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|haikyuu: shoyo, tobio, nishinoya,tanaka, oikawa, kuroo, bokuto |genshin: venti, childe, itto, heizou mb, aether, chongyun when he eats chili |blue lock: bachira, isagi, nagi maybe 🤔, reo also maybe, kaiser? |jjk: satoru, yuji, inumaki toge, sukuna?, todo |hsr (honkai star rail): caelus (i havnt played hsr yet so feel free to add more)

[basically any of your favorites that can fit this scenario]

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— Heaven

synopsis: choso never expected spring break to be so difficult, honestly. just a few weeks to relax with his brother and his brothers girlfriend… it sounds like the dream doesn’t it? seeing his brother happy, so in love with you. but heaven for one is hell for another-- and it seems to be your very life goal to make him live with both.

✧*̣̩┊: choso x fem! reader (some itadori x fem! reader)

✧*̣̩┊: wc: 7.0k

✧*̣̩┊: content: dubious consent at times, cnc + full consent at others, switch! reader,switch!choso, dom!reader, sub!choso, nipple play, voyeurism (choso listens to itadori and reader have sex), m!masturbation, pervert choso, massages, blowjob, p in v, overstimulation, multiple creampies, choso is kinda gross, cheating!reader (as far as choso knows), choso is refered to as puppy/cocktoy, degredation (choso receiving), choso degrading himself too, please lmk if I missed any!

✧*̣̩┊: notes: it’s lily! back again with another perverted jjk man! this turned out way longer than i originally thought it was going to be. originally it was just going to end with the masturbation scene buuutttt i got a little carried away :DD i love how this fic came out and i hope you guys do too <33

18+ → minors / blank blogs dni

God, he wants to die. He deserves to. Choso has no right to live after the way he’s been looking at his brother’spretty little girlfriend. He deserves to be jailed for life, eyes gouged out for even considering sending a glance to your ass; bent over grabbing something from a cabinet in the kitchen. Leggings that are too tight, practically transparent. He swears he can see the tinge of your pink panties through them.

He should die. He places his face in his hands, arms propped up as his legs. One of them bouncing in, fuck, he doesn’t know what. Really doesn't know what. He doesn’t think he wants to, honestly. God how did it end up like this? How did he end up here– Itadori perched up on the counter, while you start to work on breakfast. How is he going to make it out alive? How is he going to survive spring break?

It wasn’t supposed to end up like this. When Itadori, his dear, beloved brother called, asking if it was fine to bring his girlfriend home for break, Choso thought nothing of it. Even if he hadn’t met you, Itadori told him plenty. Every conversation he had with his sibling always found itself filled with fond stories of you. The nice date you went on, the delicious food you cooked for him. How horribly you destroyed the poor guy in mario kart. He thought he already knew you— it felt like he did at least.

He could tell the moment you walked into their family home that he didn’t. He had no clue the woman you were. A problem he would never be able to rectify. How terrifying that was for poor Choso. Can you imagine? Your little sweater crop top, unzipped low to put your perfect, pretty breasts on display. Your jeans, fitting just so right around your hips, practically putting your ass centre stage for the world to witness.

He hits his forehead with his hands a few times, trying to get rid of the image of your lips. They were in a pout, gloss on them as your jut out your bottom lip. You kissed his cheeks. Held both of your tiny hands around one of his large ones. 

“Thank you for letting me stay Choso, you’re the best big brother to Itadori ever!” Your voice rang so pretty, shiny, new in his ear drums. A sound he had never heard before invading his senses for the first time. He simply nodded his head, hugging his brother after you took a step back. Introductions were fast, Itadori dragging you off to give you a tour of their family home. It was probably to his benefit, to get you away like that. He didn’t know how long he could hold back the colour rising to his cheeks.

You were beautiful, gorgeous, even. Any adjective in the world to describe your beauty, he would use it. But that would never be enough to make a man like him crack. One with morals, one with some shred of pride. While the interaction left him slightly flustered, he quickly brushed it off of his shoulder. It shouldn’t matter anyway. 

Only it does when you’ve positioned yourself between his legs, tongue between your lip as you put your all into the game of mario kart against the two men. 

“I can’t see the tv from up here!” Your peach voice whined after your second loss in a row. “I’m more comfortable on the floor anyway.” You tell them, a slight pout on your lips. 

“You’re such a sore loser!” Itadori laughs, teasing as you slide yourself onto the floor. Right in front of Choso’s place on the couch. He looks down, eyes increasing in size only a fraction as your frame is incased by either side of his legs. His eyebrows raise, legs shifting farther apart as to not touch you. He wants to be respectful, afterall. 

“Uhg! As if!” You shoot back, a small glare landing on Itadori. Though Choso can tell none of it is serious. Suddenly, before he can think about the action any further, you turn to him. Delicate hand placed on his knee, nails digging into the flesh ever so slightly. Anyone else wouldn’t notice it. But of course Choso does. Of course he had to. Because he's a disgusting pervert who blushes from the touch of a woman. Well, not any woman. Just you.

“You don’t mind, right Choso?” Your voice is practically a purr, eyes filled with nothing but the glow of innocence, “Here’s the only spot that’s comfortable.” God, he swears he sees your tongue flick over your bottom lip, wetting the surface. But he forces himself to shred that to pieces. A trick of the eye. 

He nods his head, “Guests comfort.” He swears, your smile might blind a man. You threw your arm up, a small victory, your body turning back around. 

“‘Sides, Yuuji’s gonna start kicking me when I win anyway. He’s such a baby!” You stick out your tongue in mock disgust, Choso’s face moving into a light smile. 

“Am not!” Itadori argues back, throwing a pilling in your direction. Choso’s smile only grows, catching the pillow right before it lands on your face. Your voice squeals in delight, making a quick, mocking joke back in the direction of Yuuji. 

“He is. A baby in every way. You know when we were younger he used to sing this song–” This time, instead of a pillow, Yuuji throws his body, pinning Choso to the couch. A hand clamped over Choso’s mouth. You break out into something that sounds like music– oh. It’s just your laugh. Choso can’t help himself laughing either. 

Itadori starts laughing as you begin to beg, to do the same song that he had done when he was younger. Eventually he gives in, turning the night into somewhat of a good memory. Even if you remained planted, not daring to move from him even after a movie was put on. Falling asleep, head propped against his leg.

Yuuji carried you to bed that night, Choso retiring not long after.

If Choso was any slower, he would have completely missed the way you looked at his arm. The way your eyes trained to the muscle of it. The way your eyes would sharpen ever so slightly, your teeth almost biting your lip whenever you even gleaned at his calves or thighs. 

If it was just that, he could handle it. Even if he is a man, he’s not primal. He has self control. Even if he found you attractive, that means nothing. Probably. You’re his brothers’. It would be pathetic for him to fall over something so simple. 

Only it wasn’t so simple. It never could be. 

He quickly learned how dangerous you could be when it was just him home. How little you cared for the intricacies of being coy when no one was watching. 

“God your tits are so big~” Your voice feels like a moan in his ear. Your hands wrapped around him from behind, squeezing his pecks. Nails digging into him, so much so that it almost hurt. “It’s no fair…” 

His face is flush, his posture stiff. Stunned into an unmoving demeanour from just how… direct you’re being. That is the best word he can think of for it. At least it is right now when his head is all scrambled at the feeling of your perfect chest pressing into the firm muscles of his back. Your breath right in his ear with every short exhale. 

When he came home from work, tired and useless, the proposition was innocent enough: ‘Ah Choso~ You look so tense from work! That’s no good, you know? Oh! Lemme just give you a little massage yeah? Help you relax right up!’ That look on your face, so docile and cute, didn’t help any retorts he had under his belt. Not to mention, any persistence he thought Yuuji had was far surpassed by you. Begging to give poor, old Choso a massage. Fix his creaky joins and stiff bones.

Maybe it was the wear he had received from an all-too-hard day at the office, or maybe it had been a lapse in judgement from the cloud that seemed to cover him. However the decision came to be, he thought it might be good. A nice chance to finally relax a little.

He had been needing a massage lately, anyway, the certificate Yuuji had bought him rotting away in his closet from his last birthday. Yet, he just didn’t have it in him to actually book the appointment, no matter how desperately he wanted to feel the muscles in his body unwind. Honestly a little nervous to have a stranger's hands on him.

But you aren’t a stranger. You’ve become friends. 

So, when you urge his shirt off, saying that you don’t want it to get all sticky with lotion, he doesn’t fight back. Letting you slight the slightly scratchy material of his dress shirt over his head. He lets your pretty hands work out the hair ties in his locks, allowing the neglected black hair fall over his shoulders. He needs a haircut, he knows it in the way his hair falls a little lower than it ever had before. Plans, yeah. He has lots of things he needs to do. Dinner, cleaning, making sure the report comes in on time. God he doesn't need another lecture from–

“Fuck-” His is sudden, low as you press into one of the knots permeating his back. He hadn’t even expected it to come out. He doesn’t think you did either, based on the little squeal that leaves your throat.

“Did that feel good?” You ask simply, continuing to rub circles deep into his shoulder blades. Your tone light, happy. Probably from helping someone relax, yeah, that's probably it. “I’ve taken a few classes, I was thinking about becoming a masseuse awhile ago.” He knows your glossy lips are smiling.

A breathy exhale leaves his lips, your thumbs digging into another sensitive tangle. “Oh really?” He’s not focusing much anymore. There must be some kind of drug laced in your touch. 

“I’ll take that as a yes.” You giggle, hands cresting over the tops of his shoulder, gently rubbing his neck. “Mhmm, I’m real good I think.” 

If he responds, he has no clue what he says. Good is an understatement. Your hands must be god's gift to man. That can be the only explanation. No other human could be capable of this, he doesn’t think. Allowing one’s mind to turn into mush with just simple touches of fingers along their back. It shouldn’t be allowed, legal.

He doesn’t know how much time passes as he sits there, letting you work through his back until it's tender. Needing love and affection when it was just broken and reformed by your hands alone. Your nails gently scratch the skin. He’s forgotten who you are, what you are. You are euphoria across his skin. A feeling swelling in his abdomen as he sinks into total relaxation. 

Well, that is at least until suddenly your hands are on his pecks, your voice cooing in his ear as you fondle him like a porno. The innocent delight in granting someone relief has vanished from you, someone else taking your place. His eyes wide open, heart rate as high as the ceiling in a matter of seconds. 

“See and if you just sit like this–” Your left hand moves to his lower back, forcing it to curve just so, “They look even bigger. Have you ever thought about getting them pierced? Then we could be matching~” His brain can’t wrap around your words, nevertheless what they imply. His head has gone a bit fuzzy, finding trouble keeping up in the shift from cloud nine to being in one of the circles of hell. 

Your voice sounds so sweet, yet your body behaves as a different animal.

Your fingertips flick over the nipple, “It doesn’t hurt too bad I swear… and you’d look real pretty with them too.” Your other hand leaves his back, slowly sliding around his hip. Your fingers dance along the contours of his body, finally resting just along his v-line. Thumb gently running itself across the ridge. Not daring to go any lower. Not yet, anyway. 

If he had anything to say, the words are lost in his throat. How could a delicate touch be so sinful? He has no idea. He can’t find himself moving his head, moving away at all really. Stuck in a state of indecision. Hoping the little balls he feels pressing into his back may or may not be the piercings you speak of so fondly covered by one of your too thin tank tops. He isn’t sure which. His brain is blurry, but his body is responding. His pants are beginning to feel stiff. 

“I can show you if you want~” You purr, your voice somehow closer, etching even deeper into his ear. Lodging itself in his brain in a way that he can't ignore. His body grows tense pulling away ever so slightly when your hands suddenly retract entirely. Finding purchase back on his back as if they were never there to begin with.

“Kidding!!” You giggle, patting his back as your too-sweet nature returns like nothing. Once again leaving him a little more confused than he would like to be. “Don’t be silly Choso, I was only playing. Don’t get your panties all up in a twist!” 

And that was the end of it, at least until Yuuji got home. Until he could retire to the privacy of a shower to manage a little issue. One that didn’t seem to want to resolve itself. One that meant his panties stayed in a twist.

Dinner was had like nothing happened. And it didn’t. Because it was all a joke right? So he shouldn’t dwell. Not when Yuuji smiles at you like that. Not when you two seem perfect for each other. 

His feelings on the issue shouldnt matter. And therefore, they don’t. As long as Itadori is happy, as long as he can keep that smile on his little brother's face, nothing else in the world is of importance to him. 

No matter how much he has to endure. However many times he has to apply sunscreen on your bare back, bikini top untied so as to not miss a spot. However many times he feels your ass pressed against him as you slide in front of him in the kitchen. However many times you fall asleep, clinging to his arm on the couch. Breasts pressed against him just so. However many times he has to ignore your subtle, almost streamlined touches. However many times he has to ‘take care of business’ in the privacy of his own room, triggered from nothing more than watching the way you speak. Watching the way your lips move in their pristine little pout. However many times he has to ignore that feeling bubble up in the pits of his gut. 

Choso is a man with patience. The ability to hold himself back.. He is able to be a pillar of fortitude where most would crumble under the pressure. Women aren’t an issue when it comes to him. He can be sweet, the type of man to look at the ceiling when walking up stairs, the type to walk closest to the road. The one that stays sober at company parties to make sure he can keep his co-workers drinks safe. But this is too much– you are too much. Last night was too much. The very cause for his mental breakdown today. 

He’s a disgusting man. One that has crumbled into a pile of rubble for the woman brought onto his doorstep. One that has dragged him deep down to a place he may never find himself recovering from. He’s a freak, awful, pervert. The worst man alive, if he had to guess.

But your moans are a siren’s call. One he was unable to lure himself away from. One he could no longer battle against. 

When he heard the first pitch from his desk, he ignored it. His imagination had to be the culprit. The second, third, however, no. Those had to be real. Right? His doubts were still clear. Yet, as if his body was acting on its own, he found himself befalling in a way that had long been forgotten in his past. A pervy college freshman, planting his knees on his bed, ear pressed deep into the wall. 

He knew that the moment he did it. He couldn't pull himself away. Even though a voice was screaming at him to stop. To go back to his desk and place his headphones firmly in his ears. To stop listening to your beautiful sounds, those that were filled with pleasure. To move away from the wall as the bed on the other side rocked against it. To stop imagining the skin slapping against your own was his. 

He was too far gone. Too far deluded as his hand found his cock, not bothering to pull down his sweatpants. He still had some class, some grace, he liked to think. He wasn’t completely abhorrent. Even as he ran his thumb over the head, feeling the pre-cum. Sliding it around messily as he tried to find some purchase on sanity. 

His hands were too shaky, from nerves or excitement he could not tell. Maybe he didn’t want to. That would be for the best wouldn’t it? His thumb, shakily, almost impatiently teasing him under the guise of starlight. What would you think if you saw him now? Palming his cock while his thumb ran over the almost red head. Trying desperately to conceal any shred of dignity the poor man had left. To try and go back to before his shaky fingers reached below the hem of his sweats. 

As the thrusts from the other room quickened, your pants and moans quickly quelled any lucid thoughts he may have had left. His hand reacting to the sounds, palm finding the base easily. The groan he let out was a mistake, but fear no longer exists. Not in this world. Not with the direction of his hand, the speed of it as it moves from base to tip. Quickly. Tightly. Almost painfully. He was too worked up, too frustrated from everything you had given him before. Almost, yet never enough. This was the last straw. The last piece of clarity he had before he completely fell to ruin. Imagining himself in his brother's place. Imagining how you must feel. 

He’s a complete sicko. But in the moment, he doesn't care. His arm comes up, resting against the wall. His forehead does the same. His nose scrunches, eyes shut tightly as he tries to picture it. Picture you in his bed, your legs wrapped around his hips. Right above his ass. Ankles trying to cross behind him. Yeah, you would be really pretty there, wouldn’t you? 

If your hands were god’s gift, your pussy had to be heaven. He knows it, right? Cause you're his in this little world. His fingers would slide up your lips, spreading you just enough so he could admire you. See how pretty you would look all puffy from his tongue alone. Fuck– his hips jerk in his hand. He won’t last. 

How could he when you’re under him? Right, cause you’re under him. Letting him fuck you. Every gorgeous moan of his brother's name is his own. Just like you said in his ear that night. 

‘Choso, Choso, Choso~’

Does Yuuji eat you out? Fuck your cunt with his fingers first to make sure you’re ready to take him? No, No! Don’t think about him. Bad Choso, don’t be mean to your brother. Don’t think. This isn’t about him. This is about the new reality, the pretty one where you’re a mess, all sweaty and tangled in his sheets. 

Holy fuck. Your voice is suddenly wild, an orchestra he wishes to listen to every night, and his illusions return to him. His hand moving faster, somehow gripping his cock even tighter. This time, however, you’re in control. Pinning him to the bed, his cock buried deep in your pretty, wet hole. You’re not moving, you refuse to. Grinding your hips in slow, deliberate circles to bring him to the precipice, yet not allowing him to fall over the edge. To see the light of day yet never experience it, locked in a battle of wills. Who will fall first, who will beg. Who will be so desperate for release that they can’t do anything else but turn into a messy puddle.

It will be him, you both know it. At least in his head, you do.  

Your voice cracks, and so does his. A groan he barely muffles with his hand is all he allows himself to manage as he hears you fall over the edge into climax. He does the same, imagining he’s buried deep inside, filling you with his cum. You didn’t let him wear a condom, you never would. 

Thick ropes of white cover his hand as he calms down, rejoining the rest of the world. Panting, teeth marks imprinted into his hand from the force of his jaw. 

He’s been spiralling since then. Afraid he’s gone insane, truly. Maybe he should check himself into a psych ward, yes. That would be for the best. Someone like him shouldn’t be allowed on the streets. A pervert like him that gets off on the idea of fucking his little brothers girlfriend shouldn’t be allowed at all. He’s a sick fucking freak. 

You have to know it, don't know? That’s why you’ve been looking at him differently today? Like there’s a little spark that just has to mean that you know, right? Or is he really going crazy? Imagining that too? He doesn’t know anymore. He doesn’t know much at all. The only reality he knows is the chair he’s sitting in, planting his seat in it since the morning. He hasn’t moved since then– his chin resting in his hands, his knees against his elbows as he stares at nothing in a random corner. Thinking about everything, nothing. 

How could he possibly face you? 

The answer to that question has drawn nothing but blanks in his head. Yet it is answered for him that very afternoon. How lucky he is, huh? His brother waving ‘bye’ to hang out with some of his highschool friends. You felt “sick”, claiming an upset tummy so you didn't want to go. Despite his subtle protests that you should tag along with them anyway, he finds himself alone in a house with the object of both his desires and his downfall into depravity.

Luckiest man alive. Yeah. They should say that at his funeral. But he isn’t going to die, not anytime soon at least. 

He knows that well, not moving from his eyes from their spot in the corner. He can’t now, even if he wanted to. Not with you right in front of him– two, maybe three feet at most from his legs. Pearly yoga mat neatly laid across the floor; water bottle, phone, and towel placed neatly beside on standby. Leggings, too tight leggings stretched across your perfect skin. Tits held in place with a matching sports bra. Following along to the workout video. Pretty, alone in your head. 

In downward dog, ass facing him. Mocking him, scandalising the mere thought of looking away from the corner. If he could see all of that from his peripherals alone, there's no telling what he could see– what he wants to see, from straight on. So there he sits, in his corner. Wishing he could be alone in his own. Wishing you didn’t occupy every crevice of his brain matter. Wishing he was a better man. 

His focus has to be made of stone, face scrunched in that annoyed little manner. Lip up in a little tick. If he was staring any harder, a hole would have bored itself into the drywall. If his attention was any less he would’ve noticed you moving closer, sliding backwards on your hands and knees. Pressing your ass against the erection he had been dead set on ignoring. 

A groan resonates through his throat at the contact. Sudden, unavoidable. Here, now. The supple flesh of your ass against him, teasing him. Taunting him in some way he can’t ignore. His eyes shifting quickly to his lap, looking at you in all of your glory. His hands gripping the arms of the chairs, nails embedding themselves in the cushioned material. The place they will find refuge, home for the next few hours. 

His face finally meets yours, eyes connecting as you look at him from over your shoulder. His brows crease, an ounce of confusion overtaking him. You look annoyed… frustrated. Your eyebrows pinched together, venom in your gaze. Fuck. He must’ve messed up. Did he move closer? Did he accidentally pull you towards him when he wasn’t paying attention? Oh fuck, fucking shit. 

Just as the apology starts to leave his lips you huff. Spinning on your knees, moving right between his legs. Looking up at him from his lap. 

“I don’t fucking get you, Choso.” You say, the hiss of a snake practically wrapped around your vocal cords. What are you talking about? What could you possibly mean? He’s the pervert. He’s the one that needs to be jailed for his crimes– not you. You’re the angel. The one who’s brought so much joy to his little brother. 

Before he can respond, before the words even think about leaving the tip of his tongue your hands are on his thighs. Moving upwards, finding purchase on the hem of his sweatpants. Directing him upwards. Pulling his sweats– the same pair as last night, down over his knees. 

“Like, seriously!” Your voice trills in a whine, annoyed. Once again, he can’t move. Can’t find himself wanting to. He wants to experience this, to experience you firsthand. A better man would move, a better man wouldn’t let their most base desires control him. But he is no better than an ant now, following in your lead. 

“Uhg, I do so much work–” Your hand has found its way inside of his boxers now. He wishes he changed them after last night, but it’s too late for wishing now, isn’t it? “And you don’t even make a move?! Like you’re kidding me, right?” 

He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know a word that’s leaving your lips. If he thought he did, its vanished by the feeling of your smooth, gentle hands wrapped around his cock. Flicking over it almost painfully, like you want to hurt him. Just a little. Just to get back at him for all the turmoil he’s apparently put you through. 

He’s panting now, breath coming out in short bursts through his nose as he watches your hand. Feels it actually touch his skin. Anything he could have imagined was negligible compared to this. Something that couldn’t be reached by anyone else. No one other than you. 

“I play with you so nice too! I treat you like a good toy!” You whine, seeming to get more and more irritated by the second. More and more irritated that he isn’t responding to your words. His cock jumps, more and more precum collecting at the tip. That seems to make you happy, a cute little hum leaving your lips.

 “You want me. Don’t you Choso?” Your eyes are round, looking up at him almost like a puppy dog. No one could turn you away. No one would ever want to when you look at them like that. A curt nod is all he can manage. All he can force out of his body to do with your hand rubbing his cock in a way that should be illegal. Anything more and he would look like a babbling idiot, he’s sure of it. 

You must have some sympathy, some compassion for the man as you let him go. Pull your hands from his boxers. So down on his luck, the most beautiful girl in the world between his legs. A small smile aids itself to your lips as you speak. 

“Let's get these off of you, yeah?” You hum, fingers gently playing with the ridge of his boxers. He doesn’t fight you, doesn’t retreat as you pull them down. “Aww poor thing, you liked the show a little too much last night, huh? Just a mess, huh? You giggle, mocking the state of his undergarments. The places he just couldn’t get clean enough with a towel. God, he really is gross. 

He’s once again wrapped up in himself. In his own thoughts, thinking of trying to get out of your mocking tone. How to save face in front of what he deems perfection. So much so that he entirely misses the way your eyes widen at his size. Whatever you dreamed of, it could not have been this. It’s too big, too big for most anyone to handle. Longer than your hand, thicker than your fingers could wrap around. Pretty veins running along the left side. 

It could destroy you. But it won’t.

“It’s not like that–” His voice is cut off once again with your tongue. A thick strip painting from base to tip. Tasting his salty skin.

Fuck, he falls back into the chair. Trying to find some facet to cling to so he doesn’t black out into utter hysteria. His fantasies never even touched your mouth. Thought of how it might move across his skin. No, he wouldn’t dare. Yet now that he is living it, experiencing it he knows that it wasn’t meant for him to. The mere knowledge that your lips might wrap around the head of his cock sends him teetering over an edge that shouldn’t exist. 

His hips buck upwards, trying to get a small piece of anything you’re willing to spare. “Ah ah, we can’t get ahead of ourselves, yeah? I deserve this, you know? All for me~” He doesn’t know how a voice as pure as yours can touch him like this. Gripping his cock at its base, squeezing it just enough that it hurts, yet not too much so that it’s uncomfortable. One stroke, two is all you give him. Your wrist flicking over the pretty head, spreading his precum all along his length as lubricant. 

He does all he can to stifle his groans; pretend he isn’t completely falling apart. But your lips lick the head, smiling at the taste. Moving to just take the head inside of your mouth. Slowly moving your head up and down. Watching him, perceiving him. Observing the twitches of his mouth, the brace of his hands, the plant of his feet on the floor. The way his hips beg to move, to piston upwards to fuck your throat dry. Awww~ but it doesn’t look like he can even do that.

His eyes are glossy. Face red up to his ears.You gag, taking in just a little bit more than you were meant too. A smile twitching to your mouth as you finally hear it, the thing you thought you heard last night. Ah, his voice! Who would have thought, truly, that a man could turn into this? 

You did, of course. And ever since first laying eyes on his pale face, his tired eyes, you knew you wanted to do it to him over, and over, and over again. Good thing Yuuji said you could, huh? Even if it took a little begging. 

A choked cry leaves his throat as you pull away. His hips arching, bucking up to try and find relief once again inside of your mouth. He’s desperate, brought back down to his base instincts as a man. A short whisper of a word leaves his throat as you stand, thinking you’re leaving him. Leaving him with nothing but a sore cock once again.

“You’re gonna fill me up good, right puppy?” But you’re not leaving him. You’re pulling off your leggings, panties following suit. You’re crawling onto his lap. Knees balanced against the arm rests as you position your tight, practically dripping hole above his cock. God, you look so needy. Probably are so needy, just wanting him. Only wanting the satisfaction he can provide. 

God, your fingers. They’re spreading your lips so he can see. See just what he’s done from sitting there and taking it like a good boy. He was right. Your body was constructed by the heavens above. Perfect in all its glory. A finger running between your folds, collecting yourself on your fingers. 

“Will it fit?” He asks, though it almost comes out as a plea. Desperate to feel you, to have you wrapped around him. “Let me~” You shush him, fingers sliding into his mouth. Letting him taste you. Taste what he is missing out on.

“Mmm mmm.” You mutter simply, though he’s too distracted. Too distracted until you lower yourself onto him; just enough so the head inside. Just enough so that you can at least try to adjust to the intrusion that he brings. His head is a messy fog. Hips gently rocking, trying to gain some relief while not pushing your poor, under prepared hole.

Your hands on his abdomen as you slowly begin to slide up and down, taking in a little more and more with each motion. Filling you up completely, painfully. Heavenly. His hands find your hips. Soothing the burn, rubbing gentle circles into whatever flesh he can find. Thanking you for not pushing him away. 

“Shit–” The cuss strings past your lips as your hips meet his, a loud groan leaving his own. The light of the living room proving evidence of your sin. 

His eyes look down, finding where your bodies meet, “Fuck me…” He groans, his always tired eyes looking more alert, more at attention than they ever have before. Watching as you rock your hips slowly, deliberately. You only watch him. A sheen of sweat already covering both of your bodies. 

His thumb slides down, finding purchase on your clit. He groans at the sight, rubbing circles into the soft bundle of nerves. He’s not going to last. He knows it. He’s going to completely blow his load before your first bounce on his cock. Fuck, he can’t take it. He knows he won’t be able to with the way you squeeze around him. The way your walls flutter so tight over his length.

God he should have taken his time, urged you to let him eat you out or something so he could have had the chance to calm down. To relax for a moment before his cock was nestled deep inside. Fuck. 

And now you’re moving. The pain subsided, turning into nothing but pleasure. And god he must be leaving holes in the fucking chair, his hands returning to their places on the arm rest. He makes the mistake of looking, watching his cock glide inside your pussy effortlessly. Watching as you make a mess all over his lap. Watching as he makes a mess all over you. 

God and it’s over for him, his head thrown back against the chair. His hips jerking wildly into your wet heat as he fucks his cum deep into your walls. Watch as the room goes white, euphoria filling his senses. 

Shame is all he feels as he drops back against the chair. He’s disappointed you, he knows he has. There is no other explanation. You didn’t get off at all and he's received, well, everything. Apologies tumble from his mouth, over and over again they are spoken. Yet, when he finds your eyes already staring back down at him, there's something off. A fire inside of them, one that refuses to be quelled. 

Your hips don’t stop moving, don't stop the ease of grinding against him. Sliding almost all the way out, just until he can see the start of the head before landing all the way back down. You’re not stopping, and his cock isn’t getting soft.

“Awwww!” You giggle, hands pressing against his pecks, leaning close to his face so he can hear you nice and clear. Hear the smile, the mockery in your tone. “You just couldn’t hold it in huh? What a cute, pathetic little thing!” 

His cock is growing sore, it’s hurting. It’s too sensitive. He can’t take it. He doesn’t want to.

“Don’t worry, yeah? I’m still gonna cum so don’t feel bad, hmm? Just be a good little cock toy.” 

Or does it hurt? Does it feel good? His head arches back, conflicting feelings of both pain and pleasure overtaking his senses. He tries to focus on one or the other, anything really, but he can’t. He can’t do anything but sit there and be good just for you. He knows he wants to do that. It’s the least he can do, right? For being just a wretched, pathetic man. 

Too bad it's so hard to pull away. But you’re addicting, and he can’t help but try to find his fix. No matter how much it hurts, he can’t help but find sparks in the way you move. Your hips moving rapidly, fucking yourself onto his cock without a care for how he might be feeling. How good he must be feeling dancing along the fine line between pain and pleasure, not daring to stick a toe into either side of the tides for fear of not returning. 

Not a care for how you grab his hand, press his thumb against your clit and rub circles until he gets the hint, gaining enough clarity to do it on his own. Your voice is all he can hear through his rough pants, air catching in his throat forming a groan every time you move. Every time you test him, urge him to stop if he can’t take it.

But he will take it. He’ll feed himself to you on a silver platter, apple tied in his mouth if you wanted him to. He takes all of it. Basks in the glow of your pussy finding pleasure in his cock. And once again he can feel the bubble in the pit of his stomach growing, telling him once again that he’s close. So terribly close he doesn’t know how much more he can take. 

So he focuses on your voice– tries to at least. As much as he can while his head is spinning. Filled with clouds and spinning like a cyclone. The beautiful melodic voice he heard when you first arrived. The pristine laugh you let out on the first night. The whines you’d release when he’d rub sunblock into his back, and now the same voice he heard the night before. Chanting his name, whispering it close in his ear. Only this time it’s real. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your moans filling his ear drums. 

His name falling from your lips as you moan about how close you are. About how good he feels. 

Your hips moving faster, harsher against his own than ever before. His thumb pressing against your clit, urging you to your release as he hangs on the precipice of his own. Cock twitching with every menstruation, walls fluttering against him until finally, your hips fall against his own. Your voice letting out a moan, his own doing the same as he releases thick streams of white into your walls for the second time that night. 

You tighten around him, almost unbearably so with how sensitive, how much of a mess the poor man’s cock is. Your hips grinding gently, coaxing the both of you through your orgasms until bodies fall against one another. The waves of pleasure soothing into a gentle tide, neither of you moving to remove yourselves from the other. 

Your head rests against his shoulder, his hand coming up to hold the back of your neck gently. To keep you there, to bask in the moment before the timer comes to an end and he realises what he has done. What the both of you have done. He should panic. He should. But all of the energy is sucked dry from his body. He can’t move, he doesn’t want to. Not when his cock is still tucked deep inside of you. When he can still feel you. 

After the glow has faded and only sweaty bodies are left in the room you get up, though he isn’t entirely sure when. His eyelids heavy, falling down no matter how hard he tries to keep them awake. 

When he wakes up, nothing is amiss. His pants are up, his hair is combed. You and Yuuji are sitting happily on the couch watching a movie. Was it all a dream? No, no it couldn’t have been. That doesn’t make sense. He knows it was real. He knows it. 

“Morning.” Itadori smiles, noticing his big brother awake. Looking around the room in utter shock and confusion. His eyes slowly drift to the both of you, Yuuji’s arm tucked around your shoulders like nothing. 

The knowing smile you give him is all the evidence he needs that it was real. 

“We didn’t wake you up, right?” You ask innocently, head tilting to the side. He shakes his head, still in a bit of shock.  “Good, good…” you sing song, turning your attention back to the tv with ease. 

“Did you wanna tell him the good news or should I?” Yuuji asks, looking over to you with that confident smile he always has on his face. The smile Choso loves. The one he wants to protect and keep safe as his big brother. 

“Me! Me!” You say excitedly, almost bouncing in your seat. “Yuuji invited me to stay over the summer too! Isn’t that amazing?!”

Choso is going to die. For real this time.

Dating Yuji Itadori <3

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Dating Yuji Itadori pt.2 <3

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Dating Yuji Itadori pt.3 <3

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years from now - itadori yuuji

genre: fluff and comfort | notes: self indulge fic, an old prompt I saw in my notes. |

- in which yuuji itadori promises to love you million years from now.

enjoy your meal!

Itadori Yuuji has seen a lot of things in his life, despite the fact that never ending fights against curses, he never knew that the greatest thing or mystery he would unfold was you. Here you are now, staring at him, while the moon was also complimenting him in glee: it must be fate or maybe something else, but Yuuji always thanked the gods that he met you.

You wandered alone through those empty halls of the building but right now, here you are watching him as he tries to reclaim his old strength that once was lost. “Yuuji, why don’t you try to rest, first?” He was indeed tired but the moon seemed to show his admiration for the boy, his endless pretty details feeding the lack of shine of the stars. “I need to get stronger..” He muttered as he stared at your eyes with a glimpse of hope and home. He listened to you, and thank you for staying in with him

“What movie should we watch tomorrow?” You asked him, as he sat next to you, “It depends, Gojo-sensei is picking what movie I should watch next..” He sighed, “Wel, if you say so...” Then it was silence, not that kind you would like to run away with but a kind of silence that is comforting and full of warmth.

The starry night took away Itadori’s tiredness, and he leaned his head on your shoulder. “What did I do to deserve you?” You had to admit it was such a common line to use by such but it meant everything to Itadori. “It doesn’t matter what you did, all I know is that we both deserve each other..” Truth to be told, you also thought of things that maybe Itadori deserved better but here you are now, him next to you under the same room with the same night sky. “The moon is indeed pretty...” You said with a smile on your face, earning a chuckle from Itadori.

“Yep, It is indeed pretty.” He then lifted his head and looked up. “I wonder how pretty the sun is..” You whispered but Itadori smiled and replied. “I bet the sun is also really pretty, maybe the sun shines like that because when you look at the sun you’ll be blinded by its beauty.” He joked, which you gave in. “What?” You noticed him staring again.

“You look pretty, when you laugh..”

He told and as if it was a magical spell you immediately got flustered with his words. You smiled at him and pinched the bridge of his nose, as the night started to get deeper Yuuji vowed to you that.

“(Name). Years from now, million years from now. I would still choose to love you.”

And the goddess of moon always knew that in every timeline it would always end with him next to you.

The end -

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extra notes: i made this fic as a surprise for @lethargicyashi, because they need *cough* brain juice *cough* love you bro, be safe and take a rest too love uu xoxo

Fucking IMMACULATE ✨🥴🥵

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 | itadori yuuji

warnings . . . fem reader ( she / her prns ), frat boy yuuji, oral sex ( m -> f ), fingering, squirting, pet name usage ( ex. good girl, pretty, baby ), dacryphilia, creampie, reader’s 19 + yuu’s 20 n he has a fat dick :c

word count . . . approx. 3.6k

maisie's note ! . . . no wordz. dis all started off as a drabble given to me by my puppie nonnie. title based off of one my favvv songz ever by faye ! minors pls don’t interact :3 & if i missed anything in da tagz let me know ! muah ! !

temptation comes in the form of three embodiments.

they’re simple; the desire of the flesh — things that our physical bodies crave. the desire of the eyes — accouterments that look good or that we think make us look good, and ultimately, the pride of life — the things that give us status.

or, at the very least, that’s what you’ve been taught, told, and trained to think. 

wrong.

they’ve all been so . . fucking . . wrong; completely steered left of what true, distilled, unadulterated temptation looks like. it doesn’t come in the form of a slithering, machiavellian serpent nor a candy-red painted ferrari full to the brim of duffel bags of thousands. no, not even close.

it’s in the incarnation of a guy — a boy with fluffy tufts of cotton candy pink seated atop a head and rings of bubbling, golden champagne wrapped around dark, bottomless pupils. and it’s not like you aren’t aware of how itadori yuuji makes you feel, contradictorily, it’s quite the opposite. you’re a little bit too keen on realizing how sometimes you’d catch the broad line of his stature across your campus’ quad, how sometimes you don’t even mean to but you’d find yourself daydreaming about those pretty hands you’d normally see wrapped around the girth of a football, his duffel bag strap, and even a bottle of glacier cherry gatorade ( his favorite flavor, you picked that up too ) intertwined within your own. 

yuuji’s an enticement — or, let your sorority president say it, a stratagem used to lure you in, just as the rest of his ‘ detestable, disgusting, and obnoxious ‘ frat brothers are.

“i dunno,” you always tell her — voice soft and gentle in a way to assure her that you weren’t enervating her authority. “he seems pretty sweet.” 

he is. you’re sure of it. 

because no one else offers to carry your duffel on the walk to your sorority house at night when it’s cold and your muscles are taut and pulled tight after two and a half hours of splits, round offs, and full twists. especially not during rush week, when yuuji himself should be exhausted with football practice, exams, and being on his fraternity’s executive council. 

but that’s the thing — it’s rush week.

“and it gets pretty crazy out here on campus, not gonna lie,” he gives you a charming, little smile, holding the both of your duffel bags on one of his shoulders like they were merely the weight of a simple backpack. 

you’re curious and it shows in your voice when you gently murmur, “like how?” because you’re only a freshmen, only been in eta phi mu gamma for a piffling four months now. you’re, what everyone on campus older than you seems to call, fresh meat. 

and yuuji seems like he hadn’t expected you to ask that question, because his lips part at the opening of his sentence before they snap back closed then he’s furrowing his eyebrows a bit and giving a small, ‘ hm. ‘ “uh, ‘s just a lot of . . tension, among all of the frats and sororities,” his voice grows a little dimmer here but his smile widens. “ ‘specially between yours and mine.”

“mhm.” you’re growing closer and closer to your house and you are fully aware of the fact that your president refuses to sleep until she’s absolutely sure everyone’s inside, which sometimes leaves her pacing the foyer and checking the windows at random intervals. so, you stop yuuji about two houses away with a small hand to his chest. he’s taller than you, hence you having to tilt your chin skywards just a bit to make eye contact with him, and he’s staring at you — with this faraway glint in his eye and just the slightest curve of a smirk lifting the corner his lips.

you quickly grow coy. “thank you for walking me home.”

“mhm.”

he’s not making a move to give you your bag just yet, consequently leaving you to keep talking. “i appreciate it, a-a lot, yuuji. i know you’re probably tired, too.”

“ ‘s no problem.” 

when he hands you your duffel, your fingers brush up against one another’s and you try not to flinch back too quick in fear of giving him the wrong idea — that you didn’t like the feeling because you really, really did. 

he smiles, all big, bright, and boyish that has all of the sharp lines and etches that make up his handsome face softening — his pretty eyes crinkling up into curved crescents and his cheeks fattening up at the apples. “i’ll see you later, yeah?”

you’re blushing, “yeah,” you whisper. “mhm. bye, yuuji.”

“president aoi of kappa tau nu has invited us to a party tonight and we’re going — and before you all ask, yes, this is a mandatory event and no, you, and i’m looking at you mai, can not squirm your way out of this by faking the stomach flu. we’re all going.”

you don’t understand the logic behind some of your prex’s decisions, however, you know better than to ask her or your vice president to elaborate on them. to your knowledge, the bickering and quarrel between kappa tau nu and eta phi mu gamma has dated back a few decades — a classic prank on the other gone wrong that’s sparked a rivalry that’ll, by reasonable assumption, edge into a lifetime.

you’re aware that your president would rather you and your sisters not to speak to, let alone have sexual relations with, a member of kappa tau nu, however, all things considered, itadori yuuji is, and will always be a carrot, and you, a ditzy, dumb, little bun. 

because you don’t know how you ended up ass up, face down with your flimsy, silk, lace trimmed and cherry printed dress pushed up underneath the globes of your tits in someone’s bed ( you think it’s yuuji’s friend inumaki’s given the tiny star wars figurines and topple of books sitting on a desk beside an apple computer ) after only stepping foot into this party twenty minutes ago, but, you are. 

and yuuji’s behind you, dressed in a pair of dark washed levis, a simple white tee, his letterman jacket, and a gold, rope chain hanging from his neck. you can feel it swinging back and forth against your thighs as his chilled, calloused fingers took hold of the soft, full meat of your ass cheeks to spread them apart and get a nice eye full of your winking taint and dripping pussy.

you’re whining, fist loosely curled up in front of your mouth, and small feet kicking ‘cause you feel him just staring and you need him to do something. “yuuji, please.”

his pretty, lil cheerleader.

he’s had his eye on you since the moment he saw you moving your things into the eta phi mu gamma house across the street and four down from his window. so pretty, you’re just so . . fucking . . pretty, and yuuji needed you like a human being needed fucking air. fuck aoi, fuck your president, and fuck anyone who wants to get in the way of him having you right here and fucking now.

‘cause you’re so sweet, all doe-eyed, tender, and gentle — offering him another gatorade when your squad decides to practice on the field with his team and you slip off to the vending machine ‘ because it’s really hot out here and i thought you’d be thirsty, ‘ you always say. 

“oh, fuck,” he breathes out, rolling the spheres of your ass in slow circles while slowly pressing them in close together then pulling back apart to watch your pussy open up and close back again like a shy, blossoming flower. 

you’re dripping. there’s a pearl of slick clinging onto your little clit before it slowly starts to drop — lengthening an orb into a sticky thread. “fuck,” he says again, although his voice ebbs off into a little whine at the end of the word and his hand falls down onto the soft skin of your ass with a sharp smacking sound. “prettiest lil pussy i’ve ever seen.”

you whimper. yuuji’s ears catch it. 

he laughs, it’s soft and husky — like the sight of you has him short of breath. “is my admiration of you taking too long?”

surprisingly you nod, and he watches your little fingers curl into fists to grasp onto the soft, navy blue duvet. 

“huh?” yuuji lets his tongue press against the inside of his cheek while he smiles. “yeah?”

and you hiccup, softly mumbling out, “uh huh. wan’ — i wan’ you right here.” you reach out between your legs to grab a few of his fingers and press them against your cunt. without hesitation, he watches your thighs tremble at the sensation of his graze.

“want me right here?” yuuji doesn’t want to tease you. the sound of his clothes rustling against one another as he moves to arch himself over you has you curling your toes in your soft white, frilly socks. “want yuuji right here?” his breath hits the shell of your ear while he starts to rub your clit in soothing, little circles and your eyelashes flutter closed as your mouth drops open around a soft cry.

“yes, please,” you’re whimpering and nodding, threaded brows furrowing in close which has the skin folding between them. “please, yuu’ — h-hah.”

soft, sticky kisses are stamped across your ear, down your neck, to your cheek. you have to tilt your head back to sloppily smack your lips to his into a sodden, unkempt kiss, allowing him access when he politely asks for it which has your tongue gliding past his lips, against the roof of his mouth and his around yours. 

his hand leaves your cunt, just for a moment so that he can swat another spank to your ass and squeeze the skin and then his fingers touch your pussy again — glide against the folds of your labia, across your clit, and dip just the slightest bit inside of you; almost as if he were collecting every single drop of your essence on the pads of them just so that he can break your kiss, lift up on his knees, and lay his digits against the cushion of his own tongue.

“fuck.”

you taste heavenly. scarily so. 

he needs a drink from the direct source. down he goes, and up he pushes you, so that he can peel apart your cheeks again and snap his mouth shut around your fat, leaking pussy. 

your little legs shoot up and your spine pulls straight. it’s a sudden surge of overwhelming pleasure before his tongue starts to steadily stroke against the throbbing bead of your clit which has you trembling back lax with a shaky, little, “oh, yuu’” gliding past your lips while your eyes roll into the back of your head. 

yuuji’s sloppy with it, as with almost everything he does. he fucks his spit into you with the pointed end of his tongue until it overfills and starts to drip back out of you, mixed poorly with the cherry sweetness of your slick which permits him with the chance to wrap his lips around your clit and suck. 

and you give him the prettiest sounds — high pitched whines, weak gurgles, and sloppy slurs of his name because of the drool trickling down the corner of your glossed lips.

you let the tops of your socked feet press into the back of yuuji’s head to pull him in and you push yourself rearward closer to his face. “d-don’t stop,” you’re mewling, hips starting to lift and drop so that you’re blatantly using his fucking face and yuuji thinks he’s two seconds away from cumming in his pants. “please. please, yuuji.”

he won’t. he won’t.

the sounds echoing off within the four walls of inumaki’s room, over the hard bass of bryson tiller’s sorry not sorry are disgusting. waterfalls composed from the mix of his saliva and your juices drip off of yuuji’s chin and smears against the surface of his cheeks with loud squelches and slurps and he lets his tongue slip back into his mouth to swallow what you give him with an audible gulp. 

because of how good it feels, tears start to bubble up and glaze over your eyes, turning your once sharp vision into a blur as you feel yuuji’s hands grip onto your hips to pin you still. “c-cumming,” you gasp. “‘mcumming’mcumming.”

the feel of your little pussy clenching and relaxing around his tongue, followed by the gooey feel of your release dripping down across it has yuuji flat out mesmerized. he doesn’t think he can stop. he wants to pin you here for the rest of both of your days and have more — doesn’t think he can go on with the rest of his life knowing you have the sweetest fucking pussy he’s ever tasted and not having it in his mouth every second of everyday. 

“ ‘s so much,” you’re whimpering come a minute later when you’re realizing that yuuji hasn’t moved and looks like he doesn’t plan on moving for a while. “yuu’ — yuuji, p-please, ‘s too much.”

he’ll have mercy on you . . just this one time. 

he pulls off out of breath and lets you fall into a limp less lump. you thought that’d be it — that he’d be done, but you hear the sound of his clothes rustling again, and the heavy thump of his letterman falling on the floor then you’re being flipped over and your calves are touching your ears. it happens in a whirr too fast for your ditzy, little brain to handle but when it all catches up, you’re aware that yuuji has the bottom hem of his tee held between the sharp, white lines of teeth and he’s tapping his fat cock against the plush meat of your needy pussy.

“she’s so fuckin’ greedy,” he mumbles, voice muffled beneath the fabric. “can i have it, baby? . . hm?”

you shouldn’t let him. are you giving yourself up too easy? how would your president feel about this? what if you get pregnant? why is his cock so fucking fat? 

“uh huh.”

your glazed over eyes look up into his the minute he starts to inch in with a careful nudge of his hips. your pussy opens up beautifully and welcomes him with needy clenches and quivers. “h-hng, shit,” your eyebrows are furrowing and face is grimacing and you’re trying to pull your hips back ‘cause — fuck, it’s too big. “no, no—“

“—uh uh, c’mere.”

you’re sniffling, “yuuji, it’s too big—“

“—it’ll fit,” he shushes you and leans down to lay a sweet kiss on your lips. “i’ll make it fit. shh, jus relax f’me. mhm, there you go.”

what’s the point of letting you suffer eight minutes — a minute for every inch of him — in pain? yuuji leans up, shoots a line of spit on your clit to help lube up the slide then pulls his hips back before pushing all of him inside of you with a firm snap of his hips.

your gasp is loud — he wouldn’t be surprise if someone heard it downstairs even over the music — and the sharp, tapered squares of your acrylics dig into the muscled meat of his shoulders. “there we go,” he’s groaning and kissing your tears away, maybe even licking a few here and there, but that’s neither here nor there. yuuji just wants you to know that he’s proud of you. “good girl.”

his initial thirsts are long and slow. you feel every single fucking inch and it’s otherworldly. one of your arms finds itself draped over the back of his neck and your other hand grips onto his bulging bicep as you look between your bodies to watch him plunge down into your soppy center then back out, shaft coming out wetter and wetter than before.

“oh god,” your voice is weak and trembly. “oh god, yuuji.”

“good fuckin’ girl.” with each thrust inside, a splatter of wetness sprays out of you and wets his groin and lower tummy. yuuji doesn’t even think you’re cumming again, you’re just that fucking soaked and god, he can’t believe you’ve held this from him for this long. 

from then on out it’s nothing but deep, rough thrusts of his cock falling in and lifting out of your soft pussy. you feel so sensitive. each thrust has your body breaking out into shudders and you can’t seem to keep your eyes open, no matter how hard you try. his cockhead nudges the ridge of your cervix just the slightest and you think it should be painful, it kind of is, but it’s mostly fucking addicting. 

“ ‘m gonna cum — h-hm — a-again, yuuji.”

oh god, you’re pouting at him — bottom lip jutted out the tiniest bit and your eyes are bright and teary. “go ahead,” he’s panting and marking a hickey against the crook of your neck. somewhere he knows it’d be hard for you to cover with sweaters and hoodies and high necked tees. “lemme have it, huh? let me have it, pretty.”

your head tilts back and tendons in your neck strain as the previous composure you’ve been trying to contain finally drops the second your cum starts to squirt out around his dick, leaving yuuji having to pull out and rub your pulsing clit until your shudders ease off into tolerable twitches. “h-hah . . mm.” sniffling, you’re holding tight onto his forearms to pull him back up towards you. 

“so fuckin’ gorgeous,” he’s whispering against your lips and lifting you up into his arms. “why are you so pretty, hm?”

you’re tired and you’re sweaty and you think he’s drained every ounce of energy within your body, but you don’t think you want to stop. not ever. not with him. 

“c’mon,” you’re wiggling your hips at him when you manage to roll over onto on all fours, back arched and knees spread. “gimmie. wan’ more, yuuji.”

“y’sure?” he’s already grabbing the girth of his dick within one big hand and inching his tip past a band of muscle. he waits for your little ‘mhm’ though prior to him slipping all the way inside. one of your hands reach back to press against his tummy, “ ‘s deep.” so yuuji opts to grab it, plus your other, cross them, and pin them to your lower back.

his pace is steady. smack. smack. smack.

your voice is muffled in the thick fabric of the comforter as a few pillows began to topple over the edge of the bed due to the sheer power and strength behind each one of his pounds. “fuckfuckfuckfuck.”

“shit, y’gonna make me cum,” he hisses, watching the meat of your ass jiggle with each hit of his pelvis against it. “god, good fuckin girl.”

a smack to your ass, grip of your tit, and the sound of your teary ‘ yuuji ‘ has his orgasm hitting him like a fucking eighteen wheeler. yuuji forces himself to pull out and jerks his palm over his girth — two, three times before lines of thick, white cum are spurting out from the crown of his cock and painting your ass and lower back. “jesus f-fuckin’—“

you’re panting and yuuji’s groaning, letting his cock rub between the soft skin of your ass cheeks until he’s spent. and you don’t know what you expect to happen between you now … you allow yourself to fall flat on your tummy though, and you feel him climbing off the bed and the sound of his clothes shuffling again.

you expect that he’s probably getting back dressed and leaving and you try not to let your heart fall too deep into the pit of your stomach because — it’s to be expected. you both, somewhat, got what you wanted and it was, somewhat, more than enough.

but, then there’s the feeling of a warm, damp cloth wiping up the cooling cum sitting on your backside and you’re lifting your head to see that yuuji had only slid back on his boxers, leaving his jeans and jacket off and — he isn’t leaving.

shockingly different from the darkened eyes that were just pinning you down where you laid two minutes ago, he’s giving you a kind smile to match twin orbs of honey brown. “y’feel okay?” he’s softly asking. “sore anywhere?”

“h-huh?” your lips are plump and gaped open and, fuck, yuuji hates that his dick twitches in his briefs. he wants to tell himself he’s had enough. “no, no. ‘m okay, i feel,” you look away and he watches a cute, shy smile start to lift your lips. “i feel . . good.”

“you feel . . good?” yuuji copies the dreamy, soft way you said it and watches you flush and go to roll over and throw a pillow to his head. he chuckles. “alright. alright, i just wanna be sure.”

your lips wrap around a big ‘o’ and your eyes squint close as a long yawn crawls from the base of your throat. 

“you’re sleepy,” he hums and grabs his phone from the nightstand to check the time. “ ‘s only ten pm, baby.”

you’re still whimpering and nuzzling the comforter underneath your cheek like a lazy kit, like you couldn’t care less about what he’s spewing. “ ‘m tired, yuu’,” you’re pouting and blinking slowly at him. 

yuuji’s sighing and lets the room take on a calm silence … and he isn’t surprised when your eyes start to close with the somewhat quiet comfort. “fuck, c’mon.” he’s grabbing his letterman and lifting you up so that he can push one of your arms into the sleeve, then the other, then he’s buttoning it all the way up to the neck. “ ‘s isn’t my room—“

“—i knew it wasn’t,” you grumble through a stubborn pout, watching him quickly put back on his jeans. he doesn’t even bother zipping them up, simply swoops you up into his arms bridal style after grabbing your phone, pocketing it, then taking your fluffy, little handheld purse and throwing his arm through the strap and over his shoulder.

“let’s go,” he chuckles and kisses your temple. “and, uhm, lets make sure to never mention this to toge, alright?”

he waits for your sleepy ‘mhm’ before opening the door and slipping out into the hall before down to his own room, letting his door shut behind you both with a soft click.

❤︎ — all rights reserved ! © tnyiest !

YUUJI IS SO CUTE 🤍🪽

brothers 彡

ac: Meriatyxx

bro-code.ᐟ | y.itadori x f!reader

synopsis : You're megumi's little sister, that means hands off you according to bro-code, only problem is yuuji's so in love with you. Will he risk going against his best friend and breaking bro-code?

warnings : profanity, somewhat mean yuuji, making out, megumi walks in, mutual pining, they’re shirtless.

wc : 2.5k

You were Megumi's sister, he'd known you since the start of high school, and his feelings for you just continued to grow.

5:10 pm

you heard a knock on your door, You open it and you see your brother's cute best friend Yuuji standing outside the door with what looked like a disk for a console game in his hand.

"Megumi home yet? He was supposed to be here to play with me"

Yuuji says breaking the silence.

You snap out of it, realizing you had been staring at him for the past 2 minutes.

"No sorry he isn't, You're welcome to stay inside and wait for him."

You shrug and give him an awkward smile pointing to the inside of your apartment, the tension in the air getting thicker and thicker.

"Sure! I'll come in and wait for him."

Yuuji says, entering your apartment and making himself comfortable on the couch.

You shut the door and follow him.

Although the both of you know each other, you've never had a conversation that lasted more than 5 minutes. 'This is going to be awkward' The both of you seem to share the same thought, unaware of how the other feels.

"Yuuji, why don't you text him."

You say trying hard to find any reason to talk to him.

"That's.. a good idea."

Yuuji says, pulling out his phone from the pocket of his jeans.

"Hey dude, how long until you get here? I'm already here, you're sister let me in."-5:16 pm

Yuuji texts Megumi, and his phone buzzes again a minute later.

"Got busy with something, be there by 8."-5:17 pm

He shuts off his phone and puts it on the coffee table, stretching his feet out and getting comfortable. 'I'm gonna spend almost 3 hours alone with her? I really hope I don't bore her or make her hate me.' Yuuji thinks to himself, looking at you.

"Megumi's gonna be home by 8, I'm gonna wait here for him, if that's alright with you."

Yuuji asks you, hoping you say yes.

"Yeah, sure if you don't mind being alone with me."

You respond, letting out a small laugh at the end of your sentence. He lets out an awkward chuckle in response.

'This is my chance.' The both of you think to yourself as you clear your throat trying not to let the conversation die.

"You said you were going to play with him right? How about we play to kill the time? I'm not as good as Megumi but I'm sure you at least won't die of boredom."

You say, your eyes lighting up with a glimmer.

"Sure, I hope you're not a sore loser because I'm not going to go easy on you."

He says as he gets up and turns on the TV and the console then proceeds to enter the disk, handing you the controller as he sits back on the couch.

"I'd like to see you try to win."

You say, clearly excited to play as you take the controller and ask.

"You ready Yuuji? Better start getting ready to lose now."

"As if, I'm gonna win."

Yuuji says as he sets up a custom FIFA match for you.

"Need a recap of the controls? Don't want you saying you didn't know how to do that after you lose."

"Nah I'm good."

You and Yuuji share a cocky smile as you divert your attention back to the screen. 3…2…1..START the TV screen reads as the room gets silent, the only sounds heard are the beeping of the controller and the game noises.

6:07 pm

Game over. Yuuji wins!

He looks at you with a mischievous grin on his face.

"Sucks to suck loser."

He chuckles and gives you a fake look of sympathy.

"That was only warmup, Let's play more, best of 3."

You say pouting and looking away.

"Sure princess. I'd be happy to defeat you a second time."

Yuuji says, leaning in closer to you as his voice gets deeper and his eyes glisten. He's clearly trying to flirt but doesn't want to make it too obvious.

You blush at the nickname but you try not to let it bother you. 'It probably meant nothing,' you say to yourself as you brush it off and give him a serious glare.

"Let's go then. The loser does whatever the winner wants."

"Sure what are you waiting for."

He says with a determined look on his face. He was gonna win at any cost.

You turn your attention back to the screen again as you play another round.

6:51 pm

Game over. Yuuji wins.

Your face turns into a face of defeat as you look down trying not to meet eyes with him.

"Getting shy now that you lost princess?"

Yuuji says as he moves in ever so close to you.

"The loser does whatever the winner wants."

He reminds you as you're rendered speechless, your face inches away from his as you feel yourself getting redder. You take a good look at him, analyzing his face.

He's so fucking pretty. He has pretty brown eyes, long eyelashes, plump pink lips, and a good smile, he has an undercut with pink dye and he smells like the ocean mist. He's not that muscular but just enough to the point where he has buff arms and toned abs. You're so in love with him and you've barely ever spoken to him. You just want to kiss him so bad. You snap out of your trance as you say.

"What do you want me to do pretty boy?"

Your crush on him is so fucking obvious, he doesn't seem to mind though, in fact, it looks like he's planning something.

'Shit, Megumi's gonna kill me for breaking bro code but I've come so far, no use backing down now.'

Yuuji thinks to himself, upon hearing you call him a pretty boy, his face is stained with a deep pink hue.

'I'm gonna do it.' he thinks to himself.

He leans closer to you his lips slightly parted.

"What? Are you too scared now pretty boy, You don't have to do it you know you could jus-"

He closed his eyes as he placed a gentle kiss on your lips, not wanting to pull away but he did, his mind started overthinking as he opened his eyes to look at you.

You're brains scrambled, and you're dazed for a second, it's clear you enjoyed the kiss, you pause for a second as you move closer to him, reducing the distance he put between you.

"If you wanted to do that you could've just told me, you didn't have to stop me mid-sentence. Although I'm not opposed to it either."

You say smirking as you look at him, your face turning to a dark hue of red as you give him a small but comforting smile.

"I've wanted to do that for so long, you have no idea. Wait does this mean you like me? Because I like you, I've liked you for so long, didn't know how to say it thought."

He says kinda embarrassed but also happy after that kiss.

"God yes, I like you so so much."

You say laughing as you grab his hand and intertwine it with yours.

"Does this mean we can y-you know um date and stuff?"

Yuuji asks, his eyes lighting up as he looks at you, curious about how you answer his question.

“Of course Yuuji my pretty boy”

You respond giving him a soft smile.

You both were still visibly flustered, eyes meeting each other, as you leaned closer feeling his warm breath on your face.

“I guess this is a good time…”

Yuuji says as he looks at your mouth, wanting to kiss you again, his eyes are still locked onto yours, waiting for you to say something.

“Good time to what?”

You ask, leaning in even closer.

“To do this princess.”

Yuuji pauses before he softly presses his lips against yours kissing you deeply with his eyes closed, his hands wrapping around you, he holds you close to him as he deepens the kiss.

“..so good…baby...”

You say mumbling as you grab onto him bringing him closer.

He kept going, closing his eyes as he kissed you. It was hard for him to stop now, not that he wanted to. He pulled away for a moment, opening his eyes as he breathed heavily.

“Your lips are so addictive I can’t stop.”

Yuuji looked at you as he spoke, slightly parting his lips. He was planning on doing something.

He got closer to you, kissing you again.

You felt his tongue run against your lower lip. His hands come over to your head, as they run through your hair.

“You’re making me want to do this princess.”

His tongue went further in, touching the roof of your mouth as his eyes stayed on yours.

“Don’t stop pretty boy…”

You say letting out soft whimpers and moans.

He had a playful look in his eyes as he kept going, he got a little more aggressive as his tongue got deeper.

You rake your fingers through his pink fluffy hair as your other hand cups his cheeks bringing him impossibly closer.

He let out a low moan when he felt how you were pulling him in closer. He was clearly very flustered.

Your hand pulls on his hair causing him to let out a few more moans as your other hand drops from his cheek to his shirt tugging on it.

He broke away from the kiss for a moment, pulling his shirt off as he threw it to the side cupping your face and kissing you again.

His actions were flirty and playful as he kept kissing you, you could see his toned body and muscles now.

“Gosh, baby you’re so hot.”

You say between muffled kisses as you stare intently at his body.

His face went a little red, his heart beating a lot more, you really were making him flustered.

“mm I’m really glad you think so princess.”

His tongue went deeper again as he kept kissing you.

You move your hand to his abdomen, tracing the outlines of his well-defined body as your other hand remains in his hair, pulling harder.

He gets a little more confident and seductive as he moves his hand down to tug on your shirt, pulling it off you.

Your face went redder, he was teasing you, and he knew exactly what to do.

“..your body is perfect just like you princess…”

He says completely pulling your shirt off you, now kissing and sucking on your neck as one of his hands grabs your waist pulling you closer and the other one fiddles with your chest then moves to your hair.

He leaves deep purple marks on your neck then goes back to kissing you.

All sounds drown out as the both of you continue making out completely mesmerized and your faces turning bright red.

7:37 pm

Just then the keys jingle and the door opens Of course the both of you, too involved with each other don't hear when it happens, and when Megumi walks in, he sees the both of you on his couch he says with his voice raised

“WHAT THE FUCK YUUJI??”

Both of you pause for a moment as you pull away your eyes widening in shock. You turn around to look at a disappointed Megumi as he sighs

“You’re really breaking bro code I thought I told you my sister was off-limits.”

Megumi says to Yuuji as he facepalms himself.

“And you…”

He says turning around to you.

“You’re really not that innocent either. Kissing MY best friend on MY couch…”

He’s furious at you, you can feel it in his eyes as you look down avoiding Megumi’s gaze lips parted but not saying anything.

“You’re both shirtless too what the fuck were you even planning on doing. Is this a one-time thing that’s going to make it awkward for me to hang out with either of you again or do you actually like each other.”

Megumi is so mad. That's what you and Yuuji think as you both share a glance.

“I'm sorry bro but I really like her, I really do.”

Yuuji says pleading to Megumi as he hands you your shirt.

You put your shirt back on as you say.

“It's true Megumi I really like him too..”

You say trying to calm Megumi down and explain to him that you and Yuuji have liked each other for a long time and are dating now.

He freaks out a little but eventually comes to terms with everything.

“If you really like each other it’s fine. It's okay to break bro code if your feelings for each other are genuine. Next time though, don't make out on my couch.”

He says huffing as he looks at you and lets out a little laugh. Megumi really is the worst, you think to yourself.

You grab a pillow off the couch and hit him in the face.

“Go away now you’re ruining the moment.”

You say, Yuuji and you laughing at Megumi’s annoyed expression.

“Gross, get a room.”

He says as he walks away going to his room and putting headphones on.

“The moment’s ruined now isn't it?.”

Yuuji breaks the silence looking at you with a soft smile.

“Totally. Megumi’s a dickhead.”

You respond breaking out in laughter.

“I really do like you though princess.”

Yuuji says sounding a little more nervous now.

“Me too. I really like you too pretty boy.”

You say blushing a little more.

“Lunch date tomorrow? An official date now that you’re my girlfriend and I’m your boyfriend. I’ll pick you up at 12.”

Yuuji shrugs, not meeting your gaze as he asks you.

“I would love to.”

You say giving him a kiss on the cheek.

He ruffles your hair and gives you a kiss on your forehead as he says.

“Gonna go hang out with Megumi’s now, bet he’s probably pissed. See you tomorrow, princess.”

He winks at you as he gets off the couch.

“Yeah, he’s probably pissed. I’ll be in my room then. See you tomorrow indeed, pretty boy.”

You say pouting as you get off the couch too making your way to your room.

He goes to Megumi’s room apologizes and then hangs out with him.

“I know you broke bro code but I think I can make an exception.”

Megumi says as he invites Yuuji next to him on the bed flicking his forehead and then handing Yuuji a controller.

“Thanks. I promise not to break her heart.”

Yuuji says smiling

“Good. I’ll kill you if you do.”

Megumi says with a serious expression on his face.

You walk into your room closing the door behind you as you plop onto your bed smiling after what happened. You look for your headphones as you listen to your playlist and text your best friend about what happened.

Both you and Yuuji were still smiley and blushing. Still thinking about each other.

WHITE DAY | ITADORI, KOZUME, SHIRAKUMO, SUGAWARA, TANAKA

SUMMARY → what they would plan for white day/ valentines

CHARACTERS → itadori yuji, kozume kenma, shirakumo oboro, sugawara kōshi, tanaka ryūnosuke x fem!reader

A/N → i know it’s not valentines anymore but I still wanted to write something so it is now white day... in the head canons it still says valentines <3 

i. ITADORI YUJI

→ he is the personification of chaotic good. in all honestly he hadn’t thought of anything to do for valentines day in particular. whenever he thought of a cute date he took you on it as fast as possible. live is short, he does not know how long he has and he definitely wasn’t going to waste what time he had with you.

→ so he went to the only guy he knew that could help him wheat out all the bad apples.

→ spitting out idea after idea as he went he waited for fushiguro reaction; “I like it, go with that one.” he hums.

nodding, itadori casually strikes that idea. leaving him with only one perfect date idea; “thanks, man.”

→ he brought you to his home town; now, it might have not sounded like the grand romantic acts you see in movies. but as a city girl you had never left the kanto prefecture more less gone to visit a random small town... if anything, you barely left tokyo ( if it was not for for a valid reason, sorcerer work, or to go to kyoto )

→ so, coming here made it special. walking around the town; he shows you all his favorite spots, his old school, the place where he fell as kid that left that scar on his elbow. it made a smile come up to your face, that never left.

at the end of the night, you ended up at a swing set. one eerily similar to the one where you had met ( not that not all swings were bascially the same thing... not at all ) “hi.” you whisper softly. making him smile at the cute gesture, “hi.”

ii. KOZUME KENMA

→ valentines is a scam. a scam where he would never invest in… that was until the two of you got together and now here he is. trying to make a list of what could be your perfect day, all your likes and loves.

→ you always say you just like spending time with him and that’s all you need, but that seemed a little too easy and cheesy for his taste. he couldn’t just be with you and act like it wasn’t a holiday.

→ no, you needed to do something special. an activity you wanted to do and would make this day unforgettable for the both of you.

→ the two of you went to a cat cafe. you had been bugging him for weeks to go with you saying how cute he would look surrounded by small kittens.

→ also, that his eyes remind you of a cat and that’s why you like them even more then you did before. he said it made no sense as he was not covered with fur nor did he particularly think his eyes resembled one of a cat, but with that smile of yours he could never tell you differently.

iii. SHIRAKUMO OBORO

→ this boy had it all planned out in his head, he would take you on a cloud date. get your favourite snacks and sushi that you enjoy while his cloud takes you over important milestones of your relationship ( the big moments mostly took place at school and your houses, but mr. loud cloud had some special places )

→ it would be perfect. well…. it would have been if it didn’t decide to start storming with no sign of stopping. all was lost, he had counted on the weather to be on his side!

→ taking the L he decides to move the date inside. telling you to meet him at his house as soon as you wake up. no changing, no formal wear, just your pyjamas. 

→ it’s a cloud ford!

→ smiling at the boy, you can’t help but feel a sense of euphoria go through you as you hold him close to you. enjoying your day in the clouds.

iv. SUGAWARA KŌSHI

→ this boy knows everything there is to know about you. favourite food? check. colour, drink, place, series, film? who are you kidding, he knew it all. if there was every a quiz on you he would get a 101%

→ so why is he now blanking? nothing seemed good enough. he even asked daichi and he was just as clueless.

→ they had cancelled training for this particular day and he couldn’t think of anything… and then it hit him; cinnamon rolls. you loved that deliciously sweet dough more then anything else.

→ it took him days of practices but he finally was able to make the perfectly balanced bun. all so he could show you how to make your own. that way you never had the disappointment of going to the bakery and them being sold out.

→ and so he did; you had a lovely kitchen date with your cute boyfriend teaching you how to bake your favourite thing in the world.

v. TANAKA RYŪNOSUKE

→ with all the times he saw something that reminded him of you and bought it with no hesitation; all he had left to his name now was ten bucks. to be fair there was enough to do with that amount of money, but none of the things he had initially planned in his head. 

→ a trip to the tokyo tower? no. bunchy-jumping on a budget? no. the movies? no. also, since when did cinema get so pricey?

→ what he could do with the little money he had; was get you some snacks and bring you to the most important place of your relationship. 

→ which is no where at all. the plan went as followed; he would pretend he had no clue and surprise you at the end of the day with his reveal, but trying to keep up the entire day was so hard. he had to worship you and treat you as the goddess you are, but he got this.

→ waiting ‘till night, he made his way to just outside your window. letting the song, you guys song, blast loudly. looking out of your window you say your boyfriend dance that stupid dance the two of you would always dance; ‘because of you—’ the song continued on the background.

“what are you doing?”

“wishing my gorgeous girlfriend a happy valentines.”

MASTERLIST | KO-FI | TAGLIST → if you want to read more

MASTERLIST.

SUMMARY → seeing things no one else around you seems to be able to makes you feel crazy enough. now imagine your suprise when a stranger with a blind fold tells you he knows exactly what your seeing, how it is possible, and why it’s happening.

PAIRING → itadori yuuji x fem!reader

STATUS → coming soon

GENRE → romance, slowburn

A/N → these were first 3 separate drabbles but now it’s a story ( the first three chapter are drabbles and from 4 and on they get longer — i also think it is going to have around 10 chapters )

CHAPTER 01 → CATCH THEM ALL

CHAPTER 02 → WE. SEE. ALL.

CHAPTER 03 → DO WE NEED TO HAVE THE TALK?

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PROPER | ITADORI YUUJI

SUMMARY → everyone has a diffrent way they want to go, none of it is wrong or right. it is just your views.

PAIRING → itadori yuuji x gn!reader

SITTING NEXT TO HIM looking over the sun slowly falling down the trees you can’t help but sympathies with his wishes for a proper death.

While synonymously disgareeing, “I don’t think it works like that.” you deny, your eyes following the birds flying around.

“Every time we go into a fight, there is a big chance we won’t come back.”

Glancing at him for a moment you see him already looking at you. Making you smile softly at him before shifting your sight back up to the sky, “What helps me through it is remembering the people that I love and how I should stay alive. Even when I lose all hope in myself, I will atleast do it for them.” you say softly.

Nodding, his eyes trace over your face before follwing your eyesight to the sky, “That makes sense.”

MASTERLIST | TAGLIST → @lovinnoya @suga-tofu @tanakasimpcorner @bakugoubiddies @tanakasprayer @yul2020 @lonelyweeb77 @kloudyisdepresssed @animeboisbitchthings ( the ones crossed out i couldn’t tag, i’m so sorry! )

Me omw to join Yuuji on the bed⬆️

☀️ Heat Warning

Clothes come off because of the unbearable heat in your apartment, and your boyfriend's abs look too inviting to stay away.

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female) Word Count: 1.3k Warnings: smut, abs riding, praise, squirting, creampie, cum-play. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Part one of my Heatwave Summer Series

The news program wasn't lying when it said there is a heat warning for the whole city. The temperatures have risen to a new record. And, of course, your a/c decided to stop working two days ago. Now your only source of cooling is a tiny fan standing on the bedside table. The air in the small apartment you and Yuuji share is unbearably hot and stuffy.

Yuuji has already abandoned his shirt and is lying on the bed only in his red boxer briefs, sighing and groaning because of the heat. And you are currently taking off your sundress, which has been sticking uncomfortably to your body. You let the dress drop to the floor, followed by your damp bra when your gaze lands on your boyfriend's face.

Yuuji's honey eyes travel lazily over your now exposed tits, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. His voice sounds hoarse when he says,

"Come here, cutie. At least it's a little cooler over here with the fan and stuff..."

You smile, knowing full well what the sound of his voice and that dazed expression in those pretty golden eyes means. Yuuji is horny. The hot temperatures are frying his brain, and seeing your naked tits bounce when you pull your dress off drives him a little crazy.

You bite your lip. It's definitely not a wise idea to snuggle up to each other in this heat. But your nipples are already stiff, and your pussy is throbbing with arousal just from looking at your sexy boyfriend. His gorgeous muscles glisten with a thin layer of sweat, accentuating them even more, making him look too hot for you to stay away from.

The heat itself always makes you so easily aroused. And the sight of a shirtless Yuuji with his pecs and abs flexed only adds to that feeling, making you so horny all of a sudden that you cannot stop yourself from getting on the bed and crawling over to your boyfriend who smiles that cheeky boyish smile at you that always drives you a bit wild.

You are already sweating, so why not heat things up a little more?

You don't think twice before you hastily remove your panties and let them drop carelessly onto the floor, gasping softly when you hear the low moan coming from Yuuji at the sight of your naked pussy.

A pair of strong hands grabs your hips and pulls you onto your boyfriend's buff body. You moan softly as you come to sit on Yuuji's hard abs. His muscles and skin feel so hot against your wet core and so good. You always admire Yuuji's physique. All those buff muscles, all that raw strength.

Your hands land on his defined pecs, grabbing them and giving them a firm squeeze, making Yuuji's hips buck and a loud whine fall from his parted lips.

The movement makes you glide over his hard abs, sending a shock wave of pleasure through you as your wet clit rubs over his hard muscles.

"Y... Yuu!"

You roll your hips experimentally, gasping again at the feeling of his defined abs caressing your clit that is already puffy and sensitive from the heat.

Yuuji sounds shaky when he looks up at you with dilated pupils and a flush on his pretty face, some messy, sweaty strands of pink hair falling into his face,

"Fuck... are you gonna rub your pretty pussy on my abs?"

You feel too shy to answer but manage a nod and a feverish glance you send his way as you move your hips again, sliding over the firm bulges of Yuuji's six pack, coating them with your sticky arousal.

But this is Yuuji. You don't have to be ashamed or shy with him. He smiles at you, warm like the sun, moaning softly as his large hands sprawl over your hips and help you ride his abs, easily sliding you back and forth while his hungry gaze watches you.

"That's so hot, baby! Fuck! You are so hot, princess! Yeah, come on, make a mess on me, baby. Cum on me."

A sob escapes your lips at his words, and you spread your legs even wider as you rub yourself feverishly over Yuuji's abs, your clit pulsing with every touch.

Yuuji's right hand leaves your hip to push down his boxers and wrap a hand around his throbbing hard cock and pump himself with fast horny strokes that make his hot cock rub against your ass.

You feel light-headed, the heat and the arousal making your head spin. Sweat is running down both your bodies, slippery and messy, but it makes things even hotter. It's so naughty, so dirty, so primal. Abandoning all shame and just doing what feels good and turns you on.

You grunt as Yuuji flexes his abs beneath you, while moaning loudly and whimpering the sweetest encouragements to you,

"Yeah, like that, my cutie. Fuck, you're doing so good! So wet all over me!"

You cry out at his words, rubbing yourself even faster on his abs, eyes closing and head falling back in ecstasy as your pleasure slowly nears its peak. Your pussy throbs, feeling so incredibly hot and wet, and all you can do is sob Yuuji's name and dig your nails into his buff pecs as your orgasm crashes over you in long hot waves.

You feel hot liquid squirt out of your spasming pussy and onto Yuuji's hard abs, leaving you sitting in a small pool of it.

"Yuu... oh fuck, Yuuji! That was.. that was so...so hot."

You are breathless, feeling dizzy, but your mind clears enough to notice the frantic movements of Yuuji's hand around his cock, and the needy horny gasps falling from his lips.

You reach behind you, wrapping a hand around his hot cock, and give it a few loving strokes that make Yuuji mewl your name. You want more. You want him to fill you with his heat and let him feel your heat around him too.

"Yuuji, baby. Fuck me, please! Need you in me!"

The feral-sounding growl coming from your boy sends another wave of arousal through you. Before you know it, Yuuji's large hands dig into the plush of your hips, and he flips you over onto your back.

You barely have time to lift your head to look at him before he rams his fat cock into your wet pussy, making both of you moan loudly.

"Ah fuck, sorry, baby! Hmmm fuck fuck I can't hold back!"

Your pussy and heart throb at his words. He is always so cute, so sexy, and so crazy for you. No other guy ever made you feel so sexy. You smile at him, wrapping your arms and legs around him, pulling his heavy body on top of you.

"It's ok, baby. Don't hold back, please. Fuck me, Yuu!"

You can see the sweet smile on his pretty face before his lips part in another feral growl, and he fucks you for real, moaning into your mouth in between sweet, hot kisses. Your nails dig into the buff muscles of his broad back while Yuuji ruts into you with deep, hard thrusts that knock the breath out of you.

When he cums a few seconds later, he cries your name, pumping half of his thick load into your pussy, and then pulls out to shoot the other half all over your tummy and tits and his flexed abs.

You watch him through heavy-lidded eyes, caressing his muscular thighs lovingly, thinking how lucky you are to call this sexy and sweet man yours.

Yuuji kneels between your legs, grinning at you with that love-drunk expression on his face that makes your chest feel so full.

"I love you, cutie."

Both of you are a mess, bodies sticky with sweat and cum, hearts racing, and heads spinning from the heat and the intensity of your orgasms. But it's perfect.

Definitely, the best way to spend this heatwave, you think as you reach out to run a finger through the sticky mix of your and Yuuji's cum on Yuuji's firm abs, drawing a heart into it.

"I love you too, baby."

Maybe the heat warning shouldn't just have been for the weather but also for your hot boyfriend.

I am so crazy for him omggg!! I had heart eyes all the time while writing this. Aaaah I hope you enjoyed it too! A lovely anon sent me an ask about riding Yuuji's abs during a heat wave and the thought wouldn't leave my mind again. Thank you so much for sending me that prompt!!

Please let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs would be sweet!

This was part one of my little Heatwave Summer Series. The next one will be with Sukuna ;)

I swear to god I need to be taken on a vacation full of nothing but fucking and chilling cuz I deserve it😭😭😭

Yuuji is so so cute I’d spend the whole vacation seeing who taps out first💕💗💞

Champagne & Sunshine

You're on vacation with Yuuji, sipping champagne and bathing in the sun. But the drink isn't the only thing you get drunk on. -> This is part of my Blog Anniversary Event (closed). @bleach-your-panties requested the song "Champagne & Sunshine" by PLVTINUM feat. Tarro.

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female) Genre: smut + fluff Word Count: 1.4k Warnings: 18+, alcohol, smut, dirty talk, oral, praise, creampie. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

"That champagne tastes really good. I could get drunk on this!"

You smile at Yuuji over the rim of the champagne glass you are holding while lounging on the sun terrace of your beach resort. It's your first holiday with Yuuji, and both of you wanted something fancy.

Yuuji's eyes meet yours, sparkling golden, just like the champagne in your glass. A cheeky grin lifts his lips, and you already know he will say something dirty when he leans closer to you.

"Or you could get drunk on my cock, cutie. That drink makes me horny as fuck."

You know it's not just the white wine he is sipping. Yuuji and you have been all over each other since you arrived here. Far away from all the stress of everyday life and from all the people who disturb your alone time. Here in this fancy hotel, you just have to put a "do not disturb" sign on your door, and you can fuck the whole day. A fact that you make good use of.

Even now, here on the sun terrace, you can't keep your fingers off each other. Your hand lazily traces Yuuji's defined abs while drooling over how sexy he looks with all his muscles and tan skin on display. And his large hand keeps straying to your bikini-clad ass, squeezing it and leaning closer to whisper dirty things in your ear, how he wants you bouncing on his cock while he gives you creampie after creampie.

"Let's go to our room, princess. Maybe we'll find a place where we haven't fucked yet."

You have to run a bit to keep up with Yuuji's large steps as he pulls you along in his excitement to get you alone, his large hand wrapped tightly around your smaller one, his red swim trunks already tented with his growing erection, only barely covered by the baseball cap he holds before it.

You chuckle softly as you stumble after your sexy boyfriend, already creaming up at the thought of Yuuji's gorgeous fat cock for you to play with as much as you like.

The moment you enter your hotel room, Yuuji pushes you up against the wall, moaning loudly in your mouth as his lips capture yours in a hungry kiss while he presses his tall, buff body against you, his large hands grabbing your ass and lifting you up so easily as if you weigh nothing.

But you are just as hungry for him, wrapping your legs eagerly around his hips, gasping in delight when you feel Yuuji's hot, hard cock rub against your core through the thin layers of the swimming clothes. His abs and pecs press against your skin, hot and firm, making you want him so bad that you feel dizzy.

Yuuji's kisses taste like white wine and bubblegum, just like himself, sweet but with an underlying naughtiness that drives you insane in the best way. He licks deeply into your mouth, so sweet, so sexy.

You can feel his smile against your mouth when your hands wander over his broad muscular back and down to his firm ass to grab it and squeeze it while you press your body against him, caressing his tongue with yours, rubbing your horny pussy against him as if you are in heat, letting him feel how much you already soaked your bikini panties because of him.

And he moans, his hips bucking against you, always so honest about his attraction to you.

"Fuck, cutie, I can feel how wet you are! Need to see that pretty pussy and kiss it and fuck it and make it all sticky with my cum."

God, you love how shameless he is, how he just says whatever is on his mind, no matter how dirty it is. So in love with you and so horny for you.

"Damn, Yuuji... carry me to the bed, please hurry up, baby! Need your pretty mouth and your pretty cock!"

He answers you with a low moan as he tightens his strong arms around you and carries you towards the bed while you make out with open-mouthed French kisses.

But you never make it to the bed.

Yuuji stumbles over a pair of sneakers lying in the middle of the room, making both of you tumble to the ground, landing on the plush carpet right in front of the large bed.

You scream and laugh breathlessly at getting pressed down by Yuuji's heavy body, looking up at his boyish grin and the sparkle in his golden eyes when he asks,

"You ok, cutie?"

You nod,

"Yeah... you too, baby?"

He doesn't have to answer. His large hands tearing down your bikini top to free your tits is answer enough. His lips wrap around one nipple, sucking on it, making you moan and arch your back.

More kisses land on your tits. Yuuji's hot, velvety tongue laps at your erect nipples while golden eyes look up at you, driving you crazy. When he pulls away, there's a thin thread of spit still connecting his lips and your swollen nipple.

"Fuck, princess, I can't wait anymore. Need to fuck you right here on the floor, baby."

He moans and smiles at the same time as he pushes his red swim trunks down, freeing that wonderful, fat cock, so hard for you that he's leaking pearly pre-cum all over himself.

You barely have time to salivate over the sight in front of you, Yuuji's broad figure, his buff pecs, his flexed abs, and his gorgeous fat cock, before he grabs your bikini bottoms and pulls them down.

His warm lips follow your panties on their way down, kissing down your thighs and your calves, trailing his hot tongue over your skin before he throws the panties to the side and grabs your ass, pulling you towards him with one firm move, making you moan his name at how strong he is.

You sob loudly, tugging on his soft, pink hair, when Yuuji's pretty face presses between your spread legs, kissing and licking your hot wet pussy just like he said he would.

You taste yourself on his tongue when he kisses you again a moment later, deep and passionate, as he pushes his fat cock into you with one needy thrust and a loud moan.

Both of you can't hold back, unable to go slow here on the bedroom floor. It's a rough fuck, needy and dirty, both of you meeting each other's thrusts eagerly, moaning unashamedly in between hot kisses. Yuuji snaps his hips almost desperately, fucking you so good and so deep that you see stars anytime his fat cockhead rubs against your sweet spot.

Your fingers dig into the buff muscle of his broad back, your legs wrapped tightly around his hips as if needing him even closer when he is already balls-deep in you, pounding your pussy with his hard, needy thrusts. You can already feel your high approaching, getting fucked out of you by your eager, horny boyfriend, who always knows how to use his cock to make you fall apart.

"Fuck, baby! Yeah, yeah, like that, my sweet girl! Pussy getting so tight, ah ah fuck! Yeah, milk my cock, baby! Wanna give you all my cum!"

You don't know if it's his dirty talk or his fat cockhead pounding your sweet spot, but you cum so hard on Yuuji's gorgeous cock that you scream his name and shake under his muscular body, your pussy milking him so wildly that he cusses and cries out your name just as loud as you did with his.

You still pulse and clench around him as he fills you with his thick, hot cum, pumping you full of it, thread after sticky thread, giving you the creampie he promised you.

His heavy balls slap against your wet pussy, while you tug on his soft pink hair, moaning his name and thanking him for how good he fucked you.

Your lips move slower against each now, the heated kisses turning into a slow makeout session with whispered love confessions while Yuuji is still deep inside you, not caring that his cum is slowly seeping out around his fat cock, making a mess on the hotel carpet. He can clean that later.

"Hmm, that was fucking amazing, cutie. You wanna go back to the sun terrace now?"

You shake your head, tightening your legs around Yuuji's hips, trapping him right there on top of your body, biting your lip cheekily as you look up at your boyfriend.

"No, I don't want to go back yet. Let's take a shower together first, ok baby? Will you give me more, please, Yuu? I'm not drunk enough on your cock yet."

And Yuuji grins at you, pupils dilated and his strong cock already twitching again,

"Fuck... you're so damn fine, baby! Well, in that case, let me make sure you get so much of my cock you will have a hangover tomorrow."

WRITING THIS MADE ME FERAL!! Thank you so much for requesting this song!! Anytime I hear it, I think of dirty scenarios with Yuuji bae, so this was SO much fun to write!! I hope you enjoyed it too!!

Comments and reblogs would be sweet!!

I would let this man take his aggressions out all day everyday💞

Though I would also be sad that he’s so stressed all the time. He needs so much 💕

The next day I would make him breakfast with my legs all achy from the night b4. I’ll deliver it to him in bed while naked in an apron 🤗❤️‍🔥

Rough Mission -> Rough Sex

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he does.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Not saying "I love you" back to them

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairings: Itadori, Sukuna, Megumi, Gojo X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humor

Format: Drabble

Warnings: Cussing?, suggestive on Megumi and Sukuna's part

Word Count: 1.8K

A/n: Huh! My first official Jjk work🚶🏻‍♀️

This tik tok compilation on youtube

↳Itadori

Knowing your boyfriend's schedule, you knew he was about to leave for gym any minute now; so you sat in the living room, doing your daily makeup so he'll see you before he goes out. Knowing him, he wouldn't go anywhere without hearing you say it back to him and since he had developed a habit of saying "I love you" every time he was about to leave, you knew that this prank was going to be a big success.

If the angle your camera was recording wasn't fucked up, obviously. You could only hope for that.

Hearing his voice getting louder, you focused on curling up your eyelashes while keeping an eye on him imperceptibly. He was wearing a hoodie, as usual, with not so long black shorts and a pair of black sneakers. The sight of his muscular thighs was enough to distract you or even stop him from going, but you had to keep it together, for the sake of the prank.

"Babe!" He smiled when he spotted you sitting on the couch with a mirror in your hand. You looked pretty as always, killing the urge for going to the gym inside him. Maybe he could forget about working out, just for today, and enjoy the company of his precious S/o.

"Baby! I'm off to the gym!" "Ok! Have fun!"

Well, seems like you're not really in the mood, cause your usual sulky face and cries of "BUT I'LL MISS YOU SO MUCH" and "WE CAN DO SOMETHING ELSE THAT MAKES YOUR BODY REMAIN IN SHAPE" were gone. Ok! maybe today was not a good time for it.

"So... I'll be off then. Bye! I love you!" He waved at you before going inside the hallway that leaded to the door. You warily watched where he was standing from the corner of your eye, counting to yourself.

One, Two, Three, Four, Five.

"Babe?!" His head suddenly peeked inside the living room as his body was behind the wall.

"Yes Yuji? Something wrong?" You watched him curiously, playing dumb while trying not to burst into laughter.

"Um... I said I'll be going then" "I know honey. You're going to the gym" "Yes. Yes I am" He scratched his head with confusion, thinking about how weird he looked at the moment. "Ok then... I'll see you later!"

"Ok! Bye!" "I love you!" "Bye bye!" "BABE?"

Now he was next to you, both hands on your shoulders to draw your attention back to him as he looked at you with panic in his eyes.

"Why are you- Are you mad at me or something?" You knotted your eyebrows while biting your cheeks from the inside to hold yourself back from laughing. "Why would I be mad at you? Did you do something bad?" "No!" "Then what is it? You're being really weird right now!" "You're the one who's weird! I said I love you and you didn't respond to me!" "I just though you were stating a fact I didn't know that I should say anything!"

"You know what ok ok" He took a deep breath, shaking his head to calm himself down a little bit. He then cupped your cheeks, planted a small kiss on your forehead and stared into your eyes as he smiled softly. "I love you so much baby..."

If this was any ordinary moment, you would have been all over him smooching every inch of his skin; but now was not an ordinary time, so you fought with the urge to suffocate him in your arms as you smiled back at him and poked his cheeks with your palm a few times.

"Awww, thank you so much!"

"BABE STOP-"

↳Megumi

You lied on your boyfriend's bed, enjoying the sight of him changing his casual clothes into more formal ones as you playfully moved your feet that were arrayed with a pair of black knee socks up and down, flaunting your long pretty legs more than before. Megumi would have thought about spreading your legs for him to have his way with you, but unfortunately, Gojo was waiting for him at Shinjuku station.

"Stop doing this to me Y/n" He said as he grabbed his coat, holding himself back from slapping your ass that was visible due to your shirt- well technically his- being too big for you so it could easily wend up, especially with how your legs were still sweeping in the air.

"I don't know what you're talking about" You teased, resting your chin on your hand as you watched him unwillingly taking his stare away from your thighs while sighing and approaching the door. "I'm off now. Don't do anything stupid until I come back" "Ok, daddy~" "Stop. Goodbye. I love you..." "Mhm! Goodbye to you too!" Your joyful tune made him stop in the track, looking back at you only to meet your mischievous stare and playful smile.

Did you just... ignored his display of affection?

Really? After how many times he practiced with Itadori and put up with his mockery?

"You..." "What?" Your smile extended on your face, making you look naughtier than you already were. "Why do you look like you were just hit by a bat on your ass?"

"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" He gazed you sharply, raising his eyebrows as he observed your expression.

"Hm... Don't know what you're talking about" You started playing with your hands, avoiding his stare while peeking at his figure.

"Ok then" He huffed as he slammed the door behind him, assuring you that you weren't going to hear those words from him for a long period of time.

↳Sukuna

Sukuna was about to leave the house for some business he refused to inform you about because apparently "That's not why he's hanging out with you", which was partly the reason why you wanted to play this prank on him. The other reason was that you were simply curious to know what would his reaction be toward it and since he had just admitted his feeling for you, you were a little bit doubtful on whether you should do this to him or not; but him trying to keep his distance from you when it came to his schemes fortified the urge to teach him a small lesson.

"Oi Y/n, I'm heading off" "Whatever, I'm still not talking to you"

He raised an eyebrow at your words, thinking how bold you've become due to him spoiling you. But then again, it was turning him on a little bit, not that he was willing to admit it. "Now now, We talked about this. I'm not involving you in my work"

"What if I wanna be involved in it?" You sulked while resting your back on the wall, watching him putting his shirt up unwillingly because it seemed that walking around shirtlessly in the streets was not really common in the 21th century, which was already pissing him off; so You being a pain in his ass was not really needed at the moment.

"I don't care about what you want. You're not cut out for it and I won't ever let you put yourself in danger just because you want to"

You were probably aware of that, but now wasn't the right time to feel butterflies in your stomach because of the fact that he actually cared about you.

"Hmph!" You tilted your to the otherside so that he wouldn't be able to see the slight hints of blush spreading out on your cheeks. "Fine then... Just... Be careful ok?"

"You don't need to worry about the great Sukuna at all, doll" He smirked as he grabbed the keys on the drawer, reaching for the door knob. "I'll be back after a while. ok?" "Ok..." "Bye then... I love you!" "Bye!"

And the door was shut. You looked at the door, stunned, because you were expecting anything but him ignoring you for this. Knowing his dominant nature, he would have cared about you not saying it back to him. But just as you were about to head to your room, the door was suddenly wide open and his figure appeared in the doorway.

"Y/n?" He carefully examined your face for... something you didn't know about, but he seemed to have found it, because he quickly slammed the door and the next thing you knew you were pinned to the wall with his muscular arms surrounding you.

"Brat! You think you're so smart huh? Trying to get back at me like this"

If it was the past you would say the reason you were having goosebumps was because of fear, but you knew this look;

You knew he was about to teach his brat of a girlfriend a lesson. A lesson that would make it difficult for her to walk the next day.

You found yourself trembling with excitement as he grabbed your chin with his hand, daring you to break eye contact with him. You probably had to say something, but before you could even open your mouth, he throw you over his shoulder and leaded to the bedroom.

"B-babe!? What are you-" "Shhh, bad girl. Who said you're allowed to talk?" "But... what about the thing you wanted to do?" "That can wait for a while. I don't tolerate this kind of behavior, brat. How am I supposed to expect others to respect me when my own girl is a rebellious little one, huh?" He threw you on the bed, grinning as he ripped his shirt apart to make you drool over those sexy abs of his.

"Now, where are the handcuffs?"

Yeah, you probably won't be able to walk tomorrow, but seriously, who were you to protest?

↳Gojo

Your boyfriend was about to leave for some meeting with the headmaster of the other school, so you thought this would be a good opportunity to tease him a little bit. So when he cupped your cheeks to smooch you before going out as he usually did, you wrapped your arms around his waist, staring into those gorgeous ocean eyes of his.

"Promise you'll come back soon?" "Believe me princess, I have no intention of wasting my time chatting with some feather brained old hags" He placed one last kiss on your forehead before wearing his blindfold and heading to the doorway. "Wear something pretty for me when I come back!" "Focus on your job, you pervert!" " I love you baby!" "Ok bye!"

He suddenly stopped walking, and turned around as he put a wide smile on his face, hoisting his blindfold a little bit to stare at you with a playful smirk. That familiar smirk that only meant one thing...

"You've seen that trend haven't you?" "You're the one who introduced tiktok to me~" "And clearly that was a mistake"

Reblogs are appreciated :>

Smacking their ass

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Sukuna, Toji, Itadori, Megumi, X Fem!Reader

Genre: Humor

Format: Drabble

Warnings: Suggestive content, Mild NSFW content on Toji's part cuz he's daddy

Word Count: 0.8K

A/n: For a person who hates her ass to get slapped and loves to slap her man's ass, I'm a bit bold.

↳Sukuna

It wouldn't take him long to notice your small steps approaching him from behind. He can tell how hard you're trying to remain unnoticed from the way you hold your breath and avoid making the slightest noises, and it might have been efficient, really; if you hadn't chosen the wrong person to mess with.

"Don't even think about it"

His serious tune is enough to freeze you in the spot, your eyes twitching with surprises as you watch his figure from behind.

Not even bothering to turn around. Of course.

"I... I was..." "No need to make up excuses, brat. I already know about everything going on in that little head of yours"

He now turns around to show off that playful smirk of his, and you both know that he doesn't need to remind you that you can't play anything funny on the strongest creature in the world. You then gasp when you feel a harsh slap against your butt, which has enough force to make you jump in the spot.

"See? That's how it should be" He gives you one last chuckle before going back to whatever he was doing, leaving you all sulky and unsatisfied with how things turned out in the end.

↳Toji

Years of going to secret missions and slaying people earned him an amazing hearing ability, so he will sense your appearance the minute you step inside the room. You were never good at sneaking up to people, but that doesn't mean he can't pretend like he isn't aware of your presence. He's curious to know what you're planning on, after all.

So when you stand behind him and aim for his butt, you think that you've won; but just a second before your palm lands on his ass, your hands are suddenly seized by his,twisting them so your body falls into his embrace, your back facing his chest.

"What do you think you're doing?" His low pitched whisper against your ear is enough to send shivers down your spin.

"Misbehaving now are we? Well, I guess I don't have any choice but to teach you some manners"

When he slaps your ass for the hundredth time as youre bent over on his lap, you low key regret planning on doing something like this to him; but deep down, you knew it would turn out like this, and you would be lying if you say that your wetness Is caused by something else, not the amount of power he has over you.

↳Megumi

It's a casual date night, you on the couch watching TV as your boyfriend prepares dinner which he got its recipe from Itadori. The only difference is that tonight your favourite show got cancelled and the now the news is being broadcast instead. It's only natural for you to feel bored and peek in the kitchen to check on Megumi, right?

And when you do, you see that everything is clean, the dishes are all washed, a pleasant smell has filled the room, everything is so perfect; yet all that catches your attention is how nice his butt looks from behind as he's standing in front of the cooker.

Target locked, processing attack, three, two, one...

Slap!

"Nice ass man!"

He doesn't have to turn around so you can see his reaction. From how he suddenly froze and his whole body tensed up, you can tell that the poor man is stunned.

When you leave him behind cause apparently, "your job is done", he can clearly hear you burst out into laughter, and he cannot help but to think about how you're going to be the death of him.

↳Itadori

Watching Itadori doing literally anything is pleasant to the eye. The way his muscles protrude against the fabric of his hoodie when he bends to pick up things from the floor has you drooling over the sight. But the thing that's giving you the massivest brainstorm at the moment is, how come you've never noticed how much of a fine ass this man has?

You can't take your eyes off it because, it's right there? In front of you? With nobody touching it???

Maybe God is trying to give you some hints, which you'll gladly pick up.

So when he bends over, again, to reach out for the tray that used to contain sweets, suddenly something hits his ass, not so gently.

Of course the man is shocked; so when he turns around to see who's this trespasser that has violated his privacy, he's met with your huge ass smile and your brightened face.

"Quite a nice ass you got there, my Friend"

Itadori would've thanked you when he got through the whole situation eventually, but all he can think about now is how you called him "Friend" instead of "boyfriend"

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₊˚₊‧⁺˖ ITADORI AND HIS OLDER BROTHER

₊˚₊‧⁺˖ itadorixfem!reader, sukunaxfem!reader, nsfw, heavy smut, fucking him and his brother, choso is fucked up, stalking

itadori was such a puppy coded type of boyfriend, he was such a sweetheart, he was the type of boyfriend who would pick you up playfully and spin you around just to earn a giggle from you in return, he's the type to insist to take a shower with you, he had a rule that both of you should always bath together- whenever you plan to shower, yuji is already taking his shirt off, revealing his chest covered tattoos, getting ready to join you. he's the type to cuddle you all day whenever you had period cramps-

but he was also the type to fuck you through it, insisting that filling you with his warm cum would make you feel better, insisting that him sucking on your sore boobs would relief the pain, insisting that him licking your blood-soak pussy would make you both feel good- he wasn't lying, a thing that always set you off that yuji acted differently in sex, whenever he would fuck you, it wasn't a sweet love making type, it was the type that would almost make you pass out from being to stuffed with his monster of a cock, that would have you drooling, crossed eyed, out of your mind, that would leave bruises-marks on your body the next morning.

itadori was the type to love you with all his heart, to do anything for the people he loves, the people he care about, and the only people he cared about was you-

and his older brother choso, he looked nothing like your boyfriend- while your boyfriend held such a nice, approachable era around him, his brother was quite the opposite.

his whole era screamed not approachable, a cold glare was always painted on his face, he had a long dark hair that he would usually throw in a bun, he was tall a bit taller than yuji was, and of course he had tattoos, their gang tattoos- yea your boyfriend was in a gang, to be honest you already knew quite awhile before yuji decided to tell you, it was because your boyfriend always had difficulties in lying he made it so obvious that you weren't surprised once he told you.

both of them had the same exact tattoos, but choso had one tattoo itadori didn't have- it was the tattoo on his face, a straight line painted on his nose.

choso have always wanted you- more like him and his little brother have always wanted you. they been stalking you for a year, ever since they saw you in the club where they had a gang meeting, you wouldn't leave their mind, so they stalked you, they both were fucked up in head, loving the feeling of watching you, your every step, everything you do without you knowing, loving the feeling of watching you moan, and whine in the shower as you use your little fingers to get off.

choso insisted that his little brother should get with you first, claim you first, before anyone else gets to do that before them- he knows he wouldn't let that happen, he would shred whoever dare to lay as much as a finger on you expect him and itadori.

choso sit on the guests bed, he was in the apartment of his little brother, staying in for a little, he always do his causal visits. loving the way you try so hard to hide your attraction to him, staring at him with your fuck me eyes, so tempting.

what would it feel like? to have your warm, wet pussy clutch around him, have the tip of his dick catch at the tight entrance and not let him go, demanding him right back in until he’s sheathed balls deep, his throbbing shaft engulfed and secure and feeling so good. and the day has finally come-

tears and hick ups falls from your lips, as your boyfriends brother, tease you, not letting you cum for the 3rd time. drool leaves your lips connecting your tongue to itadoris tongue as he pulls back, after he spat inside of your mouth, that was half opened the whole time not being able to stop your whines.

"aw look at her, such a pretty little baby, you wanna cum on my brothers tongue? you wanna squirt on his face?" yuji darkly speak out, as he harhsly twist your nipples between his thumb and index finger, rolling it.

you glance down between your thighs to see choso already hungrily staring at you, groaning and slurping on your pussy as if he's feasting on his prey, his huge thick fingers roughly going in-out of your cunt making loud wet noises.

"cum" this is all choso needed to say before you arch your back, your thighs shake, and clear liquid comes out squirting, gushing his whole face with it, choso opens his mouth and let it land directly in his mouth as if he's drinking from a fountain of a goddess. yuji couldn't help but groan at the sight, mouth watering wanting to taste your juice too.

as you limblessly lay down, not having the energy to move a muscle after all the teasing, your boyfriend pick you up and make you lay down on his chest, as he coo at you, showering your face with kisses- you were about to relax into his embrace but you feel his huge cock, rub on your pussy and make it's way inside of you- you whimper.

"shhh it's okay, it's okay leme keep my cock warm and good inside of your pretty little pussy yea?" itadori whispers next your ear, sucking on the tender spot on your neck, you feel chosos huge hands grab your ass and roughly lift you and slam you down his brothers cock, you gasp- he didn't leave any room for you to breath as he keep repeating the process, shoving you up-down, as he lean in, his chest on your back.

"you like that? is my little brothers cock filling you good?" he whispers next to your right ear, trailing his nose down your neck, as yuji suck on your bouncing nipples- clearly to lost in your pussy to keep on what his brother is doing.

you stiffen once you feel a cold metal on your asshole, not quite sure what it is, you don't realize what it is till you feel the warm, twitching cock of choso- it was a piercing, choso had a piercing on his cock. he slowly spread your cheeks, and circle your hole with his cock, before he gently start making his way in, tearing through your ass.

"fuck she got even more tighter fuck fuck fuck" you glance down at your boyfriend he was rocking his hips up your pussy, fucked out his mind, this sight of him was such a turn on that you lean down to suck on his lips, while making clear access for choso to shove his entire cock in.

you choke not being able to breath, " to- to much to much to much" you cry out crawling your nails on yuji chest trying to escape his brothers cock that teared into your ass. choso laughs darkly- it was the first time you heared him laughing before he grabs your hips and shoved you towards him.

"you can't run little pet, now you're finally mine i won't ever let you go" he roughly grabs your hair and slams into you, ignoring your cry out, itadori grabs your chin, leading your lips to his, as he keeps humping up your pussy.

you were so filled that you think both of their cocks might come out your nose, your mind was fuggy to much pleasure on your body, all you could think about was their massive cocks, thoughts only circling around dick, dick, dick, dick.

"we going to cum inside of both of yours holes baby, fill you in so so so so good" itadori whine, as he spills his warm white liquid inside of you- you can feel his thighs shaking, eyes crossed so fucked out. just like you were.

"now it's my turn" choso groans out before he fills your tight ass, not stopping till every single drop was inside of you. you soon follow him squirting on yujis cock helpsly being sandwiched by both of them.

"round 2?" itadori grins.

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ end ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ

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𓏲 ˖. ITADORIS DIRTY FANTASIES / SUKUNA

𓏲 ˖. itadorixfem!reader, sukunaxfem!reader, nsfw, heavy smut, horny itadori, nasty sukuna, warning it's really nasty

itadori never got along with sukuna- he means it when he says he never did. they always fight over the tiniest thing in his head.

it would come to the point where itadori- would actually start slapping himself from how frustrating the king of curses could be. sukuna would only laugh at him finding this amusing.

but- they both agree on one thing only that they both wanna fuck. breed pretty little y/n, ever since gojo introduced you- their doctor to him, itadori could never stop thinking about you, especially when he's in bed enjoying his self care time- tugging on his hard, dripping cock. fucking his hands at the thought of you. he couldn't help it especially with the king of curses whom also you caught the eye of.

he would always talk him out about his dirty fantasy- about what sukuna wanna do to you if he ever got the hold of you. telling itadori about how pretty you would look stuffed in two cocks- his and itadoris. how pretty you would look with cum dripping from both of your holes. how pretty you would look with your ass stinging red, eyes crossed- fucked out the only thing you can do is moan while drool slides against your puffy-red lips.

itadori knew his body was connected with sukuna in many different ways but he didn't know that their dicks were also connected, because lately he discovered that when ever sukuna gets hard- he also gets hard, which is a new annoying thing for him now cause when ever you pass by or whenever you're around itadori- sukuna would get hard, forcing itadori to the bathroom to find some realise.

when itadori brings it up mad at the king of curses that he almost got him caught, sukuna would simply shrug in his thorn- saying that he can't help it because it's a natural reflex since his dick wanna breed you and claim you.

itadori would wake up in middle of the night to find his dick ragging hard because sukuna decided out of all the times- to have the dirty-nasty fantasies about you and beat his cock to you.

"do you really have to do this right now out of all the times" itadori mumbles into the pillow squeeze his face into it as he pulls his red-dripping cock out of his pants- ready to hump his hand to the thought of you for the 10th time today.

the king of curses tch at him. "tch only if I wasn't stuck in your body- I would have got her by right now, fucked her brain out, stuffed her pussy with my seeds".

"more like forced her" itadori angrily spit out knowing if he let sukuna near you- it wouldn't be any good news.

"force her? why would I if she's already eager for us as much as we are" he simply say. which caught itadoris attention enough for him stop tugging on his cock.

"eager for us? what do you mean?" he confusely mutters not quite catching on what sukuna means.

the king of curses laughs "don't tell me you didn't notice the way she looks at us, sneaking peaks every now and then".

itadoris eyes widen, dick getting harder leaking more percum out of it- you want him? he knows that you act nicer to him than you do with others but he never thought that means anything.

sukunas hums as he stroke his huge cock on his throne, clearly effected by that as much as itadori is- "the day she saw you as sukuna she was staring so hard- staring at my marks like she wanna lick the lines of them".

itadori moans out into the pillow- as he rocks his hips into the sheets of his bed, so turned on at the thought of you being on top of him while you lick every inch of his body.

"we can make this happen, only if you cooperate with me. we can fuck her so good, that she would come back to get more everytime. fuck her so good that she would wait every night in her bed- legs spread waiting for us to plent cum inside her greedy tight pussy" the king of curses breath out- eyes rolling as he finishs undone at the same time as itadori.

god this was a bad idea- a fucked up idea why would he ever agree to something sukuna would tell him, but at the same time he can't help it- if that means there's a chance that he good have you. a chance that you want him as much as he wants you then he was ready to go with sukunas plan as long as he could have a feel of you. a feel of the pussy he's been fucking himself to at the thought of.

"focus, you don't need to fantasize about anything right now, you need to get the real thing" the king of curses say, a smirk planted in his face as itadori make his way toward your apartment.

he plays with the silver key in his pants pocket- that sukuna has convinced him to steal from the office. itadori knows that what he's about to do is fucked up. dirty. nasty whatever you wanna call it but right now he isn't thinking with his mind- he's thinking with his dick.

itadori knows that he can just go back, and act like nothing happened- sukuna promised him that if he ever feeling like backing out, he can and sukuna won't complain or mention it anymore, but he wanted to-do more like he needed to do what he's about to do when he cracks open your bedroom door to find you sleeping soundly against your pillow. his eyes wander down to where you kicked the blankets to the foot of the bed, revealing a silk nightgown that shows off the soft-looking expanse of your legs.

he feels his cock plusing, leaking against his slack, already hard from getting one glace at you, this is how much of a pervert he is, so pervert, that right now all he can think about us how soft your thighs would be as he slids his cock against them, rocking you on his leaking, angry cock- so ready to paint your thighs with his white warm cum.

itadori clenches his fists, weighing the pros and cons of what he’s about to do. 

he reasons that he won't be doing anything as sukuna told him- they would just get a glimpse of you while you're sleeping so sweetly and fuck his cock to that, right next to your bed. god he wish this didn't sound as fucked up as it does right now.

you’re also too good for the fantasies racing through his head, you have always been nice to him so nice, but maybe your niceness meant something else, maybe your niceness was your innocent way if begging for his cock, nothing can stops him from stepping inside the room and closing the door behind him.

he gets close to your bed, heart beating so fast he can hear it, he settles a knee on the bed near your feet and drags the covers the rest of the way off your body, letting it entirely out for the moonlight creeping in through the sheer curtains- and for his hungry eyes, staring at you like you're his next prey.

"touch her" sukuna spit out. "no i can't we agreed we would only-".

"do you really think something like that could happen more then once kid? if you don't saviour the moment right now- it will never happen again" he tsk.

maybe after all the king of curses was right- just a bit itadori thought.

his huge hands gently get a hold of your thighs, kneading them, feelings how soft and warm they were against his cold hands that made you shift a bit from the coldness- in the process of your moving around the bed sleepy- it reveals something, itadoris gaze falls to where your nightgown shifts up, revealing the lack of underwear underneath and your bare pussy, wet and glistening.

heart pounding in his chest, he sucks in a breath through his teeth, hand moving down to palm at his cock.

“fuck. fuck. naughty fucking girl.” sukuna moans out at the sight.

itadori is overwhelmed, it's like a dream comes true, he doesn't know what to do, his hands are shaky as he stroke his cock through his pants, precum is already leaking through it, leaving a spot- he doesn't think twice as his hands make their way toward your nightgown pushing it up, to reveal more of you to his- and sukuna hungry eyes. he doesn't care that you can wake up any minute.

he softly yet hurriedly part your plumpy thighs, just to make space for him to crawl between them, his lips press against your belly button sniffing your sweet scent before trailing kissing up- till he reach a your heavy breasts, taking a fat nipples inside of his wet mouth, he can't but whine and hump your thighs at the sensation smoothing his brain.

you couldn't help it when you arch against him in your sleep, clearly inviting him in for more, he tugs at your other nipples between his fingers, circling it, his hazy eyes watching the way your body press against his, wanting him- even if you aren't aware, your body wants him just as much as his wants you.

itadori thinks he can lose it any moment, he wants to tell you how fucking perfect you look underneath him, wishes he could worship all of you like he wants. but he knows he’s limited on time, that any moment, you could wake up.

itadori can feel wet spot on his knee that was between your thighs- brushing against your bare pussy, he couldn't help but moan once he sees your silk gushing out of your pussy, so he press his knee harder letting your pussy rub in hard.

perfect.

he decides he wanna feel the warmth of you, the way you would cum on his finger, itadoris cock leaks into his briefs as he slips his middle finger inside you and feels your tight walls wrap snuggly around him- only pumping a few times before he adds another.

"yes just like that" sukuna speaks out- letting itadori know that he's doing it right, just as he taught him.

“mmm,” you moan, and he glances up at your face to watch you writhe underneath him. 

itadori seems so drunk of the feeling of your pussy, of seeing you like this, not aware of what's happening, mindless, just enjoying his touch, clenching around his fingers so hard, he knows you're gonna cum on his fingers- gush on his hand, just like he has imagined since forever.

he couldn't help the words that leave him as he pumps you faster, holding your thighs into the mattress. “i know, sweet girl. so good for me. are you gonna cum, baby?” he whispers, though it comes out more like a growl because sukuna starts filling his head.

sukuna watchs all of this, going insane watching you come apart for him has him desperately wanting to get a taste himself, maybe even leave marks, maybe even leave his cum, maybe even doing it more than one time.

fuck it, sukuna decides.

he slowly starts taking over itadori.

"what are you-" itadori eyes widen as he realize what's happening.

sukuna has taken over his body.

"sukuna what the fuck are you doing?!?" itadori yells out- "we made a deal".

"shut up. i won't break your stupid little deal- i just want to have a taste".

sukuna pump his hand more aggressively inside of your walls, as clear liquid squirt out, making wet noises, just letting him know how much you enjoy his fingers- sukuna use the wetness of yours on his cock, letting it coat him, mix with his already leaking precum as he slides in your puffy lips stretching it out for him.

“mmm, fuck,” he groans, reverently watching your face twist in pleasure and fingers dig into your pillow as he begins to take, take, and take because he’s never known how to stop. first, the tip before pushing in deeper into the heavenly tight-sweet depths of you, stretching you, working you open until his hips are flush with yours. “knew you’d have a princess cunt.”

what drives sukuna crazy is the way your cunt hug his cock so hard, that it's almost impossible for him to pull out.

you’ve always been deep sleeper; he’s glad to see nothing has changed as he starts rocking into you steadily. he’s an addict, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, lost in the hot, slick feel of you gripping him over and over again.

yes you were in sukunas past life- he immediately knew you.

he loves it- he loves the way you start moving restlessly beneath him, writhing with tiny moans that he can’t make out through the blood rushing in his ears. the sight leaves him dizzy, he finally can get his hands on you, it was so maddening for him to watch but he can touch because of the stupid boys body he's stuck in.

hes never felt this crazy in a while, and it was so refreshing for him to feel it again, he’s on top of you, rutting into you like an animal, not caring or feeling guilty- not as if he can feel any of those, he's enjoying this so much, enjoying the warmth of your pussy, finally having it and he knows he won't let it go unless he destroys it first, leaving marks from how hard he's pressing you into the metress, from how hard he was holding your hips.

his balls smack against the slickness of your pussy with a sticky pap, and he presses his thumb against your messy clit because he knows he’s not going to last much longer.

then he feels it- you coating his cock with your silk, gushing around his cock, growing so tight it makes him see stars. its so unexpected that it has him twitching deep inside you, and he’s grunting out even growling under his breath as he paints your walls white until his hips rock to a gentle stop.

“fuck.” 

he doesn't care about anything, all he can think about right now is the need of claiming you- sukuna brings a hand down to your stomach, letting it linger there. he thinks he can get you pregnant.

he gently press his forehead against yours, his cold heart is always so weak once he spills in you, how could he ever forget this feeling, even in this life you still managed to make him feel stuff.

and when you do, he fucks another load into you just to make sure it takes—because sukuna always gets what he wants.

he let's out a satisfied hum at the thought, but he couldn't help the laugh he let's out once he sees your eyes finally fluttering awake, you really haven't changed. "shhh get back to sleep sweetness of mine"

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. end ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

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