#yuuji itadori fanfic

[pervcoded]

bloodhound starring yuuji itadori.

content warning: no pronouns used, but reader is implied to be dfab.

reader is dealing with their period/pms.

roughhousing/fighting (they are training), scent kink, yuuji and reader are 18+, sukuna is here too yuuji. funky (very slight) mind-control/subtle influence aspects. perverted thoughts. reader is annoyed by everything. no penetration/sex. yuuji smells you ovulating lmao? begging (from yuuji). dry humping. idk i was just writing shit and the plot got outta hand.

Yuuji’s changed since Sukuna came along.

Not something you acknowledged at first - of course, it would be within reason to anticipate some degree of pushback from the curse. A never before seen bond between human and … less-than-benevolent spirit was sure to have some stubborn aftereffects. It seems that little whisper of a king took care to extend his influence more permanently than you’d appreciate, frankly.

Yuuji’s senses have been unnaturally keen as of late. Not the ‘notice your new haircut’ kind of attentive - that natural knowledge that comes with closeness - but,

eerily observant. Sukuna’s cohabitation of Yuuji’s body seemed to have bolstered his olfactory systems in bizarre ways. Or maybe the curse had just gotten attached to the scent of your flesh.

Like when he noticed when you ran out of lavender shampoo, you started using citrus. Or when he shouted in front of ‘Gumi and Nobara about how you definitely changed your perfume. Weird shit. Mr. Paying-Too-Much-Attention just tried to brush it off.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear he was keeping tabs on you. He tried to be completely normal otherwise - even apologized about the perfume; though Megumi and Nobara ensure you never hear the end of it.

But he’s doing it again right now. In the lull of your training, he seems stunned for a moment; seemingly overtaken by the presence of something around him. When you ask ‘what?’, he responds with a question.

“Do you smell that?” He huffs the air like he’s starved for it, the genuine curiosity bouncing around in his eyes confounding more than it intrigued. His eyes are half-lid, dogged and low, like a bloodhound taking index of nearby quarries. He’s paused your flow, stopped your energy, and besides; “The only thing I can smell is you.” You scowl. You stand with your arms akimbo, lips subtly quirked in irritation. He looks gagged by that response, but keeps breathing deep; lids fluttering delicately to half-lids. 

 “Yuuji.” You go to cross your arms, glaring daggers. “Yuuji, c’mon, I need you to focus.” “Mmn." His nose wriggles; it's a little cute. "But it smells so good… You sure you didn’t bring food in here? I can’t focus with that- ah - smell.” He seems labored by it, but it’s not so strange for Yuuji to be incredibly dramatic about most things. “It smells like…mhn.” Failing to describe the scent, you rapidly find yourself disinterested in his little moment. But he’s insistent on having it.

He licks his lips til’ they shine under the fluorescent, fanged teeth poking from his upper lip as he makes a face. A brutal, not-quite-smile, then something else, reserved as he retained the barest hint of control. He looked feral, like a wolf twitching with pent up aggression, holding out for the fawn to tottle past.

You occasionally envied his inclination towards the eccentric- frankly freaky sometimes- but sadly, at present you lacked the patience. You’re not playing games this week, and definitely not today.

It feels like everything and everyone’s been pissing you off for like half the week. Nobody seems to be on the right timing - no, not even Nobara, who seems more to your speed even when you’re in a bad mood with the rest of them. Nothing happened (you think) to make you feel angry, this pent up, but you think the others have noticed and politely adjusted their behavior. Giving you more space during breaks, keeping conversations to polite banter and short chats, getting you snacks… 

Oh, now he’s starting to make you a little hungry. That’s what you think it is, that low simper in your belly as your vexation grows; tired of his antics. “Stop fucking around, man. I know this shit comes easy to you - or whatever - but I’m not letting you get me behind on training. Stand up.” The demand in your voice doesn’t seem to inspire motivation. Rather it just makes him annoyed, his brows now furrowed as he (bordering on obsessively) sniffs the air. Gets a whiff of something beautiful. Like blood pumping through veins, decadent, succulent, dripping, and raw. Rubs a bit of drool from his lips.

Sukuna’s been chittering in the time you weren’t. A faint locust buzz crescendos into airplanes flying overhead, a mantra tittering in the back of his head over and over again. 

It’s you. It’s you, It’s you, It’s you, It’s you.  Sukuna didn’t have to tell him that, really - he’s not that dumb - but forgive him for wanting to pretend like you’re not making him tent his sweatpants. He’s been smelling you all week - and after that argument with you and the gang on Tuesday, apparently nobody else noticed anything had changed. Granted, it’s not like he hates it; quite the contrary, actually… 

You smell too good. Like a forbidden delicacy; savory and not too sweet. Oh, if only he could get you on his tongue. The thought is as foreign as it is tantalizing. He’s quick to assume Sukuna has something to do with it - but when he’s still having those thoughts when Sukuna hasn’t spoken to him in days, he’d think it irresponsible to not take some accountability for it. He scowls to himself, glancing at you in his periphery as you practice your striking form.

(You dance through the air, the power in your thrust brought forth from the entirety of your body; each muscle, moving in perfect sync. The more you work yourself up - the stronger the scent of you gets. It’s like a pheromone, wafting irritatingly through the space, driving him fucking mad -)

“Your yearning is pathetic.” Yuuji’s mouth goes dry as Sukuna’s mouth splits open a space behind his ear; but you must not hear him - too busy slicing through nothing. “I’ve never understood playing with your food. If you’re strong enough to take the sorcerer - they’re yours to be had.” He reflexively goes to shut him up.

You’ve barely wanted to be near him all week. Or any of the gang, really. You’ve been acting differently, too. Quicker to anger and cutthroat, more territorial - less affectionate. You’re only training together because you pressed him for it, like you were dead set on showing him up. 

He thinks you’re doing fine. (Sukuna thinks it’s cute how hard you try).

You step too close and Yuuji’s head snaps to you on cue, and for a moment you think something’s wrong. He’s perched low down, searching you. Considering you, staring you up with that look. You recognize it - better suited to a battlefield and carnage - but it’s good to know he’s finally paying you attention. A full-minded, beady-eyed focus, as if you were a spirit in need of exorcism. He looks hungry for it.

You shuffle back reflexively, too wired to go down to some low-blow. “Oh? You ready to get back to it then?” You resume your offense, leaning into your stance as you watch Yuuji stagger to his legs almost drunkenly; and yet not taking his eyes off you. He balls his hands up into fists, feet shifting into position. “Yeah. I think m’ready. If you are.” His curtness is greatly appreciated, though you can’t help but quirk your brow at his change of pace. You squat lower, tighten your grip on your training weapon. 

You push in at the same time. The point of contact - his fist and your naginata - disappears in a  void of darkness. Tendrils of black jut out in all directions, and all you hear is the crrrr - ACK! of your wooden instrument;  split clean in two as the ‘sharp’ end goes flying and leaving you with the blunted shaft. He’s on top of you as soon as you recover, reaching forward with a quick jab you barely dodge.

The sweat runs off your forehead as you dart backwards, swiftly slamming the wooden handle down into his skull.  The naginata cracks into nothing. He is hardly winded. 

He reaches out for you and you dive to the side, throwing up your arm to shield your chest before Yuuji nearly caves it in.

“-shit!”

You’re gasping, nearly falling on your ass as the force of Yuuji’s kick knocks the air out of your lungs.

“- ah, fuck -”

There’s a feeling besides fear, there. A sudden shuddering in your limbs and a faintness in your head that makes you drop low to the ground, your legs wobbling ever so slightly, 

before they give, the blood rushing away from your head as a new pain blooms deep within your stomach. It joins the one in your chest, tormenting you. 

Yuuji’s on top of you when your vision returns from black (did you close your eyes? You hadn’t noticed), half concerned and half… well -

He’s got you pinned to the training mat below, weight audaciously pressing into your stomach as he plants himself firmly on top of you. There’s something hard down there, jabbing insistently into you that perplexes you for only a second; until his face tells you everything to know.

His gaze is hazy, like he’s coming off that high but not quite - got your arms pinned above your head even if he no longer needs to use that kind of force. His face is red, blushed from ear to ear, and your analysis is momentarily interrupted by his voice cutting through the silence. 

“Well, I won,” He huffs, rocking his hips a little. “Don’t I get a prize? Y’know - for winning?” He leans more to your level. You’re in no rush to buck him off - the pressure doesn’t feel that bad; actually.

"What?"

Your voice is breathy and incredulous when you fully come to.

“You want a fucking cookie or somethin’?” To your amusement, he nods excitedly. One of his hands leaves yours to slowly trail down your front. That focus still hadn’t lifted from him, his attention concentrated solely on the line he’s driving down your stomach.

“Yeah, something like that.” 

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ JJK/BANNER ART by gege akutami

all content written by me @ciematis, is owned by me, and you are not allowed to repost or translate my works. don't put my shit into ai generators, don't steal my shit and put it on wattpad. thank you.

[ravewoodx]

[haruchuiyo]

love and pastries

a speedy love story between a guy who almost knocked off a girls plate with cake and the girl who likes cakes who almost yelled at him.

content: sfw + best friends brother trope + loads and loads of fluff + fem reader + established friendship + non jujutsu au + reader and yuji are college students + reader and yuji eats (loves) cakes + slight long distance relationship + more fluff !!

word count: 3.6k

thank you to that one anon who suggested I write something like this mwah

—

Someone almost knocked your plate off the table and you hastily glared at the person. The guy has pink hair and light brown eyes. When he saw he almost knocked your pastry off the table, he had the audacity to put his hands up and apologize. The way he did it is so annoying.

“Oops, sorry!” You heard him say, about to pick on how he apologized, someone butts in by calling your name. How you didn’t see the girl behind the annoying pink haired guy is beyond you.

“What are you doing here?” The girl who’s also your best friend greets you with a side hug. You chuckle awkwardly before glancing at the guy who looks confused and has a finger up that points towards you and your best friend.

“Having lunch with my sister.” You say, introducing your sister to everyone before you look up at your best friend then glance at the guy beside her. She immediately got the cue.

“Ahh, this is my big brother!” She tells you.

What?

“Brother?” You ask, extremely confused and also betrayed. Why hasn’t your best friend told you she had a brother-hold on. “The one who studied in a different city? That’s him?” You almost shriek and your best friend laughs while her brother looks at you confused.

That was the first time you met Yuji.

—

You were out with your best friend and her big brother Yuji, walking around town. While Yuji usually was by himself, he occasionally butts into your conversation with your friend. He either says something completely irrelevant to the conversation or he’s actually putting a valid input.

As you’re talking to your friend, she suddenly starts running, leaving you stupefied. As she does that, a strong cold breeze starts hitting your face and you shiver at the cold. As you are about to go after your best friend, someone grabs onto your hand and you both start running.

Yuji is incredibly fast, you swear you almost fell head first onto the ground as he ran with your hands intertwined. You keep yelling at him to slow down as he laughs at your reaction. Somehow your friend is still far away from you two, by the speed Yuji ran at while dragging you behind him, you’re shocked he didn’t even catch up. ‘Was that even his actual real speed?’ You thought to yourself as you were catching your breath. Because Yuji luckily gave you a break from running. He is standing in front of you, looking ahead at the way your best friend ran towards before he looks at you.

The glint in his eyes and his expression tells you he has an idea. An idea you won’t enjoy.

“I carry you.” He simply says. You managed to only say no before you’re in his arms, yelping in surprise and he starts running. Luckily there weren't so many people on the road, so Yuji ran in a straight line. The cold breeze felt colder because of the speed he ran at and you held onto him for dear life. At some point, you couldn’t handle the cold hitting your face so harshly, you burrowed your face in Yuji’s neck and you heard him laugh. You mumble a ‘stupid’ to him as he keeps laughing.

Then he stops running and you hear your best friend laugh. You immediately put your head up and look at her with the biggest glare ever.

“Why did you start running like that?” You almost asked loudly and she kept laughing. “It was Yuji's idea.” She says and then you remember how Yuji whispered to her before she started running and you harshly turn your head to glare at Yuji. Then, when you realize you’re still in his arms, your stomach starts fluttering at the way he’s still holding you like nothing.

You feel his grip on the side of your upper body and thighs. Before you could say anything, you feel him lightly squeeze you before putting you down. You look up at him and see him looking at you in a way you’ve never been looked at. Your heart starts beating before you catch yourself and start talking.

“What was that for?” Hearing you ask him that, all Yuji thought was that he wanted to tease you but his heart fluttered at the way he held your hand and carried you in his arms. He lightly stretches his hands, the feeling of holding you in his arms and intertwining your hands together still there.

“It was fun, plus you didn’t weigh anything at all!” Was all he said and you humph in annoyance before you lightly swat Yuji and your best friends shoulder.

“I see that the speed runs in this entire family.” You mutter as they both giggle at your reaction and words.

—

You walk out of the car, bidding your best friend and Yuji bye after thanking their oldest brother Choso for the ride. As you open the front door to your house, you feel a presence behind you before a familiar voice speaks up.

“Wait!” You turn around, hearing Yuji’s voice. You look at him confused, looking behind as well, you see your best friend giving you a thumbs up with a big grin. You become even more confused when you look at how Yuji is looking all over your face, his face flushed and he looks nervous.

“Yuji, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” You ask worriedly when Yuji’s eyes widen in surprise before he hastily shakes his head. “No, nothings wrong.” He simply says and you look at him more confused but also weirdly.

“Then why are you acting like this? Do you need something?” At his question, his first thought was ‘you’ but if he said that, he’d sound like a creep and he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable and weird you out. So he sighs before he shakes his head, gathering his courage.

“Do you wanna go out with me sometime?” He asks and you widen your eyes before giggling. “You acted this weirdly to ask me that?” You grin at him. He was about to speak up before you cut him off. “And yes, of course.” You tell him, his lips shape into his pretty smile and at that, your heart flutters. But you do still find it weird how he is behaving.

“Alright then! I will text you the day and time!” He says before he runs back to the car and you see your best friend grin at you even weirder, before she puts her hand into a heart gesture and then you realize why Yuji was acting the way he did.

He was asking you out. And you said yes.

—

To say your date with Yuji was awkward was an understatement.

It was clear Yuji didn’t know what to do or say and the same thing was for you as well. He stumbled over his own words, when he is usually very comfortable with you, this time he wasn’t.

But his actions were so endearing, you could put his awkward antics aside and enjoy the date anyway.

Going on this date with him made you realize how attentive Yuji actually is. While he acts like a guy who’s teasing and fooling around, he is very thoughtful and he is observant. How he knew what your favorite drink and pastry is, was beyond you. Then you remember he is observant. While you haven’t outright said to him what your favorite stuff was, he remembered what you usually eat and drink.

Sitting in front of him at the cute cafe he took you to, you were sipping on your favorite beverage while Yuji told you some funny stories, making you giggle into your cup.

Then you gasp when he takes a huge bite out of your favorite pastry and gobbles it up.

“That was almost half of it!” You lightly exclaim at him as he grins at you. “Yours look delicious.” He rejoices and is about to steal another bite before you pull the plate towards you.

“No more.” You tell him as he pouts then his eyes glint, like he got stars on them and the greatest idea on his mind. As quick as he was to do that, he hastily went to your side of the table and took a seat beside you.

His shoulder and arm brush up against yours, his knees touching yours and your body is a fluttery mess. The plate with the pastry was at your side by the window, so when Yuji reached over, you could smell his fresh scent in the air and his heat radiate from his body. Now you’re nervous because of the close proximity. He was about to take the plate from you before you reacted quickly and grabbed his hand, stopping his actions.

“No more, Yuji.” You say sternly as possible before putting his arm away and you take a bite out of your pastry yourself and hum at how delicious it is.

“It’s so good!” You swoon at the flavor and see Yuji pout again. “No wonder you’re fighting to get this, it’s really delicious.”

“Obviously, you’re acting like this is your first time.” He humphs at you and you giggle as you take another bite and slump your shoulders down by how delicious the pastry is. “Of course, every time I eat this, it is like the first time I did.” You tell him then see how his mouth is salivating seeing the cake. You’re starting to feel bad for refusing to give him a bite and you see how his own plate of pastry is gone, which means he ate it all up.

So you get a spoonful of the pastry and put the spoon towards Yuji. His eyes widened in surprise seeing how you’re gonna feed him. He clutches the seat he’s sitting on as he opens his mouth and takes the spoonful of pastry you gave him. And he hums at the flavor, making you smile at his reaction. As he bites on the pastry, he slumps his head down your shoulder while chewing, and your heart beats faster and your entire body heats up at his touch and action.

“It’s so delicious.” He mutters while chewing and you nod your head. About to take another bite, you feel Yuji hold onto your free hand and intertwine it. How your heart managed to stay put beneath your ribcage is a good question. But you like it. No. You love it actually. You love how he intertwines your hands like it’s a natural thing to do, how good it feels and how warm his hands are to your usually cold ones. You get another spoonful and place it close to his mouth and Yuji eats it, while he chews, you take a bite for yourself.

By that, you two are sitting beside each other, hands holding onto each other and sharing a pastry you two enjoy in a cute cafe.

—

You fiddle with your hands after you’ve heard what you just did. You feel all emotions at once but not an ounce of happiness.

‘Yuji is going back to the city he studies in.’ Is what your best friend told you. Even if he’s just going away to study, the city is hours away and he can only come back on breaks or weekends if he has time. The first time you met him was during the start of summer break, he was coming back from school to spend time with his family during summer before he went back. Now it's the start of spring and he came back this time during his freetime. And that’s when you started going out with Yuji after he asked you out.

Thought is nothing official, which you absolutely hate but you can’t do anything about it as you two are going at a slow pace. Whose idea it was, you have no idea but you guess it felt right for the two of you to take it slow. Especially since he’s your best friend's brother and if anything goes wrong, it just starts being awkward for you two, even if your best friend reassured you nothing will be awkward but that’s just an understatement.

You were sitting on Yuji’s bed in his bedroom, waiting for him to come back after getting you something small to eat. When he came back, he saw what you looked like and immediately put the snacks aside.

“You know, I’m not going away for a long time. I will be back for summer break.” He assures you and you nod then you shrug your shoulders lightly.

“It’s a long time though.” You’re mumbling softly as you fiddle with your hands before a larger hand is atop your own. Yuji’s hand was warm and comforting over your own and you twist your hands to be able to intertwine your fingers together. You look at your interlocked fingers before Yuji speaks up.

“You can visit me when you have free time.” He says cheerfully and you chuckle. “Yeah that’s true, but it’d be hard considering our studies.” You tell him then you giggle. “Well yours.” You lightly tease him as Yuji grins then pouts. “Which means I am gonna spend more time studying to be able to pass all the exams.” He sighs out, slumping down on the bed, dragging you along with him. Laying side by side on the bed, your interlocked hands were on top of Yuji’s abdomen and you felt Yuji lightly rub his thumb on your hand.

“We can video chat.” He says, turning his head to face yours. His close proximity never fails to make your body flush in warmth and feel like there’s butterflies all over your body. You nod your head at his words.

“Feels like you’re going away to war by how strongly I’m reacting.” You giggle at your own words while Yuji laughs. His eyes form into moon crescents while he lets out a hearty laugh. He is so cute like this, laughing and smiling.

“School is kind of a war zone.” He says and you chuckle, agreeing with him. You two look at each other for a moment before he leans his face in, putting his forehead against yours.

“I’m gonna miss you.”

—

“I miss you already.”

That’s what Yuji said as he gave you a warm lingering hug. You wrap your arms around him and hug him back. You nuzzle your face into his chest.

“You’re making it sound like I'm the one going away to a different city, Yuji.” You giggle.

“By the next thirty minutes, we both will be in different cities, angel. So my reaction is valid.” He tells you by your ear before lightly pecking your temple.

Feeling his lips press a kiss on your temple, as you feel like a flustered mess and he is doing this before he goes away to a different city. The audacity of this guy.

He pulls away and holds your face in his hands before staring at you intently, his face looks so cute and serious like this that you couldn’t help the giggle escaping your lips. You see Yuji’s eyes flutter down to your mouth and you stop giggling.

Oh.

He is very serious right now.

“A kiss before I leave?”

At his question, you realize there’s never been a proper kiss between you two. Always light pecks on the cheek or forehead but never on the mouth. So when you come to your senses, you shake your head at his question. Yuji nods his head as he sees you do that, respecting your wishes, but didn’t expect what you would say next.

“You may get a kiss when you come back.” His eyes widened in surprise at your words before he grins.

“You better not break your promise.” He says happily, brushing his nose against yours and you grin at him.

“It wasn’t a promise.” You retort and he makes a noise of disagreement.

“Sounds like a promise to me.”

—

You were waiting together with your best friend and her big brother Choso at the train station. Your friend tried to comfort you and calm your nerves. You were fiddling with your hands and almost scratched yourself too hard before you stopped doing that. You calm yourself by remembering all these days and months of talking to Yuji over the phone or texting him.

You haven’t been able to visit him at all, neither have he. While you felt bad for not being able to, so did he which you found silly and cute. Two people just profusely apologizing to each other over a simple matter.

Every night you two talked on the phone, stayed up all night just talking until either you fell asleep on the phone and the other one heard the light snores and silence from the other end. Unbeknownst to either of you, both of you always told the other one ‘goodnight’ before saying the three sweet words.

Yuji never failed to tell you he misses you every call, telling you how pretty you look even if you’re in your worst pajamas ever during video chats or how he wanted to give you a hug when you passed an exam. Every time he did that, your heart swelled up in love and adoration for Yuji.

And you never missed a beat to tell him how proud you are of him for passing his own exams despite the difficulty he had with his studies. He always beams in happiness at your words and then kisses the screen, making a loud smacking sound making you laugh before he tells you ‘that was a kiss for you, alright?’ which never fails to make you flustered despite how silly his actions are.

Yuji would always send you pictures of cakes and pastries he tried and captioned them ‘banging cake’ or something like ‘you would love this cake, buying it for you next time!’ with a heart emoticon. As he did that, you sent him pictures of pastries as well, but with a spoon close to the camera as if you’re gonna feed him through the screen. Yuji always sends messages showing he’s finding those pictures silly before he asks if the spoonful of cake is for him and you message him a ‘no’. So he sends a picture of him pouting. Which makes you send a picture of a similar picture and caption it ‘for you’ and Yuji sends another picture of himself, but with his mouth close to the camera like he’s gonna gobble the cake up.

When the days of when he would come back would close in, he’d list you stuff he’d do when he comes back. Hugging you tight, holding your hands, going on a bunch of dates and first of all, finally getting to kiss you. When he tells you off the kiss, it reminds you of your words you told him before he left.

‘You may get a kiss when you come back.’

Seems like he hasn’t forgotten it either. But you could see behind the facade of his brave and cute words, he was nervous beyond that. His face would flush in reddish color when he tells you about the to-do list with you. Or the way he’d actually look somewhere else as he tells you.

You felt a tap on your shoulder, waking you up from your thoughts of Yuji. Your best friend grins at you before she faces the other way. You look where she looked and your heart constricted before it burst.

You see him. You finally get to see him after months of talking and texting on the phone. You look at your friend, asking wordlessly for something you can’t remember before she just nods her head and tells you to go.

So you go and when you see Yuji just a few meters away and he sees you, your steps quickens in speed and you run towards him. Yuji takes off his big shoulder bag, making it fall on the ground before you jump into his arms and he holds you tightly. You laugh when he starts to twirl you around. You had no reason to think he’d ever drop you so you held onto him lovingly and tightly. You burrow your face into his neck as he holds you tighter and tighter. But it felt nice and good to be in his arms. You missed his embrace and the warmth he’d radiate.

When he stopped twirling you around, you pulled away from his neck and looked at him fondly and he was beaming with happiness. Your eyes flutter all over his face, taking in how messy his hair is and the way his nose and cheeks are flushed in color. You didn’t miss how Yuji’s gaze moved all over your face. “Hi.” You mutter softly.

You heard him mumble a ‘hi’ before whispering a ‘pretty’ before his face leans in closer to yours and you feel his mouth pressed up against yours. You lightly sigh in context at the kiss, thinking how he tastes like your favorite pastry. His mouth is warm and soft against your own. He pulled away, pressing his forehead against yours before pecking the corner of your mouth before he completely pulled away.

“Oopsie, I gave you a kiss there.” He smiles widely, making you chuckle. “I kept my promise.” You tell him and he raises a brow teasingly.

“So it was a promise after all.” He dramatically gasps and you giggle before nodding your head. Yuji teasingly shakes his head before kissing you once more. You kiss him back and you feel all the love poured into the kiss, making your body and heart fill with love for Yuji Itadori.

“Does this mean we are finally boyfriend and girlfriend now?” Yuji asks against your mouth and you smile before mumbling a ‘yes’ and Yuji grins in joy before kissing you once more.

Who would’ve thought you’d fall for the guy who almost knocked your plate of food off the table. Certainly not you or the guy who did it.

—

enjoyed writing this so much I wrote it one go hihi (all my wips sobbing rn)

if you came this far and enjoyed this fic, a like and reblog would be incredibly appreciated mwah :3

[mishellii]

watching twilight with bf yuuji<3

pairing: gn!reader x yuuji itadori

A/N: something short and self indulgent i wrote after reading ch251 (i miss being happy) hope u enjoy xx

,,say it. out loud."

your boyfriend recited the words he'd heard just seconds earlier, pink hair brushing against your cheek as his head rested on your shoulder.

you could hardly focus on the 2009 hit movie that played on the small tv in yuuji's dorm room, with him making fun of every scene in extreme.

,,you're a vampire." he pitched his voice to mock the protagonist, left leg dangling off his twin sized mattress.

,,are you afraid?"

teeth playfully digging into your skin suddenly, you pushed your palms against his stomach with a giggle.

,,yuuji, i'm trying to watch this!"

the brown eyed boy just chuckled at that, letting his face rest in the crook of your neck, side-eyeing the main character with a frown on his lips.

his left hand was resting on your tummy, fingers absentmindedly fidgeting with the hem of your, truthfully his, t-shirt.

usually, yuuji was a patient guy, listening to you for hours explaining the plot of a book you just finished or explaining the math question for the 5th time with a smile on his pretty face, but he couldn't sit still to save his life.

so, watching movies with him was entertaining, to say the least.

'i wanted to kill you.' the vampire's voice purred from the screen, which made yuuji scoff.

,,romantic." he added, causing the grin on your face to grow even bigger.

the insane amount that you adored your boyfriend should be studied. it was unbearable, some times, having so much love for him you didn't know where to put it or how to show it.

,,is she deranged?" he exclaimed suddenly, addressing the way bella expressed her trust to the bloodsucker despite his previous statement.

-,,she's in love."

,,she is stupid."

letting his words run circles in your mind, you hit your knuckles against his thigh for a quick slap, making the boy wince in his exaggerating ways you were all too familiar with.

,,sometimes that's the same thing." you spoke, noticing his face twist to look up at you from the corner of your eyes, but you didn't give him the satisfaction of meeting his gaze.

you were trying to pay attention to the movie, after all.

,,hm," he mumbled, scooting even closer to you, throwing his legs over your own.

laying in your lap like a puppy, your hand ran through his hair at an angle that made your muscles cramp up but you didn't mind. you were stupid in love, after all.

"that's true."

X X X X X X X

small bonus:

,,if that's what being in love means, i don't mind being stupid." yuuji added, lips pressing against your neck.

-,,only applies if you weren't before already."

,,mean!?"

thx for reading, i hope u enjoyed !!<3

divider by @enchanthings !

[amywritesthings]

Operation: Battlepass (AKA the Totally Awesome Plan to Play Wingman by Yuuji Itadori) / a Choso x OFC story

After choosing to live together as brothers, Yuuji decides to introduce Choso to the wonderful world of gaming. What he didn't expect is for Choso to fall head over heels for his online friend. Naturally, hijinks must ensue, and the gang comes up with a plan to make this romcom a reality.

word count: 3k (part one of ??) tags: au - canon divergence, fluff, romantic comedy, told in yuuji's pov, ultimate big brother!choso, gaming, online friendshipcredit: dividers by @saradika-graphics

read on ao3 here.

PART ONE: THE INTRODUCTION

disclaimer: this is a very crack slice of life story. everyone's alive. itadori is friends with an adult through online gaming. their dynamic is very much 'you're a kid and i have to protect you from weirdos in gaming lobbies'. iris is inspired by my own older online friends growing up. it's nothing nefarious.

Yuuji Itadori has never been a wingman.

Well — kind of.

If you scratch all of the times that Itadori went along with the ‘Save Megumi’ plan conjured up by the brilliant (and twisted) minds of Gojo-sensei and Kugisaki, then he’s technically never been a wingman.

Come to think of it, he’s never really given the act of dating much thought.

It isn’t like he’s ever had much skin in the game. 

Itadori’s never had a partner, for one.

Fushiguro is smooth enough to flirt without anyone’s help, two.

Kugisaki can be a little intimidating all on her own, three.

So it leaves… well, Itadori to cheer on his perfectly-capable friends as they navigate what it means to be a teenager.

It also leaves him wondering if one day he’ll know the tv-show-butterfly feeling of helping two lonely souls get together.

(He really should focus on his own love life, but given the whole Sukuna ordeal? That’s a mess he hasn’t quite ironed out yet.)

Enter: Choso, his alleged big brother from another mother.

(Or another father? That’s another thing he’s gotta iron out. More at 11.)

Getting a two-bedroom bachelor pad with the guy you only met, like, a few weeks ago wasn't on his year-end bingo card. 

"Really?" If Fushiguro and Nobara question something simultanously, that usually spells danger.

"Yeah!" Itadori exclaims, sipping on his tea. "I mean, why not, right?"

"Wasn't he the guy trying to kill you?" Fushiguro grunts.

"Then he changed his mind on a dime and demanded he protect you with every blood cell in his body?" Nobara adds, lips trembling from her attempt to hide a smile at her pun.

(Neither of the boys catch it.)

Itadori grimaces. "Well, when you put it that way..."

Fushiguro leans back. "Trying to kill you—"

Nobara leans forward. "—to defending you—"

They come together again, and Itadori sinks in his booth.

"—in a few hours."

"Okay, okay, I get it!" Itadori whines. "But it'll be fine. We're great pals and figured it out. He's totally normal now."

So normal that Choso's in the booth at the other end of the restaurant, sipping a coffee black with a newspaper upside-down, waiting to take Itadori and his friends to the shopping district later.

(It's a little weird admittedly, but Itadori thinks it's endearing. He cares!)

So, yeah.

He ditched living at Jujutsu High in order to move in with his brother under the approval of his instructor.

Maybe it was a hasty decision, but Itadori will take the blame on that one.

Call it excitement or stupidity, he doesn’t mind.

After spending a lot of his life wishing he had a sibling of his own, it’s kinda cool to live a brother.

Not even a brother, but a big brother who takes his job very seriously.

For starters, Itadori always gets to order wherever he wants for takeout dinner, which never got to happen back at Jujutsu High.

Fushiguro used to be apathetic about what they’d order, which meant Kugisaki took the liberty in steamrolling every decision.

Now?

Itadori gets to show Choso every single one of his favorite foods and then some.

The guy doesn’t eat much — apparently something to do with being a curse, not that Itadori judges — but he thoroughly enjoys the nights watching Choso squint over a takeout box trying to figure out what the heck is in the thing.

It’s nice teaching someone else the ropes, rather than feeling clueless in his own life.

He shows Choso how to cook; how to clean, though they’re both fairly great at lifting furniture to get into those hard-to-reach spots; how to pay bills over the internet — or just to pay for bills in general.

However, there is one important item in life he has to show his big brother:

Video games.

Apparently all he ever played when he was with Jogo, Brains, and Mahito were board games.

Snooze.

Boring.

“Today is your lucky day,” he tells the man with tightly-coiled space buns one day while Choso's watching television.

Itadori thrusts a coveted console controller into his view with excitement.

Choso blinks down at it with confusion.

“Because I — Yuuji Itadori, your little bro — am going to show you the wonders and joys of gaming.”

“I know how to play games, Yuuji,” Choso flatly replies, though there’s a warmth to his tone no matter when he speaks to Itadori.

The pink-haired boy shakes his head.

“I’m not talking about Life or Trouble or, ugh, Monopoly — though you can technically play them on a console.”

Choso’s brows slide high: really?

“Yeah, really.”

“Huh.”

The man with the black strip over his nose tests the weight of the console controller in his hand, lip slightly pouted.

“So what do you… do?”

“Press buttons, mostly.”

Itadori holds up his own decked-out controller — a modified neon blue and black masterpiece that glows in the dark — and presses a few of the buttons to show him.

“You’ll get used to it. Trust me, it’s way easier in practice.”

Sitting beside his brother with crossed legs, he triggers the console to wake up to its dashboard.

The game show disappears, and a brilliant burst of color takes over the screen.

The reaction is priceless — Choso’s eyes widen to the size of saucers.

Aw, yeah, he has him interested now.

“Do you play these games with your friends?” Choso asks quietly, poking at a button with his thumb.

“Sometimes,” Itadori replies. “Fushiguro isn’t a fan of them. Nobara gets way too competitive. Like… scary competitive. We limit her screen time.”

Choso snorts. “I can picture that.”

Itadori grins and opens up a few window menus so he can set up a profile for Choso on his console.

He hands over his main controller and gestures to Choso.

“Pick whatever profile photo you want.”

Sticking his tongue to the left in the exact way Itadori does when he’s concentrating, Choso flicks over the right joystick to search through the images.

“Itadori?”

“Yeah, Choso?”

“I don’t see my face.”

“Huh?”

“The photographs.” Choso points to the screen. “Where am I?”

Itadori blinks before he realizes.

“Oh! You… don’t, ha. You pick a character.” He pauses. “Like how you choose a thimble or a car and stuff in Monopoly.”

Choso sucks in a sharp inhale and nods in understanding before fluttering through a few more options with more confidence.

He settles over a photo of Lara Croft from the Tomb Raider series before clicking it.

“Like this?”

“What, you like Lara?”

“Is that her name?”

“Yeah, she’s kinda super badass.” Itadori takes back the controller to finish up his profile. “My one online friend really likes those games—”

Then, brilliance hits him.

It doesn’t happen often, but today?

Itadori strikes gold.

“Oh, hey — if you want, you can kinda see how me and my one friend play. She’s usually on at this hour. Here.”

He pauses to reach around the couch only to hold out a headset for Choso to take.

“Wear this. It’s my spare.”

With that same inquisitive squint, Choso observes at the headphones with scrutiny.

Itadori showcases how to put them on, popping his RGB headset over his head and squishing his pink hair to his head.

It takes a little finessing with his hairstyle, but Choso does the same. He lets the headphones sit on his head and doesn’t move.

“You good?”

“What?” Choso’s voice shouts over the noise-cancelling feature.

“I said are you—” Itadori pauses, holding up a thumbs up.

Choso blinks. Then his thumb raises.

Good.

Itadori blinks back to the television screen where he signs on as himself — YuuMasterGeneral — before searching for a particular name on his friends list.

Truth be told, he’s only ever talked to this girl.

He has no clue what she looks like in person because he’s never met her in person, but she sounds pretty nice.

After Grandpa got sick, there wasn’t much to do around the house.

Sitting in a quiet house wasn’t cutting it, so Itadori tried his hand at online gaming lobbies.

Most of them sucked.

Most of them were full of assholes.

But he got lucky — an older girl that went by the moniker of Iris was nice enough to join his team.

That first night, they talked for hours about nothing in particular. Eventually he told her about his grandpa, and she added him as a friend. Iris told him to poke her whenever she was on so he had someone to play with.

Honestly? It was exactly the kind of lifeline he needed at the time.

After that, he gamed with Iris pretty regularly. Although they mostly game, sometimes they chat about their other hobbies. He's learned she has a full-time job, just recently graduating from university. A few times she's given a sprinkle of real life advice, from an adult figuring it out a couple of steps ahead of a teenager.

He felt safe. Seen.

He and Iris have been friends ever since.

Iris was good at gaming. Like, impossibly good.

So good she’d probably even beat Nobara.

But she wasn’t obnoxious about her wins, which was why Itadori enjoyed chatting with her so much.

Last time he talked to her was maybe six weeks ago. She’d been busy with her day job, but Itadori had been really busy with… well, everything to do with sorcery.

Surely she wouldn’t get weirded out about showing his older brother the ropes, right?

Iris was a private person, something Itadori could very respect, but he felt comfortable enough to invite her into this little debacle of his life now that Choso was going to be a permanent member of his family.

IRISSIRI IS ONLINE.

“Oh, cool, she’s on.”

“Who?” Choso asks, pushing a headphone off of his ear so he can hear Yuuji properly.

“My friend, Iris,” Itadori explains as he clicks to invite her to a party chat.

He then adds Choso, whose eyes widen at the magical sound of his little brother’s voice suddenly coming through the headset clear as day.

“This sounds…” 

Choso trails off, blinking as he hears the echo of his own voice.

Itadori laughs and leans over to mess with his settings once more. 

“Sorry — gotta mute yourself, buddy, otherwise we’ll get an echo going.”

Then a tiny chime sounds, and the brothers simultaneously stare at the television.

“Hello?”

Her voice is smooth as honey and soft, like she’s surprised to get the call.

Itadori immediately perks up, but he notices how Choso doesn’t move.

He just… stares, lips parted.

“Iris!” he greets excitedly. “Hey! Long time, no chat.”

“Yuuji,” she greets in return with a small smile in her voice. “Hey, no kidding. How’s it going? And who’s this…. Guest, person?”

“Oh — I haven’t given him a username yet. Iris, I wanted you to meet my big brother, Choso. Choso, this is my online friend Iris.”

He turns his head to look at Choso in the glow of the tv, but his brows furrow when he notices the pale complexion of Choso’s face turn a warm pink.

“Choso?” she asks, and Choso’s throat bobs.

Maybe he’s nervous about new people?

He’s never really been that nervous before.

“I didn’t know you had siblings!”

“Ha, yeah, it’s a complicated situation,” Itadori explains before flicking up his microphone stick so he can whisper directly to Choso: “You can speak in the microphone, you know.”

Choso clears his throat, his pink face turning scarlet in stark contrast to the black stripe across the bridge of his nose, before nodding. 

“....I’m his big brother.”

“Cool, cool,” she chides in return, and Itadori can’t even believe what he’s seeing:

His older brother practically melts in his seat as he presses a hand gently to his headphone as if to push it closer to his ear.

"It’s super nice to meet you, big brother Choso.”

Choso bites his lower lip and glances up at the screen. “You… have a really pretty voice—”

Uh oh.

Abort mission.

Itadori flies off of the end of the couch to quickly flick his microphone up to mute them both for a little familial aside. “Dude!”

Choso’s surprised, still sporting the blush. 

“What?”

“You can’t hit on my online friend!”

“I wasn’t hitting anyone, I was talking!” Choso hisses right back under his breath.

“Hitting on, not hitting!"

"Whatever!"

"Look: telling my friend she has a pretty voice is a little weird, okay?”

Suddenly the man looks a little worried. “It is?”

Itadori nods. “Yeah. Girls get bothered online all the time. Just… be cool.” 

He slowly drops his microphone back down.

Choso deflates and nods.

“Sorry about that! Yeah, no, he’s never played video games before so I thought we could show him how it’s done.”

“It's fine. But wait: he’s never played video games before?” Iris asks over her mic with a little laugh. “Seriously?”

Choso smiles small at that.

It’s lopsided and goofy. 

Itadori feels like he’s in the twilight zone.

“Did he live under a rock?” she adds in a gentle tease.

“Something like that.” Yuuji tells her, quickly loading up Fortnite for a game of Duos so Choso can listen and watch. “He’ll just hang with us while we play, if that’s cool with you?”

“So long as he doesn’t mind me asking him questions while we play,” Iris replies, sending a quick game invite to Itadori’s screen.

Both Itadori and Choso stare at one another.

Choso points at himself.

Itadori nods and points at him.

“Me?” Choso asks in a bit of a confused voice.

“Well, I’ve known your little brother for two years now, but I don’t exactly know you, ” Iris explains. “In a way, I kinda felt like his far-away big sister, so I'm happy to know he's got someone looking after him. So how old are you?”

Choso sits up a little taller.

“I'm one hundred and fif—”

“The same age as you!” Itadori chirps, cutting Choso off. “He’s twenty five.”

He can not have his normie friends find out about curse spirits and all of that insanity.

Itadori’s just grateful Sukuna never appeared cackling at his cheek in the middle of an intense match to make a pass out of bad taste.

Choso looks absolutely confused, but he slowly nods in tandem with Itadori’s pleading nod.

“...yes, I am... twenty-five years old.”

“Sweet, same age,” Iris chirps, and that goofy little look shows up on Choso’s face again.

(What gives, dude?!)

“And you’ve never played a single game before?” she asks as they load into the next lobby.

“I like Life.”

“The board game?”

“Yeah.”

“I was so bad at that game.”

“The spinner can really put you in debt,” Choso agrees with a solemn nod—

And Iris giggles.

Itadori blinks.

As he departs his character from the sky bus at the location Iris placed on the map, his lips begin to pull down to a grimace.

He’s never heard her laugh like that.

Not even when she's put toxic guys to shame and made them rage quit in Call of Duty.

“How did you meet my younger brother?” Choso asks, suddenly emboldened by the laugh.

“We met in a Destiny 2 lobby, actually,” Iris explains happily. “He helped me with a few of my bigger raids. When I found out the kid was fifteen-something, I felt like I had to make sure no one was a jerk to him in any future lobbies.”

“So you protected him?” Choso murmurs with surprise.

“More like shepherded him through games, sorta like a—”

“—big sister would,” Choso finishes for her.

“Kind of! Like I said earlier, Yuuji’s a good kid. And he’s really solid at playing games.” Iris clears her throat. “Yuuji, six o’clock. There is a drop over there.”

“Aye, aye, ma’am.”

“Yuuji.”

“Miss!” Itadori corrects. “I mean Miss!”

“Jesus, he acts like I’m fifty sometimes,” Iris bemoans, and Choso smirks.

“Yeah. He acts like I’m a hundred and fifty,” the older man cheekily replies, and Itadori scowls.

On Itadori’s screen, they watch as a potential enemy rounds the corner of the building Itadori’s looting —

He doesn't act fast enough to attack —

But suddenly they fall to their knees, before bursting into confetti with all of their items strewn about.

K.O. 

They both hear Iris whistle from her microphone. 

“Respect your elders, kid.”

“Thanks, Eye. I didn’t realize there were people on my spot,” Itadori chimes.

Yeah.

Because he’s too busy listening to Choso act like he’s going to eat the mic to get closer to Iris —

And the fact that his online friend, his very normal friend, is giggling the way some girls giggle whenever…

They look…

At Gojo-sensei.

Itadori stops moving his thumbs on the controller, too deep in thought to play as Iris carries them.

She's scoping perimeters while he's busy putting the puzzle pieces together.

He's blushing.

She's giggling.

His Mikasa Ackerman avatar gets shot down, and Iris is shouting that she's coming back to save him —

But his eyes are on the guy opposite to him on the couch staring intently.

Not at the game, no.

At Iris’ little avatar that shows up every time she speaks.

Her icon's a little chibi Lara Croft.

Kind of like his generic Lara Croft icon.

Some weirdly-fated choice in a sea of happenstances.

Huh.

Wait a second.

"Hey, Choso, do you mind taking over for me in the next game?"

Choso whips his attention, eyes widening with uncertainty. "Me?"

Iris laughs again, and Itadori sees it in real-time: that butterfly-in-your-stomach goofy face, smack dab on Choso's lips.

"I'm down if you're down, Choso."

Quickly he takes the glowing controller from his younger brother and straightens up. "I can learn."

"Just don't go running off on me on the map, alright?" Iris requests playfully. "Stick with me and we'll easily get to last twenty."

"I won't fail you," Choso promises with a nod.

Itadori crosses his arms, observing and listening to Iris explain the game gently to Choso.

Although she was just as gentle with him, Itadori can hear something different in her voice. It's like she's trying to get Choso to answer her so he can talk. She asks him questions that will get him to talk more and more, until they're having a full-blown conversation without Itadori in sight.

Interesting.

He likes her voice, that much he's deduced.

But does she like his voice, too?

Something's happening here.

The cogs are turning.

Maybe —

Just maybe —

Yuuji Itadori can actually be a real, bonafide wingman.

.

[hinatastinygiant]

Pairing: Itadori x Fem!Reader

Caught in a terrifyingly twisted experiment, Y/N faces a captor obsessed with exploring the breaking point of the human mind. Not to mention that Y/N is also keeping a huge secret about the relationship between her and Itadori from two of her close friends��� It'll definitely be one camping trip you'll never forget.

Warnings: Language Warning! NSFW (18+) Sexual Content, Violence!

one [Crimson]

two [Ruby] [NSFW]

three [Scarlet]

four [Burgundy]

five [Cherry]

six [Maroon]

seven [Vermilion]

eight [Rose]

nine [Raspberry]

ten [Mahogany] [NSFW]

THE END.

I DO NOT OWN JJK OR ITS CHARACTERS. I ONLY OWN THE OC’s.

(Updated October 7, 5:00pm est)

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Bloodhounds - Chapter 1/? (A JJK Fic)

real-life one punch man

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major and Minor Character Death Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Aged-Up Characters, Heavy Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Blind!Gojo, Suguru and Kenjaku are the same person in this, I swear this fic isn't about boxing Characters (in this chapter): Itadori Yuuji, Kugisaki Nobara, Itadori Wasuke Word Count: 3,957 Originally posted to AO3, which you can check out here! Summary: Itadori Yuuji fights to earn money to help with his grandfather's debts. Kugisaki Nobara fights to make enough money to buy whatever she wants. Fushiguro Megumi fights to ensure that Gojo Satoru's zero-interest loans aren't exploited.

After Yuuji's grandfather is threatened by a predatory loan company called Rainbow Dragon Capital, Yuuji refuses to become a bloodhound that preys on the weak for those same kinds of loan sharks. Instead, he and Nobara accept a job from Gojo to offer security -- and companionship -- to Megumi. When things become more and more dangerous, can Yuuji still refuse to become a bloodhound if he wants to protect the ones he cares about?

Itadori Yuuji had a long day of training at the gym, the only way for him to get out the restlessness the night before something important. He didn’t pay much attention to his surroundings as he made his way home, gray hoodie pulled up over his pink hair and eyes focused on his phone as he scrolled through social media. It wasn’t even necessary to look up to see when he should stop walking, not when he’d taken that path so many times over the years. His steps automatically halted once he got to the bus stop, standing there patiently with a few others who were just trying to get home at such a late hour.

The February night was cold, and Yuuji’s breathing came out as foggy puffs of air. He shivered and looked up for the bus, grateful to see it pulling up. He patiently waited his turn to get on since a middle-aged man stumbled ahead of him, the heavy smell of alcohol filling the air whenever he passed. Yuuji frowned as he watched shaky hands search through the pockets of pants much too thin for the winter season.

“Can’t you just let me on?” The man slurred out, leaning against the railing of the bus. Yuuji looked down at his fare card, debating if he had enough money to cover the cost of this man’s ticket as well. He had to check his app to make sure. “Come on! I go-gotta get back home. I can’t walk that whole way!”

His phone chose that moment to start lagging again, slow from the age of it and busted up from rough use. Yuuji sighed softly, praying that it would just hurry up. He needed to get home himself.

“I’m sorry, but I really can’t,” the meek voice of the elderly bus driver said. Yuuji knew this man, knew all about his family, knew all about their hardships and victories. That was what happened when someone as sociable as Yuuji took the same route home from the gym almost every single day for years.

“You fuuu-fucker!” The drunk man shouted, suddenly lurching toward the bus driver in an attempt to throttle him.

Yuuji jumped in surprise, and he shoved his phone into his pocket when he saw the scene unfolding. Before the drunk man could do any further damage, Yuuji pulled him off the bus and accidentally used too much strength, resulting in the drunk man stumbling and falling down. Since he hadn’t meant to use that much force, Yuuji started bowing and apologizing profusely to the drunk man.

“I’m sorry, that was a bit too harsh,” he said. “But I really can’t let you back on the bus after you attacked him. I’m sorry. You’ll have to walk tonight.”

That only further enraged the drunk man who pushed himself to his feet and then tried to throw a punch at Yuuji. The younger man easily dodged the fist as if it were a reflex, doing so again a second time just as easily. He then apologized once more with a smile and a small bow. The third punch was caught in his hand instead of dodged, and Yuuji squeezed it until the man was kneeling and crying in pain — but he still apologized while doing so.

He eventually managed to make his way onto the bus and back home, walking along the quiet streets of his neighborhood. Yuuji unlocked the door to his apartment quietly, unsure if his grandfather was already asleep or not. He knew all of the spots where their floors creaked, avoiding them skillfully.

“I know that I said I would be able to pay you back this month,” Yuuji heard his grandfather’s raspy voice coming from his bedroom, the door cracked open, “but I won’t be able to pay the rent for the cafe if I pay you back. Is there any way-”

Gramps was cut off by whoever he talked to on the other end of the phone — Yuuji suspected that it was his grandfather’s brother who had moved out of the country years ago — and there was a heavy sigh that followed the silence.

“Thank you,” Gramps said gruffly, and Yuuji was surprised. It took a lot for him to say such things, but with the large debt hanging over their heads it took a lot of money to help keep them from being homeless.

Yuuji quietly crept through the hallway until he was back in his bedroom. As much as his thoughts troubled him, going to the gym earlier had done its job of tiring him out. Once his head hit his pillows, the arms of sleep embraced him tightly and pulled him under.

The next afternoon, Yuuji leaned up against the ropes of a boxing ring as a cacophony of screams and cheers filled the stadium. His hands were wrapped tightly and shoved into gloves, and his mouth was jammed with the mouth guard to protect his teeth. He understood the mouth guard was required by the rules, but Yuuji didn’t really need it. It wasn’t a thought said out of cockiness, but rather pure sincerity.

And he wasn’t wrong.

The boxing tournament was one for the rookies of the local area, a prerequisite to the regional tournament. It had two divisions, one for men and one for women, with each division separated into only three to five basic weight classes. The local community for boxing wasn’t very large in Yuuji’s area, so some of the weight classes weren’t fully fleshed out and had to be combined with others to have enough boxers.

The first guy Yuuji faced was in his actual weight class, someone that he had trained and boxed in the past. He was very respectful to his opponent, making sure to touch gloves and bow deeply before the start of the round. However, the fight was over not long after it started.

His opponent knew that he had to move quickly if he wanted to land a punch on Yuuji, but that was a feat that no one had managed to achieve in years. Every jab and swing missed completely, even the ones that should have made contact with Yuuji. He made the mistake of looking at Yuuji’s face when one of his punches missed, and that was the opening that the patient boxer had been waiting for.

Yuuji used his left fist to slam forcefully into the space just under his opponent's ribs, taking a step back immediately after as he knowingly watched the other boxer crumple. His opponent groaned loudly, writhing in pain on the ring’s floor. Pink eyebrows furrowed in distress as Yuuji had to wait for the referee to call the match. As soon as they did, Yuuji rushed over to his opponent to help him to his feet, apologizing the whole time.

The second match was against someone in a weight class above him, but ultimately the outcome was the same as Yuuji’s first match. He allowed himself to dodge a few punches, waited for the perfect opportunity, then landed one solid punch with his left fist that won him the match.

The third match was to determine the winner of the weight class and division, and Yuuji made sure to wish his opponent good luck. The other man only shook his head and scoffed, refusing to even touch gloves with Yuuji. He didn’t let it get to him, though. Not when he already knew from watching his opponent’s fights that he would win.

And Yuuji did win, just as he knew he would. Every opponent was taken down with just a single punch, and not a single hit landed on him. The announcers told all of this to the roaring crowds as Yuuji bowed to them in all directions, but there was one part that they didn’t know to share since they couldn’t see it themselves. They would have had to be in the ring with Yuuji to see it.

The reason he waited until he made eye contact with his opponents before throwing the knockout punch was because he wanted them to see how apologetic he was over hurting them.

The women’s division fights happened after the men’s, and Yuuji found a seat with the other boxers around the ring so he could watch. He cheered and clapped for all the boxers, a little disappointed there were less of them than there had been in the men’s division. One of the boxers in particular seemed to be one to look out for, and the announcers over the loudspeakers agreed with his thoughts.

Kugisaki Nobara.

Yuuji wasn’t sure what to fully think of her, especially with the boastful way she celebrated each of her victories by climbing onto the ropes of the ring with her gloves held high above her head. But he found himself rooting for her to win. Unlike Yuuji, she ended her fights pretty banged up, blood dripping down her chin as she claimed her victory over the women’s division. He clapped and cheered excitedly for her, glad to see such a talented boxer come out on top.

Since Kugisaki’s injuries had to be examined by the league’s doctor before she could leave, Yuuji ended up waiting outside the room that was used for such matters. Everyone else had been filtering out of the stadium building for the past half hour, but he still stayed and waited patiently until the door creaked open. When he looked up from his phone, he saw Kugisaki prodding at the bruise on her face with an annoyed expression as the doctor yelled at her about how to care for her injuries.

“Yeah, yeah,” she said carelessly. “It’ll be fine, old man. Don’t worry about it.”

Yuuji jumped to his feet and smiled, causing Kugisaki to raise an eyebrow as she scanned over him. She was apprehensive as she said, “What do you want?”

“Congratulations on your victory!” Yuuji said earnestly. “I wanted to ask if you would like to go grab some food together.”

“What?” Kugisaki asked, the apprehension turning towards disgust. “Are you trying to ask me out?”

He shook his head quickly with wide eyes, not realizing that it would have come off such a way.

“Oh, uh, no! I asked everyone else, but they all told me no,” Yuuji said with a nervous laugh, rubbing at the back of his head and finally breaking eye contact with her. Some of them hadn’t been especially kind when they turned him down, but he wasn’t sure what he had done to upset them. “I was going to pay with half of my prize earnings, but it’s alright if you don’t want to.”

Kugisaki visibly brightened, a smile finally pulling across her face, and she said to him, “Why didn’t you say so, dear friend?” She walked towards him and landed a light punch on his shoulder. “I’m Kugisaki Nobara, but you can just call me Nobara. We’re already such good friends, you know? And you’re Itadori Yuuji, the real-life One Punch Man.”

Yuuji winced but still nodded in agreement with the sentiment. He told her, “I guess you could call me that. What would you like to eat?”

“Prime rib!” She immediately said. “And stop speaking so formally! Not really a point to it.”

“Pay for the prime rib yourself then,” Yuuji replied after being told to stop speaking so formally, scoffing at the idea of such an expensive meal. “I was thinking barbecue. There’s a grilling place nearby where you cook your own meats.” Nobara pursed her lips over not getting prime rib, but she shrugged and agreed that barbecue would do. The two of them headed off together, slowly getting to know one another.

* * * *

“So if you’re using half of the prize money to pay for lunch, then what are you using the other half for?” Nobara asked as she leaned back in her chair and watched Yuuji work his magic on the grill.

“My grandfather has a lot of debt from medical treatments when he was sick, so I’m going to help him with that,” Yuuji answered honestly, smiling to himself over being able to do so.

Nobara didn’t seem as happy, though.

“Where are your parents?”

“Oh, they died when I was really young. Gramps pretty much raised me, and I want to help take care of him now that he needs it,” he said, picking up some of the meat from the grill and placing it on the plate in front of her. “It’s really only me and Gramps ever since his brother moved out of the country. He found a job that would be better than anything he can find here with the economy.”

Nobara bit into the meat, moaning in appreciation over the delicious food. “You’re really good at this. How is this so perfectly cooked?”

“What about your parents?” Yuuji asked without answering her question, layering more meat onto the grill before taking a bite of the one on his own plate while he waited.

“Ah, mine are dead, too.”

He nodded in understanding, realizing that maybe the two of them had a lot more in common than he had originally thought. Yuuji asked her, “When did you start boxing?”

“Honestly, not long after they died. You?”

“The same. It helped a lot.”

Now Nobara nodded, mimicking the way he had previously. She was coming to the same conclusion that he was, and she had already claimed that they were friends now. Friends could ask their friends about their fighting techniques. So she did.

“Why do you only use your left hand?”

Yuuji thought about it for a moment, then answered honestly, “Because I don’t need to use my right.”

“What?!” Nobara yelled out. “That’s really ballsy of you to say!”

“No, no, no! I don’t mean it like that,” he told her, waving his hands in front of him. “I just mean it sincerely. I’ve never had to use my right.”

She didn’t seem necessarily placated by this, but she did eat her meat in silence for a few moments. It was the longest she’d been quiet since the two of them had greeted each other outside the medical room. It also didn’t last, the two of them falling into comfortable chatter with each other.

An hour and a half later, the two of them sat at a bus stop completely stuffed. Since no one else had agreed to come eat food with them, Yuuji and Nobara had been able to order more meat than usual for themselves. There were posters placed on the side of one of the bus stop walls, and Yuuji scanned over them just to fill the time as he waited for the bus to arrive. One of them was for a company called Rainbow Dragon Capital, and the loans they offered sounded really affordable. He reached out to pull the piece of paper down and kept reading over it, trying to see if there were any catches.

“Hey, don’t even think about it,” Nobara told him, pulling the piece of paper out of his hand and crumpling it up. She shoved it into the pocket of her sweatpants so that he couldn’t get it back. “All those companies are just loan sharks that would chew you up. Don’t bother with any of them, okay?”

“That seemed like a really good deal, though,” Yuuji said with a sigh, leaning back once more. “It can’t be that bad.”

“I mean it, Yuuji. Don’t borrow money from any of those companies. If it seems like a really good deal, then it’s probably the worst of them all,” she told him. “And with how bad the economy is right now, the loan sharks are even more vicious.”

“Alright, alright. I won’t,” Yuuji groaned. The bus came over the hill, so he stood up and stretched out his body. The fights and the full meal made him tired. “How do you know all this anyway?”

Nobara shook her head at him and sighed in disappointment, then said, “You really need to learn some things before you start taking out loans from random people, dude. Get some fucking street smarts before somebody scams you.”

The two exchanged numbers so that they could stay in touch, and they parted ways once she got off the bus near her apartment. His own stop wasn’t far behind, but it was enough time that the sun had finally set. When he got off the bus, Yuuji pulled his hood up again to help chase away the cold. After living in the same place for the majority of one’s life, they pick up on things that are routine and normal. Such as when a neighbor will be home, who cars belong to, and more. Yet as Yuuji walked down his neighborhood’s streets, he didn’t recognize a few of the cars that lined the sides of it. It was odd, but something that he simply shrugged off as he continued on his way home.

The floor below the apartment that Yuuji and Gramps lived in was a cafe owned by the elderly man. As Yuuji got closer, he could tell that most of the lights were off except those in the back, so he used his keys to let himself in the bottom floor instead of heading upstairs.

Locking the door again behind him, Yuuji called out, “Gramps? You down here?”

He found his grandfather in the back office, hanging up the landline that he refused to get rid of. The older man stood up and asked, “So? How did you do?”

“I won!” Yuuji said, smiling brightly and holding up the envelope with the remainder of his prize money. His grandfather clapped him on the shoulder, but then Yuuji took the wrinkled hand and gently placed the envelope in the palm of it. “This is for you. To help pay back your brother.”

Gramps frowned, trying to shove the envelope back into Yuuji’s hands, but he refused to accept it back. “What are you doing? You won this, so you should keep it for yourself.”

“I won it so that I could help you. Take it,” Yuuji insisted. It took a few more minutes of back and forth, but Gramps finally relented with an annoyed groan as he threw the money on his desk. Yuuji felt like he could breathe easier, and he whispered in relief, “Thank you.”

He didn’t have anything else to do for the next few days following the tournament, and when Yuuji tried going to the gym to train he got turned away. His coach told him that he needed to rest for the remainder of the week after training so hard for the tournament. Since he won, he deserved it even more.

“What am I supposed to do though?” He asked, face innocently confused.

“Rest, Itadori! Do absolutely nothing until this time next week,” his coach said, shoving him out the front doors of the gym.

The idea of doing absolutely nothing made Yuuji anxious. It was the same reason he had worked out the night before the tournament. Doing absolutely nothing meant he was left with his thoughts, which were mainly occupied with what he could do next to make enough money so Gramps didn’t have to stress or borrow anymore. It was already hard for the old man to ask for help, but having to do it so many times was wounding his pride.

Yuuji pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts until he found who he was looking for. With how long the phone rang, he thought that his call wasn’t going to be answered. But then he heard a very sleepy, “Hello? Yuuji?”

“You’re still sleeping? It’s almost lunchtime,” he said, pulling his phone away from his face to check the actual time.

“Some of us got the shit beat out of us yesterday, asshole,” Nobara complained. He heard the sound of her rolling over in bed through the line, and she groaned in pain the whole time. “What do you want?”

“Let’s hang out,” he said earnestly, really hoping that she would say yes.

It took some convincing, but eventually Nobara sent him her address and told him if he wasn’t there in ten minutes then she was going back to sleep. He told her that wasn’t a problem and hung up so he could look up where she lived.

On the way there Yuuji walked through a quiet little neighborhood. At least it was quiet until he saw what appeared to be a homeless guy running as fast as he could through the intersection Yuuji was headed toward. He raised an eyebrow at the sight, but he otherwise continued walking in the same direction. It wasn’t until a few seconds later that Yuuji considered something might be wrong when another guy dressed in all black with a cap on his head ran in the same direction, yelling out curses and insults. One thing was clear, he was chasing after the homeless guy with the intent to hurt him.

Yuuji didn’t think twice before he started running in the same direction, turning the corner so fast he almost tripped. In just those few seconds, he had somehow lost the two of them. He could hear their footsteps echoing from somewhere nearby, but the neighborhood was full of alleys and side paths. Eventually he stopped running when he no longer heard the echoing footsteps, and he spun around in a circle about to accept that he had lost them.

But then he heard a shout of pain, and Yuuji rushed to it immediately. On the ground he found the guy who had been running away, now groaning quietly in pain. Yuuji checked him over until he saw that he was okay then stood up and searched for the other guy, finding him walking away further up the road without even looking back.

“Hey!” Yuuji called out, chasing after him.

When the guy turned around, Yuuji saw black hair peeking out from under his cap and dark blue-green eyes peering over the top of a black face mask. Immediately, the other guy took off in an attempt to lose Yuuji in the maze of buildings that this neighborhood consisted of. He didn’t give up, though, pumping his arms and legs even faster to catch up to him.

What he wasn’t expecting was for the guy to jump out of a side alley right as Yuuji passed by, shoving something into his side. All of his muscles tensed up to the point of being painful, and a jolting pain shot up his whole spine. It bounced around in his head until it felt like his brain was going to vibrate out of his skull. He fell limp to the ground before he could catch himself, and then the masked guy was straddling him.

“Who the hell are you?” He asked, pushing the taser underneath Yuuji’s chin but not pressing the button to make it activate. That didn’t stop Yuuji from tensing up anyway.

“I-I just came to help,” Yuuji answered honestly.

“What do you mean help?” The guy on top of him practically spat out.

“I just thought that other guy was in trouble, so I wanted to help him.”

“Stay out of this. It doesn’t concern you,” the masked guy said. “That guy is not someone who needs your help. He’s a fucking scumbag.”

Yuuji frowned up at him, but then the taser pushed into his side again. It was activated for a long time, long enough that he thought he might pass out from the pain. In fact, he found himself drifting off. Hopefully he woke up before Nobara’s ten minutes were up.

[frenchcoucou]

brothers 彡

ac: Meriatyxx

[gojosprettyprincess]

Not proofread

Choso would def be dominant sub because as soon as he finds out what sex is and how fucking good and pleasurable having your cunt squeezing around his cock soo tight and warm felt, it drove him so fucking mindless and crazy, You'd have to take breaks from having sex with him so many times just because of his lack of control the second his cock is nestled in your velvet walls.

He'd fuck you till your poor body is overstimulated and lifeless and he'd manhandle you so easily and twist your body in whatever position his cock was aching to fuck you absolutely stupid in while he's a whimpering mess, moaning and crying into the crook of your neck, apologizing over and over to you pathetically for his lack of control, telling you again and again "M'sorry, m'sorry!, m'so fucking sorry baby, I'll do better next time I-hah! promise" as you held onto his broad shoulders for dear life, scraping and digging anger red marks into his flesh as your eyes roll to the back of your head with drool dripping down your chin.

Choso loves it when you guide him and teach him new things that are considered "pleasurable", he loves making you moan his name and cumming on his cock- it boosts his ego soo much that he can make you feel that good and satisfied to the point where your gushing cum everywhere but at the same time he gets so needy and fucked out when he has your cunt leaking and making a filthy mess on his cock. It makes him wanna do it again and again till eventually, you're both a crying mess.

A strong wave of pleasure and guilt washes over him as he ruts his cock up into your snugly cunt with all his power, strong hands gripping your waist firmly to keep you still while his cock bullies it's way into your cunt from below everytime he thrusts himself into you, the angry tip grazing against your g-spot over and over as he uses your poor body with shame. His lips shamelessly latched onto one of your nipples, swirling his tongue around the bud, sucking your nipple as if it was producing milk for him to stay alive. There's no fucking way in hell he could ever control himself when he's inside of you.

[alexiroflife]

"you can smile?!"

crack, fluff, yuji & megumi <3

kento nanami x reader

Synopsis: you're a no-nonsense woman with a thick, rigid exterior... of course, until your husband shows up

to sum it up: yuji can't comprehend the shift in your aura when nanami comes around

WC: 931

Warning(s): none

"(Y/n) sensei sure is scary, huh?"

Itadori cups a hand over his mouth to whisper to Megumi, watching wearily as you stand afar with your hands on your hips and phone to your ear, surveying your surroundings coldly for the mission you have been sent to supervise with the boys.

"You think so?" Megumi asks tiredly, following Yuji's gaze.

"Duh! I mean, look at her!" the pink-haired vessel hisses. "She's always so serious."

Just then you throw a piercing glare their way over your shoulder, thoroughly irritated by Gojo's voice yapping nonsense to you over the phone as he explains that Yaga has sent another colleague en route to your location.

Yuji shivers, horrified that your glare is directed toward him and Fushiguro when in reality you are staring harshly in no particular direction. Something Gojo says on the call makes you suddenly twitch with anger, and you're barking nonsense into the speaker furiously as the strongest sorcerer chuckles in amusement on the other end before hanging up.

Megumi sweatdrops. "In her defense, anyone would react like that talking to that idiot."

"No, but she's on another level. It always feels like she's two seconds away from snapping!"

You tuck your phone into your pocket with a harsh sigh and pinched brows, making your way back over to the boys with that everpresent sternness in your mannerisms. Yuji pulls away from Megumi, straightening his hands at his sides. "Alright you two, sit tight," you speak firmly. "Another sorcerer is on their way."

"Yes ma'am!" Yuji straightens himself and solutes, Megumi rolling his eyes.

"Why do we need another sorcerer here?" the spiky haired teen asks.

"There may have been a miscalculation of the overall case's severity. They're sending someone else for backup to handle a different task in the same location while we focus on ours," you explain stiffly, tense eyes scattering over the seemingly empty high school for any further strange activity.

"Oh. Who's coming, then?"

As soon as the question leaves Itadori's mouth, you see your blonde-haired, well-dressed spouse step into view from afar. The three of you look over, finding Nanami swiftly approaching.

"Oh, hey! It's Nanami!" Yuji stretches out his arm to wave. "NANAMI! OVER HERE!"

"Stop yelling," Megumi scolds.

Kento shakes his head when he arrives, stepping close to your side. "I could already see you when I was walking over, Itadori," he says stiffly.

Itadori huffs, imagining that this mission will be twice as stressful now that the world's most formal sorcerer is accompanying you, the human embodiment of sincere grit, but when he looks back up at you, the tightness in your face has completely melted away when you look over at your husband.

The said man turns to you, hand meeting your lower back gently as he leans in to kiss your cheek softly. "Hello, sweetheart," he greets affectionately, and you... smile?? Your eyes soften and your cheeks warm, mannerisms completely shifting into those of a love-stricken schoolgirl under Nanami's gaze, making you look almost unrecognizable.

"Hi, honey," you say sweetly, the usual surliness in your intimidating tone nowhere to be found. Nanami's lips curl up slightly, a gentle smile gracing his face.

Yuji's jaw hits the floor and Megumi scrunches his nose in confusion, watching the two of you gaze at each other.

"WH-" Yuji stammers, pointing an accusing finger at you. "WHAT WAS THAT?"

You turn to look at the boy and sigh, hand connecting with your hip again as you raise a brow, normal demeanor slightly returning. "What are you talking about, Yuji?"

"Just then! You- You looked happy!" he shouts. "And you can smile?! NANAMI, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER?!"

"Shut up, Itadori," Megum warns again harshly, and you snort.

"Do I not look like a person who can feel joy?"

The boy's eyes dart between you, Nanami's hand still resting on your back as the two of you stare at him with blank faces, the brief intimacy of your shared moment having vanished.

Megumi butts in as Itadori's brain fries itself attempting to understand what he's looking at. "I don't think you want him to answer that question."

"I wasn't aware that you've never seen (Y/n) and I greet each other," Nanami says curtly.

"I mean- no I haven't?!" Yuji exclaims. "I knew you were married, but I just figured you two showed affection by shaking hands!"

"Don't be ridiculous. Just because we take our jobs seriously doesn't mean we're robots," Kento says, in fact, very robotically.

Yuji grips his hair in torment, his shock rendering him speechless and unsure of how to process the situation.

You roll your eyes, turning over your shoulder to walk in the direction of the school's entrance. "Come on, you two. Enough dawdling, we have work to do," you direct sternly.

Your blonde partner follows close beside you, guiding you by your waist and looking down at you to say something the boys can't hear while you walk ahead. Your shoulders jump with a soft giggle, a sound completely foreign to the first years' ears. Yuji reels.

"Hurry up, you two!" you call out, tone once again, firm.

Itadori stands still with his back slumped and his brain scrambled, staring ahead quizzically. Megumi glances at him and scoffs an amused breath, slapping his hand on his back and walking forward. "Let's go."

Itadori jerks and looks up, baffled. "Huh? Megumi, don't tell me you think this is normal!"

"It's fine, you'll get over it."

"But I can't! I feel like the world's been thrown off balance!"

"You're so dramatic."

[ravewoodx]

[sqtorux]

ˋ°•*⁀➷ · too salty for your heart!

⤿ adding too much salt in their food on purpose!! that's so mean :cc

♥︎ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna, yuji, megumi, yuta and toge.

[kodaiki]

┊.˚🪩 ༘┊͙ 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 ; ↳ as a rising star in the tumultuous world of hollywood, you're handed a golden opportunity to boost your career – a fake relationship. what your manager forgot to mention? your leading man is none other than satoru gojo, hollywood's notorious fuckboy. easy? well, not exactly.

pairing: fem!reader x satoru gojo tags: smau/partially written; actor/actress!au, fuckboy!gojo, jjk is a live-action show in this au, fluff/angst/humor length: 1/?? note: AAAAAAAAA im a sucker for fake dating, actor au trope. enjoy besties! <3 taglist details: CURRENTLY CLOSED !!

to be added to the taglist, leave a reply on the MASTERLIST post of the smau (this post!)! the capacity is 50 users so pls be mindful of that!

[disclaimer: the way the reader is portrayed is just for the reason of style/posing! this is not what the reader looks like (she should look like however you’d like her to!) just wanted to clarify!!]

PROFILES ↳ y/n's besties ↳ gojo's group ↳ others

ONE – hold on, i'm dating who?

TWO – the deal

THREE – he will be a pain in the ass

FOUR – satoru, don’t be a whore

FIVE – act like you like her

SIX – meeting and matching hoodies

SEVEN – exclusive! satoru gojo’s party

EIGHT – interrupted movie night

NINE – angus disapproves

TEN – the interview

ELEVEN – it’s giving jealousy

TWELVE – breaking out

THIRTEEN – besties united

FOURTEEN – good night, loser

FIFTEEN – the audition

SIXTEEN – try again?

SEVENTEEN – sleepover

EIGHTEEN – sugar daddy

NINETEEN – we’re booked!

TWENTY – lego flowers

TWENTY & A HALF – friends?

TWENTY ONE – in denial

TWENTY TWO – invitations sent!

TWENTY THREE – i’m literally home

TWENTY FOUR – roommativersary party pt. 1

TWENTY FIVE – roommativersary party pt. 2 ─ BONUS – maki and shoko's texts after the party ─ BONUS – texts from shoko and suguru to gojo

TWENTY SIX – two months later…

TWENTY SEVEN – new character unlocked

TWENTY EIGHT – get her a grammy ─ BONUS – y/n's texts with suguru

TWENTY-NINE – sleepovers n skincare

THIRTY – let’s be honest…

THIRTY-ONE – coming to terms

THIRTY-TWO – satoru and y/n being sickeningly sweet

THIRTY-THREE – it’s like a reward

THIRTY-FOUR – worst news ever

THIRTY-FIVE – terrible plan

THIRTY-SIX – daily shenanigans

THIRTY-SEVEN – house sitting?

THIRTY-EIGHT – i have an idea

THIRTY-NINE – satoru’s feelings

FORTY – otp central + kento

FORTY-ONE – left on read

[gojoallmine]

「 ✦ acting single online prank ✦ 」

summary: you post something on your social media about being single or wanting a boyfriend. here's your boyfriend's reaction.

pairings: gojo x f!reader, megumi x f!reader, nanami x f!reader, yuuji x f!reader, suguru x f!reader, toge x f!reader

cw: cussing, mentions of dying

michi: idk why i always get a little horny when writing nanami, there's just something about that man...

masterlist

[pixelscutz]

! megumi fushiguro boyfriend headcannons ˚⟡˖ ࣪

!boyfriend megumi fushiguro ˚⟡˖ ࣪- love language is a small gifts or gestures of affection,, such as cooking your favorite meal while your on your period

!boyfriend megumi fushiguro ˚⟡˖ ࣪- yapper gf + listener bf

!boyfriend megumi fushiguro ˚⟡˖ ࣪ - turns red whenever you flirt with him,, stumbles over his words whenever you say something a little sexual

!boyfriend megumi fushiguro ˚⟡˖ ࣪- goes mute during a argument instead of yelling back at you

!boyfriend megumi fushiguro ˚⟡˖ ࣪- always listens to your wife of the story on everything (secretly thinks it’s your fault sometimes,, but always supports you)

!boyfriend megumi fushiguro ˚⟡˖ ࣪- loves giving you hugs from behind so you don’t get to see how happy he is

!boyfriend megumi fushiguro ˚⟡˖ ࣪ - his dogs are absolutely obsessed with you,, will never leave you alone

!boyfriend megumi fushiguro ˚⟡˖ ࣪- extremely protective over you

!boyfriend megumi fushiguro ˚⟡˖ ࣪- lays his head onto your lap whenever he needs to take a quick nap

!boyfriend megumi fushiguro ˚⟡˖ ࣪- apart of the sassy men apocalypse without knowing

!boyfriend megumi fushiguro ˚⟡˖ ࣪- not a big person with PDA at first but will warm up to it eventually

!boyfriend megumi fushiguro ˚⟡˖ ࣪- despite his cold personality,, he’s extremely honest and loyal with you and would never leave your side

[hinatastinygiant]

10 | Mahogany

Warning! Sexual Content!

Pairing: Itadori x Fem!Reader

The Encounter

"I will be." You grin softly, being optimistic despite everything you went through.

As he leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, you can't help the heat that rushes to your face. He pulls away, leaving you with butterflies and a fuzzy warmth that fills your chest. "Good."

Just as you begin to relax, Nobara enters the room holding a few beers. With a mischievous grin, she cracks them open one by one and hands them out to everyone. As she hands you the cold beer, you can't help but appreciate the refreshing scent. "I have never wanted to drink so much in my life," you tell her.

"Me either," she responds with a laugh.

"I don't know if this is such a good idea," Fushiguro admits, holding his beer like a grenade. "I mean, after everything that's happened..."

Nobara rolls her eyes. "Don't be a baby, Fushiguro," she teases. "We've been through a lot and we deserve a reward."

"I get the worst hangover out of all of us," Fushiguro grumbles.

Itadori laughs and shakes his head. "Come on, Fushiguro. Just this once, won't hurt, will it?"

Fushiguro looks at the three of you for a moment, weighing his options before groaning. "Fine."

You smile as the three of them sit down, feeling a sense of contentment for the first time in a while.

After a few drinks, Fushiguro breaks the comfortable silence saying, "We all smell bad."

Itadori laughs, "You're not wrong."

Nobara sighs and shakes her head. "Well, we just spent the whole weekend in the woods getting rained on. What did you expect?"

"True," Itadori agrees.

"Well, I'm going to go take a shower," you announce, setting your empty can on the coffee table.

"You remember where it is, right?" Fushiguro asks. You've been to his house a hundred times before. You hope your friends don't think you're that traumatized.

"Yes," you tell him. "But if you hear screaming, call the cops."

Everyone chuckles at that, and you head off towards the bathroom.

Turning the hot water on, you undress and wait for the room to get steamy. You climb in the shower and sigh at the feeling of hot water beating down on your sore muscles. After spending the weekend in a whole bunch of uncomfortable situations, it feels amazing.

***

Later that night, you find yourself staying awake in one of the dark spare rooms in Fushiguro's house. There's no way you're sleeping alone after everything you just went through. Now, it's been an hour and sleep still hasn't come to you. You're so tired, but still too jumpy from the events of the weekend.

So, sneaking quietly out of your room and down the hall, you make your way towards Itadori's room. You knock quietly and wait. After a few moments, he opens the door looking just as sleepy as you. "Everything alright?" he whispers.

"Yeah, I just... I'm having trouble sleeping," you explain. "Mind if I sleep here tonight?"

Itadori grins softly and nods. "Not at all."

You slip inside, closing the door behind you. He has a twin-sized bed pushed up against one wall. You crawl under the blankets, and he follows suit, curling his arms around your waist. His breath is hot against your ear as he pulls you closer.

"Thank you for coming after me," you whisper.

"Don't mention it." He plants a soft kiss on your forehead. "I would never stop looking until I found you."

You turn your head to look up at him, meeting his gaze. He kisses you again, and this time it's different.

This time, it's deeper, more intense.

Your body reacts to his touch immediately, and you're overcome with a desire that you've never felt before.

The feeling is overwhelming, and you can't help but gasp.

His hands run up your sides, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

You close your eyes and enjoy the sensation, letting out a moan.

"God, I'd be lost without you, Y/N," he murmurs against your neck, planting gentle kisses along your skin.

His words send shivers through you, and you let out another gasp.

"Me too."

He runs his tongue along the shell of your ear, and you shudder.

"Yuuji..."

"Do you want this?"

"Yes."

He leans over you, his lips brushing against yours.

"I'll protect you. No matter what."

Your heart beats faster, and you can feel your pulse pounding in your veins.

He kisses you deeply, and you lose yourself in the moment.

After all, this is everything you've ever wanted.

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you, Yuuji."

And then he's on top of you, kissing your neck, your jaw, your lips.

And you're drowning in him.

Your body is burning, your mind is spinning, and your heart is racing.

It feels so good.

So right.

So perfect.

And the world melts away as you lose yourself in the pleasure.

But the only thing that matters now is him.

You can feel your body responding to him, your heartbeat quickening, your skin heating up, your breath catching in your throat.

His hands are all over you, caressing every inch of your body.

He kisses you hungrily, his tongue exploring every corner of your mouth. His hand travels down beneath the waistband of your shorts and panties, finding the spot between your thighs.

"Fuck..." you moan.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers back. "So perfect."

His fingers circle your clit, sending waves of pleasure through you.

You arch your back, gasping for air.

"Yuuji," you breathe, "I need more."

He chuckles softly, sliding down and pulling your shorts and panties off. Then, he makes a bit of a mess of the small bed before settling between your legs.

You gasp when he buries his face between your thighs. His tongue finds your clit, and he licks at it hungrily, sending electricity through your body.

You cry out, your hands tangling in his hair.

He sucks on your clit, and you moan.

"Yuuji, please..."

His hands grip your hips, and he holds you in place, his tongue flicking rapidly over your clit.

Your legs tremble, and your breathing becomes ragged. Your whole body tenses, and you can feel an orgasm building.

"Please, Yuuji, I'm gonna..."

He continues to lick and suck, his pace increasing.

You cry out as the pleasure builds, your muscles tightening. Your toes curl, and you come hard. The orgasm rolls over you in waves, leaving you panting and breathless. He continues to lap at your juices, lapping up every drop.

You finally manage to catch your breath, and he looks up at you with a smile.

"I love you," he says.

"I love you, too," you reply, returning his smile.

"Think you could manage some sleep now?" he asks, giving your inner thigh a playful squeeze.

You nod, unable to stop the smile from spreading across your face.

"I'll try my best," you tell him.

He crawls up beside you, and you snuggle against him, enjoying his warmth.

As he wraps his arms around you, you can't help but smile.

He's always been there for you, even when things seemed hopeless.

And now, here he is, holding you, comforting you, making sure that you're okay.

He's everything you could ever ask for, and more.

And you can't imagine your life without him.

"Good night, Yuuji," you whisper.

"Good night, Y/N," he replies, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

The Encounter

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