morning…” Yuuta’s voice rang in your ears. In that low, raspy tone it always was when he had just woken up. He kisses the top of your head before settling his head on the pillow again. 

His expression was so calm; you had a feeling that the two of you would be falling asleep again before long. Fixing the blankets over you, your mind felt hazy as you anticipated a carefree and relaxed morning. Perhaps you could order food for brunch once you properly woke up.

Right as you were slipping into dreamland, however, Yuuta’s hold on you stiffens.

It alerts you instantly. “What’s wrong?”

Yuuta seems to try to fight the sleepiness as he forces his eyes to open. He blinks, looking deep in thought as if he’s forgotten something. 

You felt the dread building in your stomach.

A few seconds of silence passes over the room. You place a hand on his arm. “Don’t tell me…”

He considers his words carefully before speaking. “It’s not... Yuuji’s birthday today, is it?”

“I don’t think so…” You try to deny it, wanting to stay in bed longer. “If it was, you’d set an alarm for that, wouldn't you?”

His face falls. You knew his answer before it left his lips.

“...I thought you did.”

The two of you spring off the bed immediately. The blankets are shoved away in a flurry, with a pillow or two falling to the ground softly. That softness being the exact opposite of your demeanor right now.

So much for a lazy morning, you think to yourself.

However, having been in situations like this makes you fall into a tried and tested routine with Yuuta. Once he heats up water for coffee, you already have the mugs out. You pick out clothes for one another while he brushes his teeth and cleans himself up. He gets your shoes while you’re the one in the bathroom, and he always knows which pair you would want to wear with your outfit for the day.

You’re ready and prepped in record time. As you give yourself a final once over in the mirror by the door, Yuuta goes to grab Yuuji’s present on the kitchen counter. When he returns, he meets your eyes in the reflection and leaves a delicate kiss on your temple.

“You look perfect.” He says, and he smiles brightly when you do.

You sigh, pretending to be exasperated. “I know.” A laugh bursts from your lips when he tries to tickle you in retaliation.

“No, Yuuta! Stop!” Still laughing, you try to capture his hands in yours. “We don’t have time for this!”

He finally relents, but pulls you to him instead. The look in his eyes is so precious, and you don’t doubt that you’re looking at him with the same gaze. You meet him halfway for a kiss, and you melt into it. 

Kissing him was enchantingly perfect, a warmth blooming in your chest as if you were always meant to be with him. Your heart swells up from all that you feel and all that he gives you, but you catch yourself and pull back.

“We should be heading out.” You say, but you sound unconvincing even to your own ears.

Yuuta stares into your eyes happily for a moment. Then he nods and takes your hand as you head out the door. 

“Do you have anything planned tomorrow?” He asks as you both walk at a leisurely pace. 

It occurs to you that you should probably urge him to hasten his steps, but as the sunlight reflects in his eyes in that spellbinding way, you couldn’t find it in yourself to rush this moment.

“No, why?” You reply. He brings up your hand and kisses the back of it.

“I think we deserve a day of just absolutely nothing.” Yuuta’s expression was delighted, as if he was planning something more exciting than just simply staying at home together.

The feeling is contagious, nonetheless. You found yourself grinning at the idea of an uninterrupted morning with him. You remind yourself to try to wake up before him tomorrow, so you can see him in that morning glow that makes your heart flutter again.

“There’s no one else I’d do absolutely nothing with.” You give his hand a tender squeeze as you respond. 

“Glad that we agree on that, then.” He beams at you, and you realized then that the sun would never hold a candle to him.

And so you went on with your day, having fun with friends and celebrating your time with them. But as the day draws to a close, all you could look forward to was waking up slowly the next day and every day after that, in the loving arms of your other half.

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[yuutaok]

Yuuta prayer circle everyone keep him in your thoughts I need him to live or else

[chwocolatte]

♪ 𝓪 𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂-𝓼𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓸𝓷𝔂 𝄞♭♪ . .

yūta okkotsu x reader ﾉ sfw — fluff ﾉ pianist mr. okkotsu eheh . . based off a sweet dream i had da night prior . . (⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝ ྀི) ﾉ ‘angel’ used as a pet name tew refer tew reader ﾉ mentions of reader feeling down ‘n upset ﾉ perhaps dis littl ficlet cld b a mini source of comfort for urself when stormy clouds try tew rain on ur day . . ಇ

quite a small piece for m’ first work here on da blr . . ‘m vrrie nervous tew share m’ writing but .ᐟ fingers crossed ‘s well perceived .ᐟ 🥺

adoring pairs of eyes follow the way his slender digits dance along the piano's ivory keys, the melody a lilting tune that fills the air with its sweetness. the song is a favourite of yours, one he crafted especially for you, a gift born of his love and affection.

every note is imbued with tenderness, each chord struck with the utmost care. floating effortlessly into your eardrums, the sonorous sounds wrap around your heart, their warmth a familiar comfort. they are the threads that stitch the fraying edges of your soul, the patchwork a mosaic of colour and vibrancy.

final tones ring out, and the last echoes dissolve into silence, the hush that descends upon the room a blanket of quietude.

your lover turns to you, his visage illuminated by the soft glow of the lamplight— an angel sent down from the heavens above, his celestial grace a testament to his otherworldly beauty.

"did that soothe you, angel..?"

the question is one he poses often, the answer a given. still, he asks it anyway, his tone tinged with a hopeful lilt, his eyes searching your face for the slightest hint of displeasure.

you smile, a gentle upturn of the lips, and reach for his hand, your digits tangling with his. a squeeze is his response, and the answering pressure is a reassurance, a sign that yes, the performance was a welcome respite from the noise in your head.

“always..”

[aaron-m-geist-ff]

| What the JJK men would put in your Easter basket |

Characters: Kento Nanami, Ryomen Sukuna, Mahito, Suguru Geto, Satoru Gojo, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Toji Fushiguro, Yuta Okkotsu, Choso

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Kento Nanami

Nanami would definitely buy you some expensive jewelry. He would pay close attention to you, trying to figure out if you prefer silver or gold. Once he found out your preference, he would take the time to pick out a pretty necklace with your initials on it. Nanami would probably consider getting something with his initials, but would shoot that idea down because he wouldn’t want to come across as too possessive. He truly is a gentleman. He would also put some of your favorite candy into the basket. Nothing too Easter themed. It would definitely look classy and sophisticated.

Ryomen Sukuna

Oh boy. The king of curses is so fucking feral. First of all, he would say something like “human! The Easter bunny came!” All excited like a child. And then once you meet him in the kitchen, you will find a roasted rabbit on a plate. Sukuna would just cackle at your shocked expression. He would only give you an Easter basket if you absolutely begged him for one. Just the basic things like some chocolate eggs and peep marshmallows.

Mahito

This curse would have absolutely no idea about Easter. He would only understand if you explained it to him. It would instantly excite him, and Mahito would take a lot of time planning your basket. He would end up presenting it you proudly, only for you to laugh because he gave you actual chicken eggs. Apparently you needed to clarify that he should get the plastic ones. Mahito would also include bunny bones that he found in the woods ☠️.

Suguru Geto

Geto would already know about the importance of Easter because he has had a few girlfriends in the past. He would go to the supermarket as soon as the Easter products were put out on the shelves and start shopping. Geto would get you a pink basket and make everything pink themed so that people would know that he’s buying it all for his girlfriend. He would probably add some pink peeps, pink plastic eggs filled with some candy, and a bottle of really nice body lotion with a pretty scent.

Satoru Gojo

Gojo is fucking rich. He loves any commercial holiday which is dedicated to spending money on his girlfriend. Valentine’s day was already extravagant enough, but he won’t skip out on Easter. He would get you a huge basket. Fill it to the brim with all sorts of Easter candy and some plastic eggs. When you open the plastic eggs, you will find cash. So much cash. I’m talkin’ hundred dollar bills. And then, Gojo would leave the giant basket sitting in the living room so that you could wake up to it just like when you were a child.

Yuji Itadori

Yuji would be so excited for Easter because you are the first girl he has ever dated. He would definitely try to impress you by getting one of those giant bunny stuffed animals. It doesn’t matter how expensive it is, he would save up all of his money and buy it for you. Then he would realize that he needs to get a basket big enough to fit the bunny plushie and start panicking. Goio would be the one in the supermarket with him, and he would laugh while saying “just get a small basket and put it in the bunny’s lap, Yuji.” Then Yuji would do exactly that and fill the small basket with your favorite candy. :)

Megumi Fushiguro

Megumi would get you a small bunny plushie. He would find the super big ones to be tacky and distasteful. But, he would literally stand in the aisle and stare at all the different bunnies. On the outside, he would look perfectly calm. But on the inside, he would be panicking about which color bunny you would like the most. He would end up settling on a classic white one. Then, he would get you some tiny milk chocolate eggs and a few boxes of your favorite candy. He would also make sure that the basket filling material is your favorite color.

Toji Fushiguro

You would tell Toji that you want an Easter basket, and you would be very surprised with what you would end up receiving on Easter Sunday. It would be a classic looking basket, but without the classic Easter items. Instead, Toji would get you a bondage kit. “So that you can be my rope bunny,” he says. You would roll your eyes and slap his arm. But later, you would find yourself tied to the bed with a vibrator pressed against your clit. “The Easter bunny isn’t the only one who gets to come on Easter,” Toji would tease. Kinky old man :0

Yuta Okkotsu

Yuta would get you a cute little basket and even pick out some ribbon to tie around the handle. He would plan an Easter themed picnic for the two of you, and fill the basket with the picnic items. He would also pick out an Easter card and write a really heartfelt love letter on the inside. Yuta would try his best to spoil you, take you to a park with green grass and a clear blue sky. Carefully set everything up and feed you the cute bunny shaped snacks that he bought. He would also make sure to have your favorite drink.

Choso

Choso would go all out for Easter. The second you told him about it, he would head straight to the store. He would be very adamant about getting everything in your favorite color. Even the bunny plushie would have to be your favorite color, and if he couldn’t find one, then he would silently panic. Choso would fill the plastic Easter eggs with all sorts of candy and chocolate. He would even get you one of those giant chocolate bunnies. He would present the basket to you proudly on Easter Sunday, eager to see your reaction.