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yuujisuku · 2 months

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Better Than Your Fantasies: a Yuuji smut fic!

tags: roommate au, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, oral sex, voyeurism, does this count as dubcon cus IDKKK eeep!!, breeding kink on readers end for sure, yuuji doesn't know how to pull out thank gosh ur on the pill, masturbation, yuuji needs to freaking learn how to knock but also hehe, aged up ofc!

wrote this for @yuujispinkhair cus we are married to yuuji HEHEEEEEE

While Yuuji is walking back home from getting some takeout for himself and his cute roommate, he sees a flyer for an upcoming Carnival event. The flyer says there will be fun games and prizes. Yuuji hopes to take you there. It'll be so fun for the both of you. He's been wanting to try those chocolate covered candy apples for a while now. He imagines how fun it'll be to see your tiny mouth attempt to devour that apple in whole.

He takes one of the flyers as he's walking back home. Once he's walking up the steps to your apartment he grabs his house key while sporting the takeout bag on his arm and opens the apartment door.

It's quiet except for your dog and cat cuddling and snoring on your couch in the living room. He can hear the filter running from your fish tank as well, but you are nowhere to be found. Where is his cute roommate?

You must be in your room. He leaves the takeout on the kitchen counter and heads over to you. There are no sounds coming from the door, so perhaps you were taking a nap from working your 4 hour shift.

Once he opens the door, the sight he sees isn't what he was expecting. You were sprawled out on the bed, completely naked. Your eyes are closed and your legs are spread, with your vibrator wand between your legs, stimulating your pretty puffy clit. Your thighs were glistening with your pussy juices and you were singing the cutest whimpers while your pussy was leaking from your arousal.

Yuuji should have knocked. Now he just feels like a pervert. He's just standing there while there's now a very visible tent in his pants and his cock is straining inside it. He should leave and give you some privacy to do your business but he just can't move. He just stays there, watching you pleasure yourself with your vibrator. You circle the head of your clit with it and he can see that your thighs are twitching from the pleasuring sensation. You bite your lip as you move the wand down to your puckering hole and slide the vibrator inside and out. You whimper from how good it feels when you play with your pussy hole. Yuuji can't contain himself anymore, but he doesn't want to take advantage of you.

You guys are friends. He should just leave now so he doesn't make you hate him forever. If you noticed him there it could end everything. He can't imagine what it would be like to lose you. He can't lose you. You are everything he's ever wanted.

He doesn't know how he finds the strength to move his legs but he does. His rock hard cock feels painful in his skinny jeans, but he'll just go back to his room to take care of it.

“Yuuji! O-oh- Yuu…Aaaaah!”

He whips his head around. This cannot be happening. He curses himself for not leaving sooner. Have you realized he was there all along?

But the thing is you haven't. You're still laying there, cumming all over the vibrator that Yuuji wishes was his cock. You're sucking in the lower half of your stomach as cum drips from your pussy. Your mouth forms a cute O-shape as you orgasm, screaming Yuuji's name.

Oh God, does this mean you were thinking of him the whole time while you were pleasuring yourself? This can't be real. Yuuji just tells himself he's dreaming and this is all just in his imagination. You don't want him as badly, that can't just be true.

You're panting when you open your eyes. When you see Yuuji you let out a shriek. You were not expecting him to be home right now.

You were a blubbering mess. You wanted to say something but your mouth would open and close and nothing would come out. Should you apologize? But Yuuji is just standing there, watching you with lust-filled hooded eyes. It's not like it's your fault he doesn't know the definition of privacy.

Yuuji begins to walk over to your bed, not saying a word. Your heart is beating way too fast inside your chest, and you're scared but excited. He begins to crawl over you once he reaches the bed. You quickly shut your thighs but he spreads them again, not wanting you to hide from him.

He hums as he observes your creamy pussy hole. Your clit is still hard and puffy from stimulating it for so long. Yuuji bends down to taste the dried cum from your pussy. You cry out from the sensation from his tongue as it laps up the cum from your orgasm.

You can't believe this is real and it's way better than in your fantasies. You reach over to watch Yuuji's head bury itself in between your thighs. He circles his tongue around your enlarged clit and the sensation almost feels too much after your previous orgasm. The way Yuuji flicks his tongue across your clit and then devours your hole with his tongue is way better than your stupid vibrator. Yuuji's tongue is making harsher strokes against your pussy, making out with your clit and hole. He loves the taste of your cum mixed with your wetness.

Yuuji lifts his head for a moment, and you can see your glistening juices coat his mouth.

“Tell me about your fantasy, baby. Were you thinking about me fucking your pussy with my mouth?”

So dirty that it turns you on. That's what you want. You want Yuuji to devour you as if you're his last meal and not stop even if you can't take it anymore.

“i-i was thinking about how I want your cock and your mouth and how I want you to fuck me so hard I pass out- Wait! Yuuji, please!”

Yuuji dives back in to eat your pussy and groans at how fucking beautiful those words sound. He's just happy his best friend who became his roommate has been lusting after him and the only way she knew how to satiate that was to use a pathetic vibrator to pleasure herself instead of his mouth and his cock as it should be.

Yuuji goes back to sucking your clit vigorously and using his fingers to fuck your pussy hole. He curves his fingers upwards to massage your G-spot, wanting so badly to make his beautiful woman come on his mouth.

You ride Yuuji's mouth and fingers, grinding your hips on his tongue and throwing your head back to moan from the seering pleasure. You're moaning so loud the neighbors might as well hear how good Yuuji is fucking you right now.

“Fuck, Yuu! I'm so fucking close!” You cry out as you ride his face. You fall back against the bed as Yuuji grips your thighs and buries his face against your pussy.

Your lower stomach sucks inward while Yuuji laps up the cum dripping from your hole. You taste so good that he doesn't want to even pull his head away, but he has no other choice than to give you his cock right now.

“God that was fucking amazing, Yuu!” You smile as he chuckles and reaches up to kiss your puffy red lips that are swollen from you biting them to sniffle your moans.

“You don't know how long I've wanted to do that.” Yuuji whispers against your lips. You love the taste of your wetness coating his mouth as you move your lips against his. They feel so soft. You moan as you feel his tongue play with yours.

You hear Yuuji pull his zipper down and pull his boxers down as he frees his cock.

Yuuji locks your thighs with his hands and bends them over your head as he rubs his cock over your pussy lips. You turn your head to get a good look at his cock and holy shit! It's massive. You don't even think it's going to fit. It's such a pretty cock, girthy with a pretty pink head.

Yuuji pushes his hips as your walls envelope his cock, groaning at the sensation of your gummy walls gripping his shaft. You're so tight, and so wet. It's not even painful because your pussy is made for him. You're stomach flutters at the sensation of how Yuuji looks so fucking pretty looking down at your pussy with so much desire in his gaze.

After Yuuji gets used to the feeling he begins to thrust inside you. He begins to pound inside you, snapping his hips and fucking you with so much passion, like he's been waiting for centuries for this. You cry out from how his cock is hitting all your spots inside you. You're glad Yuuji isn't trying to be soft with you because you want him to ruin you. You want him to stretch your pussy so wide that your pussy is shaped to only fit his cock.

“Ah, fuck! You're taking my cock so well, baby! Fuck! I love you, baby! I love you so fucking much!” Yuuji shouts as he bends over his chest so that your breasts are pressed against his pecs. You grip his hair as his hips are slamming against yours.

This position is deliciously good. You love how his cock is stroking your spots so deliciously deep. Your baby is taking care of you and fucking you so good that you feel like you're close.

You want him to cum inside you and fill your walls up with his creamy white cum.

You love this. You love that Yuuji's taking care of you but you wish you didn't have to wait so long to feel his cock fill you up and stretch your walls as he pounds inside you. You're just grateful you can have this now and for so many other days to come as well.

“Ah, fuck!! Yuuji I'm cumming, baby!!”

“Cum for me, baby! Cum all over my cock!” Yuuji presses his forehead against yours and you see not just lust but adoration in his eyes. He loves you, you can tell by how he's looking at you, like you hold the stars in his sky.

Yuuji comes not long after. He doesn't pull out. He releases inside your walls and you feel his cum spurt inside your womb. It almost feels like it goes on for too long, but you love how warm it feels as he releases inside of you. You're glad you're on the pill, so it's not like you'll get pregnant if you're careful.

As Yuuji's thrusts slow down, you feel him press a kiss to your forehead and smile against it. Yuuji laughs as he here's your stomach growl, and he's glad he's brought takeout because now you guys can enjoy the food together. Yuuji gets up to get a wet towel from your bathroom to clean you up.

“That was amazing. I love you, Yuu!” You smile as he laughs and kisses your cheek.

He takes off his shirt and puts it over you. He puts his boxers back on and takes you in his arms back to the kitchen so you can both enjoy your food.

He can't wait to take his new girlfriend to that Carnival event later, he reminds himself.

#might just dedicate all my yuuji fics to winter atp #yuuji x reader #itadori yuuji x reader #itadori yuuji x y/n #itadori yuuji x you #yuuji itadori x you #yuuji itadori x reader #yuuji itadori x y/n #I wish I could write longer fics WHY AM I SO BAD AT THAT LIKE #yuuji smut #yuuji itadori smut #yuuji itadori x reader smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader smut

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madaqueue · 1 month

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Practice Makes Perfect | Chapter 1

synopsis: you and yuji have been best friends basically as long as you can remember, and you made a promise to each other to stay friends and help each other be the best versions of yourselves for your future partners. but will things change when yuji finally starts looking for a relationship?

pairing: yuji itadori (18+) x f!reader

themes/content: modern college au (characters aged up to 18+). fluff, angst, language. kissing, mention of over-clothes grinding. 18+, MDNI

word count: 2.3k

a/n: baby's first multi-chapter fic, please be nice or i'll cry :) thx. also this will eventually get more intense, but we're starting light teehee

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You and Yuji Itadori have been friends your whole lives. You remember the day you first met on the playground in elementary school where you both insisted on racing each other to decide who got to use the tire swing first, and when you came in a dead tie you both refused to concede and ended up sitting on the swing together for the rest of recess. You stayed close as you grew up, often having sleepovers at each other's houses every weekend and spending almost every day together in and outside of school.

On one of these sleepovers while you were both sophomores in high school, you got around to discussing your first kisses and realized neither of you had had yours yet. You both agreed it wouldn't be weird to kiss each other and went for it; the only problem was that it was awful. From that day forward you both vowed to stay friends, but help each other practice all that romance stuff for whenever either of you wanted to actually date someone.

It was a miracle when you both ended up getting accepted to the same college, since one of you (*cough* Yuji) definitely slacked off a little more in high school, but you were so excited to get to spend the next four years with him.

The first semester of college went by quickly and you didn’t get to see each other too often since you came in as an engineering major and he was slowly working his way through business classes. Even though you hadn’t spent as much time together, you’d still get texts from him every few days with some stupid meal concoction he’d made in his dorm kitchen and you’d send each other TikToks that made you laugh. You let yourself fall into a rhythm between classes, homework, and exams, until one Wednesday evening you get an unexpected notification lighting up your phone:

Yuji: “heyy, come over? got a question to ask you”

The message sent butterflies through your stomach for some reason; you two hadn’t seen each other for a few weeks, and his text was much more direct than you expected. Your fingers hover over the keyboard as you think of how to respond.

You: “okayy, be over in 5. should I bring anything?”

His response almost immediately appears under yours:

Yuji: “just yourself, sweets ;)”

The nickname caught you a bit off guard and you questioned what to say next before another text came up:

Yuji: “sorry, don’t know why I said that lmao. see you soon :)”

You sigh and lock your phone, setting it down on the bed beside you before standing up and sliding your shoes, tossing on a sweatshirt on top of your leggings and cropped t-shirt before heading out.

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You stand outside his dorm, looking at the “Yuji” name sign made out of construction paper taped to his door. Below it was a mini whiteboard he had put up that had some less-than-tasteful drawings and the note “Itadori + Fushiguro” written on it surrounded by hearts. You rolled your eyes as you knocked, the door immediately swinging open as you were greeted by the pink-haired boy wearing his standard red hoodie and jeans combo, looking down on you with a huge grin on his face.

“Welcome, welcome!” he said with a smile, ushering you inside. You looked around and realized you had never actually been in his dorm before - whenever you hung out last semester it was always at cafes, the library, or a party, but never in either of your rooms. You look around and appreciate that he actually managed to make the small space kind of nice. You smirk at the dark blue bedding on his twin size mattress and pinup posters adorning his walls as the LEDs lining the room cast a blue glow across everything.

“You like it?” Yuji asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“It’s very…hmm…how do I say this…you,” you say with a smirk.

He giggles as he flops down on the bed. “Well, you did always know me well.”

You kick off your shoes and sit down onto the bed next to him. “So, what’d you have to ask me?” you question as you turn to face him.

“Right!” he exclaims, hopping off the bed to stand in front of you. “Remember when we were younger and we promised to help each other practice all the romance stuff so we’d be ready for when we get in a real relationship?” You nod as he continues. “Well, I think I might finally be ready to kick things off, and I sorta need your help with the whole practice thing.”

You freeze. This was the last thing on your mind when you came over. You hadn’t even seen Yuji in almost a month, and this is the first thing he says to you? How could he even remember that stupid deal you had made after your horrible first kiss with each other?

Your thoughts suddenly come to a halt as you realize what this might mean. “Wait,” you start, looking up at him from the bed, “does this mean you have a crush on someone?”

Yuji’s face turns red as he breaks eye contact and looks down at the ground, one arm reaching up behind his head to scratch his undercut. “Um, kinda, I think so,” he says as he grins sheepishly. “There’s a girl in one of my classes, and we’ve hung out a few times for this group project, and-“

“And you want my help making sure you know what you’re doing, right?” you cut him off. He looks back up at you, cheeks still red, and nods slightly. “Wait,” you think out loud, “does that mean you haven’t kissed anyone since then?”

His face flushes again and his eyes shoot back to the ground as he mumbles “No.”

You chuckle softly as you get up to meet him in the middle of the room, throwing your arms around his neck and tilting his chin so you’re making eye contact. You’re not sure where the sudden confidence comes from, but it just feels natural for you in that moment. In all honesty, you actually hadn’t kissed anyone since then either - you just hadn’t seen the need - but Yuji doesn’t need to know that. You gaze into his soft brown eyes as he nervously bites his lip, waiting for your response to his confession.

“Don’t worry Yu, that’s okay,” you whisper, your lips nearly grazing his, “we can practice together.”

Yuji nearly squeals with excitement, dissipating any tension or romance that was building between you two. “Yay! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” he exclaims as he wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you up in the air and spinning you around. He sets you down but his hands don’t leave your hips as he looks down at you expectantly. “Okay, where do we start?” he practically beams down at you.

You pause to think for a moment before responding. “Well, we should probably figure out where you’re starting so we can work on what actually needs to be improved.”

“Works for me!” he says, picking you up again with ease as he walks towards his bed. Your legs wrap around his waist for stability as he sits down with his back against the headboard and you in his lap. The position also gave you butterflies for some reason, which was odd since the two of you used to sit like this all the time - you in Yuji’s lap during car rides when there wasn’t enough space, your head laying across his chest while you watched movies, or even his head resting on your stomach while you tried to braid his hair. But for some reason, this time felt different, maybe because you knew what was about to happen.

“Ready?” he asked with a smile. You nod, trying to mentally prepare yourself for what you expect is going to be a repeat of your last horrible kiss. “Okay, let’s do this,” Yuji says with a soft sigh, still smiling, and you try not to laugh at his lack of seriousness about the whole situation. But before you can react, his hand reaches up to your cheek and his eyes flutter closed as he leans towards you. You let your eyes shut as his soft lips press against yours. He holds himself there for a moment before beginning to gently suck on your bottom lip. The unexpected action causes you to open your mouth slightly in surprise, and he takes the opportunity to gently slide his tongue between your lips. Your tongues meet as he gently explores your mouth with his. His hand moves from your cheek to the back of your neck, holding you close to him. At the same time, one of your hands slides up from his hips to the back of his hair and you run your fingers over the softness of his freshly-trimmed undercut.

You start to feel yourself get lightheaded as the kiss gets sloppier and Yuji shows no sign of letting up. You begin to pull yourself away to catch your breath but just as you feel the air hit your lungs he uses the hand on your neck to gently push you back towards his slightly parted lips. It’s almost as if he couldn’t stand to spend a second separated from you and you willingly lean back in as he gets more eager, his tongue effortlessly slipping back into your mouth. The action elicits a soft moan from you, and you feel heat building between your legs. Your hips almost start grinding against the boy beneath you before you remember who it is - your best friend. You open your eyes suddenly and pull away from the kiss, Yuji loosening his hold on the back of your neck as a thin thread of your shared saliva temporarily connects your lips. You are met with those sweet, brown eyes, his cheeks flushed and lips pink from the intense kiss you suddenly pulled him away from.

As your brain clears, the first thing you’re able to say to him is “What the hell?”

“What, was it alright?” he hums back through a smile.

“That was m-more than alright, there’s no way that’s only your second time ever doing that!” you stutter, trying to get the words out.

He shrugs, “What can I say? Sometimes I’m just a natural.”

You start to sit up more and lean back off his lap, when there’s a sudden noise at the door. “Dude c’mon, hop on Discord, we’re gonna play some ranked matches.” The door handle turns as the sentence finishes, and in steps a man dressed in all black with his short black hair fanning out in every direction. He takes in the scene in front of him with you and Yuji sitting on the bed and he immediately covers his eyes with his hands. “S-shit, I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t know you had someone over and I-“ he stutters as you watch his ears turn red from embarrassment.

“No need to apologize my dear friend!” Yuji proclaims as he hops off the bed, clearly no longer thinking about the intense moment you two just shared. He turns to you while gesturing towards the clearly distressed man in the doorway. “This is Fushiguro!” he yells, almost too loudly, with a smile plastered on his face.

Once the man in the door realizes that Yuji has no plans to provide any more information, he removes his hands from his eyes and politely waves at you from across the room. “Um, hi. Yeah, I’m Megumi Fushiguro, but you can just call me Megumi. I live across the hall from Yuji,” he explains, pointing over his shoulder at the door to his room.

You introduce yourself and give a little wave back. “Oh, wait a minute, you’re the Fushiguro that’s on Yuji’s sign on his door, right?” you say with a little laugh, remembering the whiteboard you saw on your way in.

“That's the one! Isn’t he charming?” Yuji sing-speaks as he practically skips towards Megumi.

The boy in black seems less than impressed with the situation and rolls his eyes. “Yep, that’s me. Again though, you can call me Megumi. I don’t know why Yuji insists on calling me by my last name, I mean we’re basically the same age-”

“Because I just loooooove your name!” Yuji exclaims, now standing next to Megumi and batting his eyelashes dramatically at him. Megumi responds by holding a hand out to his side and gently shoving Yuji, who dramatically pretends to slide down against the wall with a pout.

“Anyways, I was gonna play some video games, but if you guys are busy we can do it another night,” Megumi explains.

“Nah don’t worry, I should probably head home anyways and make some dinner, I’ll leave you boys to it,” you say as you stand up to put your sweatshirt back on, trying to ignore the pulsing between your legs.

Still sitting on the ground, Yuji chimes in, “Aww, you don’t want me to make you dinner here?”

“I don’t think I want to eat the things you make if they’re anything like the meals you’ve been sending me over the past semester,” you preempt.

“Oh man, he’s shown you those too?” Megumi responds with a smirk as he reaches a hand out to help Yuji off the floor.

Yuji stands up proudly, stating “You guys just don’t understand my culinary genius.”

“I wouldn’t call a strawberry Poptart with cheese on it ‘culinary genius,’” you say with a chuckle as a pout returns to Yuji’s face. You put your shoes on and slide past the boys in the doorway. “Anyways, goodnight Yuji, and it was nice to meet you Megumi!” you wave back at them from the hallway.

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When you get back to your dorm, you’re finally able to process the events that just took place. All you’re left with is more questions.

When did he learn how to kiss like that? How did he learn how to kiss like that? And why do you want more of it so badly?

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bebe-writes-stuff · 3 months

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JJK oneshots for a couple days because I'm working on a full fic but I need to quench yalls thirst in the meantime. (Yuji)

"Yuji."

No answer.

"Yuujii."

Still. No answer.

"Bitch. Answer me."

His vacant stare abruptly snapped back into focus, as if returning from a distant reverie. Suddenly pouting at your insult,

"What was that for?" He muttered childishly.

"Well, did you just call me into your room IN THE MIDDLE OF NIGHT just to stare at me or do you have something to tell me. And it better be important, I wanted to sleep." Your tone conveyed a mix of irritation and tiredness.

He cleared his throat and sat up, "Y-yeah actually, I wanted to tell you something. It's kind of embarrassing."

"Oh. Are you talking about that time you accidently ripped your pants when we were fighting that curse at the mall?" You said in an unserious, silly tone.

"DEFINITELY NO, and you promised to never bring that up again!" He blushed and shouted.

Unable to contain your laughter, which echoed with a lighthearted and warm tone. Your eyes sparkled with amusement as you observed your blushing friend, whose cheeks were adorned with a rosy hue.

"Y/n, I like you."

The atmosphere fell into a hushed silence, and you fell quiet.

"W-what?" a sudden wave of surprise and embarrassment washed over you, the unexpected confession had caught you off guard.

Even Yuji seemed a little stunned by his boldness, maybe it was your laughter that encouraged him and made him reach out and cupping both of your hands into his, looking you straight in the eyes as he continued,

"Y/n, I've really enjoyed our time together. You mean a lot to me, seriously, and I can't keep it to myself any longer—I have a crush on you-" Despite the risk of rejection, Yuji could no longer contain himself, it was like a load had been lifted off his shoulders. In this moment, Yuji was ready to spill his heart for you.

"Yuji, damnit, just shut up." Unable to hold back the overwhelming affection any longer, suddenly reaching out and tenderly placed a kiss on the other's lips. The kiss served as a silent agreement, a sweet punctuation mark to your shared feelings.

Before you could pull back, Yuji's hands shot out pulling you in closer, his hand tangled in your hair as he deepened the kiss, further showing his need for you. Earning a small whimper from you as he tugged on your hair firmly, keeping you in his embrace. Suddenly before you could grasp, Yuji was pushing you back until you were laying on his bed trapped under him while gasping for air. On top of you, pinning you to the bed, Yuji was in the grip of desire, aflame with passion, yearning for you. A heat lingering in his gaze.

"God, fuck. You know, I didn't think you had it in you to take the lead." You teased.

"C'mon Yuji, show me your love and lust."

Part 2?? Also should I do Megumi or Yuta next?

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illogicallyx · 8 months

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𝗠𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲

pairing: yuji itadori x fem!reader

content: in which you and yuji go on a impromptu movie date.

a/n: please listen to summertime in paris by WILLOW for the accurate vibes of this fic xoxo.

literally fought with major writer's block so ignore any grammatical errors my proof reader is too busy snoring :( will come back to fix whatever's weird when she wakes up.

also THIS FOR YOU BAE!! <3 @affogetou

"who's gonna go watch earthworm man 4 with me?"

the question has just barely rose in the air when its met with immediate rejection.

rejection in the form of both his friends turning away from him with their own respective excuses.

"im going back to the dorms" megumi turns around first, already dialing ijichi's phone number while walking away.

"i am gonna go shopping." nobara turns to the staircase that lead to the shopping plaza and races up to get away from him as soon as possible.

and just like that, they run away from him. traitors!

yuji places his hands at his hips and pouts at their blatant refusal to watch the movie with him before it hits him - he has you, the realisation has him blushing and smiling, his beautiful girlfriend.

yes! she'd definitely watch it with me. he thinks to himself before pulling out his phone and walks towards the cinema. a lovesick smile already forming on his face when he opens the messaging app and finds your contact on top.

as he's typing up the text to send you, his peripheral vision catches the sight of a flower shop, his smile widens.

[♡]

you were on your way to the dorms after getting rid of a curse when your music stops and your phone buzzes in your lap indicating you got a message.

you look away from the window of the car to pick up your phone. your heart skips a beat in happiness when you see its yuji, quickly you send a reply back.

yuji <3: babyyyyyyyyy >:(

you: hi babyyyy <333 what's with the sad face?

yuji <3: nobara and megumi won't watch earthworm man 4 with me >:((

you: oh no :( those traitors!!

yuji <3: EXACTLY WHAT I THOT TOO!!

yuji <3: and then i thought that if they wont go ITS FINE. my sweet girl will, right?

you: ...

yuji <3: BABY!!

you: OKAY OKAY

you: where are u rn? send the location

yuji sends you the location, and you tell nitta to turn around and head to the shopping plaza in the opposite direction.

you get out of the car after reaching the place and the first thing you see is yuji tumbling towards you with a bouquet of flowers. the sight brings out the biggest smile on your face upon seeing the boy.

when yuji reaches you, he quickly gets down on one of his knee with his head bowed and the hand holding the flowers raised high - peonies and daisies, towards you "these are for you, my lady" he says dramatically although you assume the heavy breathing is from his run. you laugh out loud at his antics, taking the flowers from him "why thank you, handsome" you reply back while curtsying, returning the same energy in your theatrics.

you smell the flowers with a smile on your face while you watch yuji get up to his full height, his smile mirroring yours. you create distance between you and the flowers when he reaches to you to hold you in an embrace, both of you swaying side to side.

"thank you for agreeing to this" he says after releasing you from the hug, his eyes shining in adoration at your smile.

you nod "anything for my handsome boyfriend" and stand on your tip toes to place a kiss on his cheek, laughing at the way his eyes widen before they crinkle when he laughs at his own surprise along with you.

"lets go! the movie will start soon and we need to get snacks before it does!" he says turning towards the cinema with your hand in his.

he explains the basic knowledge about the movie to you so you aren't left confused during it while you both wait in line for the snacks and you smile to yourself, proud of yourself for sucking up to watch the movie you have no interest in.

if watching that worm movie with you is what gets him happy enough to literally jog towards the auditorium with you in tow, then you will gladly suck it up everytime.

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nc-vb · 8 months

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𝐍𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐢𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞; 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

y'all can thank @yuujispinkhair for this one... 🫶🏻💕 and the very, very graphic dream i had about yuuji the other night. hm.

pairing -> yuuji itadori x fem!reader

warnings -> 18+ (mdni), mentions/description of blood & allusion to death (reader is a sorcerer); cunnilingus & masturbation (m); sex as a cure-all (duh). not beta'ed.

wc -> 2.1k

Like some blessing from some unknown god, Yuuji Itadori ends up being home before you. And, if it weren’t already obvious, this isn’t something that happens often.

If it isn’t his actual job holding him back, then it’s either a distraction of some kind (typically a courtesy of his former sensei) or a previous engagement he’s made with Megumi, Todo, or Chōsō. Usually, this made you, as the one who’d insisted on a strict schedule for your availability as a means to preserve your sanity within the jujutsu world (or what was left of it, anyhow), the first one home. The first one to bathe, the first one into their pajamas, the first one to start dinner. It’s only perhaps once or twice per month that you’d find him waiting for your return, already cleaned up from the day and with something tantalizing wafting your way from the stovetop.

Positively drained, you’d entered your shared apartment with your eyes blurred and half-open, not even registering that it’d already been unlocked, or that there were sounds coming from the inside. For all you knew, it could’ve been a burglar (not that they would’ve stood a chance, anyway— still, having a little self-preservation is an advisable forethought for next time, you’d later remind yourself), but in looking down to toe your shoes off, you spot a pair of dark red sneakers to the left of the door.

The breath that leaves you is heavy, loud, and dances between sounding like relief and sounding like you’re about to cry.

Yuuji, who’d been using the blender with his back facing the door, had yet to notice you’d finally come home. Late, he realizes, having looked to the stove clock and finding it to be almost twenty minutes past your usual return time. He’d never questioned your capabilities, not once, but you’d never been this late home without sending him a text or calling him first. And his phone’s been on the counter this whole time— not a ding or a buzz or a light up of the screen to indicate that you’d tried to contact him, not once.

Swallowing harshly, he switches off the blender, the red sauce inside swirling to a sudden stop, and reaches out for it. Before he can grab it, however, you’d grabbed onto the bottom of his sweater from behind, tugging him back a pace. With a yelp, he turns on the spot, eyes wide and searching when they meet your watering ones.

“Oh, you’re back,” he says, exhaling sharply. Instantly, his arms rise and wrap tightly around you, and weakly, you’d raised yours to do the same, curling around his middle and practically collapsing into him. “Hm, you feelin’ okay?”

“… bad day,” you mumble into him. Pressing a kiss against into your cheek, he gently forces the two of you apart, holding you at arms’ length to look you up and down.

“You didn’t get hurt, right?” You shake your head, but Yuuji holds up your one arm by your wrist, gaze zeroing in on a colourful blotch on your white button-up. “Wait, is that blood?”

When your eyes begin to water more rapidly than they had before, you blink quickly to rid yourself of them, instead looking in the opposite direction of it.

“… it’s not mine.” Yuuji lowers your arm again, smoothing a hand down it from shoulder to elbow before collecting you into him again.

“Sorry,” he says softly. Your lips curdle against each other, and you nod, probably more times than necessary, but Yuuji doesn’t make notice of it. “I’m making dinner; some Italian dish Kugisaki showed me a picture of yesterday. You hungry?”

You can only bring yourself to shrug, and mentally curse your sudden flip to using non-verbal responses.

“Wanna take a bath first? It won’t be ready for a bit.”

You don’t tell him that you’d already showered when you stopped by the college, instead shaking your head that you burrow further into his chest. There’d been a lot more blood on you than what he’d found on the shirt you’d borrowed; you very well couldn’t walk through the city looking like the main character of that horror film Yuuji’d watched a few weeks back, but it looks like you might’ve missed a spot somehow.

He hums, sounding thoughtful.

“Step on my feet for a sec,” he tells you after a moment. You look to him in confusion, but he only nods his head in encouragement, grinning softly. Not wanting to hurt him (something he finds cute, because you could never), you tread lightly on him, holding onto his forearms for balance while you steady yourself. “Put your arms around me and hold on tight, okay?”

You nod, and do.

In turn, he tries hard not to jostle you when he takes the blender and pours the contents into a saucepan, and turns the burner on low heat.

Yuuji’s idea had been ingenious— killing two birds with a single stone, he could get dinner done and keep comforting you this way. With the last of the prep done and needing a good fifteen to a half an hour to simmer, he could focus on taking care of you again.

There’d been so many times that your presence proved a healing one, especially on the days and for the times that a mission had gone oh, so wrong; yours was the only one that could begin healing him. Your love came off in waves, it radiated like heat and shined like the brightest, most northern star that it couldn’t be missed or ignored. In the beginning, Yuuji didn’t want to burden you with his anguish, with his trauma— he’d been content in giving that sort of care to you when he could. But you’d insisted.

How’s it fair to take but not give? you’d gone and reasoned with him. Our pain and sadness, i-it’s not something to be graded or compared. I love you too much to ever let you suffer it alone.

And with how he’d slept the rest of the evening with you, tucked into your chest and bundled up and in your arms, warm and safe, how could he try and refuse you ever again?

Despite the seriousness of the trauma you’d faced today, Yuuji stills finds your position amusing, holding onto him like a koala on a tree, and only freeing you from it after a moment of respite in hobbling through the kitchen with you. A sharp noise escapes you when he sweeps you up into his arms, having had to tear your arms away from him first.

“Where are we going?” you ask him.

“To get you out of these clothes and into bed— we’re eating in here tonight.” Yuuji knocks open the door to the bedroom, quickly crossing the floor to set you down on the edge of the mattress before trotting over to his closet.

“… we’re gonna get the sheets messy again.”

“So, we get the sheets messy again. Then we’ll just have to clean them up again, right?”

From off one of the far hangers, Yuuji pulls off a thick, dark green sweater— it’s one of your favourites that he wears, mainly because of the small, embroidered turtle etched over the heart of it. He’s made sure to wear it often for you, his scent now buried deep into the fabric; he’d been saving it for just such an occasion.

“Armies up,” he says after undoing the top three buttons of your blouse— he’s glad the babying word manages to pull a chuckle out of you, even a shake of your head as you lift your “armies” above it. Yuuji pulls the shirt off of you, sniggering when the collar manages to catch around your forehead; with a tug or two, you are freed and left sitting topless, but it leaves you ruffled, and Yuuji’s face rosy.

He can’t help but to bend over and kiss you. Obviously, you’d been waiting for him to finish dressing you, but it was too much to see you sitting there and not collect at least one kiss.

Or seven, he thinks as your lips part for him. Instead, he smiles against them, ending his onslaught with a peck to your nose.

“Let’s get you dressed.”

You huff, somewhat petulantly. “Mm.”

Yuuji pulls the sweater over your head (where it pops out, almost like the turtle sewn into it), and threads your hands to the ends of the sleeves. His hands slide along your waist on his way of pulling it down past it; you shiver, hands searching for his to stop him.

“Yuu,” you murmur.

“Yeah,” he whispers back.

“Don’t go and do something like this when… when you’d just stopped me from kissing you…”

“Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.”

“… I wasn’t asking you to.”

He pauses. “… you gotta rest, y’know.”

“I know.”

“… dinner’s gonna have to be checked on soon.”

“Mhm. That’s fine.”

“______…”

You lift your hips up and slide off your slacks— you don’t touch the shorts sitting to the left of you. Yuuji dares to look down, only to find you bare naked from the hips down; you’d discarded your undergarments after the mission, too far gone to want to keep around as some stained souvenir.

“… t-this was supposed to be a “pg-13” thing, you know,” he suddenly stammers. Smiling tiredly at him, you cup his reddened face in your hands and pull him toward you.

“Ratings are always changing.”

Yuuji sighs, unable to argue with your reasoning. Even more, the times he’d returned home to you and wanted nothing more than to be as close to you as the heavens would allow meant that he could not and would not deny you now. Not with how… determined you seem for a distraction.

And so, he denies you no longer. Instead of returning to the kitchen to taste the sauce, Yuuji drops onto his knees, parts yours, and begins to taste you. Each swipe of his tongue along your slit and each suckle of your clit tears you further and further from your thoughts, dragging you both closer to shore and further out to sea— you tremble quite violently when the vulgar sound of Yuuji’s slurping echoes about the room, and you press yourself deeper and deeper into the mattress now beneath you.

“Y-Yuuji,” you cry into your knuckles, a failed attempt to stifle the noises he’d pulled from you.

Body tense from your impending orgasm, you shakily push yourself onto an elbow to watch him work. But past staring at his slick-covered chin or into his lidded eyes, you take note of his one arm and how it jerks forward and back below the bed’s horizon. In taking a moment to breathe, Yuuji groans, voice cracking and tongue lolling— he dives back down and presses his tongue against your clit, and it’s instantaneous; one hand gripping the duvet, the other fingers through his soft pink hair to hold on for dear life, you gasp, heat bursting in your lower stomach and beneath Yuuji’s own hand.

“Yuuji!!” You writhe, and it’s all he can do with but a single free hand to pin you down so you can ride your orgasms out together. He gasps, breath hot and shuddering against your wet cunt as his own mess coats his wrist. You whine as he dares to lap a little more at you, and your entire body twitches atop the mattress. “Yuuji…”

“Ahhh.” He finally parts from you, leaning back onto his hand and panting toward this ceiling. “I think that was a new record for us,” he says, and you immediately laugh. Thank goodness, he thinks, relieved to hear it.

“I-I think you’re right,” you say, sitting upright with a shake. “Ah, but Yuuji, I don’t think I’m really hungry for food anymore.”

“You’re not hungry for food?” he repeats, head tilted in confusion. “What else could you be hungry fo— oh.” Suddenly bashful, even in the aftermath, Yuuji ruffles his hair back into place from when you’d had it in a death grip, only to flush even more red.

“T-Then… let me at least go and turn off the stove…”

#this WAS sfw... whoopsie.#yuuji itadori x reader #yuuji itadori x yn #yuuji itadori x y/n #itadori yuuji x reader #itadori yuuji x yn #itadori yuuji x y/n #itadori yuuji #yuuji itadori #yuuji itadori smut #itadori yuuji smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader #right... now that it's 7am... sleepy time.

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hinatastinygiant · 8 months

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Pairing: Itadori x Fem!Reader

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

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

one [Crimson]

two [Ruby] [NSFW]

three [Scarlet]

four [Burgundy]

five [Cherry]

six [Maroon]

seven [Vermilion]

eight [Rose]

nine [Raspberry]

ten [Mahogany] [NSFW]

THE END.

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

(Updated October 7, 5:00pm est)

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superhero--imagines · 2 years

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Yuji Itadori would be the sweetest boyfriend though. Like baby boy has one brain cell - maybe two - and yet somehow half of his thoughts are deviated to you.

‘I bet (Y/N) would like that!’

‘I wonder what (Y/N) would do in this situation?’

‘I wish (Y/N) were here.’

‘I wonder if (Y/N) likes mango ice cream? Maybe they would go with me to get some this weekend!’

‘I wonder if (Y/N) might want to binge watch the Hunger Games movies with me? Ah I don’t them feeling insecure about Jennifer Laurence though’

Just the cutest little cinnamon roll

#itadori yuji #yuji itadori x reader #yuji itadori x you #yuji itadori x y/n #yuji itadori imagine #yuji itadori headcanons #yuuji itadori #yuuji itadori x reader #yuuji itadori x you #Yuuji itadori x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagine #jujutsua kaisen #superhero—imagines

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kingdaddydaichi · 2 years

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₰ title: warm like rain

₰ pairing: yuuji itadori x f!reader

₰ wc: 2.5k

₰ warnings/notes: nsfw; mdni; smut to angst to fluff, minor injuries, blood, wound cleaning/dressing (yuuji), creampie, angst, fluff

₰ a/n: okay but what if yuuji isn’t always a soft, wholesome ray of sunshine? i mean, most of the time yeah, he is. but I feel like sometimes after a long day of fighting and killing curses he comes through the front door tired and sweaty with a lot of steam to blow off…

By continuing beyond this point, you agree that you are 18+ and acknowledge that this content is intended for adult readers only.

You hear the door close and call out from your shared bedroom. “Yuuji, s’that you?”

“Yeah.”

You looked in the direction of his raspy voice, a might concerned. You could tell by the sound of it that he hadn’t had a great day.

Your boyfriend walked into the room looking worse for wear with a bloody lip, tousled hair, and a wild look in his eyes.

You sat up in bed wearing one of his shirts and a worried expression. “Oh shit, baby, what happened?”

He peeled his blood-stained shirt off, revealing his perfectly sculpted torso and his strong, broad shoulders. You were relieved to see that he only had a couple of minor cuts and scratches meaning most of the blood wasn’t his. Still, you’d never get used to seeing the man you loved coming home all beat up and covered in blood.

“Don’t wanna talk.” The pink-haired male stared at you while unbuckling his belt, his mouth open and the fire in his honey-brown eyes burning hotter than ever. You couldn’t help but smirk and waggle your eyebrows at him when his pants fell to the floor, giving you an eyeful of the familiar bulge in his cotton boxer briefs.

“Okay, I’m sure you wanna get a showe-“ You squeaked when Yuuji suddenly grabbed your ankles and yanked you across the bed. Your shirt slid up, exposing your little red panties. Yuuji licked his lips and squeezed his fist around his stiffening dick. His eyes scanned the length of your bare legs all the way up to the outline of your pussy lips.

He shook his head as he climbed on top of you, caging you between his arms and spreading your thighs open with his knee.

“Just wanna fuck,” he growled before crashing his lips down onto yours, his hungry tongue quickly invading your mouth.

You sighed with desire, dragging your fingertips from his hard chest down along the hills and valleys of his six-pack abs. “Take what you need, Yuuji.”

He nipped and kissed his way along your jaw, the tip of his nose tickling your ear. “I will,” he whispered.

You knew what was coming. Yuuji would get like this sometimes. There was never any warning, but one thing you knew for sure is that you were about to be ravaged by your man.

You gripped his biceps and hissed when he dipped down and grazed his teeth over your sensitive nipples, hardening in spite of his hot breath seeping into the fabric that covered them.

Yuuji’s shaky fingers dug into the meat of your thigh as he rocked his hips, desperate for the friction of your cunt against his clothed cock. His pre began to soak through his underwear, a wet spot forming where his dick tip was. Your core clenched around nothing, pussy seeking him out to suck him in, your need soaking through your panties.

Yuuji reached down, circling your clit with his thumb a few times before yanking your panties to the side so hard that the stitching in the material ripped.

“Yuu! Just take ‘em off!”

“No time,” he panted, shoving the waistband of his briefs down below his balls. His painfully hard cock slapped against the skin beneath his navel.

Yuuji was so ready he didn’t think he needed to guide his tip to your opening. But you were so slick from the mixture of your juices that the thick tip of his cock slid right up between your pussy lips and over your swelling clit, making you arch your back off the bed.

“Goddamnit,” Yuuji hissed, impatiently reaching between your bodies to grab his cock and guide it to your clenching hole.

“Wanna feel you inside me, Yuuji,” you whined, pressing your heels into his glutes.

Your loving boyfriend pushed his meaty cockhead against your opening and it slipped right in, filling you up with one long stroke of his hips. You cried out at the sudden, unforgiving stretch of his fat cock. Every vein rolled against your tight walls, pulling loud moans from both of you.

“M’sorry, beautiful. Need to fuck you so hard,” Yuuji groaned as he retreated only to push his full length into you again.

“S’okay, baby,” you said, gasping with every vigorous snap of his hips.

“I- ahhhfuck- I love you hmmmm so fucking much,” Yuuji huffed into the crook of your neck. He grabbed your ankles from his sides and put them on his hard shoulders as he raised up onto his knees. Still pounding into you, he leaned forward, forcing you into a mating press as his wet cock glided in and out of your swollen pussy.

He drilled into you hard and deep, his angry cockhead peeking into your cervix as his flexing thighs slapped against your ass.

“Oh god, oh fuck Yuuji…faster.”

His balls tightened, ready to release a hot load of his sperm. They clapped loudly against your wet taint in time with his frenetic thrusts. “Mmfuck. M’sorry baby. Gonna cum soon.”

You cupped his face in your hands to look into his soft brown eyes. “Cum for me, Yuuji. Wanna feel you unload inside me…”

His head dropped and his ass flexed as he slammed harder into you, both of your moans filling the room. His cock was always the biggest just before he came, stretching your tight cunt a little more. The drag of his dark pink tip against your sweet spot made your walls squeeze around him, sending him over the edge.

“Shit! Cumming!” He choked on a whimper as his hips stuttered and his cock spasmed, filling you with his white hot cream.

You carded your fingers behind his ears and into his shorter, dark brown hair. A bead of sweat rolled down his chest, rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath.

Yuuji pulled out, but instead of rolling onto the bed beside you he grabbed you and flipped you over onto your belly.

You giggled. “Yuuji, baby, what are you-“

With his hands hooked around your hips he jerked them upward, forcing your ass into the air.

“I’m not done.”

He rubbed his cock along your folds, smearing the cum that was still seeping from your pussy. You whimpered when he smacked his sticky tip against your hard, pink bud.

His cock had softened a little but that didn’t stop him from bullying it back inside you. He could already feel more blood rushing to it as the tip dragged along your soft, wet walls.

You began pushing back against him, spurring him on. “Fuck me, Yuuji,” you whined, your greedy cunt trying to suck him in deeper.

He winced at the overstimulation, but didn’t complain or argue. This was what he wanted after all. To fuck you until he exhausted himself so that he’d be able to get some sleep that night.

The sight of you underneath him, your beautiful face and body, your eyes and heart so full of love for him, knowing that you trusted him with your life…he wanted to tell you how much he loved everything about you. He wanted to open up to you and tell you all about his shitty day; how horrible he felt about the way things went down and how powerless he felt because he wasn’t able to do more. But there were only so many words and he didn’t think he was smart enough to find or even know all the right ones. So he channeled and expressed it all in the best way he knew how.

“Ohgodohfuck Yuuuuu, please don’t stop fucking me! Need to cum on your cock, baby.”

Yuuji didn’t miss a beat. He picked up his pace again, fucking his leaking semen back into your cunt. His hips slammed against you, the prominent ridge of his cockhead thumping against your sweet spot with every hard thrust. He reached between your trembling legs, finding your clit to vigorously rub tight circles over it.

He’d come to read how close you were by the intensity of your clenching walls. Feeling your pussy squeeze around him tighter and tighter brought him closer to his end as well.

Your gasps and moans had become more urgent as the searing coil spooled up low in your belly. Your eyes fluttered and rolled back in your head, the side of your face pressed against the mattress as your man fucked you right.

“Yu-u-ji-i…” Your words came out in broken, slurred syllables in time with his powerful thrusts. “Fe-el-s-so-g-ood ba-by.”

Yuuji grunted as he plowed into you exquisitely, his fingers working feverishly over your twitching bud. On his next thrust, you found yourself thrown off the precipice of what it means to have a body and into pure ecstasy. Your hands grabbed at whatever they could get a hold of…mostly clawing at Yuuji’s burning thighs.

Your spent body collapsed onto the bed, too weak to hold up against your boyfriend’s pounding. Yuuji just kept right on fucking you into the mattress.

“Oh shit, m’gonna nut again! Fuck baby!”

No sooner had he announced his second orgasm did the dam in his balls break again. “Feels so amazing when your pussy milks my dick like this,” Yuuji groaned, pumping his hips slow and shallow as he flooded your twitching cunt with more of his thick cum.

He leaned over you, pressing his palms against the bed on either side of you to catch himself from dropping his full weight onto you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rolled over onto his side, taking you with him to spoon. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear, kissing the back of your neck and the tops of your shoulders.

After some postcoital cuddling, Yuuji helped you strip the bed. He carried everything to the washer while you put clean sheets on.

Once the bed was fit for sleeping on again, both of you got ready to take a shower. Yuuji turned the shower head on and made sure the water temperature was just how you liked it. When you were ready, he held the door open for you to get in first, stopping you just long enough to kiss you and say he loves you with a weak, but genuine smile.

You were lathering his back, taking special care around his deeper wounds when his shoulders began to shake.

You were one of the few people to see Yuuji Itadori cry. He hated crying in front of others. It wasn’t that he didn’t like being vulnerable, it was because he couldn’t stand feeling like he was burdening anyone. He was the worrier - others weren’t supposed to worry about him.

But you’d told him so many times over the three years you’d been together that you didn’t worry about him. You cared for him and loved him, more than anything. But you believed in him and his strength, his will to survive and his ability to hold his own in a fight. You especially believed in his drive to make the world a better place and only hoped that your support was enough to hold him up in times like these.

You’d always thought he deserved so much more than everything you had to give. Those were the times he grinned from ear to ear, eyes sparkling, promising you that even just a drop of your love was his whole lifeline. You gave him more of a reason to live than he’d ever had before.

But sometimes being a sorcerer took too much of a toll on him. You’d never try to convince him to quit, first because your knuckleheaded boyfriend was too stubborn to do anything he didn’t have a mind to. Secondly because you knew how much it meant to him to save as many lives as possible. Today was one of the days he wasn’t able to save them all.

You stopped washing him and simply wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head against his back. His hands covered his face and you felt the ragged breath he drew into his lungs before the dam broke.

You helped him down to the tiled shower floor, blood-tinged water washing down the drain. Keeping his head in his hands, he pulled his knees to his chest, going into little space. You knelt next to him, stroked his arm, and whispered, “Do you need to be alone, love?” Without lifting his head, he shook it to indicate that he needed you to stay. You sat down next to him and let him lean into you as you wrapped your loving arms around him.

You held him like that, wordlessly. His whole body trembled against you, his tears mixing with the water that fell all around you like warm summer rain. You bit your lip, fighting the urge to cry with him. Your heart ached for him, knowing the weight that he shouldered. But your tears would have to wait. Yuuji trusted you implicitly, knowing it was safe for him to fall apart because you’d always be there to put the pieces of him back together. For now at least, you had to be strong for him.

Yuuji rested his back against the shower wall while you washed his hair and the rest of his body. You rinsed him and turned the shower off before grabbing his towel. He stood up, legs a little shaky, and rubbed his head with the towel before wrapping it around his waist.

You both dried off and you brought Yuuji a clean pair of shorts. He sat on the edge of the tub while you dressed some of his wounds, softly speaking a few words of affirmation.

You went back to bed together. You laid on your back while Yuuji nestled his body between your legs and rested his weary head on your chest. Your heartbeat had always soothed him.

He took your hand, lacing his fingers between yours and looked up at you, resting his chin just below your breastbone. He pressed his lips to your knuckles. “I love you so much, (Y/n),” he rasped. “Thank you for taking such good care of me. I’m sorry I’m so much trouble sometimes.”

“You’re no trouble, babe. Killing curses is a thankless job. Most people don’t even know you put your life on the line every day to keep them safe.” You ran your fingers through his damp hair. “Taking care of you when you come home like this is the least I can do.”

“Don’t know what I did to deserve a girl like you,” he said, rubbing tender circles into your palms with his thumbs.

“Well, I’m no Jennifer Lawrence, but hopefully I’ll do,” you said, winking at him.

He flashed his bright smile and laughed quietly. All was right with the world again. “Baby. You put Jennifer Lawrence to shame. She can’t hold a fucking candle to you.”

A few minutes later Yuuji was snoring softly, his head resting on your chest as you combed your fingers through his soft pink hair.

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mommypieck · 5 months

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⌗︙・yuuji loves your ass ⸜⸜・

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#jjk smut #jjk x y/n #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #jujutsu kaisen smut #yuuji itadori x you #yuuji itadori smut #yuuji itadori x reader #yuuji itadori x y/n

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httpmiriko · 2 years

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yuuji is so affectionate i just wanna get a hug from him

#he’s just :(#[🐇] jjk #yuuji itadori x y/n

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yuujisuku · 2 months

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i wrote this for @yuujispinkhair and @churipu because u both are my favorite writers in the world and I would sell my left kidney for the both of u!

Boyfie!Yuuji: Whose hands are too cold but you warm him up with your own. You love the way his body is like an ice bath and it cools you up after a sweaty workout. You love indulging in sweaty cuddles with him and it feels like home to be wrapped up in your boyfriend's big strong arms.

Boyfie!Yuuji: Who loves when you make him listen to your music playlists. He loves your music taste. He loves the way you'd make him little playlists that you say reminds you of him and he's always blushing when he listens to the lyrics. He loves the soft love songs the most but when you add something freaky he can't help but pin your arms to the bed and make sweet love to his beautiful woman.

Boyfie!Yuuji: Who will tell all his friends about how his girlfriend is the one for him. How he wants to put a ring on your finger and never let you go. He'll tell them how he dreams about your belly being swollen up with his kids, and his friends will tease him about that but he honestly doesn't care. He'll just walk through Tokyo looking at cute wedding rings hoping one day you'll say yes and the both of you will be together forever. He doesn't doubt that you'll reject him, though. He knows you love him just as much as he loves you.

Boyfie!Yuuji: Who will never forget to do something special for your birthday, Valentines day, or the holidays. He'll make you a gift basket of all of your favorite things and then get you your favorite snacks or a ginormous birthday cake and the frosting will say “Happy Birthday to my beautiful lady!”

Boyfie!Yuuji: The only downside to birthdays is that Yuuji is WAY too eager to come home and feed you the delicious cake he got you from the bakery, that when you open the cake it's already melted. He'll apologize profusely, but you know it's not his fault and that he must have just ran with the cake in his hand without thinking about how he could mess it up. He was just too eager to make you happy, after all.

Boyfie!Yuuji: Who is way too clingy. He'll always have his arms wrapped around your waist, because he only feels content knowing you're not going anywhere if he has his arms around you, keeping you safe. If you guys are in public then he will stand outside the bathroom door if you need to do your business, because he wants to make sure no one is going to harm his beautiful woman. He's protective, just as much as he is clingy.

#yuuji itadori x reader #yuuji itadori x you #yuuji itadori x y/n #itadori yuuji x reader #itadori yuuji x y/n #itadori yuuji x you #yuuji x reader #yuuji x you #yuuji x y/n #can u tell I'm obsessed with this boyyy #my pookie bear yuuji

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Practice Makes Perfect | Chapter 5

pairing: yuji itadori (18+) x f!reader

themes/content: modern college au (characters aged up to 18+). language, smut. oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), gagging. 18+, MDNI

word count: 2.2 k

a/n: i need a fucking cig after writing this chapter lmao

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Yuji’s eyes grow wide and he nearly spits out his food at your request. He knew you were direct, but holy shit, he never would have expected this. Frankly, you don’t know where the sudden confidence came from either - was it jealousy? Anger? Lust?

He tries to hide a choke while moving his hands down over his lap, hoping you don’t notice the growing bulge in his slacks as he mentally processes what you just asked him.

“Did you hear me, Yu?” you say, leaning over the table slightly so your cleavage becomes more visible. “I said-”

“I-I heard you,” he cuts off with a stutter, his eyes trying to look everywhere but your now exposed chest.

“So, what do you think then? Is that alright with you?” your tone sultry as you bring an elbow up to the table and rest your chin on your open palm.

“Y-yes, of course,” he stutters, face turning red. “When were you thinking? I mean, your date is tomorrow, so I guess now? Should w-we go? We can go now,” he rambles.

You reach your other hand up to his cheek trying to calm him, his skin hot under your touch as you nod. A small “Mhm” purrs through your lips

What has gotten into you? You have never been this direct with anything in your life, and now you’re suddenly asking to give your best friend head? You blame it on being excited for your date with Megumi. Then again, you’re not even sure it is a date, since he did see you on Yuji’s bed the first time you met. You don’t even know if you have feelings for him, you just felt your mind get cloudy when Yuji smiled down at that damn phone and it’s like your body was moving on its own before you could catch up.

Yuji stands up, grabs his wallet out of his pocket and drops a few $100 bills on the table before holding out his hand for yours. You grab it and stand, eyes widening at the cash he just casually dropped on the table. “Holy shit Yu, where’d you get that kind of money?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he says with a sheepish grin as he pulls you through the restaurant and outside. Honestly, it was all of the money he had budgeted for this date and his one next week with Nobara, and it was probably nearly double the cost of your entire meal, but he just couldn’t wait for them to bring the check. He had to have you, now.

The walk back to your dorm was nearly silent, Yuji’s hand not leaving yours the entire time and you could feel his palm getting slightly clammy as he refused to untangle his fingers from yours. You open the door to your room and realize it’s Yuji’s first time ever seeing it. His eyes glance around, noting the off-white bedding and pink pillows, matching the pink rug on the floor. There’s a soft glow from the string lights hanging up around the walls and the soft scent of vanilla hits his nose as he steps in and takes his shoes off. “It smells like you,” he whispers, almost to himself.

You close the door behind him and step out of your heels, feeling the cold ground underneath your feet as you guide him to the bed, hands still linked together. He stands in front of the bed and you start to slowly undo the buttons on his shirt, looking up to him for approval and he responds with a slight nod. You never realized before now, but Yuji was tall. Was he always this tall? It felt like he was towering over you as your hands worked his shirt off. His hands were behind him against the bed, needing the extra support or else he worried he might fall over, his heart was beating so fast.

When you get to the last button he almost instantly tosses his sport coat and shirt across the room, landing in a pile in front of your closet. Now shirtless in front of you, your hands lazily traced down his abs - again, when did he get so toned? He ate like shit, and even though you did recall him mentioning going to the gym everyday, how was this body hiding under those loose sweatshirts the whole time?

His breath hitches as your fingers reach the hem of his pants. “H-hah,” he breathes. “Y-your hands are soft,” he practically blurts out. A moment of silence passes. “So um, what now?” he tries to redirect.

You aren’t quite sure either. You pause for a moment, fingers looped around his waistband. You realize that if this is going where you expect it is, you don’t really want to ruin your dress (it was a wager even wearing a nice outfit around Yuji given the wine-debacle that happened last time), so you slowly take it off without saying anything, leaving you in a similar matching black bra and panty set to the one he accidentally saw you in last time, but this one notably showing more cleavage and ass, although you hadn’t turned around so Yuji could see it yet.

“Wow” he breathes. “All that for me?” he teases, and you roll your eyes in response.

Trying to think of what to do next, you realize it’s probably easiest if Yuji just stays standing where he is rather than trying to fit both of you on your twin bed. You slide down onto your knees in front of him, feeling the carpet rubbing against you as you bring your hands into your lap. Tilting your head, you look up at him. He feels his heart nearly leap out of his chest and his cock twitch at the eye contact, trying to shut down the thought of how pretty you look on your knees. Your hands slide up his pants and back to his waistband, this time undoing his belt, button, and lowering the zipper. You slowly pull his pants down to his ankles and he steps out of them, kicking them to the side. He’s left in only his black boxers, a visible tent forming in the middle.

The scene causes you to shiver, feeling the space between your legs growing wet. You look up at him one more time and he reaches a hand down to your face, his thumb gently brushing against your cheek. You swallow and slowly pull his boxers down, his cock bouncing out and nearly hitting him in the stomach from how hard he is.

Holy. Shit. Yuji is huge. Your eyes widen involuntarily and your mouth starts to water as you try to think through the logistics of what you’re about to do. You look down at your wrist for a hair tie so you don’t have to worry about it getting in your way, but you must have forgotten one today. Of course, you think to yourself, the one day you need it. Almost as if he can read your mind, Yuji reaches his other hand down to the side of your face and pulls your hair back for you, holding it behind your head in a makeshift ponytail. “I got you,” he hums, looking down at you. You smile up at him in acknowledgement before turning your attention back to the task at hand.

You lick your lips, trying to plan where to even start. His flushed tip is almost perfectly level with your mouth, a drop of precum leaking out of it. You reach one hand up to his thigh to steady yourself and one around the base of his shaft. Parting your lips slightly, you lick the precum from his slit as he lets out a soft moan. Okay, so that’s good, you think. You open your mouth slightly farther and move his tip into your mouth, gliding your tongue around it. Another guttural moan leaves Yuji’s lips, this one slightly deeper than the last.

So far so good, but eventually you’re going to have to figure out how to take all of him down your throat. To get a better gauge of how difficult that will be, you pull your lips away and instead move to where your hand rests at his base. Sticking your tongue out, you lick up his length. His hands start shaking as they hold your hair back and his breathing speeds up. “That feel good?” you ask softly, knowing the answer. He looks down at you and eagerly nods.

With your confidence building, you open your mouth wider and begin sliding his cock into your mouth and down your throat. A soft “F-fuck” leaves his lips as you work your way down slowly. Suddenly, you stop. Shit. You can feel yourself hitting the back of your throat, and when you open your eyes you’re barely halfway down his length.

Yuji’s body takes over for him as you feel a pressure on the back of your head. He doesn’t even realize he’s moving you, all he knows is that he needs more. You let out a groan that vibrates along his cock as he pushes himself farther into your throat. “That’s my girl,” he praises without thinking, “take all of me. You can do it”

The words and the feeling of his tip reaching farther into you causes that familiar warmth to pool between your legs. You instinctively start grinding your hips against your legs, trying to get any sort of friction. Your lips hit the hand you previously held around his base, letting you know you’re almost there. You move that hand to his waist and grip him hard, using the force to pull your head towards him. Your nose hits against his pelvis as you take the rest of him into your mouth, desperately trying not to let your gag reflex get the better of you.

You feel his cock twitch in your mouth as your tongue moves along the bottom of him, slowly removing your mouth. You sharply inhale when you finally pull far enough out to breathe again, making sure to keep his tip between your lips as you slowly roll your tongue around it.

Now determined, you suck in another breath before starting back down his length again. This time you do it without any help from Yuji. Your head continues bobbing along his dick, and you feel it get easier to take each time you slide him to the back of your throat. You start paying attention to when he takes in gasps or lets out soft moans, making a mental note of what feels good without having to ask each time.

As you continue, you start being able to feel how you’ve soaked through your panties. Since you no longer need both hands, you move one down between your legs to slowly rub against your needy clit. The action forces a moan out of your throat, something you know Yuji likes because he immediately responds with a deep groan. Only this time, he continues, “Fuck, just like that. Keep going, please,” he practically begs. You take his full length into your mouth as you continue tracing circles around your wet cunt. “I-I’m gonna cum,” he breathlessly groans. All of a sudden his hands start shaking and he thrusts his hips up, pushing himself impossibly farther into your mouth. A sound, somewhere between a groan and a whine, escapes his lips, as you feel ropes of cum shoot down the back of your throat. You swallow it instinctively, barely noting the salty taste. You gently slide your lips off from around his cock as his hands fall away from your hair and down to his side.

Sitting back on your knees, you tilt your head up to look at Yuji, who stands above you with his eyes closed, panting. “You don’t, shit, you don’t have to swallow, I’m sorry-” he starts, eyes still closed.

You cut him off by suddenly standing up and attaching your lips to his, the feeling causing him to shiver against the bed. His hair has fallen forward and is slightly damp with sweat as it brushes against your forehead. Pulling away from the kiss for a moment, you whisper against his lips “Don’t apologize,” before pressing your lips against the side of his mouth, placing a gentle kiss before moving back and letting him catch his breath.

He finally meets your gaze with half-lidded eyes, pupils wide. A lopsided grin immediately forms on his face as he collapses onto the bed behind him. “Wow,” he whispers, “you are like, crazy good at that.”

You can’t help but giggle at the praise as you hop onto the bed next to him. “So, no notes?” you tease, placing another kiss onto his cheek as his smile just continues to grow.

“No notes,” he affirms, relishing in the full-body euphoria he is currently experiencing as he shuts his eyes. “Wait a minute,” he pauses, opening his eyes to look at the ceiling. “You were…you were doing something, during that, weren’t you?” He turns his gaze to you.

“What? Oh, you mean when I was touching myself?” you answer hesitantly.

“Yeah,” he responds, slowly moving towards you, “that.” You’re suddenly face to face with him, and you realize just how fucked-out Yuji looks. His brown eyes are practically completely black from his blown out pupils, his mouth loosely hanging open in a grin. He reaches a hand up to push his pink hair out of his eyes, never once removing his gaze from your lips. “You know, I’ve never had a chance to practice that before.”

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⭑ : 呪術廻戦 ❛ 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗘𝗗: yuuji itadori x fem! reader

࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 synopsis: yuuji swears he’s not biased and he likes all his presents equally, but your kisses just happen to be his favourite ones

contents: fluff fluff fluff! yuuji being absolutely whipped, happy birthday to the best boy ever ( gege free my baby :c )

yuuji’s birthday was supposed to be about him. yet he found himself consumed by his feelings for you.

the skirt to your dress was brushing against your thighs and the shoulder you were showing had him transfixed for longer than it should have.it was just his birthday, why did you have to look so…beautiful.

he’d never thought of someone this much, so many adjectives sprung to his head when he thought of you. you contaminated his thoughts, you were the first and last thing he thought of every day.

that’s why he was fixing you a drink, before making his, because the ingredients for your favourite drink happened to be nearly gone

“here you go” he said holding out a cup to you. your fingers brushed slightly against his as you thanked him and took it from him with a smile. he found himself quickly returning it, butterflies fluttering in his stomach from the contact, before he raised his own drink to his lips, he made a confused face at the unfamiliar taste on his tongue

“different from your usual?” you asked, cocking your head slightly, yuuji realised his mistake.

“i mixed them up, this one’s supposed to be for you, that one’s mine” he prepared himself to walk away and get you another cup, when hands much smaller than his own pried the cup from his hands.

“i figured” you said giggling, lifting the cup you had stolen from him to your lips and handing him the correct one. he watched as you took a slow, unsure sip, and smile at the familiar taste on your tongue, “thank you yuuji”

he could only manage a nod as he raised his own cup towards his mouth, fighting another grimace as he found it too bland and boring now. he craved the sweet, but unfamiliar taste that had once been on his tongue, and wondered if he kissed you — right here, right now — it would taste like your sweet drink. he let himself imagine for a minute, pressing his lips to yours, catching your cheek in his hand, tilting your head back and deepening it,

“let’s go dance” you said excitedly, pulling him from his selfish thoughts, he flushed with embarrassment, hating himself for thinking of you like that. you were holding your hand out to him, “c’mon ‘yuu, i want to be the first to dance with the birthday boy”

“okay” he found himself saying — ignoring the small voice in his head that remind him that he couldn’t dance and he hated it — and following you to the middle of the classroom

satoru had thrown a small party with nobara, megumi, the second years and the sorcerers from kyoto jujutsu high. he’d gotten so many presents he’d nearly lost count — his favourite had to be the human earthworm plush wrapped in pink ribbons (fushiguro had filled him in on your conquest at the arcade a few days prior)

yuuji thought dancing with you was painfully unfair, he was allowed to put his hand on your hip, to draw you closer, to feel your chest brush against his for a second, but you were always twirling away.

“you’re really good at dancing,” you said, placing a hand on his shoulder. he finally had you in his arms again, “though you’re too stiff, relax yuuji, dancing is about having fun!”

“okay”, why couldn’t he say anything else? why couldn’t he think of something better to say? he was usually talkative.

now you were quiet, although still smiling. he found himself looking into your eyes. you caught the corner of your lip between your teeth, and he found himself mimicking the action like a ventriloquist dummy.

you slowly twirled for a few minutes. yuuji was focusing on dancing to the rhythm of the music, trying to put himself at ease, he was sure he would short circuit if he thought for a second longer.

“see? you’re much more relaxed” you’re impossibly close to him, so close he can smell the warmth of your perfume. he shivered the butterflies in his stomach returning again, he swore he could feel them flying up to his lungs,

“right” he tried to come off as nonchalant, but he knew you could see through it. you could always see right through it.

he expected you to call him out on his act, like you always did, wanting him to be the real, unfiltered version of himself. but instead you only smiled and pulled yourself closer to him. he suppressed a groan, christ. were you trying to kill him?

you were tilting your chin up, he was bending his kneck down, you wanted this as much as he did right? shit he hoped so. your eyes were closing and so were his. your bottom lip brushed against his upper lip, and he fought a shiver forcing its way up his chest

“hey— oh” damn it kugisaki, yuuji could just kill her right now.

he listened as you laughed and talked, trying to calm the seething rage that was bubbling in his chest. you had stepped away, still close to him, keeping him in place with your hand placed on his forearm

“hey idiot, we need you to come cut your cake” yuuji found it in himself to look up at nobara, to act as if he had been listening, and not thinking of all the possible ways to make her pay for ripping away his best chance to fulfill his fantasies and selfish desires, “you coming?” and shit, just like that, he had to leave, and he was never going to—

“maybe in a bit, yuuji and i were just about to get something to eat” then you were smiling and dragging him along. the fairy lights around him blurred, strung in multitudes but none compared to you. they were all so dull and insignificant compared to the beauty you radiated

you brought him to a secluded area, before turning around suddenly. his breathing hitched at the frustration, clear as day written all over your face. he wanted to reach forward to do whatever he could to make that look go away.

but who the hell was he to think he had the right to touch you in anyway. plus you were obviously mad at him. chasing this stupid fantasy wasn’t going to get him anywhere. he needed to stop.

“you always look at me like you want to kiss me, so why don’t you just do it?!” yuuji was taken aback by your words, he didn’t think it was that obvious. he wrapped his arms around his body, hugging himself, trying to subdue how shaky and nerve racked he was

it was no use denying anything. he didn’t want to lie to you especially after coming so close to kissing you moments before, “i didn’t want to assume anything” honesty dripped off his tongue like honey

“assume all you want” you said, taking a step closer to him. his eyes widened and he instinctively took a step back.

“what are you talking about” he said, upset that he finally had your permission and he was taking this the wrong way.

“yuuji” you said softly, your eyes searching his. you took a step closer and placed your hand gently on his chest. you could feel his heart beating against your fingers, you could tell he was nervous. he felt like he couldn’t breathe, “i like you too”

he watched with half lidded eyes as you entwined your arms around his neck slowly, he found his arms making their way to your hip and the small of your back. he really didn’t want you to move away from him, it would just break him. he really didn’t want to be wrong.

he really wanted to kiss the breath out of you, to claim you as his in every way, shape and form. he had an impossibly long list of things he wanted to show you. he wanted to give you the world. no he wanted to give you his world. but he had to be sure. he couldn’t risk losing you over a stupid selfish crush

“yuuji you can kiss me” you said, the words rang through his ears as clear as day. you were close enough that he felt the words before he heard them

before he could even think, he moved the hand from your hip to her cheek and pulled you closer, tipping your head back and crashing his lips against yours.yuuji had always sworn to himself, that if he ever got the chance to kiss you, he would be gentle. he would take his time. but he didn’t have the energy to restrain himself, and found himself groaning into the kiss, kissing you with a bruising force.

he swallowed your sighs as he moved his tongue against yours, feeling as though he would never tire of the taste of you, whether it was the taste of your lipgloss and drink combined,he didn’t care, he loved it.

you pulled away, much too soon for yuuji and pressed your forehead against his, breathing heavily. a few moments later you leaned forward to press a series of short kisses onto the corner of his mouth.

while he had thought about it before, this was the moment for certain that yuuji knew that he was yours. he would take anything you would give him and give you his all.

being a jujutsu sorcerer made him think being in love would make him vulnerable, that the curse users would have something to use against him,but right now, with your mouth reaching towards his again, he was sure he could take on the king of curses himself

#ִֶָ 𓂃˖ mimi writes?!#⋆ 𝓳.jk ﹕#𓂃˖ letters from: yuuji #yuuji itadori x reader #yuuji itadori #yuuji x you #yuuji x reader #yuuji x y/n #yuuji itadori x you #yuuji itadori x y/n #yuji itadori x reader #yuji x reader #yuji itadori #yuji x you #yuji x y/n #yuji itadori x you #itadori x you #itadori x reader #do not perceive me! wrote this on a whim

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