#yuuji itadori x you

[mommypieck]

⌗︙・yuuji can't jack off to jennifer lawrence anymore ⸜⸜・

thr first time that yuuji saw he might be in love with you is when he stopped finding jennifer jawrence attractive.

his pants are down his legs and he's ready to take his half hard cock in his hand. yuuji's phone is glowing with hot pictures of jennifer lawrence, but he just feels odd. she's sexy as always but this time he just can't get hard as fast. his mind if clouded by imagines of you though. especially the time when he's seen you in the tiny bikini. blood rushes to his cock instantly. he doesn't wanna think about you, it's perverted and rude, but you would just look so pretty with his cock in your mouth. he thinks about how good you would be at it. maybe you're inexperienced and your teeth would scrape against his shaft from time to time. he would like that, knowing that he can teach you some things. but maybe you could take his whole cock down your throat without gagging. he moans, his hand going up and down on his cock. he can imagine your spit and precum mixed, dropping down on his balls. of course you would be eager to lap it up. he's dangerously close. hot pictures of jannifer lawrence never made him feel like the fantasies about you do. he cums on his hand with a clear vision of your tits. yuuji feels so damn guilty for what he's just done. but maybe he can spill some water over your shirt tomorrow so he'll have some material for other day.

[tteokdoroki]

࣪𖤐๋࣭ — JOCK BF!YUUJI ENTRY #10. babies, lots of ‘em.

about. the all star jock has an intense breeding kink that leads him to confess the plans he has for he and his weird girlfriend’s future. ( 2.5K )

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, smut, angst if you squint, characters aged up to 20s, breeding kink, unprotected sex, cum play, praise, jock bf!yuuji, weird girl + fem!reader - the brain rot continues !! inspired by @kweenkatsuki-fics recent yuuji thirsting hehe <3

“‘mma give you babies… lots of ‘em,” yuuji slurs, his hips ramming into yours at a bruising, unprecedented pace. 

beneath your shaky fingertips, the muscles of your boyfriend’s back ripple with his movements — his strength as he uses the headboard for leverage to fuck into your sloppy, sweltering heat of your sex. you’re flat on your back, his heavy and weighty body hanging over yours protectively while itadori traps you between the blazing heat in his chest and the sweaty bed sheets below. whenever yuuji gets in the mood like this, possessive and hungry for you ( and nobody else but you ), in the mood to keep you all to himself — you can’t help but succumb to each one of his touches and wet kisses. 

you can’t help the way your body trembles in the cage of his muscular arms while his abs ripple against your tummy and his pelvis tacks deliciously to your swollen clit. the bed creaks beneath the sloppy affair of your grinding bodies and somehow, within the mess of sex and love, your freehands link and squeeze to ground one another. “the way you’re suckin’ me in, god, honey,” yuuji coos, his words tickle the shell of your ear delicately, contrasting with the carnivorous way his deep brown eyes drink you in when he pulls back slightly to look at you, silver chain and dog tags dangling above your hot face, as if he’s picturing you nice and full of him and his seed. “so selfish, you don’t wanna let me pull out. you want this cum…yeah?” 

in that moment, you think you might cum, all because of the breathy whimpers from your lover that ghost over your dampened cupid’s bow ( wet from kisses ) — accompanied by the sensation of his hard-on bullying its way into your tight, quivering little hole. there’s a keen smile that spreads across yuuji’s plush lips when you nod your head ‘yes’ in response, you feel his excitement and desire for you deepen when the entire length of him twitches inside of you — pulsating as small spurts of precum begin to line your lewdly squelching walls.

“i knew you would, you’re such a good girl…and you’re all mine, how lucky am i? that you’re all. fucking. mine.” for a boy so sweet and gentlemanly outside of the bedroom, itadori is always sure to fuck you nasty and raw whilst making you feel like the most adored person on the planet. yuuji’s sailor-mouth-like praises are slurred and sinful, a tale tale sign that he’s already pussy drunk as he sheaths inch after inch within you. you can hardly blame him, not when your body adjusts to yuuji so perfectly — silken pussy stretching over the blue spiralling veins on his heavy cock. “mine to love, mine to fuck, mine to breed.” he tells you through seraphic gripes too.

“ohmygod!” you squeal, voice ringing hoarsely in your throat. your cunt spills honey molasses and sweet nectar against your ravaged sexes, juices intertwining with the small pink tufts of yuuji’s happy trail as his bright red tip bears down harshly on your gummy g-spot — providing him with the lube he needs to make love to you properly. “baby…i c-can’t!” 

just as you moan out again, legs squeezing around your boyfriend’s slender waist — yuuji’s blushing face ducks into your neck, making quick work of marking up your skin…because if he looks at your face, the way your brows crease softly and your lips part in a gentle ‘o’, and sees the way it twists with mounting pleasure. he won’t be able to hold off for much longer, he’ll lose his mind and fuck you too hard for either of you to cope. he knows that you can take it, manage to take all of his seed and all of his love — but if yuuji snaps, he’ll be pounding into you until he’s shooting blanks. 

with your hands traversing upwards into yuuji’s sea of pink curls and over his smooth undercut, he reacts with his golden eyes rolling back into the dark depths of his skull — temporarily locking away your sunlight that brings warmth to your dorm. a familiar heat prickles underneath the surface of your skin like a thousand tiny needles as you pant out your words, pleading with bambi as you look up at yuuji. “i want your cum, yuuji, i want you to…hah… fill me up ‘n get me pregnant…” there’s a feeling painfully seated above your abdomen, a burning sensation of mounting pleasure like a wound desperate to be licked and soothed by itadori.

by grinding up against him, sticky clit smearing over his tense stomach and golden abs, you think that you might garner some relief — but you only feel teased and taunted when the jock pulls his cock from the snugness of your tight head to slap his milky cockhead against your pulsing mound proudly.

“don’t say it like that, fuck, baby,” yuuji all but groans, lashes fluttering at the slick sound your cunt makes with each love tap. beads of his precum ooze over you in another form of claim, glazing you in yuuji’s scent and taste. some of it even drips from your abused hole as it clenches around nothing, desperate to be filled by all that your boyfriend has to offer. “there’s so much… s’leaking out of you. gonna have to keep you on my dick always, give you all my babies.” the rose haired man can’t even hear himself speak, not over the sound of blood rushing through his ears — carrying sex crazed hormones. certainly not over your sweet sighs that form a melody with the pap, pap, pap of your pussy as he slowly sinks back into you — building up a steady rhythm to his thrusts, like an ocean’s regular tide.

yuuji can’t stop rambling, saying whatever lustful thought sits at the forefront of his mind. having you splayed out beneath him like this, your nipples pert against his firm chest and your breasts bouncing with every forceful lunge of his hips forward — it drives him up a wall. “gonna look so pretty ‘n round when you’re full of me. i’ll put a ring on it, make you my pretty wife — holy fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight. you like it when i talk to you like that, huh?” the thick vein on the underside of his shaft presses deliciously up against pleasure spots that only yuuji knows about, never leaving you unsatisfied, not even for a moment as his body rocks passionately into yours.

tanned skin and hard muscle feel slippery underneath your trembling hands. you don’t know what to hold onto, don’t know how to ground yourself when you feel this good and yuuji’s cock skilfully dives into your sopping heat — promises of the future, a wedding and family hand in the humid air buzzing between you both but is best said by the way itadori’s body dsnces with your own, his arousal soaked signature lining your rippling walls.   

“need that so bad, yuuji! need you so bad… please fill me up, i want it inside.” you hiccup and demand, hardly able to speak through it all. the bed moans and groans just like you do, every time itadori’s dick pumps in and pulls out of your dripping, greedy hole — coated in a layer of foamy white. using your elbows as leverage, you work your hips down to meet yuuji in a slick and sensual dance, clenching at every inch of him that assails your insides until delight crackles over your hazy brain.  

“god, baby please…if you keep talking like that i’m gonna—“ yuuji whines from deep within his chest, the sound resonating through you and shooting straight down to your creamy cunt that clamps down on him, pulling little droplets of precum from his sensitive tip. 

your next words have the jock pounding into you with new vigour, desperate to give you everything that you want. “d-don’t pull out, yuuji. inside.” 

“ahh, okay,” he whimpers as his voice rises in pitch, brown eyes stinging with tears. his golden arms flex as they lift you by the apex of your thighs — dragging you back onto his cock and it’s unforgiving pace. itadori presses his forehead to yours, caramel eyes shining with tears that gleam in the afternoon sunlight breaking through the curtains of your dorm.  “okay, okay fuck. okay, oh god — h-honey, i’m…fuck! i-im cumming!” he stumbles over his every word, the pink haired jock’s entire world shattering into smaller glass fragments as he finally hits his peak. thick waves of white flood your womb, hot and viscous and lighting you up from the inside out. it coats your swollen pussy lips in an opaque layer that smears along your inner thighs, pouring endlessly from yuuji’s fat cock and breeder’s balls.

effectively breeding you. 

still humping at you relentlessly and not daring to leave you far behind, yuuji tacks two of his fingers to your clit and caresses it in smooth circles, searing his name into you forever. he never lets up, fucking his cum into your womb with languid thrusts — bulbous and mushroomed cockhead spurting his hot seet against your g-spot as it grazes the epicentre of your pleasure over and over again. yuuji holds you in his arms while your vision clears, replaced by only blinding flashes of white and accompanied by an empty scream rattling around in your throat. your arousal spurts out of you in generous and clear streams, nearly forcing yuuji’s cock from your tight, rippling walls — painting both you and him in your juices. 

your boyfriend can barely hold himself above you as you both finally come down, flopping onto you and trapping you against the sex soiled matress for cuddles. 

“we can’t have babies, yuuji,” you laugh happily, letting out a puff of air from deep within your chest once you’re finally able to catch your breath. “not right now, we’re too young and we’re still in college!”

“well duh, not right now…” he muses, kissing your jaw and your neck and every part of you that he’s marked up and bruised. “but like afterwards…yanno? a few years down the line when we both have jobs. i’m gonna be pro and you’ll be a sexy career woman. ‘n i’ll make so much money that you can take all the time off you want. make sure you’re nice and taken care of and—“ 

giggling, the sweet melodies of your laughter cut through your boyfriend’s wistful rambling. 

“what’s so funny?” 

“it’s just…you’ve really got this all planned out, huh?” you reach a hand up to cup itadori’s sweaty cheek, brushing a thumb over the rough scarring at the corner of his mouth. he leans into you, much like a cat seeking physical touch, and you scratch just under his chin. “you want to be with me for that long?” 

“i mean…yeah. i want you for the rest of my life. i thought that was obvious,” yuuji manages to say while you squish his cheeks and play about with his face, sounding a little dejected. “don’t you? … don’t you want that with me?” 

your smile drops as you shift to your elbows, immediately dead set on reassuring your usually confident boyfriend. “of course i want that with gou. i want everything with you, it’s just that…” you chew on your words, push them around the cavern of your mouth as it dries with nervousness. “it’s just that… i’m still so different to you, i’m still not…conventional by any means. so i just thought… by the time college was over you’d—“ 

“i’d get bored of you?” 

yuuji looks almost offended, his pink and kiss-swollen lips pushed forward into a pout and his dark brows drawn together in the centre of his forehead. falling back onto the sheets, one of his hands sink into the pillow supporting your head as you lay flat on your back — you feel it tremble with an emotion you can’t quite place on his face. is it anger? hurt? annoyance? either way, your heart hammers in your chest and crawls it’s way up your throat. you feel nauseous at the prospect of even upsetting yuuji — especially after the loving sex you’ve just had. 

a croak in your throat replaces your sweet voice, you’re not sure if it’s because of how you’d been previously screaming your boyfriend’s name or because of how nervous you’ve suddenly become. “y-yeah,” you say slowly. “that.” 

“how could you even think that?” yuuji breathes steadily, the corner of his mouth twitching into a frown but you can’t bare to look at him any longer — casting your gaze to the side. 

shaking your head, you blink back tears you hadn’t even known were there. “i don’t… i don’t know. forget it, pretend i never said anything.” 

itadori bends at the neck to reach you,  tutting into the air as it cools down and loses its feverish taste for lust. his nose bumps yours, the pair of them becoming neighbours while his breath coasts across your face almost comfortingly. 

“when i say i want you, i mean it. forever,”  he confesses, like a reflex, like the natural reflex that his brain has to make his heart beat. “i want you to be my wife after all this. you’re not just some college fling to me. i want to buy you a house, a big ring, keep you comfortable for the rest of my life. i decided on that when i first met you,” a calloused finger and thumb tilt your chin to the perfect angle, making you look at him, your gaze falling into a mahogany one belonging only to your doting partner. “i don't care how long it takes to prove this to you… but you’re the love of my life, so have a little faith in me. okay?”

yuuji takes your hand in his, placing your palm on the left side of his chest where the muscle keeping him alive races for you. the only girl in the room. the only girl in his worlds. his dog tags jingle at the movement but his eyes on you remain unwavering and so full of commitment. you’d be stupid not to believe him now.

“okay,” you affirm sweetly, tilting your head a little further in a silent ask. you want a kiss. “i love you, yuuji.” 

“and i love you right back,” he mumbles against your lips without skipping a beat, slotting your mouths together perfectly in a gentle chaste kiss. “now baby, please stop asking me to cum inside, you know i can’t help it and we can’t have babies just yet,” yuuji whines and collapses on top of you with a huff. 

“you’re the one who said you wanted to give me babies!” 

“and you’re the one who keeps feeding into my breeding kink, let’s not get it twisted here!”

and all throughout your playful bickering, yuuji stays nestled deep inside of you — keeping you plugged full. of both his cum and his love.  

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[matchamiko]

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Daydreams about Yuuji

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Warnings: Oral (m -> receiving): sloppy, messy oral; masturbation: dirty talk; AFAB reader (use of girl, girlfriend,); established new relationship; mentions of oral (f -> receiving).

Daydreaming about giving Yuuji his first blowjob. Being his cute, soft, bundle-of-fun girlfriend for a few months before asking him if he wants to fuck your mouth, a little crudely in your tone but quietly, a whisper from your quivering lips. Quivering only in anticipation and the mere thought of him spread out, spilling down your throat. You’re painting your nails on a book on the floor, polish bottles positioned carefully so they don’t tip. A glass of iced yuzu tea sits next to Yuuji’s on the side table, forgotten in your concentration and forgotten in your distraction.

Your nails are long dry now, a pretty pearl that glimmers in the light. They’re fisted on your folded thighs, clenching and cracking when Yuuji shifts uncomfortably under the heat of your gaze.

“You wanna - what?” Golden thighs fog any semblance of sobriety you have left, craving the warm supple skin before you like a wolf to prey. He’s reclined on the foldaway couch he’d thrifted from the side of the road, gym shorts pulled tight over the very tops of his thighs and over his crotch. Staring down at you with sweat beading his hairline and his lower lip dropped open at your sultry admission,

“Please? Should I have said please first?” You shuffle towards him, not touching but so desperately obvious in your lust that Yuuji struggles on where to look, “please can I suck your cock? Pretty please? With a cherry on top?”

You two hadn’t had sex yet, not that it hadn’t come close. Something had always interrupted, whether it was a noisy neighbour or an irritating friend or mentor, or even the cat that roams your apartment as if it was his own. Kissing him was a dream, touching him made you too hot for your own skin and only he had made you come so far, fingers deep and a little clumsy but deft and strong in their wringing of your orgasm(s) on steamy summer’s afternoons tangled up on the couch.

So asking him for favours wasn’t really out of the question. Yuuji adored it when you politely asked for a kiss, positively beams at you before swallowing your radiating embarrassment with his lips. He’s not beaming now, not in the same way.

He’s - sweating. Squirming as he nods with a dry throat, swallowing and grinding his mouth shut. You’re picture perfect between his thighs, pearly nails digging welts into his muscle and humming at the give of the blonde hairs there. He’s afraid of what might happen if he opens his mouth, some kind of animalistic whimper or a loud sob? He feels rather pathetic before you, but gloriously so, bent to your will and your pretty painted nails.

“Bet you taste so good Yuuji,” you simper, lips picking out the moles and freckles leading up to his groin, “might give me some kinda oral fixation,”

Yuuji moans then, out-loud and deep from his chest. You grin wolfishly, fingers deft as they slip over the sweat resistant material of his shorts and up under his t-shirt. It’s tight, a little musty from drying in the bathroom and it gives way for the trail over his belly,

“Hold this f’me Yuuji,” broad hands hover over the edge of his shirt and then over you, biting his lip and then biting the fabric, “Mhm, thank you for letting me do this, been wanting to taste your cock for ages,”

“Yea-sh,” his voice is crackled and muffled by his shirt, spittle damping it but you’re pulling down the band of his shorts and suddenly it’s a little too real, hands raising to pause you, “Baby wait - I -,”

Anything he was going to say dies in a guttural grunt as you envelope the top of his weepy cock in your mouth. Hands that were intended to push you away grab you closer, cradling your throat and squeezing your shoulder.

“Mmmm,” you hum, one hand squeezing the base and the other squeezing his thigh, eyes rolling into the back of your head with the salty, bitter taste of him. Little sucks and kisses have Yuuji barely containing his groans and choked whines, hips flexing beneath you. The shirt has fallen to just below his pecs, belly tightening and flexing with every kick of his cock against your soft palate, but you don’t mind because he’s still trying to keep it out of your sloppy, drooly way, fisting the fabric and giving you a peak of a soft brown nipple, hard and aching.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, please please please,” he babbles, the hand on your neck moving to the back of your head, shaking as he follows your bobbing movements. His dick is thick, long and warm in the cavern of your mouth, the mushroom tip pink and slimy with pre, and you swallow every drop a little over enthusiastically. Humming and moaning and whimpering, you’re practically dripping through your underwear, positive you’ve wet through to the carpet.

And when you breathe in through your nose and take him as far as you can, the tip of your nose just shy of his pubes; the two of you practically lose your minds. Yuuji trembles above you, hunched over and incoherent; and you shimmy your thighs together in a squeeze of relief, drool coating the base of his cock and tears skimming your lashes.

“Y-you’re so hot baby look at ya’,” he can see the way you’re wiggling your hips, craning over you with sleepy eyes and heavy pants, “why - why don’t you play with your pretty pussy? Seein’ as you’re practically milking me dry,” Yuuji’s words come out slurred and muffled, as if his mouth were socked with cotton. A large hand comes down on the back of your neck, sweetly holding you and a stark contrast to the way his cock jerks in the tunnel of your throat as you deftly skim your fingers into your shorts. 

The angle is all wrong and you can barely feel the hard bud of your clit but you can feel the pearly arousal that sloshes around your underwear, loud but not loud enough over the slurps and kisses over his cock. You make it work, squirming and widening your knees a little but it still isn’t really enough, not that it mattered because he’s enough, Yuuji is always enough to get you off whether he’s touching you or not. And the heavy head of his cock popping from the seal of your lips is just that right kind of salacious that has your mind fuzzy and dizzy with lust. 

“Ah - fuck!” Yuuji chokes on his spit, throwing himself back against the folded futon that serves as the padding of the couch, one arm slumped over his eyes as you focus your attention on the root of his cock, looking up at him through your lashes and fluttering them when your index finger catches on your clit. His breathing comes out in heaving huffs, chest expanding gloriously above you and abs flexing with every clench of his belly. It’s heaven to you, a vision you always knew would be one to keep locked away in the deepest caverns of your mind, something precious and treasured and so disgustingly debauched. You slow your ministrations for a moment, content with just watching the reactions your boyfriend has when you twist your hand, squeeze a little harder, suckle at the vein on the side of his dick. Yuuji seems to appreciate the little break, catching his breath and adjusting his hips, jutting his length into your cheek and it’s amusing that such a kind boy doesn’t even apologise for it. 

“D’you want me to make you cum? Or - do you wanna fuck my mouth?” a long, drawn out groan answers you and you return it with a long lick right up the thickening root of him, 

“I - get to choose?” Yuuji’s voice is hoarse, cracked and strained from his addictive noises, deep with lust and something a little darker, “Really?” 

At your nod, you delve back into the leaking warmth of him. Yuuji gives a strangled grunt and gives his hips a little experimental thrust, pulsing upwards into the deeper depths of your throat. He seems torn between letting you do as you pleased, and giving in to his most debauched fantasies. He’d been given oral before, blowies or whatever his friends called them but they were nothing like you, none of them paid attention to his every reaction and noise, none of them gave him any choice or option on what he wanted to do. So to have you licking him deep and soft and all things sweet, eyes open and questioning with little bias; he’s all a fluster. 

“You - you can do it, I want you to make me cum baby,” the words were supposed to be gentle, coaxing, all the things Yuuji wished he was to you but his jaw is set and his voice is more of a growl, especially when he spots your tongue lathing over the base, leaving a trail and a string of drool. He tips his head back, bottom lip tugged into his mouth and his thighs drop open further, 

“But make sure you don’t stop playing with that pretty pussy, want you to feel just as good as me,” a whimper answers him and Yuuji isn’t sure if he’ll actually last as long as he thought he would, as he conveyed through his words. And he definitely isn’t sure because you abandon his cock in favour of his balls for a moment, and he’s suddenly all tight in his belly. You’re still squeezing and jerking and flexing your fingers around him, but your wet little tongue is skimming over the soft skin of his sac and drawing them into your mouth with the most wanton moan he think he’s ever heard. You’re visibly more aroused than before, wrist working diligently in your underwear, stretched tight and a much darker colour than earlier, but Yuuji can’t focus on your pleasure right now, for once, for the first time in your relationship. All he can think about is himself and how good it feels to have his pretty girl absolutely worshipping his cock, and he doesn’t care that you’re getting sloppy in your clouded lust; you’re back to sucking him feverently and whining around the thick of him. 

“Gonna - baby you’re gonna make me c -,” His admission has you shuffling even closer, abandoning your poor, suffering cunt and slapping a gooey, sticky hand on his thigh to brace yourself. 

And it's the wet little smear you leave behind, webbing between your fingers and joining the pre dripping down his cock as you hold him with both hands that has him positively howling your name. Hips pulse into your face, forcing his cock deeper as it swells down your throat and shoots hot, wet and salty into your belly. A hand comes down to his hip, the other fisting the shirt over his chest and catching on his nipple with a startled yelp. You’re strong in your restraint, letting him thrash and writhe beneath you, keeping yourself rooted in his lap and swallowing everything you can, shivering at the taste and the feeling of his cock kicking and twitching with every pulse of his orgasm. 

“I gotta - you gotta get off baby,” you don’t realise that he’s come down, don’t realise that he’s still twitching but with overstimulation and softening against the limp muscle of your tongue, “I can’t, I can’t do another yet, m’sorry but -,” Yuuji, through the jelly-like jitter of his limbs, heaves you off the floor and into his lap with a grunt, “That was the best head anyone’s ever given me,”

You’re shy all of a sudden, as if you’re not still swallowing the remains of his spend and sporting the slickest arousal you’ve ever experienced. Yuuji kisses your nose with an appreciative smile, 

“Really? I just wanted to do it y’know? You make me wanna suck your cock all the time, s’just something about you,” you tuck your chin into your chest, almost giving in to the little kisses he pecks all over your face, stopping at your temple and deflating with a sigh at your admission, 

“You’re cute baby,” his cock twitches from where it’s nestled between his stomach and your cotton covered crotch, “But a meanie, I swear you’ll be the death of me, thought I was gonna black out at one point,” 

“Yeah, yeah,” your fingers twist into the fine hairs at the back of his neck, sagging into him and kissing him with a deflated breath. Yuuji licks into your mouth lazily, hands squeezing up the length of your waist and back down again, urging your hips into a soft grind. You’re still sat up on your knees, so all you can feel is the syrupy chafe of your underwear over your cunt and you huff, 

“S’okay pretty girl, I got you,” Yuuji smiles at your apparent distress, “You want me to return the favour huh? Let you fuck my mouth instead? That what you want?” his long, thick fingers trickle into your underwear, choking at the slick he finds there, slipping and sliding over the swell of your clit, “Fuck - you got so fuckin’ worked up, bet you won’t last long, not as long as me,”

“Just, I don’t know - Yuuji, please,” a little circle of your hips puts his fingers where you need them most, “Do something or I’m gonna cry,” he shushes you, kissing you again with a loud smack, 

“I got you baby, gonna make this pretty pussy feel better, I promise,” Yuuji physically flinches when he pulls his hand from between your thighs, covered nearly to the wrist with your arousal and he inhales deep, dark, nostrils flaring at your scent. His tongue drops between his fingers, slurping up to the knuckles and down to the callouses on his palms, eyes fluttering and reopening to stare at you, “You taste insane - fuck - ‘m gonna eat you so fucking good, you’re not gonna know what hit you,”

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[ilydeku]

"Yuji, It's not even that serious," you banter, having no choice but to watch as the scenery passes you by. Pretty patches of red and white petals littered around their origin, the roses glistening with rain felt dew. The light breeze of the April spring blew through your hair, with occasional droplets of puddles kicked up by Yuji. His grip on you was that of an iron hinge, yet it was gentle—like you were of fragile gems he handled with care, lest they shatter and burst before him. It was almost funny how this impregnable man could be disturbingly exorcising curses with great strength one day, blood-stained and unscathed, and all submissive and sweet to you the next.

"I barely twisted my ankle. I'm fine. Just put me down, I'm too heavy anyway."

He paused. Maybe out of pity or because what you said was so stunning to him, he glanced down at you with a comically doubtful look. Calling him weak or penetrating your own insecurities? Either way, that statement wasn't being overlooked. Oh no, Yuji wasn't going to let that slide.

"Heavy," Yuji echoed, in shock that you'd actually say that to him. He laughed in dismissal of your proclaimed flaw, adjusting you in his arms so that you were held like a troubled cat. "Pretty girl—look at me—heavy?" he repeated with the tilt of his head, an obvious riposte now centered over his objective. He lifts you up, having you dangling above him and you roll your eyes in defeat, crossing your arms. "Pfft. I don't think so," he retorted, a sly grin plastered on his face.

In a split second, you were no longer in Yuji's arms. The ability to react or reconcile was stripped from your hands and replaced by a sudden blur of motion. And that's when you found yourself way up in the air, only surrounded by wind and that nervous thrill of falling, except it wasn't at all thrilling. Your arms flailed in an awful attempt to slow your fall and you cried out Yuji's name in dismay. If you squinted hard enough, you could almost taste his humored expression.

With a subtle "OOMPH", you fell back into his arms and he held you tightly, your hands shakily clutching onto the fabrics of his clothes.

"Hehe, what's s'matter, y/n? Too light-headed?"

"..." You sigh, looking away with a slight smile on your lips and he grins in response, continuing his pace as if nothing happened.

[whoskimii]

omg loved your gojo makeout piece could you please write one for yuuji

thank you baby!! of course, here you go :3

⋆౨ৎ˚ notes > yuuji x you. note that all characters are aged up!! steamy makeout sesh with your bf <33 tell me if i missed anything!! ^^ ౨ৎ warning : you may have butterflies in your belly while reading this!! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

yuuji missed you. of course he did. how couldn't he ? between his missions and yours, you both got less time to spend with each other. as much as you hated it.

you knew you had no choice but to follow orders whenever your bubbly teacher would interrupt your little moment of peace to tell you that you had yet another mission. it was honestly tiring.

whenever you had a mission, yuuji had free time. and whenever yuuji had a mission, you had free time. it was like an endless cycle. the circle was just repeating itself, over and over again.

so when you both had free time at the same time, your heart leapt out of joy.

that also explained why you found yourself in your boyfriend's dorm. yuuji was on top of you, his hand buried in your baby pink panties as your pretty manicured fingers tangled in his disheveled strands.

he caressed your needy little clit with the pad of his middle finger as you whined sweetly against his lips. when he pulled his hand out of your underwear, he connected his finger with his thumb and slowly stretched the little sticky string of transparent fluid and watched shamelessly. he couldn't believe just how wet you were.

"shit," he cursed under his breath. "you get like this 'cause of me...? i'm a lucky bastard." he grinned lazily before his lips crashed onto yours. you hummed into the kiss and he smiled, his hand wrapping around your waist while the other grabbed a handful of your ass.

he sighed and rested his forehead against yours. his heart was beating like crazy and his cock was throbbing in his pants. to relieve himself, he began grinding against you. he sneaked a hand around your thigh and hooked it over his hip to pull you impossibly closer. "i need you, yuuji..." you mumbled.

he absolutely loved the way you said his name. it would always roll off your tongue like honey. he didn't care about the circumstances— the way you called out his name, the way you breathed it and moaned it, it would always make him shiver.

"yeah, i know... i know, i need you too, baby..." he breathed. he wished he could just fill you up right there and then but he feared that megumi would complain in the morning. again. poor baby didn't sleep much when you were around :( "i promise, sweet girl... i'll take care of you... wanna stuff you nice and full but we aren't alone..."

at your little disappointed whine, he sighed. his heart almost ached. "i know, baby, i know... s'fine. i'm still gonna take care of you." you bit on your bottom lip as he pressed the tip of his finger against your sloppy entrance. "gotta be quiet, cupcake." he slowly slid his digit inside you, all the while covering your mouth with his hand.

as his finger finally bottomed out, he hummed approvingly. "aaaand... s'all the way in, baby." he pushed it in and out lazily, watching your pretty eyes flutter close. "feels nice, huh ? yeah..." he chuckled. "bet it makes you feel all warm and tingly inside."

as you clenched around his digit, he sighed. he just wished that he could bury himself between your legs right now but if the sleep of his grumpy friend was disturbed, yuuji would never see the end of it.

he hummed. "c'mon, baby. don't take too long, okay ? i wanna get spoiled too." you whined. "yuuji..."

"yeah ? somethin' you wanna say, sweetie ?" he asked cockily. "wanna cum..." you mumbled. "i know." he finally found your sweet spot and it only took you a few other thrusts to come. "aw, you came ? already ? shit, i can't believe it." he slowly pulled out his digit, which was now coated in your sweet essence. "mind if i get a taste, baby ?"

you would never deny him his favorite drink, would you ?

yuuji is such a sweetheart like???

⋆˚࿔ kimi 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[rinhaler]

Alexa, play - WUSYANAME - by Tyler, The Creator

✧˖*°࿐: 18+ only, no minors.    ✧. ┊ boyfriend!Yuuji Itadori x f!reader x bully!Megumi Fushiguro

Yuuji Itadori = the love of your life and best boyfriend you've ever had. He loves giving head and he's a total sweetheart. You thought his best friend Megumi would be just as sweet when he joined your art class. But, ugh, he's the worst!

disclaimer: this series is a re-upload from my old blog @fuwushiguro ! warnings will be added accordingly per chapter ♡ I'm going to upload chapters weekly until they're all moved from there to here !

chapter one: What Is Your Name, What Do You Bring?

18+, consensual sex, oral, face sitting, aftercare, disrespecting sex workers.

chapter two: Drown In Some Syrup

18+, consensual sex, oral, disrespecting sex workers, bullying.

chapter three: We Groove and We Dance

18+, dubcon/noncon, consensual dry humping, bullying, fingering, drugging, choking, degradation, bladder failure (NOT piss kink), vomiting, marking??? clubbing.

chapter four: Think Slow, ‘Cause I Move Fast

18+, exhibitionism, semi public, fingering, bullying, drugging mentions, bladder failure mention, vomiting mention, praise kink, brief fainting (ish).

Chapter Five: The Root Of The Apple

18+, panic attack, mental health issues, alcohol consumption, drug taking, bullying, drugging mention, bladder failure mention, marking mention, family drama.

Chapter Six: Smell Some Perfume, Head In The Wind

18+, (kinda) panic attack, cocaine use, familial issues, handjob, misogyny, dry humping (a little??).

Chapter Seven: We Can Sit and Talk, Baby, Get It Off

18+, consensual sex, sleepy slow sex, praise kink, water infection mention, sleeping difficulties, alcohol consumption, smoking, panic attack mention, drugs mention, family drama, arranged marriage mention, bullying.

Chapter Eight: It’ll Probably End With Me Being Forgot

18+, consensual sex, face sitting, praise kink, drug taking, bullying.

Chapter Nine: We Can Switch Off

18+, long distance relationship, slight intimidation and name calling, relationship pressure, family difficulties.

Chapter Ten: Get Your Passport, 'Cause We Runnin' Off

18+, PG chapter tbh, daddy kink mention??, attempted/thwarted bullying.

Chapter Eleven: One Minute, It's a Beautiful Scene

18+, PG chapter tbh!

Chapter Twelve: I Pick a Tail Number and We Could Be Tourists

18+, alcohol consumption, arguing, name calling, strong language lmao, PG chapter tbh!

Chapter Thirteen: I Got Your Bitch Movin'

18+, alcohol consumption, drug consumption, infidelity, gaslighting, manipulation, paranoia.

Chapter Fourteen: Bright Light, I'm Like a Moth

18+, dubcon, alcohol consumption, drug consumption, infidelity, gaslighting, manipulation, paranoia, degradation, handjob (m+f receiving), oral (f receiving), overstimulation.

Chapter Fifteen: Tell Me Where The Piece Go, 'Cause I'm Lost

18+, drinking, pining, arguing, etc.

Chapter Sixteen: I Think That I Got What You Need

18+, phone sex, praise kink, sex toys, substance abuse, pining, slut shaming, arguing, family drama??, etc.

Chapter Seventeen: I Value The Times That I Take You Out

18+, pet names, cheating, arguing, family drama, cocaine use, depression, (sort of suicide discussion), pining.

Chapter Eighteen: Call Me If You Get Lost

18+, pet names, cheating, family drama, smokin' weed!!, depression, blowjob, fingering, pining

© 2023 rinhaler

[cuntdevil]

★ ONE (1) NOTIFICATION FROM . . .

unlike other men on discord, yuuji itadori is a gentleman. your one and only savior, your night and shining armour. he saves you from all the disgusting shit they say about you, only to want the same thing.

( fic demographics. ) jujutsu kaisen, yuuji itadori, sexually mature. minors, ageless & blank blogs: do not interact & 4762 words !

╰┈➤ gamer!yuuji itadori & gamer!reader, yuuji is aged up to be in his early twenties, yuuji cums prematurely, mentions of masturbation, videotaping, teabagging, handjob, cum licking & spitting, not proofread.

( author's note. ) ive been feeling very nasty. very freaky. someone please match it and comment your feedback 😋 !!

Yuuji feels protective of you. How could he not when you're a pretty girl in a discord server predominantly for men? How could he not when he knows what the other frequent players say behind your back? Every time you make an appearance in the server as you join the game, someone's running to the private group chat to say some crude and disgusting thing they'd like to do with you. And you didn't make it any better when you finally mustered up the courage to turn your camera on for the first time, at your desk in a skimpy tank top with no bra underneath. Truly a mistake done on your part because now you have hundreds of men seeking you. 

Skin that seems to be golden no matter the lighting, and a laugh that has you showing off your pearly-whites. The way you giggle, it's sickeningly sweet and has all the other men's imagination running rampant. You've had different hairstyles over the time, but his favorite on you— the one he believes compliments you the best— are any type of braids that fall down your back. You have a power to men that you just don't understand, and Yuuji has to protect that very innocence … All to himself. 

He has to call off the men when they make a sexual comment right in front of you. The perks of being a mod within the server, he's able to delete messages that he feels are unnecessary and uncalled for. He has to stand guard of you when others come off rude and way too strong. He defends you whenever he needs to because he's a “gentleman” — a nickname coined onto him as members came to see Yuuji's chivalry. And if he's had it to his wit’s end, he'll raise his voice to whoever’s out on a call just to come to your rescue. 

His kindness doesn't go unnoticed either. When you've tried to speak up for yourself, he's always there and ready to take over as if he's the one being disrespected. His ears would turn pink, his face following right after and nearly matching the tone of his hair. Wide brown eyes that seem to get bigger at his passion despite his knitted eyebrows. Miraculously always there when you're online, you have your own online guardian angel looking out for you. You'd always show gratitude, thanking Yuuji for for doing what you couldn't — because he never gave you the chance. And the bystanders and lurkers who just peer in the chat wonder how naive you can be, seeing straight through the facade. 

Because while he can see what the other men say behind your back, it doesn't mean he doesn't join in from time to time, agreeing with what others have said about you. He's no better than the rest. Probably worse as he plays right in your face and he's got you right where he wants. In the palm of his hands, you're the one to make the initiative of messaging him. A simple ‘hey!’ that Yuuji is all too ecstatic to answer. Conversation flows easily between the two of you, something that Yuuji expected but never that it would go this smoothly. 

At some point, Yuuji feels like it's become genuine until his cock is hard and he can only think about taking control of you, holding your body close to his and ravishing you in a way he's sure you haven't experienced. How he vicariously fucks his fist at the mere thought of you and while he enjoys the conversations the two of you have, he's thinking with his dick first. 

How he can't stop after one round, going on until he's completely spent and his hand is covered in his seed. He's entirely too tired to clean himself up, falling asleep then and there right after. He has your photos saved to a folder he has locked away by a passcode, the simple peanuts emoji to title it. He feels guilty for it occasionally, building up this level of trust with you to go right behind your back and do this, but gosh. You're so pretty, he can't help himself. He has to have you and he'd be damned if someone else reached you before him. 

He's been awake for a couple of hours now, scrolling through his phone and constantly pulling down the notifications tab, expecting to see the Discord logo and your name on screen. However, still none. He pouts as he turns to lay on his back, rubbing out the eye crust and finally pulling his body to sit up. He's become obsessive, to the point where he grows anxious if you don't message within a certain amount of hours, always trying to tell himself that you're busy, but his irrationality speaks higher volumes than his common sense scratches at his brain. 

Climbing off the bed, he throws his phone down to try and give himself space. However, a couple of minutes have past and that thought leaves his brain as he reaches back for his phone and shoves it in his pocket. Go to the bathroom, wash his face, brush his teeth, cook breakfast and whatnot— it's a repetitive routine. After that, he'll go onto play hours of Overwatch, around the same time that you're on. He'll chat you up and get a giggle from you that he'll think about for the rest of the day until his hands are back in his pants and he's releasing a load all over his abdomen. Just like clockwork, but it's growing tiresome.

The toothpaste is foaming up in his mouth when he feels the vibration in his pocket and he's dropping his toothbrush in his sink to take it out. Just like he was hoping, a notification from discord. He grunts in disappointment, however, when it's an announcement. Shutting it off, he huffs as he continues his daily regimen. It's only a few seconds later when he feels another buzz, which he finally musters up the strength to ignore, and then the next. Then the next… 

“What the fuck?” He curses, dragging it out once more. However, before he could grumble out anything else, it's you. In an immediate change of mood, he opens up the notification. Your set of messages spilling through, starting off with your mandated nickname for him— Yuyu. 

you: heyy good morning !!

you: i remember you telling me that you're spending some time in tokyo before heading back to miyagi. 

you: im actually going to be in tokyo for a while and you're the closest friend i have in the server so…

you: so !! i think we should meet up !! 

you: if you're fine with that, that is 

His heart is beating out of his chest, pounding against it so hard, he feels as though he's going to throw up. “Shit,” he curses. This is all he's ever wanted— the chance to meet up, to see you in person, to finally… to finally make you his. He's come to talk to himself, loudly celebrating to himself as he's completely excited. The idea of seeing you in person is coming closer to becoming a reality. However, it can't become one if he forgets to respond in all his excitement. 

The yellow crescent moon is still up on the corner of your profile picture, waiting for his response. Yuuji tries to calm his breathing, puffing in and out as he's typing out furiously.

yuuji: of course! 

yuuji: just let me know when you'll be down and we can see which date works best

Not too long after are you typing out a response, sharing the same amount of glee if not more. Yuuji has to set down his phone to contain his excitement, ignoring the further buzzing as he gets himself under control as it all becomes too surreal. Putting everything back in place, Yuuji leans against the sink as he processes everything, a fantasy soon becoming a reality. 

The two of you get closer in that time period, seemingly unseparable as you both keep each other up at ungoldy hours. Video chatting and taking voice calls whenever there’s an opportunity. Yuuji was ecstatic to see your reaction to him buy you a nitro membership, getting to be able to see your eyebrows furrow in confusion before pure excitement and delight greets your face. How you squeal as you rush to try out emojis you never had access to outside servers.

“I could kiss you right now, Yuyu! You have no idea!” That sends him over the edge as his cheeks are tinted pink and he questions why he didn’t do it anytime sooner. He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly as he brushes off the gesture as if it were nothing. However, inside his head, he can’t help but think that he’s got you tied around his finger now— tighter than ever. 

—

You were so confident in yourself weeks prior to this, bravely asking Yuuji if the two of you can finally meet in person. However, now that you’re finally standing outside of the door to this restaurant, you feel your heart inside your throat, pulsing loudly in your ear and your hands are shaking. You’ve always been warned about the people you’ve met online, getting the lessons and lectures of predators and those lurking deep within the shadows. You’ve always been careful and tedious with who you trust and befriend, especially in a server dominated of guys— something you should’ve left a long time ago.

You remember filling out a little introduction template, placing your pronouns as she/her and being immediately bombarded with lonely and misogynistic men responding to you— either with a sexual innuendo or a rude remark. Truthfully, you were planning on muting the entire server and just lurking in to receive tips and hacks to get through Overwatch, but there was this one mod. There was just this one moderator that striked your attention away from the rest, putting the members back into place and giving you a proper greeting. He made you check in more frequently and try to partake in all the action of the large server.

You grew accustomed to the harrassment and the disrespect, ignoring it when it wasn’t a battle you wanted to fight and when it was, he always seemed to be there. Always ready at your defense, standing guard for you. He made everything more bareable and gave you the courage to reach out to him. 

Yuuji was a sweetheart, easy to talk to and a “comedic genius” according to himself. You look forward to talking with him and he made your heart flutter. The moment he accepted to meet up with you, there was a shift as the two of you became flirtatious with each other. Jokes would become more sexual and video calls would become longer. It came to the point where you would squeeze your legs together, arousal pooling onto your cotton panties. There would be nights where your hands traveled under your nightgown to rid yourself of the sexual tension building up.

And now that you’re standing at this door, blocking people from entering, you wonder if he won’t like you in person, that it was all just fun and games and that he really didn’t like you like that. 

��Are you going inside or not?” The annoyed voice of a stranger finally snaps you outside of your mind, giving you the strength to finally swing the door open, looking behind you to apologize.

“Sorry!” you apologize sheepishly. Entering the restaurant, it puts you at ease as the cold air hugs you tightly in contrast to the heat outside. The dark interior and the dim warm lights are inviting to you, always preferring it over the colorful. You start fiddling with your fingers as you move out the way for more guests to enter, trying to scan the area for Yuuji. The two of you had exchanged phone numbers, and he had messaged you, saying that he had already arrived. It isn’t until you’re seeing a head full of pink that you finally make the connection and walk in his direction.

“Yuuji!” you call his name, approaching the table to see him turn in his seat at the booth. His eyes lighten up and your heart skips a beat. 

He looks even better in person.

She’s more beautiful in person.

Yuuji’s too quick to jump out his seat, banging his knee against the table and causing the silverware to jump. Calling attention to the both of you, people start looking his way. In embarrassment, Yuuji apologizes to those around him, his face heated up. You can’t help but giggle as you pull him for a hug. “It feels so good to finally meet you.”

Him in your warm embrace, it feels comfortable to hold him like this. It feels too natural, as though the two of you had been long-time friends already. His grip tightens on you as he inhales your scent, a fruity fragrance coming off of you and Yuuji has to pull himself away before he feels himself harden in his pants. “Same!” he beams. “Gosh, I was nervous the entire way here. I thought I was gonna throw up!”

“Me, too!” You laugh. “I was legit standing outside the door right now, panicking my ass off—”

You both spend two hours in the restaurant before leaving, venturing Tokyo together as you look through the stores and places for things to do. You window shop, but Yuuji spends the money he’s been saving up on you despite your constant refusal. Throughout the day, he’s been daring. He grazes his hand against yours to test the waters before holding it. He stands too close behind you and gently grabs at your waist. He finally takes it a step further to touch your ass ever so tenderly in the dress you’re wearing. You’re not the naive fool people make you out to be, noticing it all but playing it off as if you didn’t. That familiar coil in your stomach returns as your arousal seeps through your panties. You’ve learned to control your breathing in the hours you spend together. 

The sky gets darker and the temperature gets cooler. You’re starting to yawn and your feet’s aching. Yuuji can tell that you’ve had enough as the two of you head to the nearest train station. 

“Are you staying at a hotel?” he asks, looking at the map against the tiled wall, trying to figure out the direction the two of you should head in. “I can go with you and make sure you head back safe.”

“Yeah,” you tell him the hotel name. He takes the lead, directing you through the heavy flow of people. He holds onto your hand tightly, pulling you through the traffic and making sure you never leave his sight. He’s grown more confident, when you’re on the train, he pulls you against him as his hands wrap around your waist. He keeps you still so you won’t squirm, your behind pressing against him and he can only hope his erection isn’t too evident in his jeans. And when you’re both out the station, he stays close to you at the dead of night until you’re checking into your room. 

Yuuji watches you swipe the key card as he’s trying to think of a way to convince you to let him inside. However, when you swing the door open, you’re still standing there after dropping your belongings by the door. “I had a good time today.”

“I did, too,” he smiles. “I’m happy we finally got to meet. It’s nice to see your face off camera.”

“Yeah,” you agree. “I got a clearer vision to dream about now.”

It catches him off guard, his tongue tied and he can only manage to choke out a laugh. “That’s a good one! Can’t believe I didn’t think of that one. Well, I’ve gotta—”

“Stay!” you exclaim, reaching for his hand when he takes a step back. Both of your eyes widen, you moreso out of embarrassment and him, shock. “I mean… It’s getting late and I’d feel like crap if something were to happen to you. You should stay for the night.”

He nods, one foot inside your hotel room. “Yeah, you’re right. I should.”

—

“Fuck,” Yuuji curses the moment his underwear drops, cock springing free. He’s flushed, sitting on the edge of the bed as you’re on your knees. His legs tap against the floor in anticipation as you’re centimeters away from his length. Heart panging against his chest, precum continues to leak as the cold air of the hotel room kisses his tip. His mushroom head angry in color as a vein pulses down his rusty pink shaft. 

Your gaze is transfixed on his length, plump lips watering at the sight before you. He’s thick with a good length to him. His erection falls to his stomach as he’s slouched back on the bed, twitching every so often as it begs and calls for attention. His balls hang, heavy and fat, as they rest in between his thighs. You have to run your hand up and down his legs to calm his restless tapping, fingertips traveling from his ankle to reach into the curls of his happy trail, a few shades darker than the hair on his head. 

The sight before you has you weak. How he’s desperate for your touch and waiting for you to do something. Slowly do you spread his legs and unconscious does he inch closer to you, nearly hanging off the edge of the bed. The veins in his arms portrude as he holds up his weight. He feels vulnerable, thinking that all this time when he got you to himself, he’d be the one in control. However, he’s putty right now and his mind is a scrambled mess, the only thing coherent is his want for you. 

“Shit,” he curses once more. “Come on, (Y/N). Do something.”

“I will,” you huff. “Be patient! ‘M just admiring the view for a bit.”

You’re out of your dress and have rid yourself of your bra, your knees already starting to ache against the tiled floor as you’re slotted in between Yuuji’s legs. Your breasts hang, dark nipples pert and puckered as they shiver for a dollop of affection. They need Yuuji’s lips, you can’t help but think. That’s what they need. 

You let out a shaky breath as your slick continues to leak, your panties too soaked to contain it anymore as you feel a wet heat in between your thighs, causing them to stick. You don’t quite understand why you’re holding yourself back. After all, you’re the one who initiated all of this. You’re the one who wanted to meet up, you’re the one who invited him to stay the night, you’re the one who made the first move— kissing him abruptly the moment he stepped out the door.

Poor Yuuji didn’t have a chance to fully process before your hands snaked around his neck. However, once he did, a moan was pulled from his lips as he bucked his hips right into you. His hands didn’t quite know where to go, planting it on your hips before you pulled away to lead them to grab your ass. “Felt you trying to cop a feel all day…” you breathed. “Felt your erection on me on the train. Don’t be scared now.”

His face got embarrassingly red as he felt like the roles had always been reversed. He always told himself that he would be the one to trap you, but he feels like that you’ve been weaving this web all along. However, he has no time to get insecure when your lips are back on him as you’re pushing him to the bed. 

Your tongue lulls out, your spit shinning under the light as you drag it against Yuuji’s inner thigh. You can taste his sweat as he shudders, the salted taste traveling up to his balls. You inhale his scent, a fine line between musk and a generic brand of whatever bar soap he uses. You hum and the vibrations of it makes his cock twitch and his breathing all the more heavy. “C’mon, (Y/N)...”

Your tongue flattens, touching the crevice between the base of his cock and his balls. One long stripe from the bottom to the tip of the mushroom, swirling your tongue around the head before pulling away completely. He whines, not liking the provocation until he feels your hand cupping his balls. He curls up his fists, pushing into the bed as he’s always been overtly sensitive there, more than other men. 

You fondle them, squeezingly gently on the skin as one of your hands snake down to dip inside your panties. Your middle finger gliding in between your sticky folds, feeling the patch of wetness against the crotch of your panties before you pinch your clit. Your head dips even lower, tugging at Yuuji’s thigh for him to get even closer to the edge of the bed. Balls hanging more freely, your shoulders get under his legs as your mouth opens to suck one in. Saliva pools from inside your mouth, building up more to lubricate them. All throughout, you moan shamelessly as Yuuji’s trying to hold back.

“Oh, God!” he gasps, head peering down at you to watch you suckle on his balls. “You’re gonna kill me.” You’re staring right back as you watch his face twist and contort. Adjusting his position, Yuuji uses faith to hold him up as one hand comes to wrap around his cock, a deep need for more. 

Your fingers continue to guide against your folds, your juices staining your digits as your eyes shut in delight. Every so often do you hear Yuuji call out your name, telling you how he feels so good. Pumping his cock, he can feel how close he is to releasing. He should be ashamed for how quick it approaches, but his mind is too fogged and selfish to care. His legs tense up as he continues fucking his fist through it before choking out your name. “Bout to fuckin’ cum.”

You release his balls with a pop, a string of saliva following as your next free hand comes to take control. Moving his hand away, you move your hand languidly and with a sense of vigour in a determination to get Yuuji to cum. A band snaps in his stomach before he’s aware and thick spurts of cum coat your hand and some splattering onto your face. His chest rises and falls before calming down, eyes becoming heavy as he looks down at you— you pretty little thing. 

His release gave him a boost of energy, bringing his confidence back up as he grabs your hand. You don’t register what he’s about to do, just watching him take your hand. It’s all sticky and messy from his orgasm, all because of him. He opens his mouth, tongue lulling out as he licks it all clean. Tasting himself, like he’s done times before, when he’s all clean he grabs your face. He squeezes your cheeks and he doesn’t have to tell you to open up. He spits his load into your mouth and you eagerly swallow it, pupils dilating and heavy with lust. 

You don’t waste a second to get back on your feet, crawling on top of the bed to hover over Yuuji. Fixing each other’s positions, you’re stradling his lap before pulling him into a deep kiss. When you pull away, your eyes are lust-blown. “That was so fucking hot!” you exclaim. 

Tongues colliding once more, you swallow each other’s moans. Hands roaming each other’s body, Yuuji rids you of your panties, his digits feeling your puffy folds and just the mess you’ve made in between them. You buck your hips into him for more friction, mewling out as you can feel his cock against your leg. He changes both of your positions, now on top with you.

He feels himself running out of breath at this time and moment, everything feels unreal. The amount of times people have tried to lay claim on you, fighting for your attention and all that he had to do was show that he was a decent human being. He’s always told himself, convinced himself, that once he got to fuck you, that there’d be no more. However, you’re a drug to him now and he’s addicted off of his first hit. 

However, he still wants to lay his claim, wanting to boast about having you. The idea comes to him in the spir of the moment, getting you on all fours as you look back at him, his length kissing at your entrance. You’re waiting expectantly and despite such a vulgar position with your pussy out and glistening for him, your eyes still shine with an innocence to them. He glides his cock between your ass cheeks before he’s leaning over to the night stand and reaching for his phone. He grabs it up and pulls out the camera, turning it to video.

You don’t protest, simply wiggling your ass against him as you grow impatient. He starts the video the moment his tip intrudes your tight space, drawing a moan from your lips. He curses as he tries to keep the camera steady, but to no avail. He wants all of his hands on you while he fucks you into the mattress. He leans against you, invading your walls in a matter of moments as he props the phone against the pillows, managing to get both you and him at a proper angle. You call out his name as he fills you up to the brink, your braids falling in front of your face as you suck him in.

“C’mon,” he whispers. “Show them just who’s fucking you.”

It’s caught on video, your wanton moans crying out Yuuji’s name. How you bite your lip as you whine and whimper out the coarse pleasure erupting through your body. You tighten and clench around his cock and Yuuji’s got the strength to hold back from releasing in you too early this time. His thrusts are languid and fueled with motion. The air is filled with the sound of your wet pussy being fucked, the two of you moaning and crying out from the ecstacy. 

It’s delicious how your back arches and how you’re losing balance, arms to exhausted to hold you up any longer. As his phone keeps recording, it captures how your face is in between the pillows as your hands find home right back at your clit as Yuuji plunges into you. Your sensitive nipples rub against the comforter as your body rocks, continously overstimulating you. You’re rubbing circles into your clit as Yuuji leans down to whisper in your ear. “Tell them who’s got you. Tell them that you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you squeak proudly. “I’m all Yuuji’s.”

He kisses down on your neck, still thrusting into you viscerally as he breathes, “All mine.”

He grabs the camera when you announce that you’re about the cum, aiming it right where his cock meets your pussy. Maintaining the same rhythm, when you release, it captures how you paint his cock white— your nectar creamy and dripping down onto the sheets. He chases after his own orgasm, hearing how your moans get more high-pitched as you become sensitive. When he twitches inside you, you’re reaching behind you to halt him from removing himself. “Cum inside. Need you to cum inside me.”

Gosh, you’re such a temptress. He listens to what you say, his seed spurting inside you, thick and plentiful just as before. You sing out in satisfaction as your body calms, feeling how he fills you to the brim. His arm wraps around you, pulling you up as you lazily lean against him. The phone’s in front of your face as he kisses you all over. “Smile for the camera.”

Still inside you, you’re still moving and bouncing on his cock. Your pussy spent, but crying out for more. You obey his word, eyes heavy in exhaustion as you smile. He ends the video right there as you beg him for another round. Still hard inside you, he fixes you on your back. He doesn’t think he could ever say no to you. 

Later that night, you lay against his chest as you watch him hop into discord, entering a private group chat. You don’t question any of it, not when he pulls up the video of you two. Clicking on it, he sends it without another word, turning off his notifications the moment it properly sends.

( author's note. ) had to stop and scream every so often lolz.

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[mononijikayu]

ligaya — itadori yuuji.

“I’ve tried everything, guys!” Yuuji moaned, his voice muffled against the table. “I sang songs from outside their dorm window! Serenaded them like they do in those old movies! And I even left notes on their locker every day for a week, with little snacks. But nothing! Absolutely nothing! They just keep saying no!” Nobara snorted, taking a sip of her coffee. “Maybe because you’re coming on way too strong? That’s what I’d do if someone kept bugging me. And really, are they even into men?” Megumi sighed, crossing his arms and nodding. “Nobara’s right, though. Are they even into men?” Yuuji’s head shot up, eyes wide and desperate. “They are! They told me! But I don’t want to bug them! I just… I just want them to see how much I care! How much I—” He faltered, feeling the weight of his own words. “How much I love them.”

GENRE: Alternate Universe - Canon Convergence;

WARNING/s: Fluff, Romance, Love At First Sight, Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Light-Hearted, Slice of Life, Friendship, Confessions, Humor, Getting Together, Mutual Affection, Love, Pining, Kissing, Hugging, Track and Field! Yuuji, Pole Vaulter! Reader;

WORDS: 5.3k words.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: i got the idea for this after i kept seeing olympic couples and olympians and their partners just be the epitome of love in paris. itadori yuuji just felt perfect for something like this. and so does the song ligaya by eraserheads. anyway, i love you all!!! ill see you guys on together. that's about to get sad, but im not sure if it will have sad smut. we shall see~

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 *:゜☆ヽ(*’∀’*)/☆゜:。*。

IF HE SPOKE TO HIS CHILD SELF, HE WOULD NOT BELIEVE IT. Because, how can he explain it? Him? The Itadori Yuuji— head over heels in love. It felt like a fever dream that can only come from fantasies. How could he be in love at all?

How did this even happen? When he swore that he didn’t need that in his life? Over doing his track practice? More than his mother’s food? He thinks that his younger self would have ended up with a coma. Hell, maybe Todo or his brothers — even Uncle Sukuna would be in shock.

Itadori Yuuji never imagined himself as the kind of guy who’d fall head over heels in love. Sure, he was friendly, enthusiastic, and had a smile for just about everyone, but love? It seemed like an impossible notion.

Perhaps an even more ridiculous thing. A feeling that was not for him, not in that way most people dream of. That was for other people, is what he always said—until you transferred into his department. 

The moment Yuuji first laid eyes on you, it was like the world around him faded into the background, leaving only you and the pole vault. He had seen countless athletes, witnessed incredible feats of strength and agility, but nothing prepared him for the sight of you.

The way you moved, your body soaring through the air with effortless grace, made it seem like defying gravity was just second nature to you. To him, it was like watching poetry in motion—a dance between you and the sky.

Something inside him shifted as he watched you clear the bar with ease, your landing smooth and controlled, as if you had done it a thousand times before. In that moment, he felt an unfamiliar pull, a deep, unexplainable connection that made his heart race. You were different—strong, confident, and so completely at ease in your own skin.

It wasn’t just your athleticism that drew him in, though that was certainly part of it. It was the way you seemed to own every moment, how you faced challenges head-on, your eyes always focused on the next goal. There was a fire in you, a determination that Yuuji couldn’t help but admire.

He didn’t know why he felt so drawn to you, why his heart beat a little faster whenever you were near. All he knew was that something had changed, like a switch had been flipped inside him. It didn’t take long for him to realize that he was in deep—so deep that there was no going back.

It was as though he had never truly seen the sun before that moment, like he had been wandering through life in a shadowy half-light, only to look up at you, soaring above the earth, and finally see the full brilliance of day. You were the sun, radiating warmth and light, and for the first time, Yuuji felt truly alive.

So, Yuuji did what he did best—he jumped in with both feet, headfirst and heart open, determined to win you over. It was how he approached everything in life, with boundless energy and optimism, believing that if he just gave it his all, anything was possible. He didn’t hesitate to show you how much you meant to him, wearing his heart on his sleeve, unafraid to make grand gestures.

He showed up at your practices, cheering you on, even when you barely acknowledged him. He left notes in your locker, little reminders that he was thinking of you, that he was rooting for you, no matter what. He even stood outside your dorm window one night, singing a goofy love song, hoping to make you smile.

But you kept saying no.

Each time, you turned him down, politely but firmly. You appreciated his efforts, you said, but you were focused on your sport, on your goals. There wasn’t room for distractions, and you couldn’t afford to let anyone—no matter how sweet or determined—get in the way of what you were trying to achieve.

Yuuji understood, or at least he tried to. But it didn’t make it any easier. Every “no” felt like a small cut, stinging just a bit more than the last. But despite the rejection, Yuuji couldn’t bring himself to stop. There was something about you, something that kept pulling him back, making him want to try again, to prove that he could be the one to make you happy.

And it wasn’t the kind of no that meant “maybe later” or “try harder,” it was a clear, polite, and definitive no. You were kind about it, of course, always smiling and thanking him for the effort, but Yuuji could see through it. Because that’s who you were. You were sunshine itself.

And so each time, even if it became repetitive, you smiled at him and treated him kindly. Even though you weren’t interested, you were interested in being his friend and perhaps, he could live with that. But something in him, the most honest part of him knew that he couldn’t let go. 

Each time you turned him away, Yuuji felt the sting, but he also felt the same determination rising within him. He wasn’t discouraged; he was driven. He saw each rejection as a challenge, a new hurdle to overcome, much like the ones he faced on the track.

And just like in his races, he wasn’t going to back down until he crossed the finish line. To Yuuji, it wasn’t about winning you over for the sake of it—it was about showing you that someone could care that much, that deeply, and that no matter how many times he fell, he’d always get back up. Because to him, you were worth every effort, every bruise, and every tear.

Today here he was, sitting in the school’s café, his head on the table, groaning as Megumi Fushiguro and Nobara Kugisaki sat across from him, trying their best to look patient. They were supposed to be working on their on class presentation for Cardiorespiratory Fitness by now, but with Yuuji being an utter lovestruck mess — his two friends were sure that they wouldn’t be able to get any work done.

“I’ve tried everything, guys!” Yuuji moaned, his voice muffled against the table. “I sang songs from outside their dorm window! Serenaded them like they do in those old movies! And I even left notes on their locker every day for a week, with little snacks. But nothing! Absolutely nothing! They just keep saying no!”

Nobara snorted, taking a sip of her coffee. “Maybe because you’re coming on way too strong? That’s what I’d do if someone kept bugging me. And really, are they even into men?”

Megumi sighed, crossing his arms and nodding. “Nobara’s right, though. Are they even into men?”

Yuuji’s head shot up, eyes wide and desperate. “They are! They told me! But I don’t want to bug them! I just… I just want them to see how much I care! How much I—” He faltered, feeling the weight of his own words. “How much I love them.”

Megumi raised an eyebrow. “Love? Yuuji, that’s pretty heavy. Are you sure it’s love?”

Yuuji nodded, his shoulders slumping. “Yeah, I think I really do. I just want to be part of their world, you know? Make them happy, love them. I’d even help with their thesis if that’s what it takes! And that says a lot, because we’re on different levels! They’re smarter!”

Nobara rolled her eyes, though there was a hint of sympathy in her expression. “You can’t make someone love you, Yuuji. Maybe you should back off a bit and just be their friend. They might appreciate that more.”

Yuuji sighed, his shoulders slumping as he thought about it. The idea of stepping back, of not doing everything he could to win you over, made his heart ache. He had poured so much of himself into trying to make you see how much he cared, but maybe Nobara was right.

“But what if they never see me as more than that?” he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty. “What if I’m just that annoying guy who keeps bothering them?”

Nobara softened at his vulnerability. She wasn’t used to seeing Yuuji like this—so unsure, so worried. “Yuuji, you’re not annoying. Well, not more than usual.” she said, her tone gentler than before.

"Hey!"

“But listen, you’re sweet, and anyone can see how much you care. But sometimes, people need space. They need time to figure out their own feelings without any pressure. If you really care about them, you’ll give them that space.”

Yuuji nodded slowly, but the doubt lingered. He had always been the type to go all in, to give everything he had to the people he cared about. Holding back didn’t come naturally to him. “I just don’t want to lose them.” he admitted, his voice almost a whisper.

Megumi, who had been quietly observing, finally spoke up, his tone measured and calm. “Yuuji, you won’t lose them by giving them space. In fact, it might be what they need to see you in a different light. But you have to be patient, and you have to respect their choice.”

Yuuji looked at Megumi, searching his friend’s eyes for reassurance. “But what if they never change their mind? What if they never see me the way I see them?”

Megumi leaned forward, his gaze steady and full of understanding. “Then you have to accept that.” he said firmly. “It’s hard, I know. But you can’t force someone to feel something they don’t. If they ever change their mind, they’ll let you know. But until then, don’t push too hard. It’ll only make things worse.”

Yuuji absorbed Megumi’s words, the weight of them settling heavily in his chest. He knew Megumi was right—it wasn’t fair to push you into something you weren’t ready for, or maybe something you didn’t want at all. But the thought of just being your friend, of stepping back, felt like giving up on something he wanted more than anything.

Nobara reached out, placing a hand on Yuuji’s shoulder. “Look, I know this isn’t what you want to hear, but sometimes, being a good friend is more important than trying to be something more. If you really care about them, you’ll be there for them, no matter what. And who knows? Maybe that’s what they need to realize how special you are.”

Yuuji looked between his two friends, their words sinking in. It wasn’t the answer he wanted, but deep down, he knew it was the right one. “Okay,” he said quietly, his voice tinged with resignation. “I’ll back off… but I won’t stop caring.”

Megumi nodded approvingly. “That’s all you can do, Yuuji. Just be yourself, and let them come to you if they’re ready.”

Nobara smiled, giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “And remember, you’re not alone in this. We’re here for you, no matter what happens.”

Yuuji managed a small smile, the weight in his chest easing just a little. “Thanks, guys. I appreciate it.” 

Nobara nodded approvingly, while Megumi gave a small, almost imperceptible smile. Yuuji might have been hopelessly in love, but at least he was starting to understand that sometimes, the best way to love someone was to let them come to you in their own time. And he’ll be patient. He knows how to do that. His brother Choso taught him how to be. 

As they continued to sit together, Yuuji couldn’t help but feel a mix of hope and uncertainty. He didn’t know what the future held, but he was grateful for friends who would support him through it all. For now, he’d focus on being the best friend he could be. And maybe, just maybe, that would be enough. It had to be. He believes it to be.

Over the next few days, Yuuji did his best to dial things back. He still watched you from afar during practice, his heart skipping a beat every time you cleared the bar with that effortless grace. But instead of approaching you with grand gestures or serenades, he tried to be more subtle, more considerate. 

He’d offer a friendly wave when you caught his eye and cheer you on quietly during your pole vaulting sessions. Every now and then, he’d strike up casual conversations, asking how your day was going or chatting about track and field events. It wasn’t easy, though. Every time he saw you, he had to fight the urge to blurt out how he felt, to tell you that all he wanted was to be with you. 

One afternoon, you were sitting on a bench after practice, cooling down and scrolling through your phone when Yuuji approached you cautiously. He noticed that you seemed a little tired, maybe even a bit stressed.

“Hey.” he said, trying to keep his tone light and nonchalant. “How’s it going? You look like you could use a break.”

You glanced up at him, offering a small smile. “Yeah, just a bit tired. Been working on my thesis, and it’s been kind of a headache.”

Yuuji’s eyes lit up. This was it—an opportunity to help you without being too pushy. “Really? What’s it about? Maybe I could help somehow?”

You hesitated for a moment, and Yuuji’s heart raced, hoping you wouldn’t shut him down again. But then you sighed and leaned back on the bench. “It’s about the biomechanics of pole vaulting, actually. I’m trying to analyze different techniques and how they affect performance, but the data’s all over the place.”

Yuuji nodded, trying to focus on what you were saying rather than the fact that you were actually talking to him about something important. “That sounds tough. But hey, I’m pretty good at organizing stuff—maybe I could help you sort through the data or something?”

To his surprise, you didn’t immediately say no. Instead, you looked at him thoughtfully, as if weighing your options. “You really want to help?”

“Of course!” Yuuji said quickly, not wanting to sound too eager but failing miserably. “I mean, only if you want me to. I don’t want to, you know, be a bother.”

You chuckled softly, the sound making his heart skip a beat. “Alright, Yuuji. I could use an extra pair of eyes on this. But just so you know, it’s going to be boring. Like, really boring.”

Yuuji grinned, feeling a surge of hope. “Boring’s fine with me. As long as I can help you out.”

Over the next few weeks, you and Yuuji spent more time together, working on your thesis. He was true to his word—organizing data, making notes, and offering encouragement whenever you hit a rough patch. He didn’t push his feelings, didn’t try to force anything. Instead, he focused on being there for you, just as Megumi and Nobara had suggested.

And as time went on, you started to see a different side of Yuuji. He wasn’t just the guy who sang outside your window or left notes in your locker. He was kind, patient, and genuinely interested in your work. He made you laugh, and he always seemed to know when you needed a break or a bit of encouragement.

One evening, after hours of working on your thesis, you were utterly exhausted. The words on the screen blurred together, your eyes heavy with sleep. You leaned back in your chair, rubbing your temples, feeling the weight of the day pressing down on you.

Yuuji, who had been quietly organizing some of your research papers, noticed the slump in your shoulders and the tired sigh that escaped your lips. Without a word, he stood up and walked over to you.

“Hey,” he said softly, placing a hand on your shoulder. “You’ve been at this for hours. Why don’t you take a break?”

You shook your head, trying to muster the energy to keep going. “I can’t. I still have so much to do, and the deadline is coming up fast.”

Yuuji crouched down beside you, his eyes filled with concern. “I know, but you’re going to burn yourself out if you keep pushing like this. Just a short break, okay? I’ll make you some tea, and we can relax for a bit.”

Before you could protest, Yuuji was already in the kitchen, brewing a pot of your favorite tea. You watched him move with practiced ease, grateful for his presence. When he returned, he handed you a steaming mug and smiled. “Here, drink this. It’ll help you relax.”

You took the mug, feeling the warmth seep into your hands, and let out a tired sigh. “Thanks, Yuuji. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Yuuji’s smile softened as he pulled a blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over your shoulders. “You don’t have to do everything on your own, you know. I’m here to help. And right now, you need to rest.”

He gently guided you to the couch, where you reluctantly settled down, your exhaustion finally catching up with you. Yuuji sat beside you, his presence comforting and reassuring. As you sipped your tea, the tension in your body began to ease, your eyelids growing heavier by the second.

Yuuji noticed the way you were fighting to stay awake, and with a soft chuckle, he reached out and lightly ruffled your hair. “It’s okay if you want to close your eyes for a bit. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You looked at him, his warm eyes and gentle smile, and suddenly, you didn’t feel so overwhelmed anymore. The stress that had been weighing you down seemed to lift, replaced by a sense of peace you hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Maybe just for a little while, you know?” you mumbled, already feeling yourself drifting off.

Yuuji nodded, watching as your eyes slowly closed, your breathing evening out as sleep took over. He stayed by your side, keeping watch as you slept, ready to offer support the moment you needed it. And as he looked at you, peaceful and relaxed, he felt a deep sense of contentment. This was all he wanted—to be there for you, to make sure you were okay, to be part of your world in whatever way you would allow.

As the evening turned into night, Yuuji gently adjusted the blanket around you, making sure you were comfortable. He leaned back against the couch, feeling the steady rhythm of your breathing beside him, and smiled to himself. He didn’t need anything else. As long as he could be there for you, that was enough.

When you woke up the next morning, your eyes fluttered softly against the sunlight streaming in through the window. You felt warmth beside you, and as you turned your head, inches away was Itadori Yuuji, still fast asleep. He was snoring softly, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

For a moment, you just watched him, taking in the peaceful expression on his face. You’d never noticed before how calm and serene everything felt when he was around. It was as if all the chaos in your mind quieted just by being near him.

A soft sigh escaped your lips, almost one of relief. You were glad that it was him—that he was the one who stayed with you, who was always there. This sweet angel, who had gone out of his way to support you, to make sure you were okay.

“I might as well cook you some breakfast.” you whispered to yourself, smiling at the thought. You carefully stood up, making sure not to wake him. As you passed by him, you couldn’t resist letting your fingers brush lightly through his fuchsia hair. “You worked hard, Yuuji.” you murmured, your voice filled with affection.

You made your way to the kitchen, the lingering warmth of his presence still wrapping around you. As you started preparing breakfast, the sound of sizzling eggs and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the small space. It wasn’t long before you heard a soft rustling from the couch, followed by a sleepy yawn.

Yuuji appeared in the doorway, rubbing his eyes, his hair adorably tousled. When he saw you, a bashful smile spread across his face, and his cheeks tinged with a faint blush. “Good….morning.” he greeted you timidly, still half-asleep.

You turned to him, returning his smile. “Good morning, Yuuji. Did at least manage to sleep somewhat okay?”

He nodded, his gaze drifting to the breakfast you were preparing. “Yeah, I did. Thanks… for everything.”

You set down the spatula and walked over to him, your heart warming at his shy demeanor. “No, Yuuji, thank you…..” you said earnestly, your eyes shining. “Thank you for helping me with everything. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

Yuuji’s blush deepened, and he quickly waved off your gratitude as he rubbed the back of his head. “It’s nothing, really. I’m just glad I could help.”

You shook your head, stepping closer until you were standing right in front of him. “It’s not nothing, Yuuji. It’s a big deal to me. You’ve been here, doing all this because… because you’re a good person. And I know it’s also because you like me.”

His eyes widened slightly, and he opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, you continued, your voice growing softer, more vulnerable. “I… I feel something for you too, Yuuji. I didn’t realize it before, but… I do. It’s just… I want to take things slow.”

You lowered your gaze, suddenly feeling shy, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. You didn’t know what he would say, or how he would react, but you needed to be honest with him.

Yuuji stood there for a moment, processing your words. Then, a gentle smile spread across his face, his eyes softening with warmth. “I understand.” he said quietly. He reached out, taking your hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “We can take it as slow as you need. I’m just happy to know you feel something for me too.”

You looked up at him, relief and happiness washing over you. His hand in yours was warm, comforting, and in that moment, you knew you had made the right choice. “Thank you, Yuuji,” you whispered.

He shook his head, still smiling. “No, thank you. For letting me be part of your world.”

As you stood there, holding hands in the morning light, the aroma of breakfast filling the air, everything felt just right. There was no rush, no pressure—just the promise of something real, something that could grow into something beautiful, one step at a time.

 *:゜☆ヽ(*’∀’*)/☆゜:。*。

YOU MADE IT THE OLYMPICS, THE TWO OF YOU. The day you found out you had qualified for the Olympics felt like a dream. All the hard work, the long hours of training, the sacrifices—it had all paid off. You were going to the Olympics. And as if the universe had planned it, Yuuji had qualified too, in track and field. It was a moment of pure joy, a culmination of everything you’d both worked so hard for. 

But what you hadn’t expected was the way your feelings for Yuuji would grow, almost as if they were catching up to the realization that he had been right there beside you all along.

You admired his determination, his relentless positivity, but you kept your distance, unsure if you could let someone in when you were so focused on your goals. Yet, Itadori Yuuji never wavered. He was at every pole vault tournament, even the ones miles away, often booking tickets last minute just to make sure he was there.

Even if he has to move around stuff for his own practice, even if he had other projects he had to do. It didn't matter. He wanted to be there. He wanted to go and see you and cheer you on. And every time, without fail, whether you won or lost, he would be in the front row, holding flowers and a letter, his bright smile shining through the crowd. 

At first, you didn’t know how to react. How does one manage to, when such devoted acts are offered to you so genuinely, in front of the world? How would one function, when there’s so much love given by one person that it could fill the world with pints of it. You were touched, truly. But of course I was also confused. You could feel your palms sweaty, when he tries to take your hand to hold. Or when he smiles, you feel like you have butterflies in your tummy. 

Was this really just a crush for him? What are crushes supposed to be like? You don’t think you remember. The last time you had a crush, it was on a 2D anime character. And that’s not a real experience. Or was it something more? You had to think it through. You care about him deeply, you do. But what do you actually feel for him? What does he actually mean to you? What is he to you?

Over time, though, as you saw how much he truly cared—not just about you as an athlete, but as a person—you started to see him differently. You noticed how he never pressured you, how he respected your space, but always made it clear that he was there for you, no matter what.

You began to anticipate his presence at your tournaments, looking forward to seeing his face in the crowd. His letters, filled with words of encouragement and affection, became something you treasured, often reading them late at night when you needed a boost.

And then, one day, as you stood on the podium after a particularly grueling tournament, looking out into the crowd, your eyes locked with Yuuji’s. He was holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers, his smile as radiant as ever, but there was something in his eyes—a mixture of pride, love, and unwavering support—that made your heart skip a beat. 

In that moment, you realized that you had fallen for him. 

It wasn’t just his persistence or his kindness; it was the way he made you feel seen and valued, both on and off the field. He didn’t just love you for your achievements—he loved you for who you were, even when you were at your lowest. And that was something you couldn’t ignore anymore.

After the ceremony, you found Yuuji waiting for you, just like he always did. He handed you the flowers, a bashful smile on his face. “You were amazing out there, you know!” he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration. “But you always are.”

You took the flowers, feeling a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the compliments. “Thanks, Yuuji.” you said softly, looking up at him. “For everything. I don’t think I’ve ever told you how much it means to me that you’re always here.”

His eyes widened slightly, surprised by the shift in your tone. “You don’t have to thank me, pretty.” he said quickly. “I just… I just want to be there for you, you know? I care about you. A lot.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath as you felt the words you’d been holding back finally rise to the surface. “I know. And I care about you too, Yuuji. More than I realized.”

For a moment, he just stared at you, as if trying to process what you were saying. Then, slowly, a smile spread across his face—one of pure, unfiltered joy. “Really?”

You smiled back, feeling a sense of certainty wash over you. “Really. I think… I think I’ve fallen for you, Yuuji.”

His reaction was immediate—he pulled you into a tight hug, lifting you off your feet as he spun you around, laughing like he’d just won the lottery. When he finally set you down, he looked at you with such adoration that it made your heart flutter. 

“I’ve been waiting to hear that for so long!” he admitted, his voice shaking with emotion. “But it was worth it. Every single second. You will always be worth it. All of it.”

As you stood there, surrounded by the noise of the crowd and the smell of fresh flowers, you realized that your dream had come true in more ways than one. You had qualified for the Olympics, yes, but you had also found something even more precious—someone who loved you for who you were, someone who would stand by your side no matter what. And as you leaned in to kiss Yuuji, you knew that this was just the beginning of something truly beautiful.

 *:゜☆ヽ(*’∀’*)/☆゜:。*。

epilogue 

The energy at the Olympic Stadium was electric, buzzing with anticipation as the final race approached. You sat in the stands, surrounded by a sea of spectators, but your focus was entirely on the track below. Itadori Yuuji stood at the starting line, his gaze steady, his body coiled like a spring ready to launch.

You knew how much this race meant to him—how much he’d poured into his training, how every ounce of his determination was about to be unleashed in those few, crucial seconds.

The announcer’s voice boomed across the stadium, signaling the start, and you held your breath, your heart pounding in sync with the cheers around you. Then, the gun fired, and Yuuji shot forward, a blur of speed and power. The crowd roared, but you were barely aware of it, your eyes locked on him, silently urging him on.

He moved like lightning, his form perfect, his strides long and powerful. You could see the intensity in his every movement, the sheer will driving him forward. As he rounded the final bend, you knew—he was going to do it. He was going to break the world record.

The crowd was on its feet, the noise deafening as Yuuji crossed the finish line, the clock stopping at a time that stunned everyone. A world record. Yuuji had just shattered it.

But even before the cheers had fully erupted, Yuuji’s eyes were scanning the stands, searching for you. The moment he spotted you, he didn’t hesitate. Ignoring the cameras, the officials, and the chaos around him, he sprinted toward you, leaping over the barrier with ease.

And then he was there, in front of you, his chest heaving, sweat glistening on his brow, but his smile was brighter than you’d ever seen it. Without a word, he pulled you into his arms and kissed you, his lips crashing against yours with a passion that took your breath away. The world seemed to melt away, leaving just the two of you in that perfect moment.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes were shining with a mixture of disbelief and pure joy. He laughed, a sound filled with triumph and love, and then he threw his arms up in the air, shouting, “I did it! I did it! I’ve got you and a medal! This is the best day of my life, oh my god!"

The crowd around you erupted into applause and cheers, but all you could focus on was Yuuji—his infectious energy, the way his hands were still holding onto you like he couldn’t believe you were real. His happiness was contagious, and you couldn’t help but laugh along with him, tears of joy filling your eyes.

“You did it, Yuuji!” you whispered, your voice choking with emotion. “Babe, you broke the world record. I’m so proud of you.”

He grinned, pulling you close again, this time resting his forehead against yours. “None of this would’ve meant anything without you here. You’re the one I wanted to share this with. You’re my everything, pretty.”

Your heart swelled at his words, the sincerity in his voice making it clear just how much this moment—and you—meant to him. 

“I love you, Yuuji.” you said softly, cupping his face in your hands.

“I love you too.” he replied, his voice thick with emotion. “And this… this is just the beginning. We’ve got so much more to look forward to—together.”

As you stood there, holding each other amidst the chaos and celebration of the Olympic Stadium, you knew that you had found something far greater than any medal or record.

You had found the person who would stand by your side, through every challenge and triumph, the one who had captured your heart with his unwavering love and dedication. And as Yuuji lifted you off the ground, spinning you around with pure, uncontainable joy, you realized that you had truly won in every way that mattered.

[mommypieck]

⌗︙・yuuji loves your ass ⸜⸜・

yuuji is an ass man we all know that. hej told you gis type at the start of your relationship which complimented you because you sure as hell aren't insecure with the size of your bum. but you didn't know he would be so obsessed.

"yuuji stop." you whine, your top half falling on the bed. yuuji doesn't stop tho and his thrusts become faster. his grip on your lips is tight, he's gonna surely leave marks on your skin.

"so beautiful." he breaths and you can hear the adoration in his tone. he's in transe, eyes fixated on your behind. he can't get enough of the fat jiggling with every thrust of his lips. he takes a handful of your ass, fat spilling in between his fingers. he's got the prettiest girl.

yuuji fell in love with your personality and a pretty face, your ass was just a bonus send from got. he remembers the first time you sat on his lap. his dick sprung up faster than ever before, the fat on your ass and thighs was almost too much for him. and he almost came in his pants like a teenager.

"is my pretty girl going to cum?" he asks, slapping the cheek. you yelp, nodding at him. your high is nearing and it doesn't take long for you to spam around his cock. he chokes on his own moans, cumming right inside of you when your walls squeeze him.

"that felt so good, pretty girl." he praises you, pressing a kiss to your hair. you cuddle into his body, hiding your face in your neck and making you laugh. a hand slaps your butt again and you bite the skin of his neck playfully.

"don't play with me, pretty girl. or im gonna make you regret that."

[tteokdoroki]

☆༉ — YUUJI ITADORI. isn’t it weird? how love never changes.

about. no matter what anyone says, yuuji itadori’s love for you is unwavering and he hopes that you’ll never see a reason to change. not for anyone, not even him. (1K)

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! sfw, fluff, characters are aged up to 20s and in college, weird gf and jock bf, yuuji is a jock and has obnoxious teammates, reader is an introvert and wears glasses, selfship coded i fear, fem!reader.

“itadori, don’t you think your girlfriend is a little.. weird?”

the pink haired jock blinks once, then frowns  as he tugs a fresh shirt over his head — practice with his soccer team had ran a little longer than anticipated and he didn’t feel like coming home to you, his girlfriend, in a stinky old shirt. 

yuuji’s not sure when the topic of locker room talk had switched onto him and his love life but he cares enough to bite — not about to let his teammates talk smack about his girl. “where’d you get that idea from?”

another teammate speaks up. “when she comes to your games, she wears your sweatshirts but doesn’t cheer for you at all.” 

“she’s just shy, nothing wrong with that.” yuuji counters.

“whenever we hang out at the after partie she’s always… clinging onto you… doesn’t drink with any of us.”

“i told you, she’s a little shy,”  he stands up a little straighter this time, narrowing his eyes. “and parties aren’t for everyone. she might not like them but she’s there to support me. shouldn’t that be enough?”

“but dude…” someone else speaks up. “don’t you find any of that strange? like she’s just… weird.”

yuuji can’t get home fast enough after that. he almost falls to pieces when he sees you singing and shuffling your way through the cupboards in his dorm kitchen — making yourself a snack. he loves it when you stay over and he gets to watch you like this, so calm and at ease in his space. he feels grateful to even be sharing it with you.

weird isn’t a word that yuuji itadori would use to describe his girlfriend. 

he finds you intriguing. your relationship is still new, so all of the differences between you both interest him beyond belief. each time he discovers a new habit of yours (like the way you forget to take your glasses off when you sleep) or a fact about your life before college, or finds out something obscure relating to your hobbies and interests… yuuji can’t help but to fall in love with you all over again. like an astronomer who’s searching for the secrets of the universe, the pink haired jock wants to know every interesting little detail that makes you, you. 

that’s created the very person he loves today. 

“please never change,” yuuji breathes against the back of your head once he’s home. you can’t even comprehend the speed at which he’s dropped his gym back before he’s wrapped himself around you in the same manner that a boa constrictor would. only more affectionate. “and if you do, let me change with you.” 

being this close to itadori, you can smell his baby-fresh soap and the tinge of sweat from his work out. you can feel the strength of his arms as they squeeze you close from behind — like he’ll never let you go. he makes you feel loved even when it’s not on purpose, you go your every waking moment cared for and adored by yuuji itadori. it’s always subconscious, unwavering and steady. your love is stable like that, never dampened from those outside of the two of you — that much will never change. 

“that’s a big ask, yuu.” comes your contented hum, but you don’t stop your actions — continuing to make your snack while the pink haired jock squeezes you tight. as if to become one with you. “people change all the time.” 

you hold up a hand behind you and he sucks the peanut butter from your thumb eagerly. “i know, but i don’t want what anyone else says about you or us to make you change,” he mumbles petulantly against the shell of your ear, trying to find the right words as he tucks his face into your neck. “you’re perfect to me, as you are.” 

it’s cute that he reminds you of such a trivial little thing. those big brown eyes of yuuji’s see perfection in all of your flaws. he loves you so much you wonder if how much you feel for him even compares. 

“what’s gotten into you?” you giggle, spinning in his arms to stand on the tips of your toes — pressing a soft kiss to the point at which your boyfriend’s jaw meets his neck. it’s all you can reach. “did something happen?” 

yuuji hesitates for a moment, lips pursed and honey-glazed eyes cast to the side. he would never lie to you, that’s not in his nature — but he’d never want to hurt your feelings either. “the guys…the guys on the team said some stuff about us today,” his voice trails off and his hands trail upwards, dipping underneath the jersey of his that you wear to draw circles into your waist using his rough thumbs. he figures it’s best to tell you before one of his teammates  let it slip and hurt your feelings. he would rather die then let that happen. “they… they think you’re weird and that… that we’re too different.” 

“o-oh.”

a flash of pain comes with the territory of yuuji’s honesty, but he’s quick to soothe it as though he’s running your burn under a stream of cool water. “but i like you. like…really really like you,” the words rush out while his eyes stay serious and set in stone. your boyfriend grasps both of your hands firmly before you can even think to cry or pull away.

yuuji is there and he is constant and that is never changing. not for anyone, except for you. “and i like all of the funny things about you. that you’re a little quiet, that you’re always by my side, that you leave me notes in my gym bag or share your celebrity crushes with me. i like you for you. even if you’re a little weird — then…then i am too!” 

his hands, strong and yet so soft, traverse up to your round cheeks — tilting your head up to face him. “please don’t ever change because of what people say,” yuuji repeats tenderly, his lips finding the crown of your head in a gentle kiss. he stays there, like a magnet on metal and the world stands still for a moment. remaining the same, no longer changing, so that yuuji itadori can love you as is. “the way you are right now, it’s everything to me.” 

itadori only moves when you tip your head back to get a better look at him, he looks down at you through his unfairly long lashes — brown eyed gaze latching onto yours while your hearts sync up, beating to the same drum. “i’ll never change, as long as you promise to always love me like this.”

“i’ll love you the same way that i always have. like i’m the luckiest guy in the world, yeah?” he laughs and you smile — because it’s hard to be upset when yuuji is around, and protects your love so genuinely. 

you lean up and he meets you half way — pressing a slow and lingering kiss to the swell of your lips, wrapping his arms around you once again as you away to a silent tune in his tiny dorm kitchen. 

change is inevitable of course. the two of you will grow and become different people than you are right now — but you will always find your way back to the beautiful love that you hold. 

much like a butterfly that blossoms into something beautiful too.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

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fashionista/model!reader asking your beloved best friend, pro baseball champ yuji itadori, to hold your tits up while you secure the cute, little straps of your tiny dress around your neck.. n’ you moan when yuji eagerly crowds your back and scoops a handful of each tit, moaning low himself at the feel of you. everything he’s ever wanted—quite literally he holds in his hands.

“not so rough, yuji,” you seethe. your nipples were hard before you even asked; already, they feel so abused and you—so thoroughly groped in your hero’s giant, calloused hands. you can’t decide if you want to push backwards, cower away into the warmth of yuji’s chest, or if you want to just hand yourself over—to what dastardly plan yuji has cooked in his normally empty head, you have no idea.

“i’m sorry,” yuji sighs into your ear, awfully content in his quest fondling your nipples between his fingertips. “didn’t you ask for this?”

you catch his gaze in the mirror hanging before both of you.

“i asked you to help me,” it’s torn from your chest in a desperate, pitched whimper. yuji might laugh a little if he wasn’t so hard pressed to have your nipples in his mouth. followed promptly, of course, by your honeyed, slick pussy.

“you wanted my help,” yuji is taking the upmost liberties with your body—rolls his wrists in and massages your tits together, just to watch you cry out in the mirror with a jaw slackened to hell. “so don’t run away when i give i t’ya, tough girl.”

you’re a sweet doll for him, too. despite your cries of how yuji is ‘too distracting’ and you ‘can’t get the knot right,’ yuji eagerly encourages you:

“you’re not givin’ these beauties the love they deserve, sweet cakes. jus’ relax, ‘n lemme make you feel good. you want it good, don’t ya? i know.”

[lordsukunas]

you love going out to eat with yuuji.

unlike others in your life, he doesn’t judge when you pick certain toppings off of your food or order a ‘basic’ meal at a restaurant. he doesn’t call you wasteful or ungrateful or anything like that.

in fact, he’ll eat whatever you don’t.

don’t like pickles on your burger? he’s taking them from you and putting them on his own.

you can’t bring yourself to eat your aunt’s weird green bean casserole? he’s scooping your portion of it onto his plate. “don’t worry, i gotchu.”

it’s gotten to the point where you don’t even have to ask him anymore. he’ll notice the way your nose wrinkles (which he thinks is adorable!) or how your smile falters a bit, and he’s already making room on his full plate for whatever you don’t want.

you’re always amazed by your boyfriend’s patience, and it just makes you love him so much more.

[hauntedhokage]

Day One: Size Difference

Yuuji Itadori/F!Reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: big dick itadori, unprotected sex, 

Kinktober 2024 on ao3

He’s nervous, that much is obvious as he sits in front of you on the bed. Your hand is languidly working his length, eyes dancing between his cock and his face as you do. With every groan he lets out you’re checking in, your own nerves kicking in as you touch him. He wished he could say he wasn’t sure why either of you were nervous, but he is fully aware why he was nervous at the very least. 

He knows he’s well endowed, having been told (without asking) that he was “hung like a horse” - the more embarrassing part was that he was told it was expected for him to be that way because of how built he was in general. Every time you were near his dick, whether it be looking at it or touching it, you always seemed to be a bit intimidated by it which was why he had always deflected from having real penetrative sex with you. Having spent plenty of time between your legs, he knew that compared to him you would be tiny and he was terrified of hurting you. Even as two consenting parties, even though you knew what he was packing and the potential consequences, he would feel terrible if he’d cause you any kind of pain - even worse if he hurt you in the act of chasing his own pleasure. 

He needed to be careful, and he was scared that he wouldn’t be able to maintain his control. 

“You okay?” 

“Yeah.” Your smile doesn’t feel forced, like a half hearted attempt at reassurance that he admittedly was expecting. Instead you actually look confident - excited, even - as if you weren’t about to take a cock that your hand could barely close around. “You always take care of me - we take care of each other. What’s there to worry about?”

“I heard Nobara say that-“

“She was teasing, for one, since she has only heard about our experiences and not in detail. And two, if I can’t walk after I trust you’ll take care of me - whatever that might entail.”

That definitely made him feel better. Of course he knew that you trusted him to take care of you, you wouldn't have let him see you naked if you didn’t, but to hear you say that you had no real concerns took a weight off his shoulders that had him relaxing more as you continued to stroke his cock. The kiss helps too, your body carefully moving so you were sitting on his lap with your hand still working his length until he had to take it away to make sure he didn’t cum in your hand. He’d done that enough over the last few weeks, and he didn’t want to get cum all over his zip-up you were still wearing.

“Would rather cum inside you, y’know?”

“I’d prefer that, too.”

“Still wet for me or do we have to prep you some more?”

His hands are careful as they guide you up onto your knees a bit, then slide down to the apex of your thighs where his fingers carefully part your folds and slide through to check your wetness. He's not sure his finger had ever been able to push in so easily, but your walls are so slick that there’s no resistance and he’s prepped you so well that three of his thick fingers are able to push in, and he adores the way you clench around them when he tells you how good you were going to feel when he got his cock inside you.  

“Yuuji, don’t tease.”

“Not teasing, promise,” he murmurs into your neck, smiling into your skin when your hips rock so you can ride his fingers. “Gonna get you on me now. You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” you whisper, pulling his head back from your neck so you can look at him while you both adjust to position you over his length. The tip prods at your entrance but Yuuji’s grip on your hips keep you just where he wants you to be with little wiggle room. “Yuu-”

“Be patient, please. Really don’t wanna hurt you on accident.”

When he does let you sink down enough to take him in some, he watches your face closely for any indication that you were in pain. He wouldn’t force a stop if you were, since he knew he couldn’t dictate or understand what your limits were, but he’d be tempted to stop so he didn’t make whatever it was worse. Your lip is pulled between your teeth when you pull yourself back up only to bring yourself down to take more of him in, and he can’t stop the whimper that leaves him when he feels how sweetly your walls take him in and hold him so tightly. 

“You’re so big, Yuuji.”

“But you’re not hurting, right? Like, you’re okay?”

“If I wasn’t you’d be eating me out right now.”

Your eyes close as you’re fully seated, and he admires how beautiful you are in this moment. You’re gorgeous to him all the time, but to watch you take his cock for the first time and get so much pleasure out of how he’s stretching you out was on a different level. He was so in love with you it was unreal, and he was glad you already knew how much he loved you because he wasn’t sure he could vocalize the thought while you were in this position. You’re leaning in to kiss him before he registers that you’ve started rolling your hips against his, your arm looping around his neck to keep him close while his own hand travels along your curves while his other grips your hip to help you move. 

“Still okay?”

“Yuuji.” Your tone is warning despite the smile on your face, and he can only smile sheepishly as you roll your eyes. “You’re so handsome and your dick is massive, I’m in the perfect place.” 

“But does it-”

“Doesn’t hurt. Just relax, Yuuji, relax and fuck me.”

This was so much more than just fucking, and he knows that you don’t need the reminder that it was more than that - it was just the only word either of you had in this moment and that was okay. He couldn’t even truly think straight when you were looking at him like that, fingers gripping his hair so tight while looking down at him with the sweetest little look on your face. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he whispers, burying his face into your neck once more to kiss and suck at your neck to bring out the cute little whimpers he loved so much. “Mine forever, yeah? Gonna let me fuck you forever?”

[ilydeku]

sukuna yaps everytime you and yuji are on a date 🙄🙄 (but it's kind of a good thing??)

- actually, it's not even just on dates. it's every. single. time you're together

- you and yuji could be cuddling on the couch or walking back to jujutsu tech, and sukuna will ALWAYS go out of his way to stick out of yuji's cheek, hand, or wherever convenient body part he deems best to cackle

- it's usually never anything nice to say either, degrades targeted towards yuji or boasting about how pathetic he is

- shits annoying asf

"what's a pretty girl like you doing with a loser like him??"

"fuck, you can't do anything right for your girl, can you."

"after she fixes you up, that bitch is leaving you."

- talking 'bout some "oh you're too good for him, you should leave his ass."

- mm mm

- you love your yuji wuji so so very much

- and yuji loves you so so very much too, and will go deep ends for you

- everything you see in him is so perfect to you; his reassuring smile, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes when he laughs, selflessness, compassion, determination—oh, the list goes on

- if anything, it's a contradiction to sukuna, vice versa

- you don't deserve yuji itadori (he'd be heartbroken if you said that to him :(( )

- but you see, neither of you view each other as being an unworthy love, it's anything but

- it's the self-doubt, and the influence of sukuna's words indirectly makes you both strive for favorable change for one another

- in a way, sukuna is creating an ongoing loop of betterment, and in what he believes to be a haughty deprave he's only unintentionally strengthening your relationship

- thanks sukuna, i think

[sawbiter]

a field of geranium - yuuji itadori

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summary ! you and itadori have been together since middle school. when he randomly breaks up with you and disappears from school, you're left heartbroken and completely alone.

warnings / tags ! angst to fluff , exes to lovers , non-sorcerer reader, hopeful ending! implied fem reader, written with a poc reader in mind (skin tone and race unspecified!), past bullying, yuuji is lowkey dumb, reader is stated to be intelligent, lonely reader .. lots of angst. probably not very canon accurate to how curses work but shush.. reader curses a lot lol.

a/n ! hope you guys like this! i loveee yuuji sm .. this probably isnt good i haven't written in a while ;;

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you remember a time when it felt like yuuji would always be around.

when he would kiss your forehead before classes and during lunch, hold your hand as he walked you to class and write you childish love notes during maths.

you never expected him to break up with you, let alone over text. you'd planned on confronting him at school after he had repeatedly dodged your frantic calls, but when you entered the school, yuuji didn't go there anymore.

it stung. yuuji had been your best friend since middle school, defending you from the bullies who'd pick on you for various things that'd later become insecurities of yours. (sometimes you wonder if those things are why yuuji left.)

going back to eating alone in the single stall bathrooms and having nobody to talk to during passing periods was a hard transition. your parents weren't any help either, telling you that high school relationships never lasted.

(you can't bring yourself to throw away the promise ring he gave you.)

you see him out one day, with a pretty brunette girl, carrying shopping bags for her. you go up to him; he's clearly moved on. (you can understand why. she's gorgeous.) he doesn't seem to notice you.

--

you're sitting alone the class garden for your botanicals class. you remember a time this was your favourite class (it was one with yuuji; go figure.)

now it's filled with bittersweet memories and the grief over someone you know isn't dead.

you're calm as a boy you've never seen before approaches you. your hands are gloved and your hair is a bit messy as you look up at him.

“be careful around here, please. it's class policy not to walk on the soil.” you scold a bit, his boots having crushed one of the plants.

he looks down at you, his face a bit stoic, “sorry.”

“it's alright- did you need something?” you smile at him politely.

he snaps his fingers, frowns a bit, then says “nope,” and walks off.

you'd never seen him before. he didn't even have the right uniform on.

--

“i cannot believe you just made me do that.” megumi rolls his eyes.

yuuji frowns a bit, “i'm sorry but- i can't go up to her.” megumi rolls his eyes as nobara fumes a bit.

“you broke up with her over text. no wonder no girls like you.” she snarks and yuuji just glares at her.

“i had just eaten sukuna's finger! i thought i was gonna die soon anyways!” he argues back,

“well then why haven't you tried to talk to her again? not that she should take you back- i pity the fact that she dated you at all.” nobara speaks as they walk away from the school.

“she probably has new friends anyways, plus she could get hurt, she's not a sorcerer.” yuuji says, his face looking almost like a kicked puppy.

nobara looks at him and raises an eyebrow, “didn't you say you were her only friend? that curse probably attached to her cause she's lonely.” she pops her gum after saying the last sentence.

“even more proof that me being around her is dangerous! plus- what if sukuna gets out around her while i sleep or something?!” he sighs, looking back and sneaking a peak at you in the botanical garden, “she's better off.”

megumi looks at him a bit, “i'm not surprised. you are the self sacrificing type after all.”

“i just think its rude to break up over text with no explanation, you guys were together for so long too.” nobara shrugs a bit.

“if i had spoken to her any more than that, i think i would've tried to stay.“ yuuji frowns.

--

two weeks after the boy approached you in class, your botany teacher dies in a freak accident, or at least that's what the police said. you aren't too sure.

ms. woods was a smart woman. you knew from the lunches you'd spend in her classroom to avoid bullies that she seriously loved plants.

so dying by ingesting a poisonous plant? out of character and frankly, insulting. you know that can't be the whole story.

that boy had something to do with it; it has to be. you look through your yearbooks after he had left; no sight of him. you go through all of your classes, all grades, you ask around. nothing. he didn't go to your school but he walked up to you during botany class and then two weeks later your teacher dies.

it can't be a coincidence. you go nearly crazy over it. you stay up multiple nights. you cry.

you remember when ms. woods called you smart, when she understood your grief over itadori and let you extend your onion cell project. you cry; something horrible happened to her, you just know it.

so, the night you stay in the school way too late studying poisonous plants in her room, you have a good excuse for why you see a huge monster in the hallway.

at first, you think you're seeing things from the sleep deprivation. you blink, rub your eyes and squint. it's still there.

“holy shit!” you jump out of your seat, going for the door to the garden before realizing they're locked, only able to be unlocked via a key- which you don't have.

the monster, a disgusting bipedal amalgamation of red roses, vegetables, cacti and other odd plants was slowly walking towards you.

“what the fuck.. oh my god- what the fuck?!” you shout, your hands shaking as you go to grab the nearest object to defend yourself as you press your body against the door. you grab a glass flask and hold it out as if it's at all a threat to the 8 foot creature in front of you.

the creature groans and you begin to tear up. this is it- you're about to die the same way ms. woods must have. nobody is going to mourn you besides your parents. you're going to die with people thinking you injested a poisonous fucking plant. you shut your eyes tight in preparation as it approaches.

it never does. you hear the creature use ms. woods' voice to cry out as someone attacks it. you peek to look.

its yuuji. and the girl from the mall. and the boy you thought killed ms. woods.

you gasp as they use all sorts of stuff against the thing and- are those bunnies?

“what.” is all you can gasp out as the brunette and the black haired boy run off, chasing the monster.

yuuji looks at you with his puppy dog eyes and you resist the urge to slap his stupid kissable face.

“yuuji, what the hell is going on.” you say, but it comes out as more of a statement than a question.

“i.. um..” he looks back at the two he came with who are now chasing the monster down the science hall, “that's the curse ms. woods left behind.. we're getting rid of it.”

“a curse? and- and you're fighting it?” you ask, puzzled.

“i promise i can explain but,” he pulls you into a tight, squeezing hug, “I was so worried. A special grade curse against you- I was terrified that we'd be too late. We didn't notice in time to get it before it tried to hurt you.”

“did it kill ms. woods?” you ask.

he shakes his head, “no- the grief from her death created that.” you gasp.

“I made that?” tears spill as the adrenaline settles.

“no!” yuuji pulls away a bit, looking at you put still holding onto you, “no. you didn't- it's not your fault. oh my god, it's not your fault- i love you please don't blame yourself!” he hurries to reassure you.

you sob into the crook of his neck, “yuuji- you.. why did you go? i was so lonely. it's been so hard.”

he can feel his heart break as he squeezes you once more in his embrace, “i'm sorry baby- i'm sorry.” yuuji soothes you, rubbing circles into your back, “i didn't want you to get hurt but- it happened anyways.”

after several minutes of silent comfort, you pull away, wiping your tears before giggling.

“where'd you get those face tattoos?” you sniffle and laugh.

yuuji laughs too.

“it's a long story.“

you smile, “tell me about it. i wanna hear.”