Jjk Men + Tities

jjk men + tities

all characters aged up!

satoru gojo- likes biting. laughs if you wince. spends a lot of time just sucking on your titties, often falls asleep to it.

suguru geto- likes pinching. also likes flicking the nipple, twsting and pinching it. more of a finger guy then a mouth guy.

nanami kento- offers to massage your boobs and sometimes squeezes it roughly but then soothes it after. he has gropey hands *thumbs up*

toji fushiguro- this man is dirty. likes sucking on your titties with your top on and bites too. all to rile you up and leave you with your hands tied behind your back

itadori yuuji- likes peppering kisses all over it and giggles. likes to softly caress it and lay his head on it

megumi fushiguro- like to see boobs jiggle and recoil. he likes it bouncy and flicks it up and down with his finger

inumaki toge- likes licking it. his technique makes everything a lot more magical and it feels something akin to an electric shock, although pleasurable.

yuta okkotsu- another biter. but kisses it tpp. like bite-kiss-kiss-kiss-kiss-BITE-laugh-kiss, like that

noritoshi kamo- likes to mark you as his so leaves loads of hickeys, especially on the titty. bites and draws blood so that he can control you with his technique

choso kamo- likes to kiss it. and kitten licks all over it. sometimes just buries his face and goes to sleep

my pretty girl

yuuta reminds you who you belong to.

pairing : yuuta x reader (feminine pronouns. afab)

rating : explicit, not safe for work (sexual content)

type : one-shot

tags : high school!au, semi-public sex, bathroom sex, clothed sex, jealous sex, praise kink, verbal degradation, dirty talk, the usage of the words "whore" and "slut", blowjob, vaginal fingering, manhandling, slight choking, cumming inside, yuuta is jealous and possessive and hot

word count : 2,401

author's note : LOVESSS thank you so much for 100 followers!? i wrote this as my jjk debut fic, also as a celebratory fic, also as a way to treat myself while working on the requests. this might be ooc but idc because (jealous) yuuta is fucking hot.

( masterlist │ ask/request  │ ao3 )

“What?” The uninterested look he bore sent an electric thrust down your body as you felt another cry edging on your lips as his length continued harshly slamming down your throat. “Stop acting like my cock’s too big for you.”

Your knees were starting to hurt against the cold bathroom tile—bruising, you were sure, turning blue and purple—but Yuuta was merciless. He didn’t care about the brimming tears in the corner of your eyes, didn’t care about your shaking legs or your small chokes.

Slobbering sound filled the small stall, and you sat on the floor obediently like a little puppy as he used your mouth to his liking. Your uniform was wholly unbuttoned, bundled up at your elbows with your nipples peeking from your bra.

It was always his favorite look on you—clothed in the school’s garb, skirt barely covering your delicious ass and bra barely containing your tits. He thinks you look fucking hot in times like these, especially when you’re being so good, sucking him dry as class continued to take place.

“That’s it,” Yuuta groaned, throwing his head against the door as he dragged the cigarette off his lips, blowing an array of smoke into the air. You’ve gotten used to the cigarette by now, in fact, you loved inhaling the bitter nicotine as he continued facefucking you.

The thought of being Yuuta’s faithful whore—the one he has at his disposal at all times—arouses you to the point of madness, all the times he fucks you behind the school or on top of the teacher’s table after class.

You felt your panties dampening as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, keeping your head in your place as he changed the pace to a quicker one, accelerating the beats of your heart.

“Gonna cum, yeah?” He gritted, his wet balls hitting your chin as you struggled to keep your eyes open at him—good girls maintain eye contact when being talked to. The harsh tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, your jaws hurt as hell, but you kept still.

Your fingers crumpled against your skirt when he gave you one last thrust, shooting his warm seed down your throat. You struggled against his length, the fluid sliding down your throat as you swallowed all of him.

When Yuuta pulled his limping dick out of you, it was like a gasp of fresh air. You could feel your dizzy head gaining oxygen, blinking your pretty lashes up at him as he pulled your arm to get you to stand up straight. You could still taste his sweet seed on your tongue, smeared all over your lips too, making you look like a wrecked mess.

Yuuta clicked his tongue, “Turn around.”

You obeyed his order, whimpering softly when you felt the bruised skin of your knees pressing against the cold toilet lid.

He threw the cigarette bunt on the floor, killing it with his steps as he pushed you against the closed toilet bowl, your hands holding yourself up against the wall. You felt his large hands roaming your thighs, palming your ass under your skirt with a hard squeeze.

A whimper escaped your mouth, and he scoffed, rubbing the slickness of your slit through your thin panties. He pushed them aside to dip his calloused ring finger in your folds, your juice immediately coating his digit, before pulling away.

Using one finger to slid them down to your mid-thighs, Yuuta spread your ass cheeks for a moment to admire how wet you were, with your pussy lips glistening and hole nipping at nothing, like inviting him to ravish your pussy.

“Yuuta,” you mewled quietly as his hand found your throat. You felt his tip prodding the entrance of your cunt, slowly kissing the insides of your pussy.

“Mhm?” He pressed his chest against your back, his other hand snaking around your upper body to grope on your tit. “Can you feel me inside of you?” He whispered against your ear, lips nibbling on it, the smell of nicotine on his breath causing you to tense against him.

You whimpered, squeezing your hands as you felt your pussy accommodating the size of his cock, his length filling you completely. Your hole was burning, and you tried blinking away the leftover tears from when he mouthfucked you.

“Can you feel how easy you’re taking me in right now? Didcha got this wet from just sucking me off?”

He pressed his lips against your wet cheek, using his fingers to roll your nipple between them. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, breathing in heavy his peculiar scent that seemed to drive you even more to the edge. Your cunt was burning, everything was so hot, you found yourself lost in the way your walls were perfectly wrapping around his cock, the way his big hands were holding you so tightly that you felt like you could have burst at any moment.

When you didn’t respond to his questions, however, he stopped pushing himself in.

“Answer me.”

You took your lower lip between your teeth, nodding your head with your eyes shut, almost complaining at his pause, but you knew better.

“Yeah,” you breathed out, trying to grind yourself down to him, “I— I can feel you in me.”

Yuuta gave a satisfactory hum, letting you press your ass on him and swallow his dick whole. He watched your expression, the way your pretty, plump lips quiver with every breath you took. He looked down on your ample tit, cupping it through the fabric of your laced bra, letting you make full of his hand.

You fit in so perfectly in his hands, he felt you swallow your slobbering spit down your throat, it was like you were designed just for him.

“Good girl,” the praise that came out his mouth excited you.

You peeked at his face—so close to yours, just inches away from kissing your lips—and felt his hand tightening around your throat. Your cunt clenched, chest heaving at the greed in his gaze.

“My good girl?”

Yuuta pulled himself away, your pussy already missing the way he was jamming you full. You could feel your back arching, mouth nodding as you mindlessly chased after his dick.

“Yours,” you slurred, mouth staring at his full lips, and Yuuta snickered at how fucking stupid you looked, tongue out and eyes half-lidded.

You were completely devoid of him by now, only his tip stayed in your little cunt and you whined to get his attention, pushing your face against his cheek.

“My little whore,” he said again, the hand on your tit leaving to rub itself all over your torso. You felt his hard palm traveling under your skirt to lightly graze on your clit.

You whimpered, nodding your head, still trying your best to keep your eyes open and maintain your eye contact. Yuuta watched how drool was starting to collect on the edge of your lips with your mouth wide open.

His two fingers rubbed down on your clit, causing you to let out a small yelp, your hips rolling down to his hands as you quietly pleaded for him, “Rub my clit harder, please, Yuuta.”

“This cunt,” he rested his chin on your shoulder, following your pleas and pressed down on your clit harder, to take a better look at the expression you were making, “whose is it?”

You gritted your teeth, the sensation of his fingers rubbing circles, so wet and hot, burning a fire inside of you.

“Yours,” you let out a long whine, feeling your knees shudder as you approached an orgasm.

“Yuuta,” you called out, already forgetting his dick in your cunt as you grind down to his hand. “Think ‘m cumming, think—haaahhh—cumming, cumming—“

As you felt your hips bucking, clit suddenly overwhelmed with sensitivity, Yuuta slammed his cock right back into your empty cunt. You threw your head back at the sudden thrust, keeping your eyes at Yuuta to recognize amusement in his eyes.

“Yuuta,” you felt your body go limp, but his strong arms held you up. You could feel him pounding your pussy in a hard, rhythmic pattern, not giving your clit a break.

“Yuutaaaa,” your fingers clawed at the wall, “s’too much, too much, too deep.”

“Too much?” He mockingly repeated, his big cock constantly splitting you wide open, “you’re my good girl, you just gotta fuckin’ take it.”

You gasped at every one of his thumps, vision blurring as he overstimulated your throbbing clit.

Your whining was getting louder, echoing through the empty bathroom walls, drowning in the sound of your squelching cunt.

“Takin’ me in so good,” he grunted, shutting his eyes as his lips made their way to press fluttering kisses on the back of your shoulder, “you really are my little whore, huh? My slut?”

“Yours yours yours,” you pressed your lips together to prevent a curse from slipping out.

“Not Fushiguro’s, not Inumaki’s,” he dug his teeth down your skin, and you could feel his thrusts getting harder and harder, hitting you in your good spots. “Especially not fucking Itadori’s, right?”

You whimpered, head nodding.

“You’re lucky I’m so nice,” Yuuta finally released your clit from his fingers, both hands going to grasp hard on your hips as he lifted himself from you to properly hammer your cunt. “Shit— lucky that when I see you act so good and nice to Itadori, all I do is pound this little pussy, huh?”

He flipped your skirt to see your full ass, dragging your hips before slamming them down to his crotch.

“Fuck, go ahead,” he grunted, “you can thank me for being so kind.”

“Thank—hng!“ you sputtered, accompanied with little gasps and mewls, “Thank you—“

He didn’t let you finish.

Yuuta took your arm and pressed your back against his chest, his lips finding their way to your neck, biting down and swirling his tongue around the sensitive bit of your skin, marking you as his own.

“I’m cumming,” he kissed the skin under your ears, the pace of his hips suddenly becoming erratic.

“Cum inside,” before he could say anything, you squealed out the offer, feeling your walls tightened around him. “Fill me up— up with your c-cum,” you felt your tits spilling out of your bra.

Yuuta hooked his arm with your elbows, “Gonna fill you up so good.”

You nodded your head, biting your lips before eventually letting your mouth hang open as he pumped into you, “Fill me.”

Who was he to refuse?

Yuuta dug his teeth on your shoulder again, completely thrusting into you two more times before pausing. You held your breath, cunt twitching when you finally felt his warm semen filling your pussy the same time you reached another orgasm, juice only not flowing out of your hole because his dick was stuffing you full.

“Fuuuuck,” Yuuta breathed, letting go of your hands to only grope at your tits, still propping you up against his chest. He roughly pulled the tight fabric down and watched your tits bounce out, jiggling after being freed. He pressed his nose against your neck, “You look so good.”

“S’big,” you murmured as his fingers pinched your nipples, causing you to jolt in surprise. “You’re so big—“

“You’re my whore, arentcha?” He gave your tits one last squeeze before letting you go, softly pushing your body down on the toilet lid so that your ass was high up in the air. “You can take it.”

You whined, wiggling your hips and he watched how your ass cheeks were slapping against each other, his cock still buried deep inside of you.

Yuuta slowly pulled his softening dick from your hole, the squelching sound decorating the air before finally disappearing with his dick. He crouched on the floor, using one thumb to spread your pussy lips apart, watching the mixture of his thick cum and your juice dribbling down your thigh.

He pressed a soft kiss against your entrance, and you reached your hand out to push his face away, already feeling your cunt secreting more slickness at the touch.

“Yuuutaaaa…”

He chuckled, and instead of eating you out, he dipped two fingers in your soaking cunt, scissoring you wide open as soon as you swallowed his fingers whole.

You pressed your face against the ceramic of the toilet, gripping on it with your eyes shut.

Yuuta pumped his fingers in and out of your hole, watching in delight as you obediently took his fingers in, before adding a third one.

“I’m the only one who can see you like this,” he muttered, as you tried muffling your whimpers with the skin on the back of your hand. “Wet, full of cum, squirming around my fingers.”

You nodded your head, though you were not sure if he could see you or not.

He curled his three fingers inside your cunt, causing your knees to wobble under the weight of your sensitive body.

“Say it,” he urged, constantly curling them inside as if caressing your pussy walls.

“You— you’re the,” your mouth gaped, voice unclear from all the bliss, “the only one, see me— see me like— nghh—“

Yuuta scoffed at your lack of ability to do what he wanted, but he quickened the pace of his fingering, hitting you deeper with every thrust.

“Yeah,” he finally said, “we know you’re dumb for my fingers. Don’t gotta show it, you fucking slut.”

You whimpered, but you continued anyway.

“Yours,” you kept trying to say, insisting on him knowing that you belong fully to him and no one else. You cunt squeezed his three fingers, hips slowly rolling. “N-not Fushiguro’s—“

“Mhmm?” Yuuta raised an eyebrow, a small smirk etched on his lips as he felt his dick hardening again.

He really didn’t pick the wrong girl to be with, you were so perfect and so good for him, so faithful to him and just him.

“—n-not Inu— Inumaki’s—“

Yuuta pulled his fingers away and stood up, positioning his hardening dick on your entrance once again.

“—a-and especially n-not Ita— Itadori’s—“

He pummeled your needy hole again, satisfied at your pretty voice, telling him that you didn’t belong to any of those other guys.

“That’s it,” Yuuta pulled himself out of your cunt before slamming himself inside again, “pretty girl, my pretty girl.”

DAYDREAMING!AU || a little petty

request: okay but can we perhaps see yuuta getting protective of DDR….. and maybe him saying something along the lines of ‘leave my girlfriend alone’…..

please? for a treat?

note: honestly, you know my weakness for my babies >< whenever i get to write for my husband Yuta, there is no way I can avoid that faith lmao. 

pronouns: she/her

daydreaming!reader masterlist

If there was one thing that Yuta prides himself of, it is his patience. 

From the moment he had entered the college, he had been taught that the patient person always gets the outcome that they want at the end. And from the most part, he likes to think that he does take that advice to heart and try to be the best version of himself that he possibly can be. However, everything has a limit. 

And the longer he stared from where he was seated, grip tight around his glass of iced juice, he was starting to think that he was going to find his limit today. 

It all started with a message - Yuta was quietly washing up from the lunch that Y/N had made them when he heard the sound of familiar footsteps running towards him; warm giggles filling the air of the communal kitchen. Just hearing those giggles had Yuta chuckling as he turns off the faucet, wiping his hands dry with a towel just as he turns to catch the giggling girl in his arms. “What got you all excited like this?”

Yuta’s amused question was answered with another fit of giggles before Y/N pulls her face away from his chest, holding her phone screen to the taller male before him. “Remember Hatori? Him, Riku and I are classmates when we were younger, and Riku keeps in contact with our middle school classmates,” Y/N explained whilst Yuta thought back to the couple he had met a few times - Hatori and his boyfriend, Riku had grilled him the moment they found out that he was dating Y/N. But it was all done out of love for her, and soon the three men became good friends; Yuta playing video games with Toge and Riku, and share a few texts with Hatori about new anime merch and where to get them. “What about it?”

“They are having a get together for everyone who is in middle school!,” Y/N replied excitedly as she shakes her phone before his face, to which Yuta just chuckles before he carefully catches her wrist with one hand to stop her shaking. Squinting at the screen a little, he read over the simple message that Riku had sent to a group chat that the three of them are in; humming quietly at the link to register for the event. “I guess you wanna go?”

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Separate, ofcourse.

Until some scenario like:

Scenario #1

After Yor’s final job as the Thorn Princess is completed, Garden hoists a party in her honor, in which she gets really really drunk. First is a glass or two, and she is smiling at everything and everybody. After a bottle, she cries, emotional about having to leave her colleagues behind. After two, she confesses to Shopkeeper how much they mean to her. After three, she’s trudging back home, feeling as free as a bird, her inhibitions worn away with the drinks.

Its late at night, but not too late for Loid to be sleeping. She looks at the lights in the apartment and knows Loid left them on for her. My husband, waiting for me. The thought makes her heart race. From today on, she would not be hiding anything from him. She would finally get to be a full time wife and support him and raise Anya. How much work had he done as a good father and a mindful husband (to a wife like her, no less) managing everything with his doctoring profession of insane hours? Now she could support him without having to worry about any secrets or misunderstandings. Maybe they should go on an outing tomorrow to celebrate? Maybe she should tell him how grateful she is to him and this family for keeping her grounded.

Maybe she should tell him how much she admires him, too.

Upon arriving, Yor takes her time taking a bath and changes, donning a baggy shirt and a pair of shorts, her limbs on autopilot, her mind still plenty inebriated. She switches off the lights, more out of habit of waiting for Loid for so many nights because he overworked at the hospital.  Before she heads to her room, she glances back at Loid’s. Should she check on him? Maybe he’s fallen asleep with a book on his face, or with the light still on? 

Why could she not just go into her room right now and sleep the whole day off until she could think rationally again? He’s your fake husband Yor. Fake. Husband. But she wants to see him and tell him that from this moment on she would be a real wife and mother, no shady profession on the side.

Yor shakes her head vigorously, almost enough to make herself nauseous. Room. Now. She yanks her bed room door open and closes it with enough force to rattle the doorframe. Or maybe it was her own body rattling off with this unnecessary and newfound want. She huffs out loud, cheeks flushed from both her thoughts and the drinks. She paces the room, up and down. Maybe she didn’t actually drink much at all, but her mind is making up excuses for her bizarre thoughts of wanting to bid Loid good night, or see him on his bed. Yor almost pulls her hair out of her head. She needs to sleep.

So she does, plopping on to her queen sized bed, and gets under the covers and turns off the lamp switch and arranges her pillow and tucks into a foetal position and grabs another pillow to hug and-

How empty. she thinks. How big this bed is and how much I regret ever agreeing to have separate bedrooms.

*** 

Loid isn’t asleep. 

He listens to the clock on his nightstand ticking away the seconds. He listens to the breeze and the distant sound of the still busy city. He listens to the trudging steps of his fake wife going about preparing for bed.

No, that was some time ago. He had listened to it. His mind still plays it out loud in his head and he can’t help but fret about it. 

She’d told him that it was an office party for a retired colleague of hers. She had looked positively radiating when she had prepared for the dinner. Nothing overly done, just a simple dress and almost no make-up, but she had looked nice. 

Today’s the final day Loid! she had said with a melancholy smile that had made his shady brain come up with a thousand things she could mean with the wording. A departing colleague was such news? What kind of relationship did they have? Was she planning to take a vital decision in her life? Move out from Ostania perhaps? Was she changing professions? Or maybe there was someone special she was meeting at the party? It didn’t make sense, but he couldn’t help thinking about them. 

More than anything, was she alright? 

Loid knew how Yor couldn’t handle liquor and how much her inability to refuse got her into drinking too much(or doing anything too much honestly). He remembered too vividly all the times destruction has come after Yor got intoxicated. He could still recall the powerful kick he’d received and it’s been his fault. Loid never blamed her for getting drunk, but he did worry about her possibly dying if she didn’t watch it. On all the occasions before, he’d been there to keep her in line. But today she must have downed at least a bottle. Was she alright? But he had only heard footsteps and doors closing, no loud thudding or furniture breaking. She must be fine and sound asleep by now. She always did sleep fitfully after getting thoroughly drunk. Maybe he should make some breakfast tomorrow to help her with the hangover that is sure to come. No, maybe he should let her sleep in tomorrow. She must be exhausted.

Why are you thinking so much of Yor anyway? She handled her liquor before you came into the picture. Still alive, isn’t she? His inner agent chided. 

Because she is my wife and the mother of my child and for Operation Strix to be a success she must exist in good health with a sound mind.

‘fake wife and the fake mother of my fake child’ You don’t have to say that out loud, but you used to do so at least in your thoughts. 

Loid pushed his head deeper into his pillow. 

Used to. 

This was normal. He had lived with them for months; it was only natural for him to assume them to be real, it was his own subconscious helping him to play his role as husband and father optimally-

His door opened.

Loid almost whipped out the gun he had secured under the bed, but stopped himself as the clouds parted and the light hit the silhouette standing at his door.

Yor, clutching a pillow, in her night attire, hair unbound and cheeks so red that the colours of everything around her seemed dull in comparison. He switched on the bedside lamp. Her gaze seemed unfocused. Inebriated.

Still Loid’s eyes flitted to every one of his secret spots in the room within the span of a second to make sure nothing was out of order. It was also enough time for him to calm the racing in his heart and the pounding in his ears. And then his eyes fell on her person once again.

‘…Yor,’ he carefully moved his legs to stand up. He knew how she was on edge when she was drunk. But before he could ask what she was doing in his room or before he stood up, Yor made her way to his bed, got under the covers beside him and snuggled in to his pillows.

And just like that, they were on the same bed.

Today’s the final day, Loid!

Had she come to say goodbye in her own weird way to tell him she was done playing family and would move on?

It was almost believable because Yor never had so much as knocked on his door/stepped into his room without his permission. But now she was in his bed, under the same sheets that were draped on his person. Drunk and maybe thinking this was the best what to say that she had always been in this exclusively for the fitting profile it provided. 

He wanted to ask her. He wanted to know what she meant by her actions. But he also knew she would remember nothing come tomorrow. It shouldn’t bother him. He should just go sleep on the couch and give her space. Loid didn’t know how long he sat on the bed dumbfounded until Yor got up, leaned over him and turned off the night lamp.

Whatever that was happening was not real. Yor would never be so brazen as to even accidentally brush her skin with him. But he has to accept reality as he feels the pressure of her hand on his shoulder to lie down, Loid. And Loid, upon seeing that she is facing his side, turns away from her because he just can’t keep looking at that heated sleepy face. 

Twilight was screaming bloody murder inside but Loid could hardly hear him with the pounding of his own heart. He tries to compartmentalize what he is feeling, tries to shut his emotions in a locker to be thrown away in a raging sea like a precious treasure that is never meant to be found again. He tries to rationalize whatever he thinks his wife must be thinking-

Loid’s whole existence comes to a screeching halt as he feels Yor snuggles her body to the curve of his spine, as she hikes up a leg to drape on his thighs, as she puts an arm around his torso and as she rests her head between his shoulder blades. Loid thinks he’s stopped breathing. He wants so much to untangle himself, run away out of the house.

Or turn around and hold her in return.

For the first time in a decade as a spy, he doesn’t know what to do.

‘I’m so lucky…’ he hears Yor murmuring and feels his cheeks flush. His reactions are atrocious! The one time he had blushed so hard before was playing Anya’s saviour at the castle in front of all WISE personnel. What was this feeling in his belly? 

‘Yor?’ he calls out experimentally, cursing his voice that sounds thick with emotion.

‘I’ll always be your wife, Loid,’ she says, rubbing her nose on to him and sighing contentedly. It tickles and sends shivers up his body. But not more than two minutes later, Loid can hear her breathing evenly, utterly dead to the world.

Sleep could never have been so farther from him in a long long time.

***

The next day, Loid only wakes up because Anya is banging on the door. 

‘Papa! It’s past ten and I watched spy wars and didn’t wake you guys up, but I’m hungry! I want croissants!’

He bellows an ‘okay, coming right up!’ but turns around to snuggle Yor for just a few more minutes.

He had never slept so soundly in an entire decade.

And his mind doesn’t register how Anya knew they were sharing a bed. Ofcourse. 

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

incubus!Ryomen Sukuna x f!reader

genre. forbidden love, romance, smut

s. who knows how many lives we have lived and how many we have forgotten in the course of our existence. “you should be grateful ….” he says with a smirk as you feel a strange connection building between the two of you

cw. huge cock!Sukuna, mild dubcon at first, size kink, dirty talk, oral, fingering, squirting, manhandling, creampie, praise, tits play, belly bulge, cumflation, 69, doggy, mating press + plot twist | wc. 6K

cw. lower-ranking incubus!Yuji — Yuji is Sukuna’s underling

an. Sukuna in his incubus form has 4 arms and horns + his usual tattoos — rbs + interactions are appreciated — m.list

There is a sculpture at the entrance to the private college you attend.

A beautiful naked woman lying on what is supposed to represent a bed trying to push away a monstrous being, with horns and wings, who wants to lie with her.

You have always found the work interesting. The way the artist carved into the white marble the woman’s frightened expression, the draping of the sheets beneath her, the scary being laying its claws on her flesh.

“You’ve been looking at this statue for three years, it’ll be there tomorrow too,” the blonde’s voice made you wrinkle your nose, “the new sensei is coming today, come on, I’m curious”.

They were all in trepidation for the arrival of the new art history teacher. The only man who would be present inside the women’s college you’ve been attending for three years now. Everyone had been talking about him for weeks and finally, after winter break, he had arrived.

The art room had never been so full and after getting a glimpse of the new sensei you could see why.

He looked anything but like a teacher. His pink hair was pulled back tied in a small bun, his tattooed arms were clutched in the white t-shirt he wore, and his biker boots pulled tight around his ankles.

Something about him made your stomach tickle as the lessons got deeper.

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just wondering if you’d think yuuta would be jealous of the first years getting too comfy with s/o like maybe one time s/o called out “yuu” both yuuji & yuuta respond & they’re like 👁👄👁

𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 | 𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐓𝐀.

you’re sweet, it’s yuuta’s favorite thing about you—a little too sweet at times, but it’s lovable all the same. and yuuta has grown some, he’s not as much of the timid young boy as he used to be. fighting curses and seeing the things he has and training as vigorously as he does is enough to toughen anyone up, and he’s no exception. but still, he’s always remained your kind, sweet, sensitive little yuuta deep down.

and then there’s yuji. yuji is too perfect for his own good. he’s too easy to befriend, too easy to trust, too easy to grow fond of, and too easy to love.

he’s kind, sweet, sensitive, and magnetic. now that’s a deadly combination if he’s ever seen one, and if the way your eyes brighten when you see yuji is anything to base it off of, yuuta would say you think so too.

“yuu,” you call out, a small grin on your face as you approach yuuta and the pink-haired boy beside him, and when both of their heads snap to your direction, yuuta can’t help but feel his stomach churn. “oh,” you pause, blinking for a moment before giggling, “i meant him,” you point to yuuta.

he’s a tad bit relieved that it’s him you’re looking for, or he thinks the churning in his stomach would be infinitely worse. but then yuji smiles bashfully, looks down and lets out a nervous chuckle as he blushes, and then yuuta’s fists clench just a little.

yuji seems rather fond of you, fond enough that it makes yuuta’s heart plummet—and truth be told, it also makes his blood boil just a little.

“oops,” his younger classmate huffs out a soft laugh, “guess i got ahead of myself there,” he murmurs.

“aww, yuji,” you tease, and much to yuuta’s horror, you’re reaching over to pinch itadori’s cheek, and he’s left to wonder—when had you gotten so comfortable that causal touches were a part of the norm? “if you want a nickname you can just say so.”

“that’s not what i meant,” itadori mumbles shyly. “i just…you know…yuji? yuu? i thought it was for me for a second there.”

“it was for yuuta. for me,” yuuta cuts in, and he has to dig his nails into his palm as he clenches his fists, watching you smile gently to itadori. it’s okay, your expression reads, almost like you’re reassuring the boy—but it’s not okay.

your yuu is him—yuuta. not yuji. you’re here for him, to see him, to smile at him and grab his hand and tug him along as he follows. but you’re staring at itadori fondly, and it’s starting to hurt just a little.

“well we can’t both be yuu,” itadori laughs good-naturedly, and if he wasn’t such a gentle soul, yuuta wonders if he’d hate the boy. but there’s no hating itadori yuji—he’s much too good deep in his soul to be hated. “i’ll leave you two alone then,” he hums, patting your head with a happy smile before he’s off.

the touch isn’t even to him, but yuuta feels his skin burn, prickling at every inch as his heart drops.

you turn to him, beaming as your arms nestle their way around his neck, and even if not enough, there’s still some comfort in the action.

“hi baby,” you murmur, pressing a soft peck to his jaw, “i was looking for you.”

and this is silly—this is small, and not that big of a deal, and not even your fault, but yuuta can’t help the doubts that slowly plague his mind. he can’t fight the voices that hunch over his back and whisper into his ear, drowning out the sound of your voice before you can make it all better.

“me?” he asks, and there’s an edge to his voice that almost says he doesn’t believe you. your brows furrow just a little, your hand sliding to cup his cheek and tilt his face to look at you better.

“yes you, silly,” you huff out a small laugh, “who else?”

yuuta wants to mutter that evidently, it could seem like a certain someone, but he doesn’t have the heart to ever be grouchy with you. so he swallows his insecurities, tries to bury them in the deepest of crevices in his mind so they won’t be dug up again—but it’s like he’s digging into concrete, and the ground is too tough, just won’t break to let him shove his feelings down.

“no one,” he mumbles, not meeting your eyes.

and if you decided one day that itadori yuji was the boy of your dreams, that he was the one who could paint your skies and hang the stars just how you’d like them, yuuta doesn’t think he’d be surprised. if itadori is a swirl of vivid shades, colors that could brighten your world and bring you to life—yuuta thinks he pales in comparison, dim hues muddled together that could never show you the world through scenery as breathtaking.

but then your thumb trails over his cheek, tracing the soft curve of his face before hooking under his chin and pulling his face a little closer. he settles for looking at your lips, not yet ready to meet your gaze.

“what’s wrong, baby? what’s got you so down, hmm?” your voice is concerned, a soft breath that rolls off your tongue and soothes over the aches, placating them so easily—but he’s left to wonder: how long?

how long can you keep up the facade that he’s enough for you to happily crave more and more of? how long can you keep looking him in the eyes and getting lost in their depths? how long before enough is simply not enough any longer?

he doesn’t voice his concerns. “nothing,” he shrugs instead. “what are you—”

“don’t say nothing,” you sigh quietly, and by now, your hand has wandered past his shoulder to bury into his hair, scratching at his scalp gently as you twirl the strands of dark locks around your fingers. “it can’t be nothing, you know. no one knows you better than me,” you say with a sense of pride in your voice.

there’s a small bit of hope in that—a small part of him that revels in the victory of knowing you’re prideful that you see past him and catch glimpses no one else can. so he lets himself be vulnerable with you—because even with his doubts, he’s still you’re kind, sweet, sensitive little yuuta.

“just…didn’t know you and itadori knew each other so well,” he finally mumbles. it’s silent for a moment, and yuuta starts to accept that maybe you’re going to say what he knows is inevitably coming after all.

anyone would love to know itadori yuji like that—why should you be an exception?

yuuta wishes it was before he fell so hopelessly for you, wishes it was before the sound of your laugh was a melody he knew by heart—it’d hurt less, it wouldn’t make his lip wobble the way it’s wobbling right now.

“oh, baby,” you chuckle, cupping his face with both your hands, squeezing them together as you pull his forehead to yours, “you don’t have to be jealous. he’s just yuji.”

you offer him a sweet smile and eyes full of light, and he offers you a teary-eyed tilt of his head in confusion.

“but—”

“but you’re yuuta. you’re my yuu,” you whisper against his mouth, breath fanning over his skin before you press a delicate peck onto his lips. it’s short, a little too quick for his liking, but it makes him shiver nonetheless. “and i love you, my pretty boy.”

one more peck to his lip, then two, and then you’re kissing him deeply, grabbing his hands and guiding them to your hips before your arms wrap around his neck once more. he pulls you closer on instinct, and even if yuuta sees himself a muddle of colors, he feels bright hues seep through your lips and color him new—and it’s enough.

he thinks it’s enough, even if just for now.

“you were looking for me?” he asks breathlessly one more time as he pulls away, just to be sure. you watch as his eyes lighten a shade as you nod, smiling when his arms wrap impossibly tighter around you.

“of course, i was,” you press a kiss to his jaw, “who else?”

your honor he is my sugarplum baby boy