Insie

Yuji Itadori moves like an animal !!!

Could you really blame the guy?

Even without cursed energy, he’s gotten superhuman strength. And around you he’s more than the usual energetic ball of pink he was. And especially when you were wearing that short training skirt that curved your ass that he couldn’t help it.

You’re sprawled out in bed with your legs being held wiiide open as his cock is like a freight train into your poor weeping cunt with such force as he slams in that the headboard shakes and hits the wall.

He pulls out so fast that you don’t even get to whine or even register about the loss of his sex before he’s pounded back in while he holds your hips and presses wet lazy kisses around your sensitive nipples.

“Look at my princess… so-fuck! Fucking good for me..only me..so pretty..”

his soft words, your bullied pussy being abused by his rock hard cock and his greedy licks tasting your soft skin? It was just so much. “Haa~ Yu.. baby I-i can’t! ‘S too much!” You babbled, your mind too hazy to fully grasp words.

He let go of your nipple with a pop, his cock still working its way into your puffed out clit and looked at you with the widest eyes, and his hair frizzed everywhere paired with his signature pout while he places a hand on your hip with such gentleness compared to his actions right now between your sticky thighs.

“Fuck..please baby.. you feel so fucking good-I can’t..can’t stop..”

he pants, capturing your lips again, the sounds of your bodies colliding being obscene. The headboard hit the wall again. “Aah~shit! Yuu someone’s gonna-shit- hear!”

“Jus’ one more f’me.. you can do that, yeah?” God, how were you supposed to say no to that? You moan his name out and his face turns into a large smile. The sound of “thwap thwap thwap” was driving you insane as you clawed his back, scratching in deep to leave bruises (not like Yuji would object).

He places more wet and lazy kisses, sucking the skin in before he found your nipple again. His hand worked the other neglected boob, kneading it into your chest to make your back arch and flicking your pebbled nipple to make you gasp.

“Agh! Yu..Ji! Keep goingkeep going!” He chuckled before it got cut off by a groan when your back arched again to let him reach in that deep spot that made your folds clench around him. “Fuck.. first it’s too much, now y’want more?” He teases. He slaps your ass and watches it jiggle and you whine. He knew you were close.

How you sucked in his girth dick like there was no tomorrow and how every single muscle was tensing up as your face scrunched and you squeezed your eyes shut. Seeing how gorgeous you looked made him feel that low pool in his load, that was screaming to be pushed out.

. “Such a good girl for me..pretty pussy sucking me in..” tears gloss your eyes and stream down your cheeks as the pleasure became just so much. Your mind was mush and all you could think of was Yuji. 

“He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” You softly murmur to one of your son’s nurses beside you as she bowed. “He has your eyes, your highness.” She replied, her face wrinkling as she smiled in awe of how beautiful the king’s wife is. Because of your busy schedule as Ryomen Sukuna’s queen, it wasn’t often you even got time somewhat alone with your month old child, Yuji.

But when you did, your heart swelled just by looking at him. He was curled into your chest, lashes slowly blinking as his eyes got drowsy. Yuji cooed at your touch when you brought your hand to his chubby cheek.

As you watched your baby drift off into sleep, you kept holding him, softly rocking him as you paced around the vast nursery. Your husband had grumbled that the room was too childish for his son, yet had no room to say anything to how unpredictable your hormones were when you were pregnant and glowing.

You hummed a soft lullaby, and brushed Yuji’s pink hair that spiked everywhere, like his father. You heard the door slightly open. “Your majesty, the Lord requests your presence in his chambers immediately.” Urarume informs, bowing their head to you.

“I am with my child, he may wait.” You reply, unfazed how while everyone fears him, he fears you. “I do not want to argue, but he’s awaiting you. He requests you to spend the night in his wing.” “Urarume, do not worry.” You smiled at them and tended to your sleeping child. It was no doubt that the whole palace was aware you were in love with your baby. Who wouldn’t?

He was a happy boy, with his gummy smile and tiny hands always finding your hair. Not long after Urarume left the door slightly open, you could hear your large husband stalking towards the wing, his footsteps heavy.

Though maids and servants cowered in fear, scurrying out of sight when they heard him, you kept your gaze onto Yuji.

“Wife.” His voice boomed.

You turned to him and put a finger to your lips. “Shh, your son is sleeping.” Clearly, not giving him the attention he secretly desired. “Tch, a mere and Defenceless child is hogging all your attention. Did I not request you to return to my chambers?”

“He isn’t just any child, ‘kuna. He’s ours.”

You smiled softly at your husband’s jealousy with your back turned to him as you placed down the swaddled baby into his crib, before feeling his warm cheek again.

Sukuna sighed before walking towards you and placing his arms around your waist, and leaning into your hair to take in your scent. “Come, brat . Your king demands your presence.” He ordered, trying to stay assertive, but his voice just naturally softened around you, not that it was difficult to.

“Isn’t he beautiful?” You murmured. Sukuna paused. “He shall be my heir, to carry my legacy.” You paused before facing him with a satisfied expression and grabbed his hand. “Let’s head to your chambers, my lord.”

He wasted no time, once the large marble doors were shut, to hoist you up as he carried you towards his lavish bed and slightly untying your night gown from the back. He always complained that your maids did it far too tightly.

He crawled in beside you before wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You sighed into his warm touch, and leaned towards his broad chest. “Took you long enough, why wouldn’t you just say you wanted to rest, foolish brat?” Sukuna grumbled. “I was coming soon, kuna. You mustn’t be so restless. I will come at my leisure but I will always come.” You softly reassured him, one of your hands scratching his head.

His grip tightened on your shoulders. “I want you always with me. You married me, not my spawn.” He mumbled in your neck. You slightly smacked his head. “Don’t call your child your spawn. Will he not carry your legacy?” You asked, repeating his words. He stayed quiet for a few moments before finally speaking.

“He will. And I hope he’s a better king than his father.” You brought your husband’s face to look at you before giving it a soft kiss.

uhh I didn’t really care abt sukuna in this fic, but I still love my big baby. MY BABY YUJI AWWW I LOVE HIM

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Maybe it was because you looked different than anyone here at jujutsu high, or anyone in Japan. “I’m telling you, it was love at first sight when she said hi to me.” Yuji sighs, stars in his eyes with hearts spinning around him.

sipped his drink before bringing Yuji somewhat back to his senses, despite him not having any. “She said hi to everyone, Itadori.” Yuji slammed the lunch table and sprung up. “No! But she said ‘hi’ to me differently!” “Define ‘differently’.”

Nobara sighed at Yuji’s delusion. “Well… it was like.. IT WAS DIFFERENT! I should impress her somehow.” And Yuji tried everything. Handling first grade curses with ease, acting like he didn’t break a sweat as he put his hand to his mouth, yawning after ripping off a cursed spirit’s head the second you walked by.

“Oh, Yuji! Look out!”

You exclaimed and the mutant spirit had grown a body again before smacking him right in the face.

That was a fail.

His next attempt was taking the whole group (especially you) to Tokyo downtown. His mission? Show you the best movie of all time, Human Earthworm!

“Itadori, she’s gonna hate your shit.” Megumi groaned, yet Yuji was stubborn determined to make you see this cinematic masterpiece.

Only problem?

“Y/nnnn!! What’s the fashion like in your own country? I need fashion advice.” Nobara whined, clinging onto you. You chuckled, gently prying her off you. “We’re two different aesthetics Kugisaki. Besides, weren’t we gonna see a movie?”

But your last sentence was drowned out with Kugisaki exclaiming. “Hey! Let’s just go shopping! Gojo’s card!” And she yanked you away to the nearest store as she happily talked on about the new trends, leaving Yuji with his two tickets in hand.

“Damn. There goes your girl.”

Megumi unhelpfully remarked before patting him begrudgingly on the shoulder. “I’m going to find something to do. Have fun seeing worm earth human.” “It’s human earthworm!” Yuji called back to him as Megumi walked away. Well now what he was supposed to do?

Luckily, he had a new idea. “GOJO!! Do you know anyone who speaks English?” Gojo grinned. “You’re looking at moi, the English expert!” He winked. “I speak French too.”

In truth, Gojo was NOT someone who could speak English. But Yuji wouldn’t know. Each single day for a week, with Gojo’s unhelpful five minute lessons and a shit load of YouTube videos, he practiced sentences. “I.. I like… you.. you pretty so much.. yes!”

Late at night he’d practice sentence structure, pouring over translate and videos. You could even say this was the most he’s ever studied for.

His pronunciation wasn’t the best but he was confident that he set a date when he’d finally talk to you. In English. After the last mission of the day. But now as that very day was nearing to the end, and so was the mission, he found himself… nervous?! “Y/n.”

You turned around where there was a heaving Yuji, still tired from the mission but walking up to you. “Yeah? What’s up Itadori?”

Okay.. he had a whole speech memorized. He absolutely Could NOT mess this up.

“Pretty!” He blurted out.

He was going to slap himself on the face.

“Pretty?” You repeated aloud. He nodded fervently. “Yes.. you, you are so pretty! We should go to.. to..” Yuji was really struggling as he used his fingers to draw a box, playing charade with you.

“Box? Building?” You tried guessing, stifling giggles. Man, this kid was cute. “No… no.. moo..movie date! Yes! Date! Let’s go on date! I like you!” He finished triumphantly. Your eyes widened.

This kid was way too cute. You smiled and took his hand, taking note of how his cheeks turned cherry red, almost like his hair. “Alright, let’s go on a date!” You repeated, in English.

Jock!Yuji who everybody knows that he’s very happily taken. By you, of course. Girls don’t even try to ask him out anymore because they know he’ll give them a small smile and literally start talking about buying you a new plushie. “Do you think my girlfriend likes this pink or this one? I think it’s this one because she uses this shade a lot but she also said she wanted different shades for her room..”

Jock!Yuji who will barge into your dorm room and throw himself onto your soft bed filled with plushies, a billion pink cushions and the fuzziest blanket ever. He’ll be sweaty after practice and flop onto your neatly made bed, laughing mischievously if you tell him off for making the bed messy.

Jock!Yuji who’s the loud to your shyness. He knows your every single orders off the top of your head but encourages you to try and order yourself, though pressing a kiss to your temple when you squeeze his hand as a silent ask for him to do it. If it’s the wrong order? He’s not scared to speak up. Someone’s being a little too close? He’s wrapping an arm on your waist.

Jock!Yuji who makes everything a big deal when you come to his football games. “DID YOU SEE THAT, BABY?” as you shyly nod, embarrassed with all the looks on you. Or when he wins the final point, instead of huddling his team, he runs towards you and kisses you right in front of everyone. “Yuji! Everyone’s watching!” You hiss, and he pecks your nose again. “Good.”

Jock!Yuji who will talk for hours as he sits beside you. Yet the second you look like you want to say something, he’s shutting up and listening intently, grasping every single word you’re saying (though sometimes it doesn’t work because he’s thinking how gentle your voice sounds.)

Jock!Yuji who WILL match pink pajamas with you, and be your Guinea pig for makeup and skincare. Because it is all worth it for seeing you giggle while touching his face gently with cucumbers (that he eats to annoy you) and having glowing skin.

Jock!Yuji who is the taste tester for all your treats you bake. The second you text him ‘I’ve made cookies!’ He’s SPRINTING. One time you gave the first cookie to your friend, and he sulked for hours. You had to kiss him with apologies, and shove the rest of the cookies in his mouth.

Jock!Yuji who goes to you when everything is too loud. You’re his safe quiet space. He’ll come to your dorm room late at night, and nuzzle his face in your lap as you stroke his pink locks, lulling him to sleep.Jock!Yuji who you CANNOT pry him off of. Especially cuddling. He’ll be sprawled out on top of you when you wake up. You’ll slightly smack his back and try and push him off, but he’s crazy heavy. And when you finally find some space, he’s like a magnet and right on top of you five minutes later.

 Jock!Yuji who has adapted to your music, aesthetic, your everything. Happily. He will wear hand made bracelets that look out of place on his large wrist to class. “Dude, what even is that?” “A bracelet.” “It has unicorn charms on it.”

Jock!Yujiwho is slightly less hopeless in studies now that he has his awesome sauce tutor. Only problem is that he gets way too distracted with you.

Jock!Yujiwho hates seeing you cry. And he hated himself even more when you were sobbing about how you thought you weren’t for him. He hugged you hard that night, as your body shook, suppressing tears of his own. Because if anything, it’s him that doesn’t deserve you.

Jock!Yuji who loves you more than anything and always will.

Sylus sighed heavily as he slammed the door back to his base. And he marched right up to his large bedchamber. Unlike how he very roughly entered his home, he gently knocked on the door before opening it, taking extra care to not scare the love of his life, or in a single word, his wife. 

It was so crazy how the usually boisterous and ruthless ruler of this harsh yet established city was a different person with his wife. You see, ever since he learnt how certain things triggered you as a neurodivergent person, he’s learnt every single way he could to make sure you were comfortable with him. You were also extremely jumpy. So making sudden loud noises without warning scares you awake.

But Sylus has done his fair research on how to tackle conflicts regarding this issue. As he gently closes the door, he walks over to the large canopy bed that had a dark red silk covering draped on top of it. And he saw you underneath the silk, tangled up in the covers and hugging onto.. was that his own pillow?

Sylus was sure you would stir awake from the loud beating his heart was making. The sight of you snuggling with his pillow like it was him, wearing an old T shirt he swore he lost a long time ago, looking ridiculously yet adorably large on you, and in his bed. Like it should always be.

Your husband tiptoed to the shared closet, taking caution and remembering where each wooden plank was even the tiniest bit squeaky before hurriedly changing and walking to his, well, I suppose now your side of the bed. “Kitten, how am I supposed to sleep with you?” He teases, keeping his voice at a half whisper.

You hummed before rolling over the tiniest bit and crookedly stretching your arms out. And he chuckles. “I’m utterly appalled at how tiny you think I am.” As Sylus strokes your hair before gently planting a sweet kiss on the crown of your head. After nudging you just a little bit, he finally kneels onto the bed before completely lying down on the soft mattress. “Aw, did a certain kitten miss me so much, she’s now replacing me with my pillow?” 

“Don’t tell me you’re going to start taking the pillow with you.” You mumble so incoherently that it’s a wonder how that man can always understand you. “I just might, sweetie. That way I don’t feel like I’m competing for your love with an inanimate object.”

You sleepily grumble before rolling and curling towards his bare chest. You lazily let one eye open and marvel at how beautiful your husband just looked right now. Crimson red eyes softening towards you after hardening their gaze the whole day, how his tensed up body slowly lowered and relaxed into the cushiony mattress and how his smirk, that was cut off from how sunk in he was in the pillow he had to pry away from you. 

You rested your head onto the top part of his torso, and then placed one of your legs draping on top of his, and then your arms wrapping around his chest before you nuzzled into him. “I missed you.” You mutter. “I missed you too, my love.” he answered simply, suppressing the idiotic grin from creeping up his face. He was such a lovesick fool it was adorable.

Sylus sighed heavily as he slammed the door back to his base. And he marched right up to his large bedchamber. Unlike how he very roughly entered his home, he gently knocked on the door before opening it, taking extra care to not scare the love of his life, or in a single word, his wife. 

It was so crazy how the usually boisterous and ruthless ruler of this ghetto yet established city was a different person with his wife. You see, ever since he learnt how certain things triggered you as a neurodivergent person, he’s learnt every single way he could to make sure you were comfortable with him. You were also extremely jumpy. So making sudden loud noises without warning scares you awake.

But Sylus has done his fair research on how to tackle conflicts regarding this issue. As he gently closes the door, he walks over to the large canopy bed that had a dark red silk covering draped on top of it. And he saw you underneath the silk, tangled up in the covers and hugging onto.. was that his own pillow?

Sylus was sure you would stir awake from the loud beating his heart was making. The sight of you snuggling with his pillow like it was him, wearing an old T shirt he swore he lost a long time ago, looking ridiculously yet adorably large on you, and in his bed. Like it should always be.

Your husband tiptoed to the shared closet, taking caution and remembering where each wooden plank was even the tiniest bit squeaky before hurriedly changing and walking to his, well, I suppose now your side of the bed. “Kitten, how am I supposed to sleep with you?” He teases, keeping his voice at a half whisper.

You hummed before rolling over the tiniest bit and crookedly stretching your arms out. And he chuckles. “I’m utterly appalled at how tiny you think I am.” As Sylus strokes your hair before gently planting a sweet kiss on the crown of your head. After nudging you just a little bit, he finally kneels onto the bed before completely lying down on the soft mattress. “Aw, did a certain kitten miss me so much, she’s now replacing me with my pillow?” 

“Don’t tell me you’re going to start taking the pillow with you.” You mumble so incoherently that it’s a wonder how that man can always understand you. “I just might, sweetie. That way I don’t feel like I’m competing for your love with an inanimate object.”

You sleepily grumble before rolling and curling towards his bare chest. You lazily let one eye open and marvel at how beautiful your husband just looked right now. Crimson red eyes softening towards you after hardening their gaze the whole day, how his tensed up body slowly lowered and relaxed into the cushiony mattress and how his smirk, that was cut off from how sunk in he was in the pillow he had to pry away from you. 

You rested your head onto the top part of his torso, and then placed one of your legs draping on top of his, and then your arms wrapping around his chest before you nuzzled into him. “I missed you.” You mutter. “I missed you too, my love.” he answered simply, suppressing the idiotic grin from creeping up his face. He was such a lovesick fool it was adorable.

morning slipped through the curtains. You could feel Your husband Caleb from behind you, his arms loosely wrapped around your waist and legs snaking like an octopus around your own to prevent you from escaping.

You felt him slightly nuzzling into your hair as he gently snored. It felt too cozy to leave, with the ac running just cool enough to make you want to melt into your husband.

A shame that it was still a Thursday morning of work. In any minute, would your alarm-

“turn this shit offffff..”

Caleb groaned, burying himself deeper into your neck. You giggled, shifting your body to face him and cradle his face.

“Good morning, handsome.” You sang.

“Mm no.”

“Another glorious day of work today!”

“No.”

“Hm, wonder who you’re gonna yell at today! So many mysteries to uncover..”

“shut uppp.” he whines loudly And he pulls you in tighter. You squeal and try to pry his hand off of you. “calebb, we gotta get up!”

“Hmm, no we don’t.”

“Says who?”

“Says me.” He responds smugly and you scoff a laugh at how childish he was being. “I’ll go start to make coffee, that’ll wake you up…”

so after maneuvering from a clingy and whiny husband, you stood next to the counter, waiting for the hit water in the kettle to boil, when you felt those familiar warm hands tangling themselves again and a hard and arched chest pressed on your back, with a head inside your collarbone again.

You giggled as you felt lazy peppered kisses mark you. “You left me.”

“Baby, one of us had to be the responsible adult here, hm? We can’t miss work.”

“Can’t we just take the day off? I might explode again if I have to let go of you.”

You groaned and swatted his chest. “Caleb! Don’t say stuff like that!”

“It’s true! It’ll be your fault that the colonel died from a broken heart that’s now blasted into smithereens.”

You stirred sugar into your mug. “Hm, good! Maybe I won’t have to hear a certain 25 year old whining, huh?”

“You’re so mean to your Gege and husband, pipsqueak.”