#yūta okkotsu

[zuyoo]

s-triology. yūta x afab!reader ﹙외설﹚

001: s-ecret.

content warning ⟢ college setting, mdni, highly suggestive content & images, no written smut yet, self degradation if you squint but not really (js tagging to be safe), none of the images are mine, it also does not represent the reader, the images are simply used as a reference to visualize specific scenarios.

002: s-hhh!

content warning ⟢ college setting, mdni, pervy themes but nothing too major, smut, unprotected sex, they go multiple times w multiple positions, switch!reader + switch!yūta, msub leaning tho, overstim, consent checks, dirty talk + a lot of dialogues.

003: s-aint.

content warning ⟢ college setting, mdni, highly suggestive content (smut wow), yūta’s pov but written in 2nd/3rd person, mentions of onIyf4ns, jerking off, pervy themes, kinda creepy but also kinda hot iykwim.

© zuyoo — do not copy, plagiarize, or translate my work without my permission. i only upload my work in tumblr.

[bunnyyyuu]

includes: f! reader, aged up! yuuta, noncon/dubcon, rough sex, mean yuuta, dacryphilia

yuuta is kind of tired of being so sweet. he’s always been so nervous and almost too caring during your intimate nights, but he just craves more. especially when he knows how you get when he’s even a little rough.

so, of course, he’s just gonna test the waters. but, poor boy loses control and now he's in the deep end.

he’s got you folded up in the meanest mating press, his hipbones digging into your ass, but, more importantly, his cock bullying your poor cunt. he might've been a little rash—what kinda guy interrupts a relatively slow makout by practically ripping her clothes off? though, he is so obsessed with you like this that he just doesn't care.

you're sobbing. it's not a few tears of pleasure, it's fat blobs streaming down your cheeks, moans replaced with cries. it hurts. he’s slamming into your cervix relentlessly. he thinks you look absolutely beautiful—how’s he supposed to stop?

it's not his fault your salty tears make your pretty puffy cheeks glimmer in the dimness of his bedroom, that they compliment your skin so nicely. and it's certainly not his fault that, the harder you cry, the harder your pussy squeezes his aching dick.

“you're so pretty,” he mumbles.

“it feels so good, right?” he asks with a shaky smile, “so, so good, sweetie.” he’s talking to you like he’s not absolutely wrecking ur insides with an insane stamina.

you shake your head, sniffling. you’d be pushing him off you (or at least trying to get him to slow the fuck down) if he didn't have one hand digging around both your wrists.

“no?” he tilts his head in a faux innocence—now he’s just being a bitch, “your body says otherwise.”

he lets your legs fall on either side of his hips when he moves the hand he was holding them against you with the rub circles on your swollen clit. a moan, for the first time since he forced himself onto you tonight, slips from your mouth and cuts off a choked sob.

“feels awful, huh?” he almost laughs.

you’d never seen your yuuta like this. a sweet, respectful boy. maybe occasionally perverse, though it always seemed to be rooted in love and attraction to you, but this? he’s barely recognizable. he’s dirty and mean.

your clothes were all discarded sans your underwear. the cotton was rubbing against him uncomfortably. naturally he’s gotta get rid of it.

rrrrrriiiiiiiiiipppppppp! he breaks the dampened fabric with no effort at all.

“be quiet, hm?” he says it so sweetly, like yuuta. he shoves the panties into your open mouth with a grin that has to be evil. your cries and half-moans are muffled now, face scrunched up in discomfort at having to taste yourself.

“good,” he praises.

“yuuta, h-hurts,” you barely make out through the ball of fabric in your mouth.

his hips still for a moment, an expression of genuine pondering crossing his features. he knits his brows together and pinches his chin in thought. he lets his eyes wander over your form. face wet and flushed, body covered in his teeth marks and goosebumps, legs shaking like a leaf—he has his answer.

he starts up his movements again, pounding into you somehow harder. you cry out loudly, the broken sound barely even muffled. he smiles so sweetly, that smile thst you love.

“i don't care, pretty girl.”

[pupkashi]

a/n: i just wanted to write abt yuta being scary and sexy so here is my word vomit

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thinking abt bf!yuta who looks and acts so pathetic around u but is so protective and intimidating

yuta is so helplessly in love and devoted to you, even a blind man can feel the love he has for you a mile away. yuta is the first to laugh at your jokes, the first to tell you happy birthday and congratulate you on everything. he’ll give you anything you want the minute you ask for it, no matter what it is.

yuta doesn’t get into arguments with you, he’ll apologize for whatever he did wrong and prove to you he’ll never make the same mistake again. he’ll shower you in gifts and acts of service and spend as much quality time with you as you want.

there isn’t a thing he wouldn’t do for you.

yuta okkotsu isn’t the beefiest man on the planet, nor is he the tallest. but he is the most intimidating when he wants to be. and whenever anyone is a little too friendly with you, he definitely wants to be.

it’s only been two minutes since he left to the use restroom and there there some douchebag was, trying to flirt with you. it makes his blood boil, seeing someone who isn’t him be that close to you, trying to buy you a drink as you politely decline him.

it takes only a moment for yuta to walk up to you, snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you close to him.

“who’s this, angel face?” he asks you, his voice is soft and sweet as he speaks to you, but his eyes are sharp and venomous as he stares at the other man.

“he just was talking to me about some sport, he’s nobody yuu” you smile, trying your best to contain the situation while you could.

“yeah i was just leavin, don’t wanna waste my time on something used” the man snorts, turning around before his body is jolted backwards as yuta grabs his wrist.

the man immediately cried out in pain, knees buckling as yuta’s grip only tightened. “how ‘bout you quit crying and apologize,” yuta taunts, jaw clenched as his grip grew stronger.

“baby please i don’t want a scene” you plead, squeezing his arm and forcing him to look at you. yuta always thought your eyes were so alluring. something about them brought him a sense of serenity he never thought was possible.

“okay” he mumbles, letting go of the man’s wrist, rolling his eyes as the man cradled his now broken wrist, crying out about his pain and running the opposite direction.

the two of you don’t stick around, walking out into the hot summer breeze before you stop, hands on your hips as you stare at your lover.

“yuta” your tone is more than enough to stop him dead in his tracks, slowly turning on his heel with a sheepish smile on his face.

if you didn’t know your lover, you never would’ve guessed that the man who’s a stuttering and blushing mess in front of you broke a man’s write for flirting with you.

his shoulders are slouched a bit, strands of black hair framing his face perfectly as he tried his best to defend himself.

“I’m sorry darling” he begins, already giving you the puppy eyes you fall for, “i couldn’t just stand by and let some scumbag try to talk you up without-” you cut him off by grabbing his hand and pulling him to sit with you on a nearby bench.

“pretty boy, you know I’m only yours right?” the words make yutas fave flush a deep red, nodding softly as he looks at the ground. “you don’t have to fight or threaten every person who gets too close to me, i can handle myself” you explain.

“you shouldn’t have to” yuta mumbles, looking at you with a small pout. “i wanna be the one to protect you,” he sighs, “i wanna let the world know that they shouldn’t even think about trying anything with you.”

there’s a beat of silence and yuta is about to apologize again before you’re crashing your lips onto his. it’s a shock to him, but he immediately kisses you back, smiling when you bite his bottom lip softly.

“cmon let’s go home,” you smile, laughing when yuta practically jumps up, back to his sunshine smile as he intertwines his fingers with yours.

“you wanna make some cookies and watch a movie?” he asks, swinging your held hands as you two walks together down the empty street.

“you read my mind, pretty” you grin, leaning into him as the two of you walked, loving how he instinctively put his arm over your shoulder and kissed the top of your head.

there’s not a care in the world for you. you’d never have to look over your shoulder or carry a weapon with you. as long as yuta was by your side the only thing you’d have to worry about is stopping him from killing anyone who hurt you, intentionally or not.

[system-to-the-madness]

Cherry Blossom Confessions 🌸 Okkotsu Yūta x Reader

Pairing: Okkotsu Yūta x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: fluff Word Count: 1 423 Summary: Yūta spills a well-kept secret Prompt: accidental confession A/N: Firs time writing for Yūta! Also, I wanted to post these stories in time with the local cherry blossom, but it keeps delaying because the weather was too cold (on Wednesday it snowed even). I’m just gonna start posting and hope the cherry blossom will eventually catch up with me.

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Pink petals drifted through the air, looking like snowflakes in the warm afternoon light. It was only late March, but the sun had already gained back a lot of its power after the colder winter months, making you smile contently to yourself as you closed your eyes and held your face into the sun, trying not to let yourself be distracted by the person at your side.

Yūta was, for once, out of his school uniform, and instead dressed in an oversized shirt and some wide jeans which made his slim figure seem to drown in fabric. But it looked good, unfairly good even. You could tell he was fiddling around with his necklace, even without looking at him, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that he seemed nervous.

“What’s wrong,” you asked eventually, unable to take his fidgeting any longer.

You had known him for a good while, and his behaviour now was more like he had been when you had first met him. Back then he had been jumpy and shy, always expecting the worst of people. But as he had settled more into the life at Jujutsu High, the shy and easily scared boy had turned into the open-hearted, funny, and fiercely loyal friend you had gotten so attached to.

“Nothing,” Yūta’s answer came almost too quickly, making you raise your brows before you blinked open your eyes and turned to look at him.

He had cut his hair a little since winter, the formerly long strands having been trimmed into a new haircut, which made him look gentler than the rather harsh look he had been sporting before. His grey eyes met yours defiantly, as if he was challenging you to question his reply, but you didn’t do him the favour. Instead, you continued watching his face.

Recently he had started getting cute freckles over his nose that now started to turn a darker shade as he blushed under your inquisitive gaze. You wondered if he could tell your own cheeks were heating up, too.

“Anyway,” you shrugged, tearing your gaze away from him and focusing back on the pink petals of the cherry trees you were sitting under.

Silence engulfed you for a while, but you couldn’t quite tell if it was the good or the bad kind. You also didn’t know what you were supposed to say. Which was weird, considering you never had any problems of engaging in conversation with Yūta. You always found things to talk about, to joke about, even if it was only Gojo-sensei’s latest shenanigans.  But somehow it suddenly felt as if this silence was important, as if it were the preparation for whatever was to come next. What a strange sentiment…

“You’re beautiful.”

Confused you turned to Yūta, who was still watching you, his eyes widening as you met his surprised. He had never said anything like that before, usually his compliments were limited to your fighting in training or during missions.

Quickly you looked away, unable to hold his gaze any longer.

“Uhm, thanks…” you trailed off. Certainly he had to pick up on your embarrassment now, right? Your warm cheeks, the way you subconsciously had started playing with a blade of grass underneath your hand… you quickly pulled your hand away and intertwined it with the fingers of your other hand to stop the motion.

“Did I say that out loud,” Yūta wondered, a hint of amusement, but also embarrassment in his voice.

“Yeah, …”

He chuckled, and you glanced at him from the corner of your eyes. He had averted his eyes, and instead was staring up at the branches over you as he was chewing on his lip, clearly thinking hard about something. Suddenly he snapped his head back at you, almost startling you with the sudden motion, but it was obvious he had come to the conclusion of whatever he had thought over.

“I don’t tell you enough. Actually, I think I’ve never told you, but I always think you’re beautiful,” he confessed, his voice lacking any of the embarrassment from before and instead sounding determined now.

“Careful,” you chuckled nervously, “what will Rika think?”

Rika. Probably the biggest reason why you had never dared thinking of Yūta as anything other than a friend. You didn’t exactly feel like getting into a fight with a special grade curse over your classmate.

“Oh, she knows I think you’re beautiful,” Yūta shrugged, his voice returning to the more relaxed tone you usually knew from him.

“Does she?

“Yes, of course she does. I talk to her about you all the time.”

You furrowed your brows and turned back to look at Yūta. He had leant back, hands propped behind him against the grass, eyes closed. Black lashes rested against his pale, lightly freckled skin, and shadows of the cherry blossom danced softly over his features. He looked like an angel, you thought, or like the protagonist in some rom-com.

“You talk to her about me?” You hated how small your voice suddenly sounded.

“It’s not so strange, is it,” Yūta asked, his eyes still closed as he let the shadows slip over his face. “I have to talk to someone who won’t judge me. And Inumaki just keeps insisting I should finally confess to you. I can’t hear it anymore.”

You blinked, once, twice, wondering if Yūta was aware of what he had just said. And then you wondered if what he had just said meant what you think it meant.

“Confess what?”

The way Yūta tensed up revealed that he had not been aware of what he had just said. His eyes snapped open and quickly he sat up.

“I-”

The way he looked at you now, with widened eyes, and clearly insecure reminded you painfully much of the way he had looked at you in the first weeks of knowing you, always scared he had or was about to say something wrong, always worried you’d laugh at him, attack him, make fun of him or were out to hurt him.

“I- I didn’t…” His eyes kept skipping over your face as if the words he was supposed to reply with were writing in your features. After a few moments of stuttering around, he squeezed his eyes shut. “Confess that I like you,” he blurted out. “And have liked you for a long time. I didn’t want to tell you because I don’t want to put you in the weird position of rejecting someone who-”

“Yūta, Yūta!”

You interrupted the ramble he was picking up, instinctively bringing your hand up to his cheek. He still had his eyes closed, but instantly relaxed into your palm.

“Relax, it’s okay,” you assured him. “I like you, too.”

It took him a moment, but then the rest of the tension in his body fell away, and he blinked his eyes open.

“You do?”

The hope in his voice tucked at your heart and you nodded with a gentle smile.

“Yes, I do, you idiot. How couldn’t I?”

Yūta blinked at you, clearly surprised by your answer and uncertain what to do next. It took a few moments before the confused expression in his eyes melted away and was replaced by the joyous glimmer you loved seeing in his eyes so much.

“Then go out with me,” he demanded, a smile beginning to tuck at his lips, which turned into a proper grin as you nodded in agreement.

You were about to pull your hand away from his face, but he caught it in his, and keeping your eyes fixed on yours, he lifted your hand to his lips to place a delicate but lingering kiss on your knuckles, never breaking eye contact. The action drove heat into your cheeks, which only seemed to raise his confidence as he carefully lowered your hand and scooted closer to you.

“How about,” he leant in, his face right in front of yours now, “how about I take you out for dinner after this.”

You smiled at his suggestion and nodded. “I’d love that.”

“Perfect,” Yūta nodded to himself.

Then he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and gently pulled you backwards until you were laying in the grass, squeezed against him, looking up at the blue sky above you through the pink petals of the cherry tree. Suddenly he groaned, making you raise your eyebrows at him again even though you knew he couldn’t see it.

“What’s wrong?”

“Inumaki will be so pissed that he didn’t get to come up the ultimate confession-plan.”

@delzinrowe

[fuckyeahyutamaki]

[tetzoro]

herrwo aimsie, babie (ᐡɞ̴̶̷ ·̮ ɞ̴̶̷ᐡ) ! ! dropping m’ favie ‘moji -> 🎀 in ur inbox for u, sweetie, 'nd telling chu abt wat made me smiwle . . -> i recently paid a visit to m’ home country ‘n had da opportunity to reconnect wif family i haven't seen in years . . it was a truly wondrous experience 🥺 da memories of da trip will forever b stored 'nd treasured in m' heart . . ++ i saw a recent art of yūta of him noot being abl to tie a tie ‘n . . rllie, ૮ ᵒ̴̶̷ ᵕ ก̀ ྀིა wat cld make mi smile more than him ? !

[midnightshade]

Kenjaku has systematically destroyed each one of the modern special grades in one way of another (killing Yuki, sealing Gojo, taking Geto's body), I need him to either kill Yūta or fulfill Geto's original goal by stealing Rika from him to cripple his ability to use his CT.

After that, I need Gojo to lose his eye and be forced to retire afterward. I want him to live a long, happy life, but I need him to lose his powers to some degree.

I love both Yūta and Gojo, but I think it'd be more meaningful to the narrative if the last two special grades (of the original 4, anyway) who stand at the top of Jujutsu Society (specifically Gojo) are forever changed in some way

[yuukimiyas]

lil mini bookshelf & nendoroid haul!! ໒꒰ྀི∩˃ ᵕ ˂∩꒱ྀི১

[zuyoo]

s-hhh! yūta x afab!reader, ﹙외설﹚ drabble

CONTENT WARNING — college setting, mdni! pervy themes but nothing too major, smut omnomnom, unprotected sex, yay!!!

SYNOPSIS — wherein the classroom’s good boy, okkotsu yūta, finds out the quiet girl’s secret… your secret.

ZUYOO’S NOTES — i will EAT him, not proofread btw +++ click the “s” in the s-hhh! to see the masterlist !!!

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after the tutor session, yūta stood up and walked towards the door of your apartment, but was stopped by you when you quickly got a hold of his wrist. you looked at him in the eyes before patting the seat beside you, on your couch.

“how did you know?”

straight to the point, you asked him shamelessly. he knew about it anyways, what’s there to lose?

“well—”

he continued to explain. which only fueled your curiosity about him more. you were… curious? and not scared?

yūta has your life in his hands, if a word of the conversation you’re having right now was to get out, you’d be dead. rumors spread like wildfire, and once something is out—it won’t ever be stopped.

though that was the case, his brilliance only stirred your curiosity. you needed to know how and when he started getting that idea. you needed to know how much of a genius he actually was.

“i’ve never seen you wear non-branded clothes before. all of your stuff are from not-so-famous, yet luxurious brands. now that i think of it… did you purposely wear those to avoid getting the attention from our classmates knowing that they wouldn’t know the brand?”

“yeah…?”

“at first—i thought that your family was just filthy rich, but then you mentioned that you were an orphan, and is living alone. which immediately crossed out the possibility of you having generational wealth.”

“when you accidentally dropped your bag—your items were scattered, i noticed that most of them were also expensive makeup products. and for a labeled ‘typical nerd’, you had too much products in your bag even though you never seemed to use them… or at least, you don’t use them in places people expect you to use them in.

“it might seem like what people usually do when they’re tired of classes, but you always disappear from the classroom first. out of everyone, you are always the first person to leave. i thought that maybe you simply needed to deal with something, but it was so repetitive that it was no coincidence.”

“i was thinking about it on the way to your apartment, but took note regardless. it took us approximately 30 minutes to get here. with that being said…”

“i noticed that you hurry to leave on mondays, wednesdays, and fridays. you always leave before 7pm, and a 30 minute travel time that gets you home by 7:30pm, which makes me think that you have to attend something scheduled by, lets say… 8pm? could it also be the reason why you asked me to tutor you every tuesday and thursday?”

“i think the lights and cameras in your apartment only further strengthens my perceptions.”

you were completely awed. he truly was clever. however, he still haven’t mentioned how he got “nyx”. and that made you wonder even more. but it was about time you set the deal. he needed to keep his mouth shut. and you were willing to do everything.

“yūta.”

“…yeah?”

“what do you want?”

your question slightly startled him. are you asking him to shut up? hah.

“why do you ask?”

“don’t act stupid with me, you’ve seen right through me quite effortlessly, i don’t think that innocent act will work with me anymore.”

you remarked sarcastically, and he just chuckled. is this just a laughing matter for him?

“i only wanted to confirm my speculation. and to get your attention when you were dozing off while i was teaching you.”

he said nonchalantly, his face plastered with a small smile that makes you want to explode.

“there is no way, that that was the sole reason for dropping the bomb on me. come on yūta—what is it that you want that will keep your mouth shut?”

“oh but it is the sole reason for it… though now… are you suggesting something?”

he knows his way with words and it got you tongue-tied. you were staring at him as he stares at you. your eyes traced his facial expression, his features, the way his eyes glistened from the same ring light you use when you’re taking pictures of yourself to post in social media.

god! you hated academically inclined men. they are disgustingly hot.

a sequence of thoughts ran through your head before just saying…

“fuck it.”

you held his face with both your hands and guided them closer to yours, before connecting your lips with his.

you felt him tense under your touch, but eventually kissed you back with much more passion.

hah. he was waiting for it.

you poked his lips with your tongue, asking for permission to enter—he immediately let your tongues danced with each other. the whole scene only encouraged you to break the kiss to push him further onto the sofa, before getting on top of him and connecting your lips together once again.

you felt him subtly grind against you, which made you moan against the kiss. this was unexpected, completely unexpected. the quiet girl and the said saint of the class, moaning onto each other’s mouths as they grind against each other like bitches in heat. how ironic, really. but it only turned you on even more.

you couldn’t get enough, not when he looks so desperate and vulnerable under you.

“yūta… tell me what you want.”

you whispered onto his ears, the feeling of your breath making him shiver that he couldn’t bite a moan back.

and then it all started coming back to him.

“s-should we be doing this?”

he seemed hesitant in asking… could it be because there is something else on his mind? or… is it because he really wants this to happen? you really think it’s the latter. with the way he’s hands grip your waist as he’s bucking up into your heat, there’s no denying it.

“what is it that you want to happen, yūta? whatever shall i do for you to keep this dirty little secret of mine?”

you ask, fingers trailing his chin, down to his neck, to his chest, heaving breaths deeply.

“hah- i-im… uh-”

you smiled at his loss for words. it was quite a cute scene.

“use your words, baby.”

“uhhm… please- p-please get off.”

“is that what you want?”

he nods, frantically, his actions saying the absolute opposite.

“words.”

“y-yes! please. please…?”

“okay then.”

you pulled his hands away from your waist and stood up, without a second thought.

“w-wait you’re actually getting off?”

his eyes filled with desperation, staring at your figure fixing yourself up. you faced him and raised your eyebrows at him with a smirk on your face.

“isn’t that what you asked for? i’m obviously stopping if you told me to stop. i wouldn’t go that far. bummer, i was down to have sex if that was what’s gonna keep your mouth sealed.”

“…right.”

you chuckled at him, he looked like a cute puppy with his pout.

you extended your hand to help him get up, and when he grabbed a hold of you, he pulled you back to the couch—back on top him. his actions surprising you.

“then… we still could continue if i wanted… right?”

you simply gazed into his eyes while slowly nodding, legs wrapping around his waist for a comfortable position. before he chuckled and imitated you,

“use your words, baby.”

“the audacity?”

your eyebrows furrowed at him before hitting his chest playfully, your actions causing him to chuckle even more.

he kissed you on the forehead, then the cheeks, then your lips. he kisses hungrily, with burning passion. he kisses you like it would be the end of the world by tomorrow. and you were enjoying every single moment of it.

he quickly broke the kiss to remove both of his and your shirt, and then continued to trail his kisses down from your lips, to your neck, to every part of your chest.

“so… so pretty. you’re so pretty.”

he mumbles against your skin. nipples hardening on his palm as he plays with it with one hand while the other is being sucked and licked with his tongue. your moans echoing throughout your apartment.

you lightly pushed him off, signaling him to stop. in which he did, he tilted his head as if to ask why you did that

“let me do something for you. since you’ve been the one who’s been helping me. and now i’m asking you to keep a secret.”

you got off of him before trailing your fingers all the way to the pants he’s wearing—before pulling on them to remove them. an obvious outline of his hard on, visible.

your thumb tracing it, teasing him. you heard him whine before removing his cock from it’s confinement. surprising you with how tall it stood.

you looked into his eyes and saw how embarrassed he was. he really doesn’t have to try to be cute when he constantly looks like a wet chick.

you spat onto your hand before wrapping them around his cock, jerking him off quickly. yūta instantly flinches at the contact.

your hand was so soft, your saliva warm against his cock, you looked absolutely divine when you look up into his eyes like that—he couldn’t help but let a breathy moan out of his lips.

“h—ah. oh god.”

“i haven’t even done anything yet, yū—”

“-baby”

he interrupted.

“please c-call me… baby”

he was that pathetic, it’s adorable.

“okay, baby.”

you chuckled before kneeling before him, kissing the tip of his cock, licking it teasingly as your hand continued to jerk him off, before completing sinking his dick into your mouth.

you caressed his thigh, beckoning him to relax. and he did, breathing heavily. you started to bob your head along his cock and was pleasured with the sounds of his whimpers. you removed his cock from your mouth with a pop! to remind him that…

“i am willing to do anything, and i mean anything. for you to keep this between us. with that being said, don’t hesitate to use me as much as you want.”

his eyes were suddenly ignited with sparks, taking your words to heart, he will make use of you now that he’s been given permission.

he then helps you get onto the couch, laying you on your back and discarding your pants and underwear in the process.

“then may i assume that i can fuck you right this instant? you’ve been fucking yourself with your fingers enough.”

aligning his cock onto your entrance, before pushing himself in raw. a whimper leaving your lips from the sudden intrusion into your core.

“hah. its okay baby, i got you. relax for me, okay?”

“i’ve got you. come on, let me have this pretty pussy.”

yūta started at a slow, deep pace. savoring every moment with you. his left hand finding your right, while the other gropes your waist and chest.

“b-been waiting for… for this”

he grunts in between his thrusts. his voice, husky. touching you everywhere you need him to.

you let him continue taking control, savoring each moment of his domination, before taking that away in one quick move. pushing him onto his back, you straddled him. you felt his cock throb inside of you before smirking down at his now bright-blushed face.

“heyy… we should set a timer on who tops.”

“it won’t be called domination if you’re not gonna take it for yourself, baby. plus, i already told you that i wanna do something for you.”

words slip pass your lips so easily it made yūta feel embarrassed. you were so different minutes ago—before the tutoring session. in class, you were a whole different person.., and now you’re on top of him—riding him to oblivion, pleasuring both him and yourself.

he couldn’t help but moan with the way you grind into him, letting him reach the deepest parts of your core.

“mmh—so good. ahhm… [name]- please bounce on m-my cock.”

he nearly whimpers from the pleasure you’re giving him. your name smoothly rolled off his tongue, you quite literally submitted to his command.

lifting your hips up to his tip, only to slam yourself back down. the smell of sweat and sex along with the sound of both of your moans and constant faps filling the room.

he couldn’t help but get a hold of your waist to thrust up into your core—in sync with the way you bounced on his cock. your tits jiggling in the process.

you see his eyes trailing towards where you two are connected, and how lewd the sounds you two were making. you’ve never taken anyone as big as yūta—his cock just brushes into your cervix when he thrusts up into you, making you shiver in delight.

it didn’t take long for yūta to completely control the way you bounce on his cock, pace now more relentless than your pace. he was hungry for it and he does not hesitate in letting you know.

it felt heavenly, his cock pumping in and out of your sloppy cunt—scratching you in all the right places. your head tilted back, eyes rolling to the back of your skull, barely being able to hold back your moans.

he manhandled you so that you could lay on your stomach, your back facing him, before continuing to fuck you with eagerness.

skin slapping can be heard all across the room, you were sure that anyone within a 10 mile radius could hear you two fucking like bunnies if they listen close enough.

“can’t get eno—ugh.. of you…”

you attempted to press your face into the pillow to muffle your moans as you felt him ram into you faster. harder. but he didn’t let you.

yūta pulled you close to press his chest against your back as he thrusts into you, allowing him to reach deeper than he could before.

“yūta- ah! please. p-please!! i’m close, baby—”

“me too, baby. hah—you f-feel… so good.”

your head slotted against his neck as he hugged your figure close.

“i can—can do anything… right? anything i w-want hm?”

you only nod, fearing that if you attempted to talk—you’ll only be able to let out moans instead of words.

“yeah? i can?”

“want me to fill this pretty pussy up?”

“you’ll let me, right?”

his voice, just barely above a whisper. one of his hands make its way to your neck, slightly squeezing on it, urging you to answer him.

“yes- y-yes!! please. give it to.. mnnhg—!”

yūta thrusts rapidly, chasing his high—it didn’t last long for you to feel him paint your insides. his load felt warm, just squirting in your (still) throbbing pussy. he held you so that you’d be facing him as you both caught your breath.

he doesn’t pull out after another minute, keeping all his cum inside of your pretty cunt—and you took advantage of it.

you haven’t gotten a chance to reach your climax yet, so you were gonna take it now that you’ve got a chance to.

flipping him over so that you’d be on top of him again, your sudden movement catching him off guard.

you looked so damn beautiful on top of him that you felt his dick throb and harden inside you.

“w-wait—!! i just came-”

“so you want me to stop?”

he blushed profusely, looking away before shaking his head. you smiled at his answer, took a hold of his chin to make him face you, and leaned forward to kiss him.

you started grinding your hips against his, the sound of slick filling the room as you two devoured each other’s moans in between your kisses.

“o—hhmn, fuck.”

“shit- i’m g-going to lose my mind if you keep moving l—like that.”

yūta’s head thrown back, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed, which you attached your lips onto, making him buck into you from the contact.

his eyes were closed, breath heavy, cock throbbing, as you continued to ride him. not long has passed before his words turned into incoherent babbling. which you took as a sign to ride him faster, with more hunger.

“i know you lied… or at least you were partially telling me the truth.”

“so tell me now, yūta. how did you really find out that i used the name nyx?”

whispering against his flushed ears, the words easily rolled out of your tongue that you felt him buck into you once again.

“ha—h. i-i… uh…mnhh-”

you grabbed his hands and placed them onto your hips, signaling for him to set the pace as you questioned him.

“w-well. at first i was- hah… just suspicious. but there were coincidences where i j-just knew you were nyx.”

“that one time when i helped you pick y-your stuff up from the ground. i… i saw a peek of a tattoo—nngh… on your inner thighs.”

“and- and… l-like what i said earlier… the make up products. you use them t-to hh—hide your tattoos, right?”

“i swear i-i didnt mean to seee… and i didn’t get a full glimpse of it so i wasn’t sure. uhm… ngh- b-but my suspicions were right all along, you had the same tattoo as nyx…”

to your amusement, he brought up even more hypotheses regarding how he confirmed your identity. this only turned you on even more.

“but you haven’t explained how you knew i was nyx. where did you even get the name nyx?”

you sucked on his neck, shoulders, and collarbones, leaving purple marks on it as you questioned him further.

“aaahh- i’m close… imclose imcloseimclos—”

“don’t cum until you answer all my questions.”

“hah- but-!!”

you stilled your movements, causing him to whine. he looked at you apologetically,

“‘m sorry- i’ll answer your questions.. just please don’t edge me agai—nngh”

you smirked before going back to the same pace you had. he was completely fucked out. you asked him to continue explaining while continuing your unrelenting pace.

“i-i—!! i knew you b-because i’ve followed yo—ur account- hah. w-way before i even suspected that it www…was you-"

“awww… i’m our class’ good boy, yūta-san’s, favorite alter account on twitter? how sweet.”

"g-god… p-please keep moving like that—hah…!! feels… s’ goood. s’ good-”

“fuck- please- p-please let me cum—!!”

“inside. i want it inside- please, please- pleaseplease-”

you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him up so that he’d be sitting upright and you’d be able to lock your legs around his hips as you continued to fuck yourself on him.

“hah- so much for being the class’ saint.”

“go on, baby. give it to me. cum.”

“take it- take it.. take it takeittake—cumming- ‘m cumminggh..!!”

the feeling of him filling you up triggered your own high, the both of you climaxing at the same time. he hugged your tightly, keeping himself inside of you, as you caught your breaths.

“hah… i-i… ‘m a long time subscriber… when i started tutoring you, your voice was awfully familiar, but i couldn’t put a finger on it. and when we agreed to do tutoring in here, in your apartment- it seemed- felt… way too familiar as well.”

“as much as i tried to be professional and focus on tutoring you, i couldn’t help but not ignore it.”

“and then these coincidences keep happening that made my suspicions even more clearer.”

“i couldn’t tell if i was just delusional- but… i don’t regret finding out.”

he kissed the sides of your lips delicately. his confession made your cunt pulse, making him hiss from the overstimulation.

“gee… calm down, nyx. i already came twice.”

he jokes, making the two of you giggle.

“who knew you knew how to fuck hard… still, y’know- shhh! don’t tell anyone about this then i’ll consider doing it with you again.”

“and…let’s stay like this for a while.”

you said, the both of you now laying down on your couch, a blanket draped across your naked bodies as you two cuddled. your hand making it’s way to his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp, coaxing him to doze off. his hands on your back, caressing it softly as if you were as fragile as a glass.

“yeah… i’d like that.”

he then kissed your forehead one last time before falling asleep with you in his arms. finally.

his pov.

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[tesarions]

gege if anything happens to him i will be in your walls

[wynsnerdyrambles]

Happy 5 year anniversary to that time Okkotsu Yuta unlocked the power of love by making out with the monstrous spirit of his deceased childhood sweetheart; thereby saving the world!

[heavenfilm]

babes looks so tired RIP </3

then vs. now

[system-to-the-madness]

🌸桜 Sakura Festival 桜🌸

Cherry Blossom Confessions - Okkotsu Yūta

Cherry Blossom Study Date - Sugawara Kōshi

Cherry Blossom Fireworks - Itadori Yūji

Cherry Blossom Break-Ups - Dazai Osamu

Cherry Blossom Interventions - Fushiguro Megumi

Cherry Blossom Naps - Tomioka Giyū

Cherry Blossom Rests - Inumaki Toge

Cherry Blossom Walks - Nakahara Chūya

Cherry Blossom Comfort - Zuko

[fuckyeahyutamaki]

[kurooh]

HORNY BRAINROT ! — JUJUTSU KAISEN

⊹₊˚. bite sized brainrot about your favorite men <3

⟡ feat. aged up! gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, sukuna ryōmen, itadori yūji, fushiguro megumi, okkotsu yūta, fushiguro toji, kamo choso.

⟡ warnings: 18+ content (mdni), all characters are aged up to 21+, f! reader, weed/shotgunning, half proofread, filthy ass porn and a long post.

gojo’s adventurous and fun loving, so of course he takes you to a closed for the night pool in another city. once you two get inside the perimeter, you go skinny dipping together, which results in him bending you over the side and fucking you till there’s so much noise you almost get caught by security.

sexting with gojo whenever he’s off attending to matters in another city, sending him nudes or videos of you playing with your pussy in the middle of the day, or when he’s in his hotel at night. wanna see you cum too toru, you whimper in one of the videos of you fingering yourself, pretending your hands are his. once he hears your request, he’s sending you a video of him cumming all over his pelvis while whining your name.

after cooking dinner for you, geto bends you right over the counter and pulls your panties to the side before fucking you, apron on the floor. this way, the food can cool a little while he makes sure you’ll be extra full after dinner.

smoking a joint with geto, who blows smoke into your mouth during or between kisses. once your clothes are off, he’ll stick the joint between your lips and blow a little smoke over your wet pussy. then, he’ll eat you out until you’re crying, make you cum on his tongue again and again.

nanami can’t stop himself from getting hard when he sees you laying on your back, tits plump and in need of his cock between them. he shivers when you spit on his cock, and encourage him to fuck your tits as hard as he can, then shoot his cum into your mouth.

slow, relaxed cuddlefucking on mornings before work with nanami, to get his day started the right way. him nibbling at your neck, mumbling sweet nothings as he holds you close and grips your tits, or holds your leg open.

when you’re in a not so private place and he’s got his hand in your panties, sukuna calls you a slut and degrades you. and yet, he keeps fingering you, reminding you to be quiet lest anyone catch you.

a master of bondage, sukuna knows how to tie you up intricately, then force orgasm after orgasm from your puffy pussy. if you try to squirm away from the stimulation of either a toy, his mouth, his hands, or his cock, he’ll slap your pussy. then, he’ll remind you firmly that you’re not going anywhere until you’re shaking and sobbing.

casual handjobs with yūji on the couch; during one of his favorite movies, you reach over and pull his cock from his shorts, then jerk him off and continue to watch. when he’s about to cum, he’ll quickly guide your mouth to his tip so you can swallow it all.

messy sex with yūji — after giving you a creampie, he goes to eat you out and clean up his cum and your slick. he starts to lick your clit, while gripping your hips hard, keeping you against his face despite your squirming and cries of overstimulation. he’s the happiest man alive when you squirt all over his face!!

wearing a short little sundress while out on a date with megumi, flashing and teasing him all while telling him he can’t touch you just yet. after getting him hard one too many times, he leads you back to the car and fucks you with the sundress on in the backseat.

whenever you two shower together and you’re not too tired, megumi bends you over and fucks you while the water pours over the two of you like rain, dripping from your bodies. sometimes, he’ll use the detachable shower head on you while he’s fucking you.

yūta feels like he can’t breathe when he watches you ride him, entranced by every inch of your body and the way you move up and down on his cock so smoothly. he got a mirror and placed it near the bed, just so he could watch you ride from a different angle. or, he lays back and watches you suck his cock in the mirror.

even though he loves grinding and making out, yūta’s too sensitive and tends to cum in his pants while you’re grinding and kissing him. he always feels a little embarrassed, but forgets about it completely when you lift his cock out of his pants to suck.

being in a free use relationship with toji, who takes advantage of it to the fullest. you’ll be making coffee in the morning, and he hugs you from behind as his hands slide into your panties.

toji believes there’s no other way to fuck your face than besides doing it roughly. so, he’ll yank your hair hard and hold you in place as he plows into your throat with his big cock. he always laughs a little, smirking when you gag trying to take his whole length.

unsurprisingly, toji’s got the biggest fucking size kink. seeing you tear up on top of him as you desperately try to get the full length of his cock inside you has him fighting off the urges to cum right then and there. when he sees your smaller hands grasp his cock again, lowering yourself on his fat tip, he can’t help himself and slams you all the way down onto it.

even though choso’s infertile, he breeds your tight pussy and whines about how he wants to get you pregnant, while breathlessly praising the way you’re taking his cock so well. the second any of his cum starts to leak from your hole, he gathers it on his fingers and pushes it right back inside you.

choso’s too easy to rile up, but you love it — he always ends up throwing you around and having his way with you. he literally gets horny chasing you after you dodge an ass slap… anyway he loves to fuck you without a single care in the world, using all of your holes either mercilessly or desperately.

[heavenfilm]

i lovE THIS??? this is canon i won’t accept anything else 🤚

yuuta who likes his girlfriends a little mean. girls who will scoff and roll their pretty eyes at him for his attempts at keeping your attitude in check. girls who will spit venom and give him a challenge. girls who like to push his buttons to see how long it’ll take for their boyfriend, who has the patience of a saint, to finally snap.

but all yuuta can do for the moment is send a soft smile your way and gently press a chaste kiss on your forehead, “what am i ever gonna do with you?” he’ll ask rhetorically.

he likes when you push him around a bit just to ruff him up, y’know? his knees turn into jelly whenever you firmly grab onto his strong bicep and drag him in the direction you need him the most or when you tightly squeeze on the collar of his shirt just for him to trail behind you like a puppy with stumbling feet.

his sweet and calming nature has you almost regretting starting something you know you couldn’t finish, but yuuta isn’t one to mind, in fact, he encourages your behaviour just to get a kick out of it.

when an argument arises with another person and you’re clearly in the wrong, yuuta will be ten toes down to defend you whilst trying to defuse the situation at hand in a cordial manner. however, you can’t ignore the subtle pinches caused by him on your upper thigh meaning you’re in for an earful behind closed doors.

but just like any other human, yuuta has his limits. he can only tolerate your bratty attitude to a certain degree. once that line of patience finally withers away with your cheeks tightly squished together by his cold hand as he sends you a deathly glare that makes your heart skip a beat or two, you know you’ve ultimately worn him down.

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