#yuuji x y/n

[maiyz]

a pearl

yuji x reader | masterlist

04: yns CAKE 🤤☺️☺️

a/n: yes…. i know yn still thinks of yuji as sukunas vessel but i got tired of writing it, also i updated yns ct (its in the intro!)

youve never been to a sleepover before. sure, youve seen them in movies and tv shows your mother snuck inside the clan. but you wouldnt imagine it would be like this. although sukunas vessel was the one who invited you, its not as bad as you thought

yuji grinning at you, eyes bright with excitement. “its cake time! whos gonna help me??!”

you blink. “cake?”

“yep! were making a cake!” yuji says with enthusiasm, already pulling a box of cake mix and bowls from the kitchen.

“come on, yn, youre helping too” (kugi)

you hesitate, youve never baked before. not really. but you didnt want to seem rude, and maybe itll be fine.

“okay.”

yuji hands you the cake mix and a measuring cup, his grin wide. “you just have to mix this stuff up. dont worry, its easy.”

you look at the box, reading through the instructions. It seems really easy.

theres a slight mess with the cake mix, dusting the countertop. you slightly frown at the spilled powder. its not the mess that bothers you the most, its that you can feel yuji and nobaras eyes on you.

“dont mess it up, yn.” nobara says playfully. “or yuji will cry.”

yuji glances over, raising an eyebrow in mock offense. “i wont cry.”

you dont say anything, but you feel your cheeks warm a bit from the teasing.

yuji watches you for a second, then nudges you gently. “youre doing better than me, yn. better than kugisaki but dont tell her”

“im right here?”

you mix the batter a little faster now, and when you think youre done, you hand the bowl back to yuji, who looks satisfied with your work as he pours the batter into a cake pan.

“ill take care of putting it in the oven”

“wow how cool” (kugi)

“leave me alone!” (ita)

you watch him carry the tray to the oven. as always, energetic, to the point of being infectious. and for the first time this mission, you dont feel out of place.

while the cake is baking, you return to yujis dorm, trying to get comfortable on his bed.

the smell of the cake from the kitchen started to fill the air, making you aware of how hungry you are. though you would never admit it. yuji seems determined to make this a fun night for you, talking non-stop and constantly glacing over at you.

eventually, the timer goes off, and yuji jumps excitedly. “its ready!”

you watch as he pulls the cake out of the oven, setting it on the counter, its slightly burnt. yuji still beams. “look! perfect cake!”

while the cake cools, everyone makes their way to yujis dorm again, and you find yourself going back into your previous spot on the bed. the room quiets a little as you all start to settle in for the movie.

yujis the first to sit down, he looks over at you.

“feeling alright, zenin?” he asks.

you give him a small nod. “yes”

yuji smiles at you, looking relieved. youre not sure if hes worried about you or if hes just glad youre finally starting to enjoy yourself.

the cake is brought out, and everyone takes a piece. youve never had a cake that wasnt made from scratch before, it tastes burnt, it is burnt. its not horrible. its fine.

as you eat around the extra sweet icing, yuji and nobara banter about the movie, with megumi occasionally glancing up from his phone to join on the conversation. although it was obvious he wasnt paying attention to his phone.

eventually, the cake is gone, and the movie continues.

youre starting to feel more comfortable, though you cant quite shake the feeling that youre not quite like the others.

and then, as the movie reaches the climax, your eyelids start to feel heavy. you find yourself leaning against someones shoulder.

not by choice, youre just too tired to move your head, so its not your fault.

however, your thoughts were far from relaxed. you had one mission, and you had been preparing for it. this is the perfect moment. your target, itadori yuji, had been sitting perfectly still next to you, probably none the wiser.

finish the mission

you start to wake yourself up, enough to pour yuji a drink. “are you thirsty, itadori?”

poison his drink and wait for him to fall asleep. it would be quick, and you would be gone from the campus before you were suspected.

yujis bright eyes turned toward you, and he flashed a smile. “yes, can you get me a cola?”

you hum in response.

you handed him the glass with a steady hand, your curse technique infused into the cola, and watched as he took a sip.

you were confident in your preparation, poison would take effect in just a few minutes.

as yuji drank the cola, you kept an eye on him, but your attention was drawn briefly to nobara and megumi on the futon.

“zenins acting weird, right?” nobara asked megumi in a whisper tone, though you could still hear her clearly.

“shes just being herself, probably tired.”

nobara wasnt convinced, but she didnt press the issue. “i dunno, megumi.”

you returned your attention to yuji, but something felt off. he was still drinking the cola, completely oblivious to your intentions.

his eyes didnt seem heavy, and his usual energy didnt change.

“is that normal cola?” yuji asked.

your heart skipped a beat. “what are you talking about?”

“tastes different from the ones i normally drink, and youve been staring at me like you wanted me to say something about it.”

you were silent for a moment, trying to cover up your surprise. “i-. i wasnt staring at you.”

yuji just smiled, completely unaware of the situation. “im feeling a little sleepy. i guess im just not used to the sugar in the drink.”

you blinked, confused. you had planned fkr him to fall asleep quickly after drinking the cola, but nothing was happening.

“thats weird” you thjnk to yourself, but yuji didnt seem to notice, he casually leans back against the bed frame and stretches.

“guess im just more tired tonight” he was shushed by nobara, trying to watch the movie.

you kept your eyes on him, your mind racing. how could he not be affected by the poison?

you had made sure it was potent enough. your focus was slipping.

you tried to mask your disappointment, but it was clear from your silence that your plan had failed.

of course sukunas vessel, a finger eater, would be atleast slightly immune to your poison, though you put a higher than average amount of poison.

meanwhile, yuji didnt seem to notice the interenal turmoil you were going through. he let out another yawn, clearly starting to feel drowsy, though the poison hadnt affected him.

“you alright?” yuji asked as he shifted, pulling you against his shoulder. “you look like you could use some sleep, too.”

his warmth against you caused a stange feeling to stir within you, but you didnt say anything. instead, you stayed still, letting yourself rest against him.

yujis body was still, his breath deepening as he slowly fell asleep. his arm shifted slightly, now draped across the top of the bed frame, and without thinking, you leaned into him. the warmth of his body, the soft rhythm of his breath, were all incredibly soothing, despite everything that had just occurred.

the room had grown quieter, and before long, your exhaustion began to take hold. you had failed your mission, and yet, you found yourself in a strange sense of peace you hadnt expected. you still had 2 months to complete your mission, resting wouldnt hurt.

in the background, nobara and megumi were still chatting quietly, but nobara was the first to notice the position the two of you were in. she looked over at megumi, a knowing grin on her face.

“looks like theyre asleep.”

megumi, who had been keeping an eye on the scene, just nodded and shrugged. “whatever.”

nobaga, on the other hand, couldnt help but find the situation amusing. “guess this is how its gonna be”

and so, as the night wore on, yuji slept peacefully on the couch, with you curled up beside him. neither of you noticed the subtle shift in your relationship that had just begun to form, but nobara and megumi did, and they would have a lot to say about it in the morning.

the movie had long since ended, and the only sound in the room now was the soft hum of the air conditioning.

now, yujis body had shifted, his arm draped across your back, and you subconsciously leaned into him, drifting off the sleep.

your head, by accident or not, found its way onto his bicep. the muscle of his arm beneath your head was strangely comforting. his breath slowed. and you couldnt bring yourself to pull away.

“i guess thats one way to fall asleep, huh?” nobara whispered, raising an euebrow.

megumk gave a shrug in response. “why do you care so much.”

nobara, however, couldnt contain her amusement. she walked closer, glancing down at the both of you, watching as you both slept.

you didnt stir, not even as mobara leaned in closer, carefully adjusting your positions so that you both remained cozy.

yuji, still in his deep sleep, barely moved, his face soft as he rested against his pillow, with your body nestled into his side.

nobara smirked to herself before stepping back and taking a picture, her quiet laugh echoing through the room as she whispered, “theyre gonna kill me.”

with that, she let you both sleep in peace, the soft light of the tv casting shadows across your intertwined bodies.

i could not describe what was happening so i made a diagram of when nobara sae them sleeping

yuji and yn are on a bed

yujis so ugly i CANNOT draw

ghis ch was kina buns

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[melk-maid]

warnings: everyone is aged up 21+, gn reader, werewolf!yuuji, murder, blood, descriptions of gore (tearing flesh, snapping necks etc.), anxiety, grief, paranoia, fear, angst with a happy ending synopsis: every thirty days during the full moon, yuuji takes off into the night in the form of a werewolf, hunting wild animals to satiate his innate desires. one day, he comes home to you upset over his boss, only to find his urges are more prominent than usual.

note: initially this was supposed to be an october/halloween fic lmao iykyk ig but i had already started this fic and loved the idea and wanted to finish it if i could!! enjoy~♡ minors & ageless blogs dni - you will be blocked

Yuuji's ears twitch as soon as he walks through the front door. The soft sound of crying causes his heart to sink into his stomach, fumbling to lock the door and toe off his shoes quickly. You're trying to muffle your cries after hearing the front door, but you forget just how hard that is when your boyfriend has inhuman hearing. Soft hiccups and laboured breathing feel so loud despite hiding yourself beneath a blanket, trying desperately to calm down from the crying session you've been experiencing for the past twenty minutes.

It's out of habit when Yuuji calls your name, typically an announcement that he's home, this time with a tilt in his voice like a question. He already knew you were in the bedroom, pouting to himself upon hearing your shaky sniffles and deep exhales. Your name is called again, this time much softer, following the sound of the bedroom door being opened. Yuuji peeks inside, almost cautious that he was the one who upset you; all the while, you begged and begged for the blankets to make you invisible.

When you don't respond, only offering an involuntary hiccup, Yuuji creeps further inside. Almost like approaching a wild animal, he takes cautious steps, climbing on the bed behind you and gently peeling the blanket away. Despite the darkness, Yuuji can still see you as clear as day. Your hair was disheveled and falling out of the style he watched you create that morning, your lips shiny and swollen, a pool of tears soaking the pillow where your head rests. You don't fight your boyfriend when he gently coaxes you to lean into him — rather, you move to rest your head in his lap.

Another set of tears sting your eyes as a wave of comfort washes over you. A calloused yet gentle hand in your hair sets you off again, hiccuping another set of tears as you whimper and push your face further into Yuuji's pants. Everything about him always makes things better; his scent, his warmth, his comforting demeanour, his gentle hands and calming presence. This time, you were really upset.

Once you've settled down enough and your breathing returns to normal, Yuuji asks "What's wrong?"

You sniffle, holding your breath and trying not to fall into another wave of sadness and frustration. "My boss."

It's nothing new that your boss is the reason for your sadness. The man is an absolute dick in every sense of the word and has been making your life miserable for the last few months — there's been no reason as to why, other than he has a stick up his ass, probably. Most days you can take it on the chin, letting out your frustration with long winded rants to Yuuji or having him fuck you into the mattress until you forget what you were angry about. This is the first time you've been so upset over something your boss did.

"I'm sorry baby," Yuuji coo's, tucking your hair behind your ear with tender care. His voice is soft and delicate, full of love. "Want me to kill him?"

That earns him a laugh, sniffling and peeling yourself away from his tear-sodden pants. The sound of your laughter, even if it was a broken huff, eases the ache in his heart. "No, he's not worth it." You mumble and sit up in bed, leaning your forehead into him and finding your way to his shoulder through the dark. "I just…Need him to understand what I can and can't do, especially when things go wrong."

Yuuji hums, resting his cheek against your head, wrapping an arm around your waist and idly running his thumb along the old shirt you wore. A little less reactive now, you continue to tell your boyfriend about your day, complaining and sharing gossip from work to unload the rest of your stress. He was content to listen and respond where necessary, bringing up dinner when his stomach rudely interrupted you.

After some good food, of which Yuuji had offered to make, you're starting to feel a little better. The spark in your eyes slowly returns, the weight of your day lifted from your shoulders, and a piece of happiness swells your heart in the form of your boyfriend's goofy impressions. You look at him like he hung the stars in the sky.

All the while Yuuji thinks about the offer he made to you — one that was initially supposed to be a joke.

Way before you two had met, when Yuuji first learned of his werewolf curse, he promised to never kill another person. The idea of taking another life, innocent or not, fills him with dread. It's a struggle every full moon because it's in his blood, woven into his DNA are the instincts to kill, chase and devour prey. Yuuji has always maintained a cap on it, held strong on his ability to not kill people, even if he doesn't have as much control over his werewolf form as he would like.

"Are you going out tonight?" You ask casually over a bowl of ice cream. Yuuji looks at you, visible gears turning in his head and you raise an eyebrow with a smirk. "Full moon?"

The look of realisation makes you giggle around the spoon in your mouth, still a little somber and tired from your emotional day. It is a full moon tonight and Yuuji realises why he's been feeling so ravenous. The offer was a joke, but as the afternoon turned to evening, Yuuji could feel the involuntary twitch of his fingers whenever he thought about it. An itch for blood on his tongue, the desire for flesh between his teeth, a thirst for devouring human life like never before.

It was definitely a surprise when you first learnt about Yuuji's secret ability — understandably you were terrified and confused, sick to your stomach with fear and lived in anxiety for months to come. However, you love Yuuji. Over the years you've built a bond of trust together, to the point that you keep up with full moons and acknowledge you're going to have an empty bed all night.

"Yep!" He beams, trying to make up for the strange feeling of dread and itching rage that bubbles inside of him. "I'll be here when you go to sleep and when you wake up."

It's become routine, marked on the wall calendar every month. Yuuji kisses you goodnight and when you've fallen asleep, he makes his way to the forest a short drive away and lets loose. To feed that primal instinct of his, he tends to chase any wild animals that live there, sometimes killing them and eating them. He'd rather that, than accidentally take a human life.

Your eyes don't meet his when you hum in response, swirling your spoon around the half melted ice cream; Yuuji takes the bait and asks, "Are you worried about the full moon?"

With a shrug of your shoulders, you still don't look at Yuuji. "No, it's just…" You trail off, clearly struggling to find the words to express your concerns. "You look worried. It's making me nervous, like you're gonna…"

"Kill someone?" He frowns and watches as you visibly grimace at the thought. Yuuji reaches over the table to lay his hand on your wrist, a gentle and comforting motion. "You don't have to worry. This has been happening for years and it's never happened, I don't think tonight will be any different."

While you smile and nod, you still can't look Yuuji in the eyes, opting to stare into your ice cream. What he's feeling must be obvious to you too. He's not wrong though — Yuuji has never killed another person, as far as he's aware.

Yuuji watches the blood dilute in the tap water and swirl down the drain in a pink whirlpool. Haze and adrenaline, it feels like he's dreaming. Focusing takes the majority of his energy but it works, only for him to realise he was growling with each huff of air. Panting as though he was out of breath, his heart beats wildly against his chest. He has no control over what he's doing; watching himself carelessly clean the blood from his deformed hands, of which, are slowly transitioning back to normal.

Looking in the mirror presents him with someone he hardly recognises. His transformation is phasing out but Yuuji still bears long, sharp teeth and pink fur around the edges of his neck. It feels as though someone else is in control of him, forced to watch himself act with no authority. He doesn't trust himself like this. How could he when there was blood on his hands? Does he always come home like this; washing away blood in the sink, snarling at himself in the mirror as the adrenaline wears off, waiting for the effects of a full moon to slowly distinguish. Typically Yuuji wakes up the next day in bed with you with no memories of his transformation or how he got there.

"Yuuji?"

His head snaps towards you at breakneck speeds and the look on your face breaks his heart. You've never seen him like this before — he never wanted you to see him like this. Eyes wide as saucers, you stand at the doorway to the bathroom, body shaking with terror.

Yet you don't move.

"Are you okay?"

A stupid question that you'll later kick yourself for, but it can't be helped with what you're facing. Your boyfriend stands before you in your bathroom, much like you've seen many times before, except he's different.

Taller, broader, hairier. His chest heaves with a growl, sharp teeth shown to intimidate you, eyes wild but so very familiar. When you whimper ever so quietly to yourself, one of Yuuji's fluffy ears that sits atop of his head twitches.

Yuuji watches as you take a slow step forward. He wants to back away, tell you not to come near him — at worst, lock yourself in the bedroom until he's under control. Never would he hurt you, but he also has no idea what could happen if you get too close. He doesn't move, so you dare to take another step, tilting your head back as you approach to keep looking at your boyfriend.

Standing right in front of him, you realise just how much bigger he is. Normally he's taller than you by a good few inches, but now it feels like he's over a foot taller than you — maybe even approaching two feet. He tries to will himself to step back, screaming at himself internally to get away from you. You're not safe when he's like this.

You reach up towards him, standing on your tip-toes, curiously brushing your hand over his cheek. Pink hairs are rough and straight, almost like a patchy beard, ready to disappear completely in under an hour. Yuuji growls and it causes you to flinch. His heart hurts watching as you draw your hand back and stare at him with glossy eyes. He heard your breath hitch, the increasing beat of your heart, thumping of blood in your veins. Thankfully his bloodlust is satiated enough that he isn't plagued with temptations — your blood smells sweet, he can only imagine how delicious it would taste.

His ears flicker again when you whisper his name under your breath. You dare to go in again, reaching for his cheek with a little more confidence, rubbing your thumb along coarse hairs like you would a dog. It's a sensation Yuuji has never felt before, one that has his aching chest melt into submission. He leans down so you can reach him better, stunned at the way Yuuji — this version of Yuuji — settles at your touch. His breathing has normalised, lips relaxed over his teeth, eyes falling closed. When your other hand begins stroking his other cheek, Yuuji can't help but groan.

"Cute…" It's whispered, as though you don't want him to hear you, but Yuuji can hear everything. He groans again, nuzzling his nose into your wrist and rubbing his face all over your hand. It's then you notice something moving behind him — a tail swishing back and forth to express his happiness.

Still floating around in a void and watching himself from behind the scenes, Yuuji basks in the attention. You're no longer scared and he's grateful.

Your hands roam across his head, so familiar yet different. He's still your boyfriend under those new layers and his pink locks are the same under your palms, there's just the addition of soft ears that have grown from the top of his head. Wide and round at the edges, the fur matches that of his actual hair, twitching when you brush your fingers over the sensitive appendage. It causes you to giggle and watch as his ears react; flicking, twisting ever so slightly, showing off.

"Come to bed, baby." You whisper against Yuuji's hair, rubbing your hands over his head to keep him content, but your eyes are beginning to droop again. God knows what time it is but if he's home, it's likely the sun will be beginning to rise soon.

Yuuji doesn't respond or seem to acknowledge what you've said, so you take a step back and pull away — only for him to take offense and forcefully push his head back into you. It catches you off guard and his strength outweighs you, knocking you back ever so slightly. You laugh and pet his head. "Hey, I'm tired, I want to go back to bed. I'm sure you're tired too, or at least you will be in the morning."

He grumbles much like a dog would; unintelligible with a whine of clear protest.

"We can cuddle and I will keep stroking you, just come to bed."

At that, he finally agrees and follows you out of the bathroom. You can feel his overwhelming presence looming behind you. It makes you nervous but at the same time oddly protected. In bed you climb under the covers, now cold with your endeavour, and watch in the darkness as the shadow of your werewolf boyfriend climbs on top of the sheets next to you. You wait for him to find a comfortable spot; curled in on himself at your side, an arm slung over your waist and head buried against your chest over the blankets. It doesn't take long before you both fall asleep playing with his hair.

It's normal for Yuuji to have no recollection of his time as a werewolf. As though he simply falls asleep and wakes in his bed again, there's no need for him to worry about what he did the night prior or what he will do in another thirty days.

Except this time something nags at him. Last night was different than the others and it wasn't just because you found him.

The bathroom is something he remembers in pieces but he knows it happened. Since waking up it's all slowly piecing itself back together in his mind, like a drunken night partying and he's attempting to retrace his steps or being fed information by his friends on what happened. Yuuji can see the blood on his hands, the copper sitting at the back of his throat, the cold water that drags his evidence away. Your touch something else he remembers and just how scared you looked. Anything before that doesn't exist to him. He left the house and next thing he's looking at himself in the mirror.

There's no way he did anything sinister, right?

No matter how many times he tries to brush off the feeling of guilt from his gut, it insists on lingering. There's memories locked away in the back of his mind, ones that threaten to make him paranoid. Instead of allowing his thoughts to consume him, Yuuji makes himself comfortable laying across the couch, pulling a blanket over himself and diving head first into his new manga.

It finally worked to take his mind off of the feeling — until he heard your keys in the door. The sun was still out and Yuuji hadn't been reading that long, though a glance at the time on his phone confirmed you were home way too early.

He already knows something bad has happened. Not only does he feel it in his gut — so fucking persistant — but he can hear your laboured breathing as you take off your shoes. Trying to act natural and as though he wasn't already anxious, Yuuji beams at you when you step into the living room, his smile dropping when he sees the look on your face.

"What's wrong babe?"

You inhale and it looks as though you're about to speak but the words are caught in your throat. Distress, but there's no tears in your eyes. You sigh, touching your face and then threading fingers through your hair, moving to cross your arms and immediately uncross them as you try and find the words.

"My boss is dead."

Oh.

Yuuji blinks. Big, hazel eyes staring at you, just as stunned as you were when you got to work and received the news. Except both of you were left shocked and speechless for different reasons.

You were the friend who fed him information about what he'd done the night before. You had just told Yuuji he took too many shots and passed out in the toilets of the club after puking all over himself. You unlocked the memories he tried to hide from himself.

Blood. Flesh tearing easily under his nails. A man's screams of fear. The satisfying click of a neck being snapped under his teeth.

He feels sick.

"They—They found him…In his home this morning, he had a meeting or something and— He didn't show up so they tried to find him because it was super important or something — I don't fucking know Yuuji my boss is dead. "

You're struggling to breathe and comprehend the news. It's not like you had a shred of sympathy or care for your boss, but it's just so sudden. Everyone at work was in a flurry of panic over jobs and what it would mean for them that you couldn't help being caught up in it all. He was a middle-aged businessman, no one expected or were prepared for him to drop and now the company is in limbo and so is your job.

Phantom sensations begin to torment Yuuji; the feeling of muscle being ripped apart under his fingernails. To keep himself from throwing up with grief and regret, Yuuji stands and approaches you with open arms.

"It's so sudden…" Yuuji finally says with you wrapped in his arms, hopeful you don't notice the way his heart is thumping unusually hard against his chest. "Do they know what happened to him?"

You shake your head against his chest. "They don't have details yet, at least not public."

It feels disgusting to touch you right now — his hands aren't worthy of you. He isn't worthy of you when he's able to take an innocent life.

"Stay with me," You mumble against your boyfriend's chest, "I feel like shit."

Yuuji kisses the top of your head, willing away the thought that you deserve better. "I'm not going anywhere. You can read my manga with me, it's a cool new horror that has some really spooky panels."

With a snort, you begin to tease him and his excitement, joining Yuuji on the couch under the blanket.

"…police statements believe the cause of death is an animal attack. We have no further information on what kind of animal or just how the animal entered the home. Detectives are working on the case to ensure the safety of the public and to prevent any further incidents from occurring."

"No fucking way…" You gasp, head in your hands as you roll around the news in your head. Yuuji made his presence known when he closed the door to the living room with a click. When you turn around, your shoulders slouch as you ask, "Did you hear that? It's about my boss. They think it was a wild animal that broke in and killed him."

He had, in fact, heard and his blood ran cold.

It's been a couple of weeks since the incident and Yuuji has tried desperately to act as normal as possible around you. The thought lingers in the back of his mind like a plague, flashes of his grotesque and violent act play behind his eyes when closing them, guilt heavy in his chest whenever he touches you. All of it reaffirms what he is and what he'd done, no matter how much he tries to scrub away the facts.

"Yeah I heard," Yuuji starts and tries not to run towards the TV to change the channel to literally anything. "But did you hear they announced a new Human Earthworm movie? They're remaking the original instead of making movie number nine."

Although your boyfriend beams at you, throwing himself on the couch next to you and lounging his arm along the back pillows to make himself comfortable, you still look at him with suspicion. Everytime you bring up news regarding your boss or work, Yuuji is quick to deflect or avoid the conversation entirely. There's so much gossip going around at work that you need someone else to relay the information to; someone you can laugh with at the stupid conspiracy theories on what happened, gossip about new information, voice opinions on what's likely to happen with the company. Thankfully your job is safe and the company is going to be under new leadership, but the more information you hear about, the stranger the situation.

"Aren't you worried?"

Yuuji blinks at you. "Worried? About the remake of Human Earthworm?"

You scoff and push Yuuji's shoulder, he laughs it off while grabbing your arm but you aren't feeling playful. "No, I mean the news!" There's a flash of something on his face, his eyes darkening for such a brief moment, you would swear you hallucinated it. "If there's a wild animal roaming around it could mean something serious. What if it breaks into our home or someone we know?"

To hide the way his body deflates, Yuuji groans and pulls you into him by your arm. "It's probably nothing," He says, "Could've been his dog that went crazy or a rogue bear. They'll find it soon enough since we don't live anywhere near animals like that."

It still doesn't feel right. Yuuji is so very grateful you haven't connected the dots to accuse him of being the wild animal that killed your boss. The self loathing guilt haunts him constantly. With each passing day, you grow more suspicious of your boyfriend, brushing it off as something unrelated that he doesn't want to talk about. The flashes you catch of his facial expression dropping, the dark look in his eyes when you mention work, how he practically refuses to talk to you about any of it. Not only that but he acts differently sometimes. Your sunshine boy that is so relaxed and playful is much quieter, some of his actions feeling forced in the moment.

You don't want to accuse him of anything. Instead, you try and brush it off, believing Yuuji will talk to you when he's ready about whatever is bothering him.

It's so cold when Yuuji begins to wake up, curling in on himself and pawing carelessly for a blanket. When he feels only dirt under his hands, Yuuji bolts awake.

He was surrounded by trees deep in the forest, hearing deer hooves nearby running away from his sudden movement. There was no one else around — thankfully. No blood, no copper in the back of his throat, no satisfaction.

When Yuuji wakes up from a full moon he's tired but content. That ache in his bones disappears, the urge to hunt no longer there, he's free from the shackles of his desires.

This time, it lingers.

He wonders if he even killed any animal last night or if anything was spared; the flesh of another human pleased him enough that it's the only thing he craves now.

Dirty palms press into his eye sockets as Yuuji growls to himself, letting out pathetic cries of frustration. He hates this feeling, he hates the grief and guilt and anxiety that's been tormenting him for the past four weeks. Yuuji isn't a killer. He doesn't kill people, even if he isn't entirely himself. They're his hands, his teeth, his choice.

Although, there is a small spark of joy that hides deep within, rejoicing that he didn't kill again. Whether it was by choice or not is undecided and doesn't do much to help regulate his feelings.

Yuuji has no idea what to do. His mind is clouded with too many thoughts, too many worries. Just because he didn't kill someone this cycle doesn't mean he won't the next. If his bloodlust continues to grow over the coming days, he could lose control. He might kill as a human. What if it takes just a small impulse and Yuuji is coated in your blood.

Digging nails into the dry dirt at his sides, Yuuji claws and scrapes, gritting his teeth as he tries to expel these feelings. He doesn't want to kill, he doesn't want to hurt anyone, he doesn't want to lose trust in himself around those he loves.

In the midst of his meltdown, Yuuji hears your voice. His breath catches in his throat, holding onto it just to make sure he definitely heard you.

It is you, calling his name in the forest.

A wave of relief washes over him, grateful you're okay and he didn't do anything the night before. In the same breath, he curses because he's stark naked in a forest in the early morning breeze.

He wipes away the dirt from his hands, grimacing at the dark patches that stick under his fingernails, before standing and calling back to you. It doesn't take long for you to find each other.

"Oh Yuuji…" You breathe out, obvious relief in your voice with unintentional condescension. Almost like he were a kid and you found out he'd had an accident, Yuuji wraps his arms around himself, shy over his inappropriate nudity. To keep you from asking any questions for as long as possible, Yuuji puts on the best smile he could muster — despite it all.

The car ride home was quiet; Yuuji was too focused on his own thoughts, on making sure he doesn't even think about the way you smell or look or how you'd taste or how fast you'd run—

How can he trust himself? Why didn't he hunt an animal last night, like he normally does? Is human flesh that much more delicious to him, to his counterpart? The itch in his fingers grows increasingly worse by the second and Yuuji feels like he's losing control. He tries to tell himself it's all in his head, that if he stops thinking about it then it'll go away.

The hard part is not thinking about natural instinct.

Thankfully there was a spare blanket in the car for Yuuji to wrap himself in, finding mild comfort in the soft fabric and being a little less exposed — both physically and emotionally. He was hoping to throw himself into bed and sleep the day away. All his urges would be gone by the morning and he'll be back to his normal self soon enough.

Except you had questions. And you demanded answers.

"What the fuck happened last night?"

Yuuji had hardly climbed into bed with a fresh pair of boxers and sweatpants when you intercepted him, a worry in your brow and arms folded like a scolding parent. Smiling, he reaches out and drags you towards the bed, pulling you to lay with him. Despite your initial reluctance, you soon fall into his embrace with a groan.

"Why didn't you come home?" You insist and Yuuji grumbles to himself, unwilling to look at your stern and concerned gaze as he strokes your hair.

"I don't know, maybe I got lost or something." Was his weak response and you admit defeat almost immediately. You sigh and nuzzle into Yuuji's bare chest, peppering light kisses over his sternum.

"As long as you're okay…"

"I'm fine ," Yuuji stresses with a chuckle. "I'm home, there's nothing to worry about."

Being wrapped in his embrace was comforting after your worries that morning; you woke up alone with no idea where Yuuji could possibly be. While he still feels guilt and disgust for what he did, Yuuji is comforted by your presence. If only you could remain like that all day.

"I have to go to work, baby." You whisper against Yuuji's chest, giggling when he doesn't move. Instead, he groans and kisses the top of your head.

"Stay here." He whines and when you push away from him again, he tightens his grip even further.

"Yuuji I can't, I have to go in."

"Call sick."

"No," Your giggles quickly turn into laboured breaths as you struggle against Yuuji's unusually strong grip. It's normal for him to play around but by now he would let you go. "Let me out."

Already his worries are becoming reality. The panic in your voice serves to encourage him, feeding that dangerous impulse within. He doesn't want to let you go. You're his and you need to stay with him. No one else can have you, see you or talk to you. Yuuji isn't ready to give up your comfort after a rough few weeks. It's so odd because he's only like this nearing—

Yuuji lets go of you in an instant. It was as though he realised what he was doing, snapped back to reality and his normal state. You almost fall out of bed with how sudden he lets you go, breathing heavily after you'd been practically fighting to get out of his grasp.

"What the fuck is going on with you?" He's hardly ever heard you speak like this. Your tone is firm and angry, feeding into the guilt that threatens to eat him alive. "You've been acting so fucking weird for the past few weeks — you better tell me what's happening right now."

There's worry and rage in your eyes, a combination that makes Yuuji nauseous. To avoid your piercing gaze as you kneel on the bed beside him, Yuuji rolls onto his back and throws his arm over his eyes.

"It's nothing." He waves his other hand your way.

"Obviously it's not. Yuuji, you have to talk to me, I'm worried about you." Your tone has taken a dramatic turn. "You've been quiet; you avoid talking to me sometimes; I just found you in the fucking forest naked because you didn't come home last night." He visibly swallows, eyes shut tight to keep himself under control. "What happened that I don't know about?"

He doesn't answer — he can't. There's no excuse he can find that would satiate you, nothing you'd believe and he might end up killing you as a result. If he already loses himself over you trying to leave a cuddle, who knows what he might do any other time.

Your hand is soft and light when you grab ahold of his wrist, pulling his arm away from his face. You lean over him so there's no way for him to avoid your gaze.

"Did you kill my boss?"

Tears begin to sting his eyes and Yuuji closes them to save himself. It's a clear admission of guilt and he's terrified you'll leave. Clenching his hands into fists, Yuuji focuses on not touching you — he won't scare you again.

He expected you to run away, scream bloody murder and confess all his secrets. It's probably what he deserves. Your boss was a horrible man who hurt you on too many occasions — what would he do if it was someone who hurt you worse? Someone who threatened your relationship with him? What if he loses control if you try to break up with him years later. You don't deserve that kind of pain just because of what he is.

Except you don't run. You lay your head on his chest and wrap your arms around his sides. It makes Yuuji hiccup, still fighting back tears as the grief that consumed him slowly dissipates.

"It's okay." You whisper against his skin, pressing gentle kisses against his flesh. "It was an accident, baby. I know it was." His hand finds itself splayed across your back, praying that he can trust himself after the admission. "I'll make sure you don't do it again, okay?"

Despite being unable to trust himself, Yuuji believes in you wholeheartedly.

[holeforzenin]

YUJI BOUNCING YOU ON HIS COCK

Both are twenty n hints of overstimulation. Not proofread

“Yujiii- slow down!”

“Can’t stop, fuck! Hahh- Feels too good mmm” he pants breathly, unable to contain the ecstasy bubbling inside him as he relentlessly pounds his hips up into your warm pussy with so much fervor and intensity that you could feel every inch of sexual desire coursing through you, the rhythmic motion creating an lewd connection between the two of you as one of his hand kneads into your plushy ass—sneezing it as two perverted fingers hooked deep into your puckering asshole, wiggling it around as his sturdy cock was hitting all the sensitive parts inside your needy cunt that made your eyes screwed shut as your head fall back.

Wet squelching sounds filled the atmosphere. He was bouncing you up and down on his rigid cock so quickly, didn’t even give you any time to adjust to his thick length before he lost control to the feeling of your sweet pussy snugly squeezing his cock, he was fingerfucking your tight asshole so sloppy with absolutely no rhythm but oh, you felt so fucking full, your juices were dripping all over his lap. He was so nasty, you two have only had sex a few times and he's already so addicted.

“Mmm! This pussy is so good, fuckfuckfuckkk never felt so good before! You're squeezing me so tightly hahh-” he babbles against your pretty tits, he’s just as fucked out as you are—it’s like he turnt into some mindless sex zombie. Tears prickled in your eyes as you cried out from pure overstimulation.

“Yu-yujiii stop! M’gonna cum if y-you—fuck! Keep going. ohmygodd” you moaned out, your finger nails digging angry marks into his shoulder blades as your tight possessive walls clamped around his dick, leaking all over his veiny shaft as it dripped onto his fat balls.

If he wasn’t so busy fondling your bouncing tits with his face, you’d might have gotten the chance to witness the way his eyes were rolling back to your utterance. His dick twitches with need, his weeping tip hitting your g-spot over and over, he hisses as he felt the fingers that he had stuffing your ass grazing through the thin layer separating your pussy—making everything so much tighter. Sweat drips down his forehead as the air reeked of sex.

“Y-yeah?? Cum on my cock, please! Need you to do it again fuck—wanna feel you creaming all over me!” He babbles manically, he quickly pulls his long fingers out of your tight hole unexpectedly, making you hiss slightly because of how sudden it was, before stuffing both of them into his mouth—making you mewl in disgust as he swirled his tongue around his fingers with a low hum. His hand quickly found its way back to your ass again, both of them gripping and squeezing the flesh as he lifts your ass up and dropped you down on his thick cock harder, the way he was manhandling your body made your mind soo dizzy. His forearm muscles bulging as he supported your weight effortlessly. Your back arched slightly as his tip nudges against the spot that made you feel like your soul with levitating from your body. You brought a hand down to rub little circles on your aching clit before your cunt gushed all over his cock, you screamed as he fucked the juices out of your soaked hole, his balls, thighs everywhere was a wet mess.

He whimpered as he latched his lip onto one of your tits—making you squeak as your finger quickly flew to the back of his head, he muffly groaned against you before he emptied his tight balls into your sensitive cunt, his mouth leaving your nipple with a loud pop!

“Fuckfuckfuck m’cumming! Take it, God—take all of it, nghh” he cried out as his fingers dugged crescent shapes into your ass cheeks.

Your pussy flutters as his seed filled you up, he was so deep inside your pussy that you were almost worried that he might have gotten you pregnant.

“Fuck…your pussy is like heaven” he grunts before stilling himself inside of you. Both of you are so fucked out as you try to catch your breath. You whined as his cum leaks out of you slowly. “Can-can we please go for another round??”. He begged, puppy dog eyes stared up at you as you felt his cock hardened once again.

[ickyuji]

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 yuji using both hands to fuck himself after you send him what most would consider a casual selfie.

unabashed, head tilting back into his bed- hips canting up and up off the bed over and over the second palms of his hands meet the coarse pink hair dusting his pelvis. tilting his head to catch a glance of your pretty face. lips pouting, something you have a tendency to do in your pictures because you think it looks cute, and god- he prays every day you never stop doing it.

cock so hard it hurts, slipping the angry and red, mean head through calloused palms. wondering if your pretty, manicured fingers would feel better than the burn he feels now.

coughing out sounds of moans trapped in his throat, shaped like your name- hoping his roommates are out for the night. not having the foresight to check before opening your messages and reading over the; which one looks better? :3

text from you, a part of him begging you're sending him such cute images on purpose. at least then, it'd give him an excuse to fuck himself silly over your face- letting out an exasperated keen the second another one comes through.

this one, this one framing your face so pretty- eyes darting down to the fact that it looks like you're topless. a sliver of soft skin like a blessing, dropping one hand off his cock to bring his phone in closer.

panting exceeding their normal, lust driven tempo to groan out noises that sound like 'fuck, fuck, fuck' before he's done for.

his movements sluggish while he poses his phone downwards, just shy of kissing his leaky length. the juxtaposition of your face pouting at him through a illuminated screen and his viscous hand working over his cock just too good.

stomach tensing taught until he's spent- the first rivulet of cum landing right over your image. not daring to see where the rest lands because he's bucked his hips off the bed, squeezing his eyes tight and imprinting your face to the back of his eyelids while he cums over and over.

heart stilling to its normal pace after moments of clarity. dropping his phone off to the side and running a fist over his sweaty, blush hair.

having half the mind to wipe his phone off with his shirt- cringing over that decision later and sending you a message letting you know the last one is his favorite.

heart leaping out of his chest when you call him- happily blabbering about how happy you are he's picked that one. all the while his mind wanders off and wonders if you can hear the slick sounds of his shaky hand palming over his cock through the receiver.

[retiredteabag]

Pre-relationship the morning after

Including: Gojo, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna, Toji, Yuuji, and Megumi

Synopsis: You spent the night cuddling but once they wake up, you’re gone…

my smau masterlists one and two

〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰

[sqtorux]

ˋ°•*⁀➷ · towel please!

⤿ you ask them to bring you a towel because you forgot one while you showered. these things happen :]

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

[yuujispinkhair]

Rough Mission -> Rough Sex

You always offer Yuuji comfort with your hugs, your kisses, and your words of reassurance. But on the nights when he comes home covered in blood and with that strange look in his eyes, you know that there is only one thing that helps him feel ok again: Sex. And not the sweet love-making kind, but the feral, rough-fucking kind, where Yuuji can let all his pain and anger out.

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female) Genre: smut Word Count: 1k Warnings: 18+, smut, rough sex, creampie, squirting, biting. Yuuji and reader are in a loving relationship and everything happens with reader's consent. All characters are of age. Divider by @/cafekitsune

The first time it happens, Yuuji tries to flee from you, walking past you with that haunted look on his face, and disappearing in the bathroom, where you find him a minute later, slumped against the wall, breathing harshly, with his eyes pressed shut, and his pants pushed down, his fat throbbing cock in his hand, jacking off furiously in a desperate attempt to get his mind off the horrible mission.

"Yuuji, what are you doing? Why are you here all alone? Let me..."

Golden eyes fly open and stare at you with a mix of pain and despair and something else. A feral glint you have never seen in Yuuji's eyes before. Even his voice sounds different, a low, barely restrained growl,

"Please, stay away... I don't think I can hold back when I'm in this state. Please, baby."

And you realize what the problem is. Oh, sweet Yuuji. Such a hero. So caring and selfless to a fault. He's scared to touch you because he's scared of his own strength. Scared to be too rough with you now that he's losing control.

But you're having none of it. You don't run. You walk over to the boy you love. You tilt your head to look up at him and cup his cheek tenderly while your other hand wraps around his rock-hard cock and pumps it in your fist, milking fat globs of pre-cum out of Yuuji's swollen, dark-pink tip as you tell him,

"I love you, baby. Just fuck all your troubles into me. I promise you it's ok. Please don't hold back."

And Yuuji growls. He really growls, and you know his resolve is slipping.

He fucks you hard on the bathroom floor, rutting into you like an animal in heat, growling and sobbing while he presses you down with his heavy body, taking you over and over again until he has fucked it all out, has fucked all his pain and anger into your spasming cunt.

After that night, he doesn't try to run from you anymore. He comes to you eagerly, seeking the comfort of your body. Seeking the sweet relief he can find in your arms and in your tight pussy.

The moment Yuuji walks into your apartment, you can already see when a mission was a rough one. His golden eyes are on you with that feral glint in them, his broad chest heaving, and his hands balled into fists as he strides toward you like a tiger on the prowl. So strong, so buff, so deadly. You are so wet for him that you don't just soak your panties but also your pajama shorts.

"Come here, Yuu. Fuck me, baby. Be as rough as you need."

He is on you in a split second, growling in the back of his throat as he presses his lips against yours in a fierce, desperate kiss. You still gasp anytime Yuuji lets you get a taste of his superhuman strength and speed. When he rips your clothes off, tearing at them with his strong hands in his urgent need to get you naked and sink his needy cock into your tight cunt and fuck all his anger into you.

His clothes follow a moment later, dropping to the floor in ripped pieces, exposing Yuuji's tall, buff body to you. His buff muscles are flexed, veins standing out from all the adrenaline still pumping through his body. He looks even bigger than usual, so strong, so feral, so fucking sexy.

You moan as Yuuji manhandles you, his large, strong hands flipping you onto your stomach and pushing your head down. A hard slap lands on your ass, and you hear Yuuji growl, followed by a hoarse,

"Fuck! I need you, baby, need to fuck you hard. Please... can I please?"

His fat cock is leaking pre-cum all over your ass in his need to fuck you. He wouldn't even have to ask. You will always give him anything he needs. You push yourself on your knees, ass up, face down, Yuuji's favorite position, offering yourself to him, moaning his name, and telling him to take you as hard as he needs.

And he does.

The growled "Thank you" has barely left Yuuji's lips when he already slams his thick needy cock deep into your soaked cunt with a brutal snap of his hips that makes both of you cry out loudly. Yuuji apologizes even while he grabs your hips and pulls you toward him, rolling his hips against you, fucking you open with hard, deep thrusts that knock the air out of you.

And from now on, it's rough fucking in the most primal way. The headboard is hitting the wall loudly with every hard snap of Yuuji's hips. His grunts and sobs fill the room, just like the wet noises of his fat cock pistoning in and out of your creamy cunt.

It's rough, it's loud, it's messy. Yuuji doesn't hold back anymore, and neither do you. You cream all over his cock several times, shameless and eager, unable to stop yourself from squirting when his swollen cockhead overstimulates your g-spot and the rough slaps of Yuuji's heavy balls against your swollen clit make you keen.

And he cums in you over and over again, not even pulling out in between, cock staying hard all the time because of his insane stamina, fucking you rough into the mattress while his large hands hold you in place and your name falls from his lips like a prayer.

You are both in a frenzy. Both like two animals in heat. Chasing one orgasm after the next.

You push yourself up, reaching frantically behind you to grab Yuuji's hair and moan his name with a voice hoarse from all the loud moaning and squealing, growling just like him as you give yourself over to the most primal need, screaming his name when he rams his fat, angry cock even deeper into you.

Yuuji's muscular arms wrap around you, his large, calloused hands kneading your tits roughly while he fucks you hard. And you urge him on, so eager to make him nut again, to make him forget anything else but the feeling of cumming in you and pulsing his hot seed into your tight cunt.

"Yes, baby, like that, oh god! Fuck me harder, Yuuji! Fuck it all into me, baby!"

Yuuji's teeth close around your shoulder, biting you just like he bites his enemies in the heat of battle. Leaving a mark in the shape of his teeth that you will carry for the rest of your life. He growls and sobs, desperate and horny, even as his hot tears drip down onto your naked body, running down between your tits that jiggle from Yuuji's hard thrusts.

"Fuck! Fuck yes! Thank you, baby, thank... fuck!! Gonna cum again!"

You feel him throb in you, filling you with another thick load of his hot cum, and you follow him a second later. Your cunt clenches wildly around Yuuji's fat, veiny cock, gushing over him and spraying your squirt all over the bed.

You mewl weakly as Yuuji finally slumps against you, his firm pecs and abs pressing against your sweaty skin, his strong arms wrapping tightly around you, this time in a loving embrace. His tall, muscular body embraces you, and his warm lips are on your neck, trailing tender kisses over the fresh bite mark he left, offering his love and care to you now that he feels better.

And you kiss him sweetly, moaning at the feeling of your cunt pulsing around Yuuji's gradually softening cock. There's a tender smile on Yuuji's face when he tells you he loves you. And you caress his hair and tell him you'll always be there for him. Any way he needs you. It's ok. Rough mission, rough sex.

FERAL YUUJI DRIVES ME FERAL TOO 💗💗 I love seeing him fight and get angry, but it also makes me yearn so much for him and want to comfort him. So yeah, he could get anything he needs, anytime he needs and as often as he needs it. I am so in love aaahh 💗

I hope you liked this horny little story about comforting Yuuji with sex ;) Please let me know what you think and scream with me about our fave hero!!

Comments and reblogs would be very sweet 💗

[nana-au]

𝐁𝐅𝐅 & 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍! 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈 | random drabble MDNI

thinking about bestfriend! and virgin! yuji showing you his cock for the first time so that you'll show him what you look like underneath your clothes....

you had never seen a dick before and it somehow came out in conversation and your ever so eager best friend yuji quickly came up with a solution for your problem.

he wagered with you beforehand of course - telling you he had never seen a pussy (does porn count??) and well look at that! he had a dick.. you had a pussy... if only you both showed each other what it looked like.

and somehow the heavens granted him his wish and you were nodding, eagerly awaiting for his cock that sprung against his stomach - already hard from the idea of his best friend and long time crush seeing his pulsing dick - his tip pushing out a small bead of pre cum as your eyes shot open from the view.

"w-wow!" you said, studying his length a little too intensely. his stomach heaved and his cock bobbed along with it, coughing and spluttering as your face came closer to get a better look. his tip was red and his dick had one thick vein throbbing on the underside of his cock. you had nothing to base it off of but from your knowledge of your girl friend's gossip it had to be a pretty good looking dick. (not that you would say that to him. that's awkward... right?) it was long and decently thick....

"s-so..." yuji spoke, tucking his dick back into his pants; his cheeks a little red from your unexpected thorough inspection before sitting back onto the couch.

"oh.. right," you said, getting up yourself and sliding your pants and underwear down upon remembering your deal.

his eyes almost bulged out of their sockets at what greeted him. your pussy was definitely the cutest he had ever seen (again, does porn count???) all soft and inviting...

"can i touch it?" he murmured and you slapped away his approaching finger.

"i thought we were looking and not touching... i didn't get to touch yours!" you whined at the unfairness.

"well... yours is hiding," he responded in a matter of fact way and you couldn't exactly argue.

"fine.." you grumbled, "but i'll do it," taking two fingers you spread your lips apart, allowing yuji to see the velvety skin of your labia. now it was your turn to become insecure upon watching your friend study your anatomy - his hands reaching to pull you closer by your hips; causing you to trip over your feet while he desperately tried to get a better look. you let him examine in silence, your heart beating wildly from the lack of words your usually chatty friend had. you took your fingers away before clearing your throat, "i think you have a good idea now..."

he nodded and you both sat in silence on the couch - unsure of what to say.

"well that was..." he began and you cut into his sentence.

"awkward."

"-nice," yuji coughed to cover up his answer. "y-yeah.. awkward." his hand reached to scratch the back of his head.

[tender-rosiey]

“MY DOG DON’T BITE BUT I DO”

— giving a creep gojo, geto, nanami, toji, yuuji, and megumi’s instead of yours (f!reader)

a/n: and she rises from the dead!! to die again in like a week or so forgive me babies

gojo, geto, nanami

toji, yuuji, megumi

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[bunnyyyuu]

includes: f! reader, aged up! best friend yuuji, cheating, cunnilingus, breeding (kinda), anal mentioned, bad idea mistakes made. not proofread at all

yuuji is the best best friend anyone could ever ask for.

you're sobbing your eyes out? he’s there to rub your back and hold your tissues. you're having health problems that are waaaayy too embarrassing to tell a doctor? he’s doing extensive research to try to figure out how to help you. you're super drunk and throwing up? he’s holding your hair back, whispering how it's all gonna be alright. you're super hungover? don't worry! he has just the thing. you post a picture of yourself? he’s your number one hype man, leaving an insane amount of comments about how you came, served cunt, ate without leaving any crumbs, and left. the point is: he is the best.

unfortunately, however, most guys aren't the biggest fan of girls with a boy best friend. but don't fret! yuuji will be there to comfort you about feeling lonely. after all, he's always here for you.

oh! fortunately, however, you finally find yourself in a relationship with a guy that just adores you, and doesn't give two shits about yuuji as long as he doesn't pull anything. and, of course, yuuji would never pull anything.

not-so-fortunately, however, after over a year of dating, your amazing boyfie is gone on a work trip for months.

you have needs! needs he’d usually be fulfilling! how could he leave you like this? all alone! it's so sad, truly. your hands or measly toys will never feel as good as the real thing.

naturally, tmi has never once existed in you and yuuji’s friendship. so you end up on a call with him, yakking his ear off about how desperately you need a dick appointment. you just keep going on and on and on about way too many details of the sex you so dearly miss.

“and he's so good with his mouth!” you continue, not even giving yuuji the opportunity to respond, “like, there's no way i can do that to myself! uuuuuggggh—when’s he coming home?” you're pacing your bedroom, getting almost antsy, as you blab.

yuuji’s on the other line, just giggling occasionally, letting you ramble all you want. but, suddenly, something pops into his head.

“oh, god, he does this one thing with his tongu—”

“why don't i help you out?” the words are rolling out of his mouth.

why you agreed is unbeknownst to you, but yuuji is down on his knees on the floor of your apartment in less than fifteen minutes nonetheless.

of course, you'd never cheat on your boyfriend! that's not what you're doing! this is just a favor, right? a friendly little thing. yuuji doesn't want his best friend to be all sad and frustrated. he just can't bear to see you like that any longer.

your pussy is prettier than he imagined (yes, he’s imagined her before—one too many times you've bent over in a too short skirt and almost accidentally flashed him or a few too many pairs of pants that hug her too tight and you somehow how don't notice). he stares for a moment up at your leaky cunt in what must be awe once your pants are pulled off and you're lazily spreading your legs apart for him on the edge of your bed.

he’s not gonna tell you he thinks you're pretty. well, not now. obviously, you're ethereal—he’s told you before—but, when he's inching his parted lips toward your swollen clit, he’s gonna keep his mouth metaphorically shut.

his eyes flutter shut in unison with yours as his tongue flattens on the underside of your little bundle of nerves. your hands slap into his hair, it's shorter than your boyfriend��s, but it’ll do. his hands hold your legs far enough open with his big hands while he absolutely loses himself in your pussy.

this wasn't his first rodeo, but your taste, your cunt, your everything is far from anything he’d ever had before. perfect is the only word he knows to describe it, but even that doesn't come close.

he's moaning maybe more than you are as he laps at the sap oozing out of you. his dick feels like it's being suffocated in the strict confines of his sweats and boxers; he's not sure he's even been this hard before.

though, he knows this isn't for him. he can go rub one out when he's left you satisfied, but he has to get you satisfied first. this is just a favor for you.

but, when you're squirting down his throat shamefully quick, he can’t help but help the sadness that he’d have to go so soon. you're convulsing and mewling out incoherent words that sound suspiciously close to yuuji’s name. your mind feels a mess. you hadn't cum since the last time your boyfriend was home (which felt so long ago now, even longer than it had been), but something was telling you it wasn't enough.

he pulls away to do something—wipe your juices that were trickling down his chin, say something to you, or get a rag to clean you up—but his actions are interrupted with an almost lightning fast reflex shove on the back of his head, forcing his mouth against your cunt again. for the first time since he started, he glances up at your face, all sweaty and plastered with the most beautifully erotic look.

“yuuji,” you breathe out, completely forgetting what you’d half-heartedly mentioned about not wanting to use his name so it didn't feel so intimate, “wan’ your tongue in me.” your words are lewd, words yuuji never expected to hear from your mouth, especially directed at him. his cock twitches a little in its cotton prison, pre-cum oozing from his pretty pink tip and leaving a dark spot in his boxers.

he can't say no to you.

he dips his head lower, the tip of his nose pressed just below your clit as he tentatively presses his hot tongue into your hole. you're squeezing around him instantly with a grip that his him worried you might suck his tongue out of his mouth. you can't help but to throw your head back and moan all too loud while gripping his hair harder than you’ve ever gripped anything in your life.

he's practically just french kissing your cunt, no real direction or plan considering he’s just as lost in your pussy as you are in his mouth, but it brings a sense of nirvana to you anyway. it feels like your soul has left your body, replacing any sense of self with some sort of sex fiend who wants yuuji.

maybe it's the lack of recent adequate stimulation, maybe it's the fact that's is yuuji, maybe it's something else entirely, but, either way, you are a mess. hiccuping through shrill moans, legs shaking and thrashing, eyes bolted shut, knuckles turning white from your grasp on yuuji’s pink locks, pussy throbbing. you’re not sure you’ve been such a desperate, horny creature of a woman ever in your life. but, is the explanation really necessary? not when you start grinding down on yuuji’s face, no.

you're swiping your slick soaked folds up and down over his nose, moaning and whimpering when your clit rolls over the slope just right. it's even more heavenly when yuuji shoves his tongue further inside you, sending vibrations up into you with a groan at how you humped his face.

when you're suddenly cumming on his face again, with a sharp “yuuji!”, you’re sure your brain is all gone. any sense of rationality, of anything at all was gone. you should be worried about how wrong this is, how the old lady whose apartment is next to yours that’s way too invested in you and your boyfriend's relationship will definitely ask why you were screaming another man's name. but, you're not. you're not worried about anything but your best friend and his magical mouth.

his brain's out the window too. which is why he doesn't think twice before crawling on top of you and latching his lips onto yours. he's tugging his pants and boxers down with such fervor while his other hand gropes your tits and pushes you down on your bed, the same bed you’d gossiped and giggled in with the man on top of you. you can taste yourself on your lips, but it doesn't make you cringe like you thought it would—though you're a little too focused on the absolutely delightful kiss you’re sharing.

“i know you said that i’d just be eating you out,” he mumbles against your lips between heavy kisses once his cock is finally free, “but, please.”

you don't even remember what you said at this point as you nod dumbly.

he practically moans at the permission alone. he holds the base of his dick and swipes the tip up and down your sopping folds, only pulling away from your kiss swollen lips to stare at the lewd sight. you don't look, letting your head roll back and tongue loll out of your mouth.

the second his fat tip is pushing past your weakened ring of resistance, he's moaning like a bitch in heat. he can't decide whether to let his eyes roll so far back he can see his brain or ogle the filthy scene between you two. he listens to the delectable, unfiltered noises that bubble out of your throat without so much as breath between, and it only fuels the fire of need in his stomach.

he's thought of you before. he couldn't help it, who could? on nights of pumping his fist when his imagination ran too wild or he ran out of porn to watch, of course the most important girl in his life would pop up. bent over with your face stuffed in the pillows, pretty cunt glistening with your wetness on full display for his eyes. or your plump lips (that your boyfriend always got to kiss, how unfair) wrapped around his cock, hollowing your cheeks and holding only the most orgasm inducing eye contact as you take him down your throat expertly. or maybe even his cock using your ass while his fingers plunge in out of your pussy, amorous and perverted sloshing sounds filling his ears—

oh, yeah. reality.

he’s only about halfway in, and the sheer girth of his cock as you arching you back and writhing in place. it would hurt if he didn't make you cum oh-so hard twice in a row. he pulls his hand away from his base to roll his shaky thumb over your abused clitty, earning a sharp hiss from you. though, it goes unnoticed.

everything is unnoticed by yuuji right now. he could barely tell you his own name with the way your hole is sucking the dear life out of his cock. condoms? what are those? your boyfriend? who’s that? any woman other than you? doesn't exist.

tears are forming in your hazy eyes once he bottoms out, the feeling of being so full registering you nothing but a personified mess of pleasure. yuuji was clearly bigger than your boyfriend, not by much length wise, but he was much thicker, stretching out your gummy walls.

he doesn't give you much time to recover (not like you want it anyway) before he's slamming in and out of you. your basically limp body bounces up with each mean thrust of his hips, drilling his cock so perfectly up into you. his thumb is still lazily circling your clit.

it's not long before he's practically begging to cum. with all sense long disappeared, you agree, feeling on edge again yourself.

he mumbles a thanks as his pace grows impossibly harder and sloppier, reaching an previously undiscovered spot deep inside you that has you breathlessly gasping out little “ah! ah! ah! ah!”s with each ram against it. your clenching around him, trying to milk him for all his worth as your release washes over you a third time.

as you coat his cock and hand and add the puddle of your juices under your ass, he stops his aimless thrusts to force his cock so deep inside you that you see nothing but stars—it's like he's trying to get you pregnant. hot, sticky cum fills you up to the brim, overflowing your cunt.

and it's as he finishes oh-so deep inside your pussy, tip kissing your cervix, that he mutters three words. words he’d said to you before, words you’d said back to him, though in much different contexts. after long, heartelt talks, after a really great stress relieving hangout, when you're hanging up the phone, when you just want to appreciate your best friend. but, this isn't one of those times. he's filling you with cum, saying,

“i love you.”

[yujisdreamgirl]

boyfriend!yuji itadori who loves you loudly. yup, none of that nonchalant shit. i’m talking gifts, bragging about you to his friends, having you as his wallpaper on all his devices—homescreen and lockscreen, photo in wallet… the list goes on.

yuji itadori who is super strong he could pick you up so easily! you know that one trend with sabrina carpenter’s song ‘slim pickins’? yuuuuuup.

yuji itadori who looooooooves staying in with you and cuddling all day. no missions, no errands, no nothing! this is the dream life.

yuji itadori who actually cannot spend even 0.0001 second away from you. how could he when his girlfriend is so amazing, kind, beautiful and loving?!

yuji itadori who tries to cook for you, but unfortunately he’s just not that good at it… his determination for other things make up for it though!

yuji itadori who loves organising dates with you :3 it’s his favourite activity! after, of course, actually going on those dates. the most recent one you guys did was a lego date, something both of you have been wanting to do waaaay before you guys even met!

yuji itadori who is always there to comfort you. no matter how small—from everyday life problems to aftermath arguments between you two. even though you guys argue, the night always ends with you in his arms. he is not letting you sleep without him by your side.

yuji itadori who is the dad to your plant children! he will literally water them and is the type to praise them as if they were humans.

“how’s my favourite shrubs today?^_^”

“look at you!! did momma trim you recently? you are adorable.”

“rosetta, you are glowing! it’s obvious who you take after!”

yuji itadori who admires everything you do. you could literally be vacuuming and he’s entranced.

yuji itadori who listens to everything you say, paying attention to every single detail.

“and then- are you even listening?” you pout.

“mhm. she made a wish while holding the dream house Matt made for her and turned back to her 13-year-old self, right? so what happened next?”

you smile, continuing rambling about the film.

yuji itadori who wants to spend his whole life with you. one time, he saw soooo many cute babies and children at the park; immediately he thought about you. usually, when it’s eepy time and you guys are cuddling, he’d mumble sweet words into your neck as he pecks you: ‘we’ll get married, and… and have as many children as you want! then we’ll raise them, and love them, and grow old together and-��

yuji itadori who just loves you so much, he’s a whole green flag! he tries his best to be the best for you, but little does he know you love him in all ways—flaws included.

finally living up to my name!!🙂‍↕️

͙͘͡★ divider by @cafekitsune 💐

[uzurakis]

you and itadori both are settling into bed, the warmth of the blankets enveloping you both. as you reached for your phone, you noticed your boyfriend’s subtle shift, his body language conveying a hint of expectation.

with a smile, you leaned over to give him a quick peck on the cheek, a customary gesture before bedtime. but as you turned back to your phone, you missed the faint disappointment in itadori’s eyes.

minutes passed, the only sound in the room was the nails clicking the screen of your phone. but itadori remained unusually quiet, his gaze fixed on the ceiling.

sensing something amiss, you glanced over at him, concern knitting your brows. "hey, everything okay, yuu?" you asked softly.

itadori’s lips curved into a half-hearted smile, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. "yeah, i'm fine," he replied, his voice subdued.

but you knew better than to accept his answer at face value. gently, you reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead, your touch light and reassuring. "you know you can tell me if something's bothering you, right?" you murmured, searching his eyes for any sign of what was wrong.

itadori sighed, his gaze finally meeting yours. "it's just...“

“where's my goodnight kiss?" he pouted, his lower lip jutting out and it’s not a joke, he was really upset.

“oh,” caught off guard by his frown, you apologized. “m sorry, baby. i totally forgot," feeling a pang of guilt.

itadori’s pout deepened, and he crossed his arms over his chest, his expression exaggeratedly dramatic. "forgot?! how could you forget something as important as giving me a goodnight kiss?" his tone melodramatic.

you couldn't help but chuckle at his playful antics, realizing how much he enjoyed your nightly ritual. "i promise i won't forget again," you reassured him, setting aside your phone and turning to face him.

itadori’s frown melted into a grin as he leaned in, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. without hesitation, you leaned in to press a tender kiss to his lips, a silent apology for forgetting your nightly ritual.

"good, because i don't want to miss out on my goodnight kiss, or you’ll be the reason we both can’t sleep, baby.”

@uzurakis — reblogs are highly appreciated <3

[mononijikayu]

kinikilig — itadori yuji.

“Ugh, they’re driving me crazy!" Yuuji groaned, flopping dramatically onto the dorm couch. He had dragged Megumi and Nobara into his ordeal, much to their dismay. “You’re driving us crazy, Itadori.” Nobara shot back, arms crossed as she glared at him. “Do you realize how many times you’ve ranted about this today?” “But I’m serious!" Yuuji sat up, running his hands through his hair in frustration. “Every time I try to ask them what they want, I get all... I don’t know, flustered. And then I just start staring at them instead of saying anything. And then they make a joke, and I laugh, and—" He buried his face in his hands. “I just really love them, okay?!”

GENRE: Alternate Universe - Canon Convergence;

WARNING/s: Safe For Work (SFW), Post-Canon, Christmas, Aged Up Characters (Yuuji and Reader are 18+), Fluff, Young Love, Dating, Relationships, Romance, Pet Names (Babe, Yuu-chan, etc), Established Relationship, Teasing, Minor Drama, Feelings, First Love, Hurt/Comfort, Falling In Love, Flirting, Humor, Domesticity, Slice of Life, Light-Hearted, Pining, Holding Hands, Doubt, Profanity, Nanami and His Wife Cameo, Itafushikugi Sibling Coded;

WORD COUNT: 4.6k words.

NOTE: i promised to write this because there was a huge need to yuuji content. posting this for you @rreveurdoll as much as this is for me. and since it is christmas eve (still day time) in asia, i might as well post this since i will be sleeping for a bit!!! i hope everyone is well and happy this holiday. i'll be posting a christmas art everyone is welcome to enjoy and print out as a card or sticker. happy holidays to everyone!!! i love you!!!

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kilig (adjective) — "exhilarated by an exciting or romantic experience"; such feeling can be something as idiomatic as saying, "hey, i'm feeling butterflies in my stomach for you!" or next best thing to that which is "i'm genuinely feeling excited!"

“SHIT!” — THOSE WERE THE WORDS HE ENDED UP SAYING, EVEN WHEN HE DIDN’T MEAN TO. But the word echoed louder than Itadori Yuuji intended, startling an elderly woman walking past him on the crowded street. He winced and muttered an apologetic “Sorry!"under his breath, clutching the shopping bags in his hands a little tighter.

Itadori Yuuji wasn’t one to curse out loud. He prided himself on his optimism and his ability to keep things light-hearted even in the most stressful situations. But this? This was different. This time, Yuuji felt the situation demanded it. Because at this rate, he was setting himself up for failure.

He groaned, running a hand through his messy pink hair as he stood frozen in the middle of the bustling holiday crowd. Glittering lights adorned the storefronts, garlands hung in perfect loops above doorways.

And the faint melody of carolers blended with the hum of city life. The festive energy was palpable, but none of it helped ease the knot tightening in Yuuji’s stomach. How could it? This situation is driving him to a cliff of endless worries he doesn't want to end up in.

It was lovely Christmas time once more. You loved it as much as he did. It was the season of cheer, joy, and giving; it had everything and more! And the Tokyo streets buzzed with life for it. People rushed by with shopping bags brimming with carefully chosen gifts, their faces alight with excitement and satisfaction. It felt like everyone had their holiday plans perfectly in order.

Everyone except Itadori Yuuji.

This year was supposed to be special. It was his first Christmas with you as his lover, and he wanted everything to be perfect. Scratch that—he needed it to be perfect. You were his whole world, his everything, and this gift needed to show you just how much you meant to him.

But the harder he tried, the more overwhelmed he became. He’d scoured countless stores, browsed endless online listings, and spent hours walking in circles around the mall. Yet no matter where he looked, nothing felt right. Everything he picked up seemed too small, too impersonal, or just not enough.

It wasn’t that Yuuji didn’t know you. He knew the little things that made you happy. The way your bright eyes lit up at the sight of something sweet, how your laugh always started with a soft giggle before it burst into pure, unrestrained joy. He knew your favorite colors, your favorite snacks, and the way you always hummed under your breath when you were lost in thought.

And maybe that was the problem.

Because knowing you so well only made him want to give you something truly extraordinary. Something that could somehow capture just how much he adored you. But every time he thought about it, his mind short-circuited, overwhelmed by a love that was too big for words—or holiday gifts.

“Ugh, what am I going to do?" Yuuji muttered, dragging himself into yet another store. The cheerful holiday music playing in the background did nothing to soothe his nerves as he wandered aimlessly past rows of glittering ornaments and festive knick-knacks.

If he didn’t figure this out soon, he’d end up empty-handed on Christmas morning. And that, to him, was simply unacceptable. The thing was, Yuuji wasn’t bad at shopping. He’d always been good at it. Grandpa Wasuke said so! In fact, the act of searching was easy. He had a good eye for thoughtful details and a knack for picking up on what people might enjoy. 

Over the past few weeks, he had ventured into dozens of stores, scrutinizing shelves of trinkets, clothes, and gadgets. He’d spent hours scrolling through endless online listings, carefully reading reviews and comparing options. He’d even braved the chaos of the mall during the holiday rush, weaving through crowds with a determination that rivaled a seasoned shopper.

He wasn’t just browsing aimlessly, either. Yuuji took his mission seriously. As serious as he would be a real sorcerer’s mission. If anything, he’d go on and on even longer than at his missions. Because you deserve nothing but the best. He knew that much. He was going to make sure you get the best and only the best from him. His love was premium. Shouldn’t his gift to you be like that too?

He’d lingered in the holiday gift section, picking up items and putting them back down, imagining how you might react to each one. Would this make you laugh? Would that make your eyes sparkle with excitement? He spent so much time in one store that an employee asked if he needed help—or if he was lost.

The problem wasn’t the act of searching; it was what happened after.

Every time he thought about what you might like, his brain short-circuited. It wasn’t that he didn’t know you well enough. Quite the opposite. Itadori Yuuji adored you. He knew the little things that brought you joy: how your hands curled around a warm mug on chilly mornings, the soft sigh of contentment that followed. 

The way your beautiful eyes just lit up, full of passion, whenever you talked about something you loved. The way you had a talent for making the most ordinary days feel extraordinary, whether it was through your humor, your kindness, or just the way you smiled at him like he was your whole world.

And that was the problem.

Because every time Yuuji tries to take the logical next step about it all, he always seems to fail. When he thinks about asking you what you might want for Christmas—he’d freeze. Completely and utterly freeze. 

His chest would tighten, his heart would hammer, and he’d lose his words altogether. He’d open his mouth to ask, only to get distracted by how cute you looked while you were busy doing something entirely unrelated.

It wasn’t just love. No, he was sure. It was more than that. Love is not enough to describe how much he loves you. It was the kind of love that left him lightheaded, giddy, and absurdly incapable of functioning like a normal person. Yuuji wasn’t just in love with you; he was ridiculously, overwhelmingly, head-over-heels in love.

And that made everything infinitely harder.

He couldn’t even concentrate when he was around you. Instead of asking what you wanted, he’d catch himself staring, marveling at the way you furrowed your brow while concentrating or how your laughter could turn his worst days into his best. When you cracked a joke (sometimes funny, sometimes not), Yuuji laughed anyway, not because of the joke but because it came from you.

Every time he thought about asking again, he found that the words got stuck in his throat, replaced by a flood of affection he didn’t know how to articulate. He would be a bumbling mess. And you would get worried and ask him if he was okay. But he would babble that he was okay. But he can’t help that either. How could he even begin to express how much you meant to him?

And so, instead of making progress, Yuuji found himself stuck in a loop of adoration and frustration. He’d groan and mutter to himself, pacing his room or staring at the ceiling late at night, wondering how something as simple as picking a Christmas gift could become so complicated. 

When did things get complicated? When did things get hard? Everything about this was ruining his ability to think straight. And that wasn’t your fault. It never will be, no. It was his inadequacies as your lover. He was sure of that. He once more groans, earning the looks of his classmates.

“Ugh, they’re driving me crazy!" Yuuji groaned, flopping dramatically onto the dorm couch. He had dragged Megumi and Nobara into his ordeal, much to their dismay.

“You’re driving us crazy, Itadori.” Nobara shot back, arms crossed as she glared at him. “Do you realize how many times you’ve ranted about this today?”

“But I’m serious!" Yuuji sat up, running his hands through his hair in frustration. “Every time I try to ask them what they want, I get all... I don’t know, flustered. And then I just start staring at them instead of saying anything. And then they make a joke, and I laugh, and—" He buried his face in his hands. “I just really love them, okay?!”

Megumi, sitting with a book in hand, sighed heavily. “We know. You’ve said it a hundred times.”

“But do you understand how hard it is?!" Yuuji looked at them, his warm eyes wide and desperate. “Like, they’re so amazing. And cute. And funny. Like, even when their jokes aren’t funny! I can’t help it! I laugh anyway because I just... I love them so much! And I just, grrrr! Why can’t I do this right?”

Nobara threw a pillow at him, hitting him square in the face. “You’re ridiculous. Just ask them already!”

“I tried! But every time I think about asking, I get all red and tongue-tied. I can’t even look them in the eye without grinning like an idiot!"Yuuji groaned, sinking back into the couch to wallow in his self-perceived ineptness. “I just... I just want this to be perfect! They’re the ones, guys! I can’t ruin this. I want to... I want to do well.”

“You’re hopeless, aren’t you?” Nobara muttered, rolling her eyes as she grabbed a Christmas cookie from the table.

“Maybe write them a note.” Megumi suggested, not even looking up from his book. “Or I don’t know; stop overthinking everything. I don’t think it matters what you give them. They love you enough for everything else. They’re with you for a reason, Itadori. They like you. Not what you can provide them. It’s not that deep.”

“But it is that deep!" Yuuji exclaimed, flailing his arms. “I want it to be perfect! I want them to know how much they mean to me!”

“Just pick something from the heart, Itadori.” Nobara said, her tone softening slightly. “They’ll love it because it’s from you, dumbass. You don’t need to stress so much.”

Yuuji sighed, hugging the pillow Nobara had thrown at him. Deep down, he knew they were right. It wasn’t about finding the perfect gift. It’s never been like that with you, no. It was about showing you how much he cared. And he already knew how he felt: completely, utterly, hopelessly in love with you.

That night, he sat at his desk, the dorm room quiet, save for the faint rustle of snow falling outside his window. He leaned forward, resting his chin in his hand as his mind drifted to you. He thought about the way your laugh always seemed to bubble up like music, filling the air with warmth. He thought about how, even on the darkest days, your presence was enough to make everything feel a little bit brighter, a little bit easier.

With a deep breath, he picked up a pen and a blank sheet of paper, staring at it as if it held all the answers he was looking for. He twirled the pen between his fingers, his heart thudding in his chest. For once, he didn’t try to overthink it. He knew he had the words. He just has to let them go. 

He takes a deep breath and looks at the page again. He can do this. He knows he can. Nothing is impossible for love. Nothing is impossible when it comes to loving you. And showing you that, well, he wants to make sure you see it! And so he let the words flow, raw and honest, straight from his heart. He doesn’t stop until he gets every bit of it out. 

He started with the small things. How he loved the way you’d hum absentmindedly when you were focused, or how you’d always check to make sure he was okay, even when you were the one who’d had a rough day. He wrote about how much he admired you—your kindness, your resilience, your ability to find joy in the simplest things.

Then, as the words poured out, he wrote about the bigger things. How meeting you had changed him in ways he couldn’t fully explain. How, before you, he hadn’t realized how much brighter life could be. How he’d never known what it felt like to be this happy, this complete, until he met you.

The more he wrote, the lighter he felt. By the time he reached the end of the letter, his hand was cramped, but his heart felt full. He folded the paper carefully, tucking it into an envelope and sealing it with a quiet smile.

The next day, Itadori Yuuji ventured out into the bustling city again. The crisp winter morning coupled with the cold winter air was sharp and frosty, each breath forming little clouds that vanished as quickly as they came. Today was the day he'll get that bonus gift. He will find the perfect one. He knows it.

He wandered from shop to shop, weaving through crowds of last-minute shoppers. He studied every display carefully, letting his instincts guide him to the perfect one. He knew it just had to be here somewhere. Yet, after hours of searching, the doubt began to creep back in.

“What if I can’t find it?”He muttered to himself, the weight of his self-imposed expectations starting to press down again. “No, no. We had this talk, Itadori Yuuji! You will find it. You have the letter; that’s the present. Your love? That’s the gift. This is just a bonus, okay? No pressure!”

Lost in thought and incoherent mumbles to himself, Itadori Yuuji wasn’t paying attention to where he was going and nearly collided with a familiar figure. He blinked for a moment. It was a good thing he wasn’t carrying anything. 

“Ah—sorry!” He blurted out, stepping back to apologize. Then he froze. “Nanamin?!”

Standing before him was none other than Nanami Kento, looking as polished as ever in a dark wool coat and a long, warm-colored scarf neatly tucked into place. Beside him was a woman with a kind smile; her arm looped casually through his. She gasped and smiled.

"Itadori-kun.” Kento greeted, raising a brow at the flustered expression on Yuuji’s face. “What are you doing out here?”

“I, uh...” Yuuji scratched the back of his head. “I’m trying to find a Christmas gift for someone. It’s... really important.”

Kento’s wife tilted her head curiously. “You look a little lost, Itadori-kun. Need some help with it?”

Yuuji hesitated, then let out a sheepish laugh. “Honestly? Yeah. I’ve been wandering for hours... Well, for a long while now. And I still don’t know what to get. I mean, I got the letter and everything and my love for them. I think that’s the most important part, but the other part of it is just...”

Kento glanced at his wife, who smiled warmly and squeezed his arm. “Well, lucky for you, I’m a bit of a pro at picking out thoughtful gifts, aren’t I, Kento?” She said to him. “Why don’t we take a look together, Itadori-kun?”

Before Yuuji could protest, she guided him into the next store, her pace brisk yet purposeful. Nanami Kento merely followed a few steps behind, his expression as composed as ever, though Yuuji could swear there was a flicker of amusement in his mentor’s caramel eyes.

“So, Itadori-kun.” Kento’s wife began, glancing at Yuuji as they entered a cozy boutique lined with handmade crafts and ornaments. "Can you tell me a little about your partner? What do they like?”

Yuuji scratched the back of his head, suddenly feeling shy. “Well, they love warm drinks, like tea and hot chocolate, especially on cold days like this. They always get this little smile when they’re holding a warm mug.”

Kento’s wife smiled. “That’s a lovely detail. What else?”

“They’re really passionate about their hobbies, a lot really!" Yuuji continued, his voice softening as he thought of you. “When they talk about something they love, their eyes just... light up. It’s amazing. I could listen to them for hours.”

She chuckled, picking up a small handcrafted snow globe from a nearby shelf. “Sounds like you’re pretty smitten, Yuuji.”

Yuuji’s face turned bright red at her comment. “I mean... Yeah.” he admitted, scratching his cheek. “They’re just... really special, you know? Like, every moment with them feels like a gift.”

Nanami Kento, who had been quietly observing, cleared his throat. “Itadori-kun, while that’s touching, perhaps you could focus on specifics. What’s something they’ve mentioned recently? Something they’ve wanted or admired?”

Yuuji paused, thinking hard. Then his warm eyes lit up. “Oh! They mentioned this charm they saw once—something small but meaningful. They said it reminded them of their family. I didn’t think of it until now.”

Kento’s wife clapped her hands together. “Perfect! Let’s see if we can find something like that.”

As they moved through the store, Itadori Yuuji rambled on, describing your quirks and favorite things with so much enthusiasm that even Nanami Kento seemed amused. The kid is passionate about a lot of things; he’d observed that in the time Yuuji and him had spent time together. 

But at this level? Never. He’s not seen that at all. But perhaps Kento could find himself relating to the younger man. He too is a man in love who can't help but be frantic when it comes to his own lover. And he too is the type of man who would never shut up about the person he loves. 

“They always hum when they’re concentrating. They do that really well too!"Yuuji said, smiling fondly. “But to be honest, Nanamin, it’s the cutest thing. And they’re amazing at turning little moments into something fun, like making a random walk feel like an adventure.”

“You really adore them, don’t you?"Kento's wife asked him, her tone full of teasing.

“I do. I really do,” Yuuji replied earnestly, his expression softening. “I just want to make them as happy as they make me.”

Kento’s wife exchanged a glance with her husband, who gave her a subtle nod. “Well, Itadori-kun, with that much love behind it, whatever you choose will be perfect.”

A moment later, Yuuji’s bright-eyed gaze landed on a beautifully decorated charm tucked away on one of the displays at the corner. It was simple, delicate, and intricately designed—a perfect match for the one you’d described.

“This is it! I think this is it!" Yuuji said, picking it up carefully. His grin grew wider as he imagined your reaction. “I think they’ll love it. I just know it.”

Kento’s wife smiled approvingly. “You did great, Itadori-kun. And now you can relax knowing it’s exactly what they’d want.”

Kento gave a faint smirk at the young man. “Next time, save yourself the trouble and ask them directly, Itadori-kun." It might save you hours of pacing through stores.”

Yuuji laughed, clutching the charm in his hand. “I’ll keep that in mind, Nanamin. Thanks for the help, both of you. I appreciate it. Really.”

Kento’s wife waved off his gratitude with a smile. “It’s nothing, Itadori-kun! You already knew what you wanted, you know? You just needed a little nudge.”

As they walked out of the shop together, they parted ways soon after that. Itadori Yuuji clutched the carefully wrapped gift in his hands, his heart lighter than it had been in days. This wasn’t just a present. It was a piece of his love for you, wrapped in meaning and chosen with care. And he couldn’t wait to see the look on your face when you opened it.

When Christmas Day arrived, it was just too much. Itadori Yuuji was a bundle of nerves. He paced his room, the gift and letter sitting neatly on his desk. His stomach churned with a mix of excitement and anxiety. He practiced what he would say, only to stumble over his words each time.

“What if they don’t like it?” He muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair. “What if it’s not enough?”

But all of Yuuji’s doubts melted away the moment you walked in. The door jingled as you stepped inside his dorms, shaking off the chill of the winter air, and the world seemed to slow. He felt like he couldn't breathe. You knocked his air away from his lungs with just your existence. You always have.

You looked effortlessly beautiful to him, even in the simple warmth of your coat and scarf. But it wasn’t just the way you looked—no, it was your presence. That radiant smile of yours, so wondrously bright and delightful. The one that always made his heart skip a beat spread across your face as soon as your eyes landed on him.

“Yuu-chan!” You exclaimed, your voice soft but bright, sending a flutter straight to his chest. You closed the distance between you in a few quick steps, your eyes lighting up with happiness. “I missed you, wah! I’m glad you’re back!”

Yuuji froze for a moment, overwhelmed by the sight of you. He had spent days thinking about this moment, stressing over the gift, over making everything just right—but now that you were standing in front of him, all of that seemed insignificant. The only thing that mattered was you.

“I, uh, got you something, baby.” Yuuji stammered, feeling the warmth flood his cheeks. His hands, which had been shaking since he first picked up the gift, now trembled even more as he extended the small package toward you. “It’s not much, but... It’s from the heart.”

You looked down at the little box in his hands, then back up at him with a soft, knowing smile. "Yuu-chan, you didn’t have to get me anything.”

“I know, I know,” he said quickly, trying to steady his breath. “But  you know that I just….I wanted to. You’re... really important to me, you know? And I just wanted to show you how much I care. That I... I want to express my love for you like this.”

Your heart warmed at his words. You reached forward, gently taking the package from his trembling hands. You couldn’t help but feel like you were going to combust with how much warmth radiated in you because of his tenderness. 

Everything about your lover made you feel like the world isn’t a cold place. He was everything that made life so good. You were convinced of that. The sincerity in his voice, the way he was so nervous yet so full of love. It made you feel more cherished than any grand gesture ever could.

You carefully unwrapped the gift, the anticipation in Yuuji’s bright eyes palpable as you slowly revealed what was inside. The beautiful and yet simple charm, delicately designed and elegant in its simplicity, lay nestled in the box.

You gasped softly, your fingers tracing the intricate design. It was everything Yuuji had described and more. It wasn’t flashy, but it held such deep meaning. You didn’t want it to be flashy. You just wanted it to be from him, from his heart. You felt the weight of his love in it and the thoughtfulness behind every detail.

And boy, did it deliver. He always does. Your lover boy always will. 

“There’s a letter inside for you, Read it later, okay? If you want—"

“Yuu–chan!” You whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “It’s perfect.”

His face turned a shade of pink so deep it was almost red, and he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. “Really? You like it?”

You nodded, eyes glistening. “I love it. I love you.”

Yuuji’s heart skipped a beat, and he could hardly contain the goofy grin that spread across his face. It wasn’t about the gift. Though he was surely sure that he was happy you liked it anyway. But of course, this was more important.  

It was about the way you looked at him that made him feel whole and giddy all over again. The way your smile made his chest feel light, the way your love seemed to wrap around him, as real and as warm as the scarf you wore.

“I love you too.” He whispered in a relieved and yet so loving tone. “So much.”

“You’re the best, Yuu-chan!” You said, stepping forward to hug him, the gift still clutched in your hand. His arms instantly wrapped around you, and he buried his face in your hair, breathing you in. “I love it! I love you! Ah, I’m just so happy!”

“I’m just glad you like it, baby.” he mumbled, the words muffled in your hair, but you could hear the relief and joy in his voice. “I was really worried it wouldn’t be enough.”

You pulled back just enough to look up at him, your hands resting on his chest. "Yuu-chan, you don’t need to worry about that. It’s perfect because it’s from you. And that’s all that matters.”

He gazed down at you, the love in his eyes overwhelming. “I... I just want to make you happy. That’s all I ever want.”

And in that moment, as you stood there together, the soft glow of his dorm lights casting a gentle shimmer through the window, Itadori Yuuji realized something that took his breath away. He had already given you the best gift of all, his heart. 

All the shopping, all the wrapping, the hours of nervous pacing. All of that. they suddenly seemed so trivial compared to this: the simple, unspoken exchange of love that had passed between the two of you. This was more than enough for him. This was his paradise. This was his Christmas miracle. 

His chest swelled with warmth, and he looked down at you with a soft smile, his heart racing just as fast as it had the moment he first met you. No amount of material things, no matter how perfect, could ever compare to the way you made him feel. You were his everything.

Before he could say another word, you stood on your tiptoes, your hands gently cupping his face, and kissed his cheek. The touch was sweet, soft, and full of affection. Yuuji’s warm eyes widened in surprise, the blush creeping up his neck as he felt the warmth of your lips against his skin.

“You’ve done that and more, Yuu-chan! ”You whispered, your voice a little breathless with affection. “Don’t worry!”

His heart fluttered. He felt like he might melt right where he stood. His hands, which had been trembling when he gave you the gift, were now steady as they gently brushed a lock of hair from your face. The tenderness in your words, the way you made him feel so cherished and understood, filled him with a joy that no gift could capture.

“You really think so, baby?”He asked softly, a shy grin pulling at his lips.

“Of course I do,” you replied, smiling up at him with those sparkling eyes of yours. “You’re all I ever need, Yuu-chan.”

The sincerity in your voice made his heart swell, and he leaned in closer, his forehead resting gently against yours. The world outside seemed to fade into the background, leaving just the two of you in this perfect, quiet moment.

“I’m so lucky to have you, baby.” Yuuji whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m never letting you go.”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him into a tight hug. “You don’t have to, Yuuji. I’m not going anywhere.”

He chuckled, his arms instinctively wrapping around you in return, pulling you even closer. “Good. Because I think I’d be lost without you.”

“Merry Christmas, Yuu-chan.” You smiled at him.

He grinned at you, taking to embracing you. “Merry Christmas, baby!"

[ickyuji]

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 thinking 'bout lovesick! yuji... best friend! yuji who is so in love with you but doesnt have the guts to outright tell you.

dies every time you two hang out 'cause you just prattle on and on about how you wish you had the experience of being eaten out... and you trust your best friend so much that it doesnt come as a shock or as anything other than a willingness to help you out when he tells you he'd volunteer.

easy to lay back against his bed, the same one you two spend so much time cuddling on in between classes and movie sessions. so easy to spread your legs for him and let him nose against your weeping cunt.

wondering why it's so warm and smells so good. eagerly nuzzling along your swollen lips, shamelessly sucking in the skin into his waiting mouth. and you don't know if its embarrasment that he doesn't look up at you once- not until you keen out his name all high and pretty.

easy to tangibly see how lovesick yuji is for you when he just sucks your swollen clit into his mouth and sucks and sucks and sucks. his hands balled into fists on either sides of your hips- not daring to touch. just follows around the canting of your hips with his bobbing head. he doesn't even mind when you buck up and clamp your thighs around his head when you cum in broken pants of his name and pleads.

pleads that fall on deaf ears because he's just too far gone, thinks that "just a little more- just a little bit more and i'll stop." but he never does.

its not until you take shaky hands and push against his forehead after cumming for the 3rd time. too weak to pick your head up off the bed for minutes at a time. and when you finally do- he's sitting there, fist wrapped around the print of his cock through grey sweats.

visibly shaking with the restrain he's going through, meeting eyes with yours when you have the ability to pick your head back up and see the way he tips his head back to stare at the ceiling- groaning an apology for getting too ahead of himself.

wondering... "do you ever wonder what cock feels like?" yuji asks, barely audible- like he wishes he could show you what that's like too. and to his dismay and utter relief, you nod pretty at him.

[retiredteabag]

You accidentally hurt them

Including: Gojo, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna, Toji, Yuuji, and Megumi

part one here

my smau masterlist

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[sqtorux]

ˋ°•*⁀➷ · wrong number?

⤿ nope! it's them texting you from a different number. (the brackets show who's who btw!!)

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