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yuji itadori x fem!reader

summary : you are used to babying your sunshine bf not knowing that sunshine has layers that burn and you came to know that after injuring yourself in a mission.

Warnings: toxic!yuji (kinda), obsession, mild nsfw, dry humping, mentions of blood, murder,slight gore?

"muah!"

you are woken up by a ticklish feeling on your neck which turns out to be your pink haired bf peppering soft wet grossly loud kisses all over you.

this is his tactic of waking you up ever since he started sleeping in your dorm , which is 5 months.

months ago this munchkin got hurt enough to leave a massive stain in his dorm bed and this jerk didnt even go to shoko sensei for aid. "its a minor injury babe and shes already got her hands full, didnt wanna bother her with me" is what your bf said. ofc. even after getting his back sliced he cared about others.

it was then you decided to take matters in your hands and took him to your dorm and made him promise to sleep in here after his missions, yuji who usually protested in these cases noded immediately, eyes lightening up as if he won a lottery.

since then , mission or not, yuji came over whenever he wanted and latched on to you, you didnt mind his clinginess ( which btw was a lot considering he would negotiate with you to not go peeing cuz sir was laying on you lap; if u did? he would follow you and wait on the door like an imprinted duck) so yeah, he didnt mind his unbearable clinginess. how could you? when hes staring at you with so much honeyed affection its pouring out of his eyes, when he nuzzles in your lap letting out deep low groans after finding a comfortable spot, dead out in seconds when you caress his hair.

you cant.

you are not the type to be one of those gfs who treat thier bfs like a child

but yuji. yuji itadori molds you that way. his sincerity and blunt attachment forces u to baby him

to you, hes a sunbeam, escape from this jujutsu world, escape from curses

you couldn't imagine, not in your wildest dreams, that he was capable of malice.

So, imagine the sheer, icy shock that flooded your veins when you woke up from the hazy blur of Shoko’s anesthesia to a terrifying truth. You had been battered and broken after a setup—a Grade 2 sorcerer being you thrown to the wolves against a Special Grade.

And your sweet, golden retriever boyfriend had responded by committing absolute, unbridled slaughter.

The buildings within a ten-mile radius of your mission? Decimated.

The curses lurking in the shadows? Eradicated.

And the corrupt higher-ups who had carelessly signed your death warrant? Gone.

Even a few civilians had caught the crossfire because Yuji had torn through the city without dropping a single, fucking veil.

Somewhere in the shadows, Gojo Satoru—who had happily fed Yuji the names of the men responsible—was likely beaming with pride.

But you were just terrified. Why? How?

Yuji? Your Yuji?

Nobara sat by your infirmary bed, her expression a mix of awe and deep unease. "He dropped his own mission and ran when he heard you got set up," she explained quietly. "He was late. When he saw you..."

She swallowed hard.

"He dropped to his knees. The idiot was trembling so hard. He tried to pick you up, but you winced, so I swatted his hands away. Then we rolled you over and he saw... he saw the gashes across your stomach."

Nobara paused, her eyes darkening at the memory.

"He just lost it. His eyes went completely dead. I kept shouting his name, but it was like he couldn't hear me. He just silently handed you to Shoko and walked out to find Gojo. I don't know what he said, but—"

Thud.

The heavy infirmary door swung open.

There stood your boyfriend. He was panting heavily, his broad, solid frame casting a long, moody shadow across the sterile room. Fresh, jagged scratches marred his skin—scars you hadn't seen before.

"Kugisaki. Leave." His voice didn't sound like Yuji. It was a low, gravelly command that left absolutely no room for argument.

Nobara stood up, rolling her eyes to mask the tension. She threw you a quick thumbs-up and slipped out. The door clicked shut, sealing you in.

You stared at the boy in front of you. "Yuji, what am I hearing—"

"It's Yuu for you, Y/N."

"That's not the poi—"

you couldnt finish your sentence as he came near you and tugged you loose clothes up, too much, the underside of your breasts was in view but yujis eyes only scanned for scars, which were none thanks to shokos reversed cursed technique

even tho he wasnt looking at the exposure, you still felt embarrased

"never again'

you looked up to see him staring directly at you

he dropped your shirt and scooped you up

" never again am i gonna let you get hurt baby"

"im so sorry" his eyes were glassy and for a second you could see your adorable bf but his eyes darkened again, staring intensely as he tucked a stray hair behind your ear

you looked down

you were nervous

you dont know why you were nervous

maybe cuz yuji never intimidated u like this?

he made u look up at him by his index finger on you chin as he sighed

"look at me"

your eyes dropped again you were fucking nervous!

yuji frowned and grabbed your jaw with his hand with more force

"keep looking at me"

he leaned in resting your temples together while still making eye contact

"yeah just like that"

he put his free hand infront of your face

"hold my hand"

you obediently held it

he interlocked your fingers bringing it near his lips giving it a chaste kiss

all this time maintaining eye contact

your breath hitched

"yuji-

"say you love me"

you paused for a second making him harden his hold on you

"tell me you love me baby"

'i..i love you.."

"louder"

"i love you"

he dropped his head on your neck inhaling your scent

"again"

" i love yo-ah!

he bit near your pulse softening the sting with sloppy wet kisses before looking at u

"did i tell u to stop?'

"huh?"

he gave u a sharp stare before kissing you, putting so much force in it your lips felt the sting

he tilted his head adjustign you in his arms as he mutteres in between

" i love you. i love you so much i feel insane. i love you so much that i hate what you are making me feel"

His kisses dragged a burning trail down your neck as he slowly lowered you back onto the mattress, following your body down until he was hovering over you, caging you in. His hands slid under your shirt, large palms stroking the curve of your ribs before settling heavily on your waist, his thumbs pressing into your skin.

"This soft skin of yours was slashed. Flesh torn. Your sweet scent was entirely masked by blood, Y/N." His voice was a devastated whisper. "I don't want you covered in blood, baby."

"I want you filled with softness, comfort... me."

"I don't want you worrying about curses."

"I want you sleeping, dreaming of my touch." He dragged an open-mouthed kiss along your collarbone, a deep rumble vibrating in his chest. "Or waking up needing it."

"Yuji," you panted, trying to inject some reason into the heavy, intoxicating air. "Everyone gets hurt on missions. I'm not special. I'll heal and get back to fighting. I'm strong."

"You are strong, baby. You are so damn strong," he murmured, his teeth grazing your earlobe, sending a shiver cascading down your spine. "But I'm not. So be strong right here. On my lap."

Before you could process his words, his hands gripped your hips, lifting and pulling you forward until you were straddling him, sitting perfectly aligned over the thick, agonizingly heavy ridge pressing against the denim of his pants.

You let out a sharp gasp, your body shivering as a sudden, aching friction flared right at your center.

"Yuji, if you think you can seduce me into quitting sorcery, you are one dumb fuck," you breathed, though your voice lacked its usual bite.

Yuji stilled, looking up at you with a mock pout that didn't quite reach the dark, feral look in his eyes. "I'll just take up every single one of your missions, so good luck trying to fight."

You glared down at him, your hands resting on his broad shoulders. "You can't do that."

A slow, wicked smirk curved his lips. He rolled his hips upward, just a fraction, biting his lower lip as a stifled moan escaped you.

"Watch me."

You cupped his face, your thumbs tracing the sharp line of his cheekbones, trying to coax the golden retriever back to the surface. "You're panicking, Yuu. I get it. But you're smothering me."

"Smothering is still better than you being half-dead."

"Fuck you."

"I desperately want you to"

You huffed trying to get up from his lap

But he sat you right down, making the friction more intense as both of you gasped

You looked at him as he rolled his hips in another torturous motion making you grinding down on him trying to ease the tension.

your response excited him as he literally started eating your mouth.

His mouth was relentless, swallowing your muffled whimpers as his tongue tangled with yours, tasting of mint and raw, unrestrained desperation.

Every agonizingly slow roll of his hips was a persuasive argument, sending shockwaves of heat straight to your core while his large, calloused hands kneaded the soft flesh of your thighs.

"Just say yes, baby," he murmured against your slick, swollen lips, his breath hot and ragged as he tilted your hips to deepen the torturous friction between you two.

"Say you'll let me do the fighting. Say you'll stay right here, safe and untouched, while I tear apart anything that even tries to look at you. Please, Y/N. Let me take care of you." The sheer vulnerability masking his dominant hold made your resolve crumble. You couldn't fight him—not when his body was practically vibrating with the terror of losing you, and not when he was weaponizing every ounce of his undeniable, heavy strength just to make you melt into him.

"Okay," you breathed out, completely breathless, your fingers sliding up to card through his soft, pink hair and massage his scalp. "Okay, Yuu. I'm here.

I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere." The gentle, rhythmic stroke of your nails was the anchor he desperately needed to pull him back from the edge.

You could literally feel the manic, frantic tension bleed out of his broad shoulders, the terrifyingly feral glint in his amber eyes finally dissolving into exhausted relief.

He let out a long, shuddering exhale, leaning his heavy head forward until his lips brushed against the sensitive shell of your ear.

"Good," he whispered, his voice dropping into a gravelly, downright filthy register that sent a violent shiver down your spine.

"Because the second Shoko sensei clears you, I’m taking you back to your room and locking the door. I’m going to pin your legs back and completely ruin you, baby. I'm going to stretch you out and bury myself inside you so deep and so rough that your mind goes completely blank. I'm going to pound into you until you're shaking, dripping wet, and screaming my name so loud your voice gives out. I'm going to mark up every inch of this beautiful skin and fuck you mindless until you physically forget what the outside world even looks like—until the only thing you can feel, taste, and breathe is me."

Before your brain could even begin to short-circuit at the sheer, wicked audacity of his promise, Yuji slumped his entire body weight forward.

He buried his face directly into the warmth of your chest with a soft, drawn-out sigh. "My head hurts, baby," he mumbled, his voice instantly snapping back to that sweet, whiny, sunshine tone as he nuzzled his nose happily against your sternum like a giant, needy puppy.

His large arms wrapped around your waist in a comfortable, lazy hug. "Can you just hold me? I missed you so much."

yuji itadori x fem!reader

summary : you are used to babying your sunshine bf not knowing that sunshine has layers that burn and you came to know that after injuring yourself in a mission.

Warnings: toxic!yuji (kinda), obsession, mild nsfw, dry humping, mentions of blood, murder,slight gore?

"muah!"

you are woken up by a ticklish feeling on your neck which turns out to be your pink haired bf peppering soft wet grossly loud kisses all over you.

this is his tactic of waking you up ever since he started sleeping in your dorm , which is 5 months.

months ago this munchkin got hurt enough to leave a massive stain in his dorm bed and this jerk didnt even go to shoko sensei for aid. "its a minor injury babe and shes already got her hands full, didnt wanna bother her with me" is what your bf said. ofc. even after getting his back sliced he cared about others.

it was then you decided to take matters in your hands and took him to your dorm and made him promise to sleep in here after his missions, yuji who usually protested in these cases noded immediately, eyes lightening up as if he won a lottery.

since then , mission or not, yuji came over whenever he wanted and latched on to you, you didnt mind his clinginess ( which btw was a lot considering he would negotiate with you to not go peeing cuz sir was laying on you lap; if u did? he would follow you and wait on the door like an imprinted duck) so yeah, he didnt mind his unbearable clinginess. how could you? when hes staring at you with so much honeyed affection its pouring out of his eyes, when he nuzzles in your lap letting out deep low groans after finding a comfortable spot, dead out in seconds when you caress his hair.

you cant.

you are not the type to be one of those gfs who treat thier bfs like a child

but yuji. yuji itadori molds you that way. his sincerity and blunt attachment forces u to baby him

to you, hes a sunbeam, escape from this jujutsu world, escape from curses

you couldn't imagine, not in your wildest dreams, that he was capable of malice.

So, imagine the sheer, icy shock that flooded your veins when you woke up from the hazy blur of Shoko’s anesthesia to a terrifying truth. You had been battered and broken after a setup—a Grade 2 sorcerer being you thrown to the wolves against a Special Grade.

And your sweet, golden retriever boyfriend had responded by committing absolute, unbridled slaughter.

The buildings within a ten-mile radius of your mission? Decimated.

The curses lurking in the shadows? Eradicated.

And the corrupt higher-ups who had carelessly signed your death warrant? Gone.

Even a few civilians had caught the crossfire because Yuji had torn through the city without dropping a single, fucking veil.

Somewhere in the shadows, Gojo Satoru—who had happily fed Yuji the names of the men responsible—was likely beaming with pride.

But you were just terrified. Why? How?

Yuji? Your Yuji?

Nobara sat by your infirmary bed, her expression a mix of awe and deep unease. "He dropped his own mission and ran when he heard you got set up," she explained quietly. "He was late. When he saw you..."

She swallowed hard.

"He dropped to his knees. The idiot was trembling so hard. He tried to pick you up, but you winced, so I swatted his hands away. Then we rolled you over and he saw... he saw the gashes across your stomach."

Nobara paused, her eyes darkening at the memory.

"He just lost it. His eyes went completely dead. I kept shouting his name, but it was like he couldn't hear me. He just silently handed you to Shoko and walked out to find Gojo. I don't know what he said, but—"

Thud.

The heavy infirmary door swung open.

There stood your boyfriend. He was panting heavily, his broad, solid frame casting a long, moody shadow across the sterile room. Fresh, jagged scratches marred his skin—scars you hadn't seen before.

"Kugisaki. Leave." His voice didn't sound like Yuji. It was a low, gravelly command that left absolutely no room for argument.

Nobara stood up, rolling her eyes to mask the tension. She threw you a quick thumbs-up and slipped out. The door clicked shut, sealing you in.

You stared at the boy in front of you. "Yuji, what am I hearing—"

"It's Yuu for you, Y/N."

"That's not the poi—"

you couldnt finish your sentence as he came near you and tugged you loose clothes up, too much, the underside of your breasts was in view but yujis eyes only scanned for scars, which were none thanks to shokos reversed cursed technique

even tho he wasnt looking at the exposure, you still felt embarrased

"never again'

you looked up to see him staring directly at you

he dropped your shirt and scooped you up

" never again am i gonna let you get hurt baby"

"im so sorry" his eyes were glassy and for a second you could see your adorable bf but his eyes darkened again, staring intensely as he tucked a stray hair behind your ear

you looked down

you were nervous

you dont know why you were nervous

maybe cuz yuji never intimidated u like this?

he made u look up at him by his index finger on you chin as he sighed

"look at me"

your eyes dropped again you were fucking nervous!

yuji frowned and grabbed your jaw with his hand with more force

"keep looking at me"

he leaned in resting your temples together while still making eye contact

"yeah just like that"

he put his free hand infront of your face

"hold my hand"

you obediently held it

he interlocked your fingers bringing it near his lips giving it a chaste kiss

all this time maintaining eye contact

your breath hitched

"yuji-

"say you love me"

you paused for a second making him harden his hold on you

"tell me you love me baby"

'i..i love you.."

"louder"

"i love you"

he dropped his head on your neck inhaling your scent

"again"

" i love yo-ah!

he bit near your pulse softening the sting with sloppy wet kisses before looking at u

"did i tell u to stop?'

"huh?"

he gave u a sharp stare before kissing you, putting so much force in it your lips felt the sting

he tilted his head adjustign you in his arms as he mutteres in between

" i love you. i love you so much i feel insane. i love you so much that i hate what you are making me feel"

His kisses dragged a burning trail down your neck as he slowly lowered you back onto the mattress, following your body down until he was hovering over you, caging you in. His hands slid under your shirt, large palms stroking the curve of your ribs before settling heavily on your waist, his thumbs pressing into your skin.

"This soft skin of yours was slashed. Flesh torn. Your sweet scent was entirely masked by blood, Y/N." His voice was a devastated whisper. "I don't want you covered in blood, baby."

"I want you filled with softness, comfort... me."

"I don't want you worrying about curses."

"I want you sleeping, dreaming of my touch." He dragged an open-mouthed kiss along your collarbone, a deep rumble vibrating in his chest. "Or waking up needing it."

"Yuji," you panted, trying to inject some reason into the heavy, intoxicating air. "Everyone gets hurt on missions. I'm not special. I'll heal and get back to fighting. I'm strong."

"You are strong, baby. You are so damn strong," he murmured, his teeth grazing your earlobe, sending a shiver cascading down your spine. "But I'm not. So be strong right here. On my lap."

Before you could process his words, his hands gripped your hips, lifting and pulling you forward until you were straddling him, sitting perfectly aligned over the thick, agonizingly heavy ridge pressing against the denim of his pants.

You let out a sharp gasp, your body shivering as a sudden, aching friction flared right at your center.

"Yuji, if you think you can seduce me into quitting sorcery, you are one dumb fuck," you breathed, though your voice lacked its usual bite.

Yuji stilled, looking up at you with a mock pout that didn't quite reach the dark, feral look in his eyes. "I'll just take up every single one of your missions, so good luck trying to fight."

You glared down at him, your hands resting on his broad shoulders. "You can't do that."

A slow, wicked smirk curved his lips. He rolled his hips upward, just a fraction, biting his lower lip as a stifled moan escaped you.

"Watch me."

You cupped his face, your thumbs tracing the sharp line of his cheekbones, trying to coax the golden retriever back to the surface. "You're panicking, Yuu. I get it. But you're smothering me."

"Smothering is still better than you being half-dead."

"Fuck you."

"I desperately want you to"

You huffed trying to get up from his lap

But he sat you right down, making the friction more intense as both of you gasped

You looked at him as he rolled his hips in another torturous motion making you grinding down on him trying to ease the tension.

your response excited him as he literally started eating your mouth.

His mouth was relentless, swallowing your muffled whimpers as his tongue tangled with yours, tasting of mint and raw, unrestrained desperation.

Every agonizingly slow roll of his hips was a persuasive argument, sending shockwaves of heat straight to your core while his large, calloused hands kneaded the soft flesh of your thighs.

"Just say yes, baby," he murmured against your slick, swollen lips, his breath hot and ragged as he tilted your hips to deepen the torturous friction between you two.

"Say you'll let me do the fighting. Say you'll stay right here, safe and untouched, while I tear apart anything that even tries to look at you. Please, Y/N. Let me take care of you." The sheer vulnerability masking his dominant hold made your resolve crumble. You couldn't fight him—not when his body was practically vibrating with the terror of losing you, and not when he was weaponizing every ounce of his undeniable, heavy strength just to make you melt into him.

"Okay," you breathed out, completely breathless, your fingers sliding up to card through his soft, pink hair and massage his scalp. "Okay, Yuu. I'm here.

I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere." The gentle, rhythmic stroke of your nails was the anchor he desperately needed to pull him back from the edge.

You could literally feel the manic, frantic tension bleed out of his broad shoulders, the terrifyingly feral glint in his amber eyes finally dissolving into exhausted relief.

He let out a long, shuddering exhale, leaning his heavy head forward until his lips brushed against the sensitive shell of your ear.

"Good," he whispered, his voice dropping into a gravelly, downright filthy register that sent a violent shiver down your spine.

"Because the second Shoko sensei clears you, I’m taking you back to your room and locking the door. I’m going to pin your legs back and completely ruin you, baby. I'm going to stretch you out and bury myself inside you so deep and so rough that your mind goes completely blank. I'm going to pound into you until you're shaking, dripping wet, and screaming my name so loud your voice gives out. I'm going to mark up every inch of this beautiful skin and fuck you mindless until you physically forget what the outside world even looks like—until the only thing you can feel, taste, and breathe is me."

Before your brain could even begin to short-circuit at the sheer, wicked audacity of his promise, Yuji slumped his entire body weight forward.

He buried his face directly into the warmth of your chest with a soft, drawn-out sigh. "My head hurts, baby," he mumbled, his voice instantly snapping back to that sweet, whiny, sunshine tone as he nuzzled his nose happily against your sternum like a giant, needy puppy.

His large arms wrapped around your waist in a comfortable, lazy hug. "Can you just hold me? I missed you so much."

yuji itadori x fem!reader

summary : you are used to babying your sunshine bf not knowing that sunshine has layers that burn and you came to know that after injuring yourself in a mission.

Warnings: toxic!yuji (kinda), obsession, mild nsfw, dry humping, mentions of blood, murder,slight gore?

"muah!"

you are woken up by a ticklish feeling on your neck which turns out to be your pink haired bf peppering soft wet grossly loud kisses all over you.

this is his tactic of waking you up ever since he started sleeping in your dorm , which is 5 months.

months ago this munchkin got hurt enough to leave a massive stain in his dorm bed and this jerk didnt even go to shoko sensei for aid. "its a minor injury babe and shes already got her hands full, didnt wanna bother her with me" is what your bf said. ofc. even after getting his back sliced he cared about others.

it was then you decided to take matters in your hands and took him to your dorm and made him promise to sleep in here after his missions, yuji who usually protested in these cases noded immediately, eyes lightening up as if he won a lottery.

since then , mission or not, yuji came over whenever he wanted and latched on to you, you didnt mind his clinginess ( which btw was a lot considering he would negotiate with you to not go peeing cuz sir was laying on you lap; if u did? he would follow you and wait on the door like an imprinted duck) so yeah, he didnt mind his unbearable clinginess. how could you? when hes staring at you with so much honeyed affection its pouring out of his eyes, when he nuzzles in your lap letting out deep low groans after finding a comfortable spot, dead out in seconds when you caress his hair.

you cant.

you are not the type to be one of those gfs who treat thier bfs like a child

but yuji. yuji itadori molds you that way. his sincerity and blunt attachment forces u to baby him

to you, hes a sunbeam, escape from this jujutsu world, escape from curses

you couldn't imagine, not in your wildest dreams, that he was capable of malice.

So, imagine the sheer, icy shock that flooded your veins when you woke up from the hazy blur of Shoko’s anesthesia to a terrifying truth. You had been battered and broken after a setup—a Grade 2 sorcerer being you thrown to the wolves against a Special Grade.

And your sweet, golden retriever boyfriend had responded by committing absolute, unbridled slaughter.

The buildings within a ten-mile radius of your mission? Decimated.

The curses lurking in the shadows? Eradicated.

And the corrupt higher-ups who had carelessly signed your death warrant? Gone.

Even a few civilians had caught the crossfire because Yuji had torn through the city without dropping a single, fucking veil.

Somewhere in the shadows, Gojo Satoru—who had happily fed Yuji the names of the men responsible—was likely beaming with pride.

But you were just terrified. Why? How?

Yuji? Your Yuji?

Nobara sat by your infirmary bed, her expression a mix of awe and deep unease. "He dropped his own mission and ran when he heard you got set up," she explained quietly. "He was late. When he saw you..."

She swallowed hard.

"He dropped to his knees. The idiot was trembling so hard. He tried to pick you up, but you winced, so I swatted his hands away. Then we rolled you over and he saw... he saw the gashes across your stomach."

Nobara paused, her eyes darkening at the memory.

"He just lost it. His eyes went completely dead. I kept shouting his name, but it was like he couldn't hear me. He just silently handed you to Shoko and walked out to find Gojo. I don't know what he said, but—"

Thud.

The heavy infirmary door swung open.

There stood your boyfriend. He was panting heavily, his broad, solid frame casting a long, moody shadow across the sterile room. Fresh, jagged scratches marred his skin—scars you hadn't seen before.

"Kugisaki. Leave." His voice didn't sound like Yuji. It was a low, gravelly command that left absolutely no room for argument.

Nobara stood up, rolling her eyes to mask the tension. She threw you a quick thumbs-up and slipped out. The door clicked shut, sealing you in.

You stared at the boy in front of you. "Yuji, what am I hearing—"

"It's Yuu for you, Y/N."

"That's not the poi—"

you couldnt finish your sentence as he came near you and tugged you loose clothes up, too much, the underside of your breasts was in view but yujis eyes only scanned for scars, which were none thanks to shokos reversed cursed technique

even tho he wasnt looking at the exposure, you still felt embarrased

"never again'

you looked up to see him staring directly at you

he dropped your shirt and scooped you up

" never again am i gonna let you get hurt baby"

"im so sorry" his eyes were glassy and for a second you could see your adorable bf but his eyes darkened again, staring intensely as he tucked a stray hair behind your ear

you looked down

you were nervous

you dont know why you were nervous

maybe cuz yuji never intimidated u like this?

he made u look up at him by his index finger on you chin as he sighed

"look at me"

your eyes dropped again you were fucking nervous!

yuji frowned and grabbed your jaw with his hand with more force

"keep looking at me"

he leaned in resting your temples together while still making eye contact

"yeah just like that"

he put his free hand infront of your face

"hold my hand"

you obediently held it

he interlocked your fingers bringing it near his lips giving it a chaste kiss

all this time maintaining eye contact

your breath hitched

"yuji-

"say you love me"

you paused for a second making him harden his hold on you

"tell me you love me baby"

'i..i love you.."

"louder"

"i love you"

he dropped his head on your neck inhaling your scent

"again"

" i love yo-ah!

he bit near your pulse softening the sting with sloppy wet kisses before looking at u

"did i tell u to stop?'

"huh?"

he gave u a sharp stare before kissing you, putting so much force in it your lips felt the sting

he tilted his head adjustign you in his arms as he mutteres in between

" i love you. i love you so much i feel insane. i love you so much that i hate what you are making me feel"

His kisses dragged a burning trail down your neck as he slowly lowered you back onto the mattress, following your body down until he was hovering over you, caging you in. His hands slid under your shirt, large palms stroking the curve of your ribs before settling heavily on your waist, his thumbs pressing into your skin.

"This soft skin of yours was slashed. Flesh torn. Your sweet scent was entirely masked by blood, Y/N." His voice was a devastated whisper. "I don't want you covered in blood, baby."

"I want you filled with softness, comfort... me."

"I don't want you worrying about curses."

"I want you sleeping, dreaming of my touch." He dragged an open-mouthed kiss along your collarbone, a deep rumble vibrating in his chest. "Or waking up needing it."

"Yuji," you panted, trying to inject some reason into the heavy, intoxicating air. "Everyone gets hurt on missions. I'm not special. I'll heal and get back to fighting. I'm strong."

"You are strong, baby. You are so damn strong," he murmured, his teeth grazing your earlobe, sending a shiver cascading down your spine. "But I'm not. So be strong right here. On my lap."

Before you could process his words, his hands gripped your hips, lifting and pulling you forward until you were straddling him, sitting perfectly aligned over the thick, agonizingly heavy ridge pressing against the denim of his pants.

You let out a sharp gasp, your body shivering as a sudden, aching friction flared right at your center.

"Yuji, if you think you can seduce me into quitting sorcery, you are one dumb fuck," you breathed, though your voice lacked its usual bite.

Yuji stilled, looking up at you with a mock pout that didn't quite reach the dark, feral look in his eyes. "I'll just take up every single one of your missions, so good luck trying to fight."

You glared down at him, your hands resting on his broad shoulders. "You can't do that."

A slow, wicked smirk curved his lips. He rolled his hips upward, just a fraction, biting his lower lip as a stifled moan escaped you.

"Watch me."

You cupped his face, your thumbs tracing the sharp line of his cheekbones, trying to coax the golden retriever back to the surface. "You're panicking, Yuu. I get it. But you're smothering me."

"Smothering is still better than you being half-dead."

"Fuck you."

"I desperately want you to"

You huffed trying to get up from his lap

But he sat you right down, making the friction more intense as both of you gasped

You looked at him as he rolled his hips in another torturous motion making you grinding down on him trying to ease the tension.

your response excited him as he literally started eating your mouth.

His mouth was relentless, swallowing your muffled whimpers as his tongue tangled with yours, tasting of mint and raw, unrestrained desperation.

Every agonizingly slow roll of his hips was a persuasive argument, sending shockwaves of heat straight to your core while his large, calloused hands kneaded the soft flesh of your thighs.

"Just say yes, baby," he murmured against your slick, swollen lips, his breath hot and ragged as he tilted your hips to deepen the torturous friction between you two.

"Say you'll let me do the fighting. Say you'll stay right here, safe and untouched, while I tear apart anything that even tries to look at you. Please, Y/N. Let me take care of you." The sheer vulnerability masking his dominant hold made your resolve crumble. You couldn't fight him—not when his body was practically vibrating with the terror of losing you, and not when he was weaponizing every ounce of his undeniable, heavy strength just to make you melt into him.

"Okay," you breathed out, completely breathless, your fingers sliding up to card through his soft, pink hair and massage his scalp. "Okay, Yuu. I'm here.

I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere." The gentle, rhythmic stroke of your nails was the anchor he desperately needed to pull him back from the edge.

You could literally feel the manic, frantic tension bleed out of his broad shoulders, the terrifyingly feral glint in his amber eyes finally dissolving into exhausted relief.

He let out a long, shuddering exhale, leaning his heavy head forward until his lips brushed against the sensitive shell of your ear.

"Good," he whispered, his voice dropping into a gravelly, downright filthy register that sent a violent shiver down your spine.

"Because the second Shoko sensei clears you, I’m taking you back to your room and locking the door. I’m going to pin your legs back and completely ruin you, baby. I'm going to stretch you out and bury myself inside you so deep and so rough that your mind goes completely blank. I'm going to pound into you until you're shaking, dripping wet, and screaming my name so loud your voice gives out. I'm going to mark up every inch of this beautiful skin and fuck you mindless until you physically forget what the outside world even looks like—until the only thing you can feel, taste, and breathe is me."

Before your brain could even begin to short-circuit at the sheer, wicked audacity of his promise, Yuji slumped his entire body weight forward.

He buried his face directly into the warmth of your chest with a soft, drawn-out sigh. "My head hurts, baby," he mumbled, his voice instantly snapping back to that sweet, whiny, sunshine tone as he nuzzled his nose happily against your sternum like a giant, needy puppy.

His large arms wrapped around your waist in a comfortable, lazy hug. "Can you just hold me? I missed you so much."

yuji itadori x fem!reader

summary : you are used to babying your sunshine bf not knowing that sunshine has layers that burn and you came to know that after injuring yourself in a mission.

Warnings: toxic!yuji (kinda), obsession, mild nsfw, dry humping, mentions of blood, murder,slight gore?

"muah!"

you are woken up by a ticklish feeling on your neck which turns out to be your pink haired bf peppering soft wet grossly loud kisses all over you.

this is his tactic of waking you up ever since he started sleeping in your dorm , which is 5 months.

months ago this munchkin got hurt enough to leave a massive stain in his dorm bed and this jerk didnt even go to shoko sensei for aid. "its a minor injury babe and shes already got her hands full, didnt wanna bother her with me" is what your bf said. ofc. even after getting his back sliced he cared about others.

it was then you decided to take matters in your hands and took him to your dorm and made him promise to sleep in here after his missions, yuji who usually protested in these cases noded immediately, eyes lightening up as if he won a lottery.

since then , mission or not, yuji came over whenever he wanted and latched on to you, you didnt mind his clinginess ( which btw was a lot considering he would negotiate with you to not go peeing cuz sir was laying on you lap; if u did? he would follow you and wait on the door like an imprinted duck) so yeah, he didnt mind his unbearable clinginess. how could you? when hes staring at you with so much honeyed affection its pouring out of his eyes, when he nuzzles in your lap letting out deep low groans after finding a comfortable spot, dead out in seconds when you caress his hair.

you cant.

you are not the type to be one of those gfs who treat thier bfs like a child

but yuji. yuji itadori molds you that way. his sincerity and blunt attachment forces u to baby him

to you, hes a sunbeam, escape from this jujutsu world, escape from curses

you couldn't imagine, not in your wildest dreams, that he was capable of malice.

So, imagine the sheer, icy shock that flooded your veins when you woke up from the hazy blur of Shoko’s anesthesia to a terrifying truth. You had been battered and broken after a setup—a Grade 2 sorcerer being you thrown to the wolves against a Special Grade.

And your sweet, golden retriever boyfriend had responded by committing absolute, unbridled slaughter.

The buildings within a ten-mile radius of your mission? Decimated.

The curses lurking in the shadows? Eradicated.

And the corrupt higher-ups who had carelessly signed your death warrant? Gone.

Even a few civilians had caught the crossfire because Yuji had torn through the city without dropping a single, fucking veil.

Somewhere in the shadows, Gojo Satoru—who had happily fed Yuji the names of the men responsible—was likely beaming with pride.

But you were just terrified. Why? How?

Yuji? Your Yuji?

Nobara sat by your infirmary bed, her expression a mix of awe and deep unease. "He dropped his own mission and ran when he heard you got set up," she explained quietly. "He was late. When he saw you..."

She swallowed hard.

"He dropped to his knees. The idiot was trembling so hard. He tried to pick you up, but you winced, so I swatted his hands away. Then we rolled you over and he saw... he saw the gashes across your stomach."

Nobara paused, her eyes darkening at the memory.

"He just lost it. His eyes went completely dead. I kept shouting his name, but it was like he couldn't hear me. He just silently handed you to Shoko and walked out to find Gojo. I don't know what he said, but—"

Thud.

The heavy infirmary door swung open.

There stood your boyfriend. He was panting heavily, his broad, solid frame casting a long, moody shadow across the sterile room. Fresh, jagged scratches marred his skin—scars you hadn't seen before.

"Kugisaki. Leave." His voice didn't sound like Yuji. It was a low, gravelly command that left absolutely no room for argument.

Nobara stood up, rolling her eyes to mask the tension. She threw you a quick thumbs-up and slipped out. The door clicked shut, sealing you in.

You stared at the boy in front of you. "Yuji, what am I hearing—"

"It's Yuu for you, Y/N."

"That's not the poi—"

you couldnt finish your sentence as he came near you and tugged you loose clothes up, too much, the underside of your breasts was in view but yujis eyes only scanned for scars, which were none thanks to shokos reversed cursed technique

even tho he wasnt looking at the exposure, you still felt embarrased

"never again'

you looked up to see him staring directly at you

he dropped your shirt and scooped you up

" never again am i gonna let you get hurt baby"

"im so sorry" his eyes were glassy and for a second you could see your adorable bf but his eyes darkened again, staring intensely as he tucked a stray hair behind your ear

you looked down

you were nervous

you dont know why you were nervous

maybe cuz yuji never intimidated u like this?

he made u look up at him by his index finger on you chin as he sighed

"look at me"

your eyes dropped again you were fucking nervous!

yuji frowned and grabbed your jaw with his hand with more force

"keep looking at me"

he leaned in resting your temples together while still making eye contact

"yeah just like that"

he put his free hand infront of your face

"hold my hand"

you obediently held it

he interlocked your fingers bringing it near his lips giving it a chaste kiss

all this time maintaining eye contact

your breath hitched

"yuji-

"say you love me"

you paused for a second making him harden his hold on you

"tell me you love me baby"

'i..i love you.."

"louder"

"i love you"

he dropped his head on your neck inhaling your scent

"again"

" i love yo-ah!

he bit near your pulse softening the sting with sloppy wet kisses before looking at u

"did i tell u to stop?'

"huh?"

he gave u a sharp stare before kissing you, putting so much force in it your lips felt the sting

he tilted his head adjustign you in his arms as he mutteres in between

" i love you. i love you so much i feel insane. i love you so much that i hate what you are making me feel"

His kisses dragged a burning trail down your neck as he slowly lowered you back onto the mattress, following your body down until he was hovering over you, caging you in. His hands slid under your shirt, large palms stroking the curve of your ribs before settling heavily on your waist, his thumbs pressing into your skin.

"This soft skin of yours was slashed. Flesh torn. Your sweet scent was entirely masked by blood, Y/N." His voice was a devastated whisper. "I don't want you covered in blood, baby."

"I want you filled with softness, comfort... me."

"I don't want you worrying about curses."

"I want you sleeping, dreaming of my touch." He dragged an open-mouthed kiss along your collarbone, a deep rumble vibrating in his chest. "Or waking up needing it."

"Yuji," you panted, trying to inject some reason into the heavy, intoxicating air. "Everyone gets hurt on missions. I'm not special. I'll heal and get back to fighting. I'm strong."

"You are strong, baby. You are so damn strong," he murmured, his teeth grazing your earlobe, sending a shiver cascading down your spine. "But I'm not. So be strong right here. On my lap."

Before you could process his words, his hands gripped your hips, lifting and pulling you forward until you were straddling him, sitting perfectly aligned over the thick, agonizingly heavy ridge pressing against the denim of his pants.

You let out a sharp gasp, your body shivering as a sudden, aching friction flared right at your center.

"Yuji, if you think you can seduce me into quitting sorcery, you are one dumb fuck," you breathed, though your voice lacked its usual bite.

Yuji stilled, looking up at you with a mock pout that didn't quite reach the dark, feral look in his eyes. "I'll just take up every single one of your missions, so good luck trying to fight."

You glared down at him, your hands resting on his broad shoulders. "You can't do that."

A slow, wicked smirk curved his lips. He rolled his hips upward, just a fraction, biting his lower lip as a stifled moan escaped you.

"Watch me."

You cupped his face, your thumbs tracing the sharp line of his cheekbones, trying to coax the golden retriever back to the surface. "You're panicking, Yuu. I get it. But you're smothering me."

"Smothering is still better than you being half-dead."

"Fuck you."

"I desperately want you to"

You huffed trying to get up from his lap

But he sat you right down, making the friction more intense as both of you gasped

You looked at him as he rolled his hips in another torturous motion making you grinding down on him trying to ease the tension.

your response excited him as he literally started eating your mouth.

His mouth was relentless, swallowing your muffled whimpers as his tongue tangled with yours, tasting of mint and raw, unrestrained desperation.

Every agonizingly slow roll of his hips was a persuasive argument, sending shockwaves of heat straight to your core while his large, calloused hands kneaded the soft flesh of your thighs.

"Just say yes, baby," he murmured against your slick, swollen lips, his breath hot and ragged as he tilted your hips to deepen the torturous friction between you two.

"Say you'll let me do the fighting. Say you'll stay right here, safe and untouched, while I tear apart anything that even tries to look at you. Please, Y/N. Let me take care of you." The sheer vulnerability masking his dominant hold made your resolve crumble. You couldn't fight him—not when his body was practically vibrating with the terror of losing you, and not when he was weaponizing every ounce of his undeniable, heavy strength just to make you melt into him.

"Okay," you breathed out, completely breathless, your fingers sliding up to card through his soft, pink hair and massage his scalp. "Okay, Yuu. I'm here.

I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere." The gentle, rhythmic stroke of your nails was the anchor he desperately needed to pull him back from the edge.

You could literally feel the manic, frantic tension bleed out of his broad shoulders, the terrifyingly feral glint in his amber eyes finally dissolving into exhausted relief.

He let out a long, shuddering exhale, leaning his heavy head forward until his lips brushed against the sensitive shell of your ear.

"Good," he whispered, his voice dropping into a gravelly, downright filthy register that sent a violent shiver down your spine.

"Because the second Shoko sensei clears you, I’m taking you back to your room and locking the door. I’m going to pin your legs back and completely ruin you, baby. I'm going to stretch you out and bury myself inside you so deep and so rough that your mind goes completely blank. I'm going to pound into you until you're shaking, dripping wet, and screaming my name so loud your voice gives out. I'm going to mark up every inch of this beautiful skin and fuck you mindless until you physically forget what the outside world even looks like—until the only thing you can feel, taste, and breathe is me."

Before your brain could even begin to short-circuit at the sheer, wicked audacity of his promise, Yuji slumped his entire body weight forward.

He buried his face directly into the warmth of your chest with a soft, drawn-out sigh. "My head hurts, baby," he mumbled, his voice instantly snapping back to that sweet, whiny, sunshine tone as he nuzzled his nose happily against your sternum like a giant, needy puppy.

His large arms wrapped around your waist in a comfortable, lazy hug. "Can you just hold me? I missed you so much."

yuji itadori x fem!reader

summary : you are used to babying your sunshine bf not knowing that sunshine has layers that burn and you came to know that after injuring yourself in a mission.

Warnings: toxic!yuji (kinda), obsession, mild nsfw, dry humping, mentions of blood, murder,slight gore?

"muah!"

you are woken up by a ticklish feeling on your neck which turns out to be your pink haired bf peppering soft wet grossly loud kisses all over you.

this is his tactic of waking you up ever since he started sleeping in your dorm , which is 5 months.

months ago this munchkin got hurt enough to leave a massive stain in his dorm bed and this jerk didnt even go to shoko sensei for aid. "its a minor injury babe and shes already got her hands full, didnt wanna bother her with me" is what your bf said. ofc. even after getting his back sliced he cared about others.

it was then you decided to take matters in your hands and took him to your dorm and made him promise to sleep in here after his missions, yuji who usually protested in these cases noded immediately, eyes lightening up as if he won a lottery.

since then , mission or not, yuji came over whenever he wanted and latched on to you, you didnt mind his clinginess ( which btw was a lot considering he would negotiate with you to not go peeing cuz sir was laying on you lap; if u did? he would follow you and wait on the door like an imprinted duck) so yeah, he didnt mind his unbearable clinginess. how could you? when hes staring at you with so much honeyed affection its pouring out of his eyes, when he nuzzles in your lap letting out deep low groans after finding a comfortable spot, dead out in seconds when you caress his hair.

you cant.

you are not the type to be one of those gfs who treat thier bfs like a child

but yuji. yuji itadori molds you that way. his sincerity and blunt attachment forces u to baby him

to you, hes a sunbeam, escape from this jujutsu world, escape from curses

you couldn't imagine, not in your wildest dreams, that he was capable of malice.

So, imagine the sheer, icy shock that flooded your veins when you woke up from the hazy blur of Shoko’s anesthesia to a terrifying truth. You had been battered and broken after a setup—a Grade 2 sorcerer being you thrown to the wolves against a Special Grade.

And your sweet, golden retriever boyfriend had responded by committing absolute, unbridled slaughter.

The buildings within a ten-mile radius of your mission? Decimated.

The curses lurking in the shadows? Eradicated.

And the corrupt higher-ups who had carelessly signed your death warrant? Gone.

Even a few civilians had caught the crossfire because Yuji had torn through the city without dropping a single, fucking veil.

Somewhere in the shadows, Gojo Satoru—who had happily fed Yuji the names of the men responsible—was likely beaming with pride.

But you were just terrified. Why? How?

Yuji? Your Yuji?

Nobara sat by your infirmary bed, her expression a mix of awe and deep unease. "He dropped his own mission and ran when he heard you got set up," she explained quietly. "He was late. When he saw you..."

She swallowed hard.

"He dropped to his knees. The idiot was trembling so hard. He tried to pick you up, but you winced, so I swatted his hands away. Then we rolled you over and he saw... he saw the gashes across your stomach."

Nobara paused, her eyes darkening at the memory.

"He just lost it. His eyes went completely dead. I kept shouting his name, but it was like he couldn't hear me. He just silently handed you to Shoko and walked out to find Gojo. I don't know what he said, but—"

Thud.

The heavy infirmary door swung open.

There stood your boyfriend. He was panting heavily, his broad, solid frame casting a long, moody shadow across the sterile room. Fresh, jagged scratches marred his skin—scars you hadn't seen before.

"Kugisaki. Leave." His voice didn't sound like Yuji. It was a low, gravelly command that left absolutely no room for argument.

Nobara stood up, rolling her eyes to mask the tension. She threw you a quick thumbs-up and slipped out. The door clicked shut, sealing you in.

You stared at the boy in front of you. "Yuji, what am I hearing—"

"It's Yuu for you, Y/N."

"That's not the poi—"

you couldnt finish your sentence as he came near you and tugged you loose clothes up, too much, the underside of your breasts was in view but yujis eyes only scanned for scars, which were none thanks to shokos reversed cursed technique

even tho he wasnt looking at the exposure, you still felt embarrased

"never again'

you looked up to see him staring directly at you

he dropped your shirt and scooped you up

" never again am i gonna let you get hurt baby"

"im so sorry" his eyes were glassy and for a second you could see your adorable bf but his eyes darkened again, staring intensely as he tucked a stray hair behind your ear

you looked down

you were nervous

you dont know why you were nervous

maybe cuz yuji never intimidated u like this?

he made u look up at him by his index finger on you chin as he sighed

"look at me"

your eyes dropped again you were fucking nervous!

yuji frowned and grabbed your jaw with his hand with more force

"keep looking at me"

he leaned in resting your temples together while still making eye contact

"yeah just like that"

he put his free hand infront of your face

"hold my hand"

you obediently held it

he interlocked your fingers bringing it near his lips giving it a chaste kiss

all this time maintaining eye contact

your breath hitched

"yuji-

"say you love me"

you paused for a second making him harden his hold on you

"tell me you love me baby"

'i..i love you.."

"louder"

"i love you"

he dropped his head on your neck inhaling your scent

"again"

" i love yo-ah!

he bit near your pulse softening the sting with sloppy wet kisses before looking at u

"did i tell u to stop?'

"huh?"

he gave u a sharp stare before kissing you, putting so much force in it your lips felt the sting

he tilted his head adjustign you in his arms as he mutteres in between

" i love you. i love you so much i feel insane. i love you so much that i hate what you are making me feel"

His kisses dragged a burning trail down your neck as he slowly lowered you back onto the mattress, following your body down until he was hovering over you, caging you in. His hands slid under your shirt, large palms stroking the curve of your ribs before settling heavily on your waist, his thumbs pressing into your skin.

"This soft skin of yours was slashed. Flesh torn. Your sweet scent was entirely masked by blood, Y/N." His voice was a devastated whisper. "I don't want you covered in blood, baby."

"I want you filled with softness, comfort... me."

"I don't want you worrying about curses."

"I want you sleeping, dreaming of my touch." He dragged an open-mouthed kiss along your collarbone, a deep rumble vibrating in his chest. "Or waking up needing it."

"Yuji," you panted, trying to inject some reason into the heavy, intoxicating air. "Everyone gets hurt on missions. I'm not special. I'll heal and get back to fighting. I'm strong."

"You are strong, baby. You are so damn strong," he murmured, his teeth grazing your earlobe, sending a shiver cascading down your spine. "But I'm not. So be strong right here. On my lap."

Before you could process his words, his hands gripped your hips, lifting and pulling you forward until you were straddling him, sitting perfectly aligned over the thick, agonizingly heavy ridge pressing against the denim of his pants.

You let out a sharp gasp, your body shivering as a sudden, aching friction flared right at your center.

"Yuji, if you think you can seduce me into quitting sorcery, you are one dumb fuck," you breathed, though your voice lacked its usual bite.

Yuji stilled, looking up at you with a mock pout that didn't quite reach the dark, feral look in his eyes. "I'll just take up every single one of your missions, so good luck trying to fight."

You glared down at him, your hands resting on his broad shoulders. "You can't do that."

A slow, wicked smirk curved his lips. He rolled his hips upward, just a fraction, biting his lower lip as a stifled moan escaped you.

"Watch me."

You cupped his face, your thumbs tracing the sharp line of his cheekbones, trying to coax the golden retriever back to the surface. "You're panicking, Yuu. I get it. But you're smothering me."

"Smothering is still better than you being half-dead."

"Fuck you."

"I desperately want you to"

You huffed trying to get up from his lap

But he sat you right down, making the friction more intense as both of you gasped

You looked at him as he rolled his hips in another torturous motion making you grinding down on him trying to ease the tension.

your response excited him as he literally started eating your mouth.

His mouth was relentless, swallowing your muffled whimpers as his tongue tangled with yours, tasting of mint and raw, unrestrained desperation.

Every agonizingly slow roll of his hips was a persuasive argument, sending shockwaves of heat straight to your core while his large, calloused hands kneaded the soft flesh of your thighs.

"Just say yes, baby," he murmured against your slick, swollen lips, his breath hot and ragged as he tilted your hips to deepen the torturous friction between you two.

"Say you'll let me do the fighting. Say you'll stay right here, safe and untouched, while I tear apart anything that even tries to look at you. Please, Y/N. Let me take care of you." The sheer vulnerability masking his dominant hold made your resolve crumble. You couldn't fight him—not when his body was practically vibrating with the terror of losing you, and not when he was weaponizing every ounce of his undeniable, heavy strength just to make you melt into him.

"Okay," you breathed out, completely breathless, your fingers sliding up to card through his soft, pink hair and massage his scalp. "Okay, Yuu. I'm here.

I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere." The gentle, rhythmic stroke of your nails was the anchor he desperately needed to pull him back from the edge.

You could literally feel the manic, frantic tension bleed out of his broad shoulders, the terrifyingly feral glint in his amber eyes finally dissolving into exhausted relief.

He let out a long, shuddering exhale, leaning his heavy head forward until his lips brushed against the sensitive shell of your ear.

"Good," he whispered, his voice dropping into a gravelly, downright filthy register that sent a violent shiver down your spine.

"Because the second Shoko sensei clears you, I’m taking you back to your room and locking the door. I’m going to pin your legs back and completely ruin you, baby. I'm going to stretch you out and bury myself inside you so deep and so rough that your mind goes completely blank. I'm going to pound into you until you're shaking, dripping wet, and screaming my name so loud your voice gives out. I'm going to mark up every inch of this beautiful skin and fuck you mindless until you physically forget what the outside world even looks like—until the only thing you can feel, taste, and breathe is me."

Before your brain could even begin to short-circuit at the sheer, wicked audacity of his promise, Yuji slumped his entire body weight forward.

He buried his face directly into the warmth of your chest with a soft, drawn-out sigh. "My head hurts, baby," he mumbled, his voice instantly snapping back to that sweet, whiny, sunshine tone as he nuzzled his nose happily against your sternum like a giant, needy puppy.

His large arms wrapped around your waist in a comfortable, lazy hug. "Can you just hold me? I missed you so much."

yuji itadori x fem!reader

summary : you are used to babying your sunshine bf not knowing that sunshine has layers that burn and you came to know that after injuring yourself in a mission.

Warnings: toxic!yuji (kinda), obsession, mild nsfw, dry humping, mentions of blood, murder,slight gore?

"muah!"

you are woken up by a ticklish feeling on your neck which turns out to be your pink haired bf peppering soft wet grossly loud kisses all over you.

this is his tactic of waking you up ever since he started sleeping in your dorm , which is 5 months.

months ago this munchkin got hurt enough to leave a massive stain in his dorm bed and this jerk didnt even go to shoko sensei for aid. "its a minor injury babe and shes already got her hands full, didnt wanna bother her with me" is what your bf said. ofc. even after getting his back sliced he cared about others.

it was then you decided to take matters in your hands and took him to your dorm and made him promise to sleep in here after his missions, yuji who usually protested in these cases noded immediately, eyes lightening up as if he won a lottery.

since then , mission or not, yuji came over whenever he wanted and latched on to you, you didnt mind his clinginess ( which btw was a lot considering he would negotiate with you to not go peeing cuz sir was laying on you lap; if u did? he would follow you and wait on the door like an imprinted duck) so yeah, he didnt mind his unbearable clinginess. how could you? when hes staring at you with so much honeyed affection its pouring out of his eyes, when he nuzzles in your lap letting out deep low groans after finding a comfortable spot, dead out in seconds when you caress his hair.

you cant.

you are not the type to be one of those gfs who treat thier bfs like a child

but yuji. yuji itadori molds you that way. his sincerity and blunt attachment forces u to baby him

to you, hes a sunbeam, escape from this jujutsu world, escape from curses

you couldn't imagine, not in your wildest dreams, that he was capable of malice.

So, imagine the sheer, icy shock that flooded your veins when you woke up from the hazy blur of Shoko’s anesthesia to a terrifying truth. You had been battered and broken after a setup—a Grade 2 sorcerer being you thrown to the wolves against a Special Grade.

And your sweet, golden retriever boyfriend had responded by committing absolute, unbridled slaughter.

The buildings within a ten-mile radius of your mission? Decimated.

The curses lurking in the shadows? Eradicated.

And the corrupt higher-ups who had carelessly signed your death warrant? Gone.

Even a few civilians had caught the crossfire because Yuji had torn through the city without dropping a single, fucking veil.

Somewhere in the shadows, Gojo Satoru—who had happily fed Yuji the names of the men responsible—was likely beaming with pride.

But you were just terrified. Why? How?

Yuji? Your Yuji?

Nobara sat by your infirmary bed, her expression a mix of awe and deep unease. "He dropped his own mission and ran when he heard you got set up," she explained quietly. "He was late. When he saw you..."

She swallowed hard.

"He dropped to his knees. The idiot was trembling so hard. He tried to pick you up, but you winced, so I swatted his hands away. Then we rolled you over and he saw... he saw the gashes across your stomach."

Nobara paused, her eyes darkening at the memory.

"He just lost it. His eyes went completely dead. I kept shouting his name, but it was like he couldn't hear me. He just silently handed you to Shoko and walked out to find Gojo. I don't know what he said, but—"

Thud.

The heavy infirmary door swung open.

There stood your boyfriend. He was panting heavily, his broad, solid frame casting a long, moody shadow across the sterile room. Fresh, jagged scratches marred his skin—scars you hadn't seen before.

"Kugisaki. Leave." His voice didn't sound like Yuji. It was a low, gravelly command that left absolutely no room for argument.

Nobara stood up, rolling her eyes to mask the tension. She threw you a quick thumbs-up and slipped out. The door clicked shut, sealing you in.

You stared at the boy in front of you. "Yuji, what am I hearing—"

"It's Yuu for you, Y/N."

"That's not the poi—"

you couldnt finish your sentence as he came near you and tugged you loose clothes up, too much, the underside of your breasts was in view but yujis eyes only scanned for scars, which were none thanks to shokos reversed cursed technique

even tho he wasnt looking at the exposure, you still felt embarrased

"never again'

you looked up to see him staring directly at you

he dropped your shirt and scooped you up

" never again am i gonna let you get hurt baby"

"im so sorry" his eyes were glassy and for a second you could see your adorable bf but his eyes darkened again, staring intensely as he tucked a stray hair behind your ear

you looked down

you were nervous

you dont know why you were nervous

maybe cuz yuji never intimidated u like this?

he made u look up at him by his index finger on you chin as he sighed

"look at me"

your eyes dropped again you were fucking nervous!

yuji frowned and grabbed your jaw with his hand with more force

"keep looking at me"

he leaned in resting your temples together while still making eye contact

"yeah just like that"

he put his free hand infront of your face

"hold my hand"

you obediently held it

he interlocked your fingers bringing it near his lips giving it a chaste kiss

all this time maintaining eye contact

your breath hitched

"yuji-

"say you love me"

you paused for a second making him harden his hold on you

"tell me you love me baby"

'i..i love you.."

"louder"

"i love you"

he dropped his head on your neck inhaling your scent

"again"

" i love yo-ah!

he bit near your pulse softening the sting with sloppy wet kisses before looking at u

"did i tell u to stop?'

"huh?"

he gave u a sharp stare before kissing you, putting so much force in it your lips felt the sting

he tilted his head adjustign you in his arms as he mutteres in between

" i love you. i love you so much i feel insane. i love you so much that i hate what you are making me feel"

His kisses dragged a burning trail down your neck as he slowly lowered you back onto the mattress, following your body down until he was hovering over you, caging you in. His hands slid under your shirt, large palms stroking the curve of your ribs before settling heavily on your waist, his thumbs pressing into your skin.

"This soft skin of yours was slashed. Flesh torn. Your sweet scent was entirely masked by blood, Y/N." His voice was a devastated whisper. "I don't want you covered in blood, baby."

"I want you filled with softness, comfort... me."

"I don't want you worrying about curses."

"I want you sleeping, dreaming of my touch." He dragged an open-mouthed kiss along your collarbone, a deep rumble vibrating in his chest. "Or waking up needing it."

"Yuji," you panted, trying to inject some reason into the heavy, intoxicating air. "Everyone gets hurt on missions. I'm not special. I'll heal and get back to fighting. I'm strong."

"You are strong, baby. You are so damn strong," he murmured, his teeth grazing your earlobe, sending a shiver cascading down your spine. "But I'm not. So be strong right here. On my lap."

Before you could process his words, his hands gripped your hips, lifting and pulling you forward until you were straddling him, sitting perfectly aligned over the thick, agonizingly heavy ridge pressing against the denim of his pants.

You let out a sharp gasp, your body shivering as a sudden, aching friction flared right at your center.

"Yuji, if you think you can seduce me into quitting sorcery, you are one dumb fuck," you breathed, though your voice lacked its usual bite.

Yuji stilled, looking up at you with a mock pout that didn't quite reach the dark, feral look in his eyes. "I'll just take up every single one of your missions, so good luck trying to fight."

You glared down at him, your hands resting on his broad shoulders. "You can't do that."

A slow, wicked smirk curved his lips. He rolled his hips upward, just a fraction, biting his lower lip as a stifled moan escaped you.

"Watch me."

You cupped his face, your thumbs tracing the sharp line of his cheekbones, trying to coax the golden retriever back to the surface. "You're panicking, Yuu. I get it. But you're smothering me."

"Smothering is still better than you being half-dead."

"Fuck you."

"I desperately want you to"

You huffed trying to get up from his lap

But he sat you right down, making the friction more intense as both of you gasped

You looked at him as he rolled his hips in another torturous motion making you grinding down on him trying to ease the tension.

your response excited him as he literally started eating your mouth.

His mouth was relentless, swallowing your muffled whimpers as his tongue tangled with yours, tasting of mint and raw, unrestrained desperation.

Every agonizingly slow roll of his hips was a persuasive argument, sending shockwaves of heat straight to your core while his large, calloused hands kneaded the soft flesh of your thighs.

"Just say yes, baby," he murmured against your slick, swollen lips, his breath hot and ragged as he tilted your hips to deepen the torturous friction between you two.

"Say you'll let me do the fighting. Say you'll stay right here, safe and untouched, while I tear apart anything that even tries to look at you. Please, Y/N. Let me take care of you." The sheer vulnerability masking his dominant hold made your resolve crumble. You couldn't fight him—not when his body was practically vibrating with the terror of losing you, and not when he was weaponizing every ounce of his undeniable, heavy strength just to make you melt into him.

"Okay," you breathed out, completely breathless, your fingers sliding up to card through his soft, pink hair and massage his scalp. "Okay, Yuu. I'm here.

I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere." The gentle, rhythmic stroke of your nails was the anchor he desperately needed to pull him back from the edge.

You could literally feel the manic, frantic tension bleed out of his broad shoulders, the terrifyingly feral glint in his amber eyes finally dissolving into exhausted relief.

He let out a long, shuddering exhale, leaning his heavy head forward until his lips brushed against the sensitive shell of your ear.

"Good," he whispered, his voice dropping into a gravelly, downright filthy register that sent a violent shiver down your spine.

"Because the second Shoko sensei clears you, I’m taking you back to your room and locking the door. I’m going to pin your legs back and completely ruin you, baby. I'm going to stretch you out and bury myself inside you so deep and so rough that your mind goes completely blank. I'm going to pound into you until you're shaking, dripping wet, and screaming my name so loud your voice gives out. I'm going to mark up every inch of this beautiful skin and fuck you mindless until you physically forget what the outside world even looks like—until the only thing you can feel, taste, and breathe is me."

Before your brain could even begin to short-circuit at the sheer, wicked audacity of his promise, Yuji slumped his entire body weight forward.

He buried his face directly into the warmth of your chest with a soft, drawn-out sigh. "My head hurts, baby," he mumbled, his voice instantly snapping back to that sweet, whiny, sunshine tone as he nuzzled his nose happily against your sternum like a giant, needy puppy.

His large arms wrapped around your waist in a comfortable, lazy hug. "Can you just hold me? I missed you so much."

yuji itadori x fem!reader

summary : you are used to babying your sunshine bf not knowing that sunshine has layers that burn and you came to know that after injuring yourself in a mission.

Warnings: toxic!yuji (kinda), obsession, mild nsfw, dry humping, mentions of blood, murder,slight gore?

"muah!"

you are woken up by a ticklish feeling on your neck which turns out to be your pink haired bf peppering soft wet grossly loud kisses all over you.

this is his tactic of waking you up ever since he started sleeping in your dorm , which is 5 months.

months ago this munchkin got hurt enough to leave a massive stain in his dorm bed and this jerk didnt even go to shoko sensei for aid. "its a minor injury babe and shes already got her hands full, didnt wanna bother her with me" is what your bf said. ofc. even after getting his back sliced he cared about others.

it was then you decided to take matters in your hands and took him to your dorm and made him promise to sleep in here after his missions, yuji who usually protested in these cases noded immediately, eyes lightening up as if he won a lottery.

since then , mission or not, yuji came over whenever he wanted and latched on to you, you didnt mind his clinginess ( which btw was a lot considering he would negotiate with you to not go peeing cuz sir was laying on you lap; if u did? he would follow you and wait on the door like an imprinted duck) so yeah, he didnt mind his unbearable clinginess. how could you? when hes staring at you with so much honeyed affection its pouring out of his eyes, when he nuzzles in your lap letting out deep low groans after finding a comfortable spot, dead out in seconds when you caress his hair.

you cant.

you are not the type to be one of those gfs who treat thier bfs like a child

but yuji. yuji itadori molds you that way. his sincerity and blunt attachment forces u to baby him

to you, hes a sunbeam, escape from this jujutsu world, escape from curses

you couldn't imagine, not in your wildest dreams, that he was capable of malice.

So, imagine the sheer, icy shock that flooded your veins when you woke up from the hazy blur of Shoko’s anesthesia to a terrifying truth. You had been battered and broken after a setup—a Grade 2 sorcerer being you thrown to the wolves against a Special Grade.

And your sweet, golden retriever boyfriend had responded by committing absolute, unbridled slaughter.

The buildings within a ten-mile radius of your mission? Decimated.

The curses lurking in the shadows? Eradicated.

And the corrupt higher-ups who had carelessly signed your death warrant? Gone.

Even a few civilians had caught the crossfire because Yuji had torn through the city without dropping a single, fucking veil.

Somewhere in the shadows, Gojo Satoru—who had happily fed Yuji the names of the men responsible—was likely beaming with pride.

But you were just terrified. Why? How?

Yuji? Your Yuji?

Nobara sat by your infirmary bed, her expression a mix of awe and deep unease. "He dropped his own mission and ran when he heard you got set up," she explained quietly. "He was late. When he saw you..."

She swallowed hard.

"He dropped to his knees. The idiot was trembling so hard. He tried to pick you up, but you winced, so I swatted his hands away. Then we rolled you over and he saw... he saw the gashes across your stomach."

Nobara paused, her eyes darkening at the memory.

"He just lost it. His eyes went completely dead. I kept shouting his name, but it was like he couldn't hear me. He just silently handed you to Shoko and walked out to find Gojo. I don't know what he said, but—"

Thud.

The heavy infirmary door swung open.

There stood your boyfriend. He was panting heavily, his broad, solid frame casting a long, moody shadow across the sterile room. Fresh, jagged scratches marred his skin—scars you hadn't seen before.

"Kugisaki. Leave." His voice didn't sound like Yuji. It was a low, gravelly command that left absolutely no room for argument.

Nobara stood up, rolling her eyes to mask the tension. She threw you a quick thumbs-up and slipped out. The door clicked shut, sealing you in.

You stared at the boy in front of you. "Yuji, what am I hearing—"

"It's Yuu for you, Y/N."

"That's not the poi—"

you couldnt finish your sentence as he came near you and tugged you loose clothes up, too much, the underside of your breasts was in view but yujis eyes only scanned for scars, which were none thanks to shokos reversed cursed technique

even tho he wasnt looking at the exposure, you still felt embarrased

"never again'

you looked up to see him staring directly at you

he dropped your shirt and scooped you up

" never again am i gonna let you get hurt baby"

"im so sorry" his eyes were glassy and for a second you could see your adorable bf but his eyes darkened again, staring intensely as he tucked a stray hair behind your ear

you looked down

you were nervous

you dont know why you were nervous

maybe cuz yuji never intimidated u like this?

he made u look up at him by his index finger on you chin as he sighed

"look at me"

your eyes dropped again you were fucking nervous!

yuji frowned and grabbed your jaw with his hand with more force

"keep looking at me"

he leaned in resting your temples together while still making eye contact

"yeah just like that"

he put his free hand infront of your face

"hold my hand"

you obediently held it

he interlocked your fingers bringing it near his lips giving it a chaste kiss

all this time maintaining eye contact

your breath hitched

"yuji-

"say you love me"

you paused for a second making him harden his hold on you

"tell me you love me baby"

'i..i love you.."

"louder"

"i love you"

he dropped his head on your neck inhaling your scent

"again"

" i love yo-ah!

he bit near your pulse softening the sting with sloppy wet kisses before looking at u

"did i tell u to stop?'

"huh?"

he gave u a sharp stare before kissing you, putting so much force in it your lips felt the sting

he tilted his head adjustign you in his arms as he mutteres in between

" i love you. i love you so much i feel insane. i love you so much that i hate what you are making me feel"

His kisses dragged a burning trail down your neck as he slowly lowered you back onto the mattress, following your body down until he was hovering over you, caging you in. His hands slid under your shirt, large palms stroking the curve of your ribs before settling heavily on your waist, his thumbs pressing into your skin.

"This soft skin of yours was slashed. Flesh torn. Your sweet scent was entirely masked by blood, Y/N." His voice was a devastated whisper. "I don't want you covered in blood, baby."

"I want you filled with softness, comfort... me."

"I don't want you worrying about curses."

"I want you sleeping, dreaming of my touch." He dragged an open-mouthed kiss along your collarbone, a deep rumble vibrating in his chest. "Or waking up needing it."

"Yuji," you panted, trying to inject some reason into the heavy, intoxicating air. "Everyone gets hurt on missions. I'm not special. I'll heal and get back to fighting. I'm strong."

"You are strong, baby. You are so damn strong," he murmured, his teeth grazing your earlobe, sending a shiver cascading down your spine. "But I'm not. So be strong right here. On my lap."

Before you could process his words, his hands gripped your hips, lifting and pulling you forward until you were straddling him, sitting perfectly aligned over the thick, agonizingly heavy ridge pressing against the denim of his pants.

You let out a sharp gasp, your body shivering as a sudden, aching friction flared right at your center.

"Yuji, if you think you can seduce me into quitting sorcery, you are one dumb fuck," you breathed, though your voice lacked its usual bite.

Yuji stilled, looking up at you with a mock pout that didn't quite reach the dark, feral look in his eyes. "I'll just take up every single one of your missions, so good luck trying to fight."

You glared down at him, your hands resting on his broad shoulders. "You can't do that."

A slow, wicked smirk curved his lips. He rolled his hips upward, just a fraction, biting his lower lip as a stifled moan escaped you.

"Watch me."

You cupped his face, your thumbs tracing the sharp line of his cheekbones, trying to coax the golden retriever back to the surface. "You're panicking, Yuu. I get it. But you're smothering me."

"Smothering is still better than you being half-dead."

"Fuck you."

"I desperately want you to"

You huffed trying to get up from his lap

But he sat you right down, making the friction more intense as both of you gasped

You looked at him as he rolled his hips in another torturous motion making you grinding down on him trying to ease the tension.

your response excited him as he literally started eating your mouth.

His mouth was relentless, swallowing your muffled whimpers as his tongue tangled with yours, tasting of mint and raw, unrestrained desperation.

Every agonizingly slow roll of his hips was a persuasive argument, sending shockwaves of heat straight to your core while his large, calloused hands kneaded the soft flesh of your thighs.

"Just say yes, baby," he murmured against your slick, swollen lips, his breath hot and ragged as he tilted your hips to deepen the torturous friction between you two.

"Say you'll let me do the fighting. Say you'll stay right here, safe and untouched, while I tear apart anything that even tries to look at you. Please, Y/N. Let me take care of you." The sheer vulnerability masking his dominant hold made your resolve crumble. You couldn't fight him—not when his body was practically vibrating with the terror of losing you, and not when he was weaponizing every ounce of his undeniable, heavy strength just to make you melt into him.

"Okay," you breathed out, completely breathless, your fingers sliding up to card through his soft, pink hair and massage his scalp. "Okay, Yuu. I'm here.

I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere." The gentle, rhythmic stroke of your nails was the anchor he desperately needed to pull him back from the edge.

You could literally feel the manic, frantic tension bleed out of his broad shoulders, the terrifyingly feral glint in his amber eyes finally dissolving into exhausted relief.

He let out a long, shuddering exhale, leaning his heavy head forward until his lips brushed against the sensitive shell of your ear.

"Good," he whispered, his voice dropping into a gravelly, downright filthy register that sent a violent shiver down your spine.

"Because the second Shoko sensei clears you, I’m taking you back to your room and locking the door. I’m going to pin your legs back and completely ruin you, baby. I'm going to stretch you out and bury myself inside you so deep and so rough that your mind goes completely blank. I'm going to pound into you until you're shaking, dripping wet, and screaming my name so loud your voice gives out. I'm going to mark up every inch of this beautiful skin and fuck you mindless until you physically forget what the outside world even looks like—until the only thing you can feel, taste, and breathe is me."

Before your brain could even begin to short-circuit at the sheer, wicked audacity of his promise, Yuji slumped his entire body weight forward.

He buried his face directly into the warmth of your chest with a soft, drawn-out sigh. "My head hurts, baby," he mumbled, his voice instantly snapping back to that sweet, whiny, sunshine tone as he nuzzled his nose happily against your sternum like a giant, needy puppy.

His large arms wrapped around your waist in a comfortable, lazy hug. "Can you just hold me? I missed you so much."

yuji itadori x fem!reader

summary : you are used to babying your sunshine bf not knowing that sunshine has layers that burn and you came to know that after injuring yourself in a mission.

Warnings: toxic!yuji (kinda), obsession, mild nsfw, dry humping, mentions of blood, murder,slight gore?

"muah!"

you are woken up by a ticklish feeling on your neck which turns out to be your pink haired bf peppering soft wet grossly loud kisses all over you.

this is his tactic of waking you up ever since he started sleeping in your dorm , which is 5 months.

months ago this munchkin got hurt enough to leave a massive stain in his dorm bed and this jerk didnt even go to shoko sensei for aid. "its a minor injury babe and shes already got her hands full, didnt wanna bother her with me" is what your bf said. ofc. even after getting his back sliced he cared about others.

it was then you decided to take matters in your hands and took him to your dorm and made him promise to sleep in here after his missions, yuji who usually protested in these cases noded immediately, eyes lightening up as if he won a lottery.

since then , mission or not, yuji came over whenever he wanted and latched on to you, you didnt mind his clinginess ( which btw was a lot considering he would negotiate with you to not go peeing cuz sir was laying on you lap; if u did? he would follow you and wait on the door like an imprinted duck) so yeah, he didnt mind his unbearable clinginess. how could you? when hes staring at you with so much honeyed affection its pouring out of his eyes, when he nuzzles in your lap letting out deep low groans after finding a comfortable spot, dead out in seconds when you caress his hair.

you cant.

you are not the type to be one of those gfs who treat thier bfs like a child

but yuji. yuji itadori molds you that way. his sincerity and blunt attachment forces u to baby him

to you, hes a sunbeam, escape from this jujutsu world, escape from curses

you couldn't imagine, not in your wildest dreams, that he was capable of malice.

So, imagine the sheer, icy shock that flooded your veins when you woke up from the hazy blur of Shoko’s anesthesia to a terrifying truth. You had been battered and broken after a setup—a Grade 2 sorcerer being you thrown to the wolves against a Special Grade.

And your sweet, golden retriever boyfriend had responded by committing absolute, unbridled slaughter.

The buildings within a ten-mile radius of your mission? Decimated.

The curses lurking in the shadows? Eradicated.

And the corrupt higher-ups who had carelessly signed your death warrant? Gone.

Even a few civilians had caught the crossfire because Yuji had torn through the city without dropping a single, fucking veil.

Somewhere in the shadows, Gojo Satoru—who had happily fed Yuji the names of the men responsible—was likely beaming with pride.

But you were just terrified. Why? How?

Yuji? Your Yuji?

Nobara sat by your infirmary bed, her expression a mix of awe and deep unease. "He dropped his own mission and ran when he heard you got set up," she explained quietly. "He was late. When he saw you..."

She swallowed hard.

"He dropped to his knees. The idiot was trembling so hard. He tried to pick you up, but you winced, so I swatted his hands away. Then we rolled you over and he saw... he saw the gashes across your stomach."

Nobara paused, her eyes darkening at the memory.

"He just lost it. His eyes went completely dead. I kept shouting his name, but it was like he couldn't hear me. He just silently handed you to Shoko and walked out to find Gojo. I don't know what he said, but—"

Thud.

The heavy infirmary door swung open.

There stood your boyfriend. He was panting heavily, his broad, solid frame casting a long, moody shadow across the sterile room. Fresh, jagged scratches marred his skin—scars you hadn't seen before.

"Kugisaki. Leave." His voice didn't sound like Yuji. It was a low, gravelly command that left absolutely no room for argument.

Nobara stood up, rolling her eyes to mask the tension. She threw you a quick thumbs-up and slipped out. The door clicked shut, sealing you in.

You stared at the boy in front of you. "Yuji, what am I hearing—"

"It's Yuu for you, Y/N."

"That's not the poi—"

you couldnt finish your sentence as he came near you and tugged you loose clothes up, too much, the underside of your breasts was in view but yujis eyes only scanned for scars, which were none thanks to shokos reversed cursed technique

even tho he wasnt looking at the exposure, you still felt embarrased

"never again'

you looked up to see him staring directly at you

he dropped your shirt and scooped you up

" never again am i gonna let you get hurt baby"

"im so sorry" his eyes were glassy and for a second you could see your adorable bf but his eyes darkened again, staring intensely as he tucked a stray hair behind your ear

you looked down

you were nervous

you dont know why you were nervous

maybe cuz yuji never intimidated u like this?

he made u look up at him by his index finger on you chin as he sighed

"look at me"

your eyes dropped again you were fucking nervous!

yuji frowned and grabbed your jaw with his hand with more force

"keep looking at me"

he leaned in resting your temples together while still making eye contact

"yeah just like that"

he put his free hand infront of your face

"hold my hand"

you obediently held it

he interlocked your fingers bringing it near his lips giving it a chaste kiss

all this time maintaining eye contact

your breath hitched

"yuji-

"say you love me"

you paused for a second making him harden his hold on you

"tell me you love me baby"

'i..i love you.."

"louder"

"i love you"

he dropped his head on your neck inhaling your scent

"again"

" i love yo-ah!

he bit near your pulse softening the sting with sloppy wet kisses before looking at u

"did i tell u to stop?'

"huh?"

he gave u a sharp stare before kissing you, putting so much force in it your lips felt the sting

he tilted his head adjustign you in his arms as he mutteres in between

" i love you. i love you so much i feel insane. i love you so much that i hate what you are making me feel"

His kisses dragged a burning trail down your neck as he slowly lowered you back onto the mattress, following your body down until he was hovering over you, caging you in. His hands slid under your shirt, large palms stroking the curve of your ribs before settling heavily on your waist, his thumbs pressing into your skin.

"This soft skin of yours was slashed. Flesh torn. Your sweet scent was entirely masked by blood, Y/N." His voice was a devastated whisper. "I don't want you covered in blood, baby."

"I want you filled with softness, comfort... me."

"I don't want you worrying about curses."

"I want you sleeping, dreaming of my touch." He dragged an open-mouthed kiss along your collarbone, a deep rumble vibrating in his chest. "Or waking up needing it."

"Yuji," you panted, trying to inject some reason into the heavy, intoxicating air. "Everyone gets hurt on missions. I'm not special. I'll heal and get back to fighting. I'm strong."

"You are strong, baby. You are so damn strong," he murmured, his teeth grazing your earlobe, sending a shiver cascading down your spine. "But I'm not. So be strong right here. On my lap."

Before you could process his words, his hands gripped your hips, lifting and pulling you forward until you were straddling him, sitting perfectly aligned over the thick, agonizingly heavy ridge pressing against the denim of his pants.

You let out a sharp gasp, your body shivering as a sudden, aching friction flared right at your center.

"Yuji, if you think you can seduce me into quitting sorcery, you are one dumb fuck," you breathed, though your voice lacked its usual bite.

Yuji stilled, looking up at you with a mock pout that didn't quite reach the dark, feral look in his eyes. "I'll just take up every single one of your missions, so good luck trying to fight."

You glared down at him, your hands resting on his broad shoulders. "You can't do that."

A slow, wicked smirk curved his lips. He rolled his hips upward, just a fraction, biting his lower lip as a stifled moan escaped you.

"Watch me."

You cupped his face, your thumbs tracing the sharp line of his cheekbones, trying to coax the golden retriever back to the surface. "You're panicking, Yuu. I get it. But you're smothering me."

"Smothering is still better than you being half-dead."

"Fuck you."

"I desperately want you to"

You huffed trying to get up from his lap

But he sat you right down, making the friction more intense as both of you gasped

You looked at him as he rolled his hips in another torturous motion making you grinding down on him trying to ease the tension.

your response excited him as he literally started eating your mouth.

His mouth was relentless, swallowing your muffled whimpers as his tongue tangled with yours, tasting of mint and raw, unrestrained desperation.

Every agonizingly slow roll of his hips was a persuasive argument, sending shockwaves of heat straight to your core while his large, calloused hands kneaded the soft flesh of your thighs.

"Just say yes, baby," he murmured against your slick, swollen lips, his breath hot and ragged as he tilted your hips to deepen the torturous friction between you two.

"Say you'll let me do the fighting. Say you'll stay right here, safe and untouched, while I tear apart anything that even tries to look at you. Please, Y/N. Let me take care of you." The sheer vulnerability masking his dominant hold made your resolve crumble. You couldn't fight him—not when his body was practically vibrating with the terror of losing you, and not when he was weaponizing every ounce of his undeniable, heavy strength just to make you melt into him.

"Okay," you breathed out, completely breathless, your fingers sliding up to card through his soft, pink hair and massage his scalp. "Okay, Yuu. I'm here.

I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere." The gentle, rhythmic stroke of your nails was the anchor he desperately needed to pull him back from the edge.

You could literally feel the manic, frantic tension bleed out of his broad shoulders, the terrifyingly feral glint in his amber eyes finally dissolving into exhausted relief.

He let out a long, shuddering exhale, leaning his heavy head forward until his lips brushed against the sensitive shell of your ear.

"Good," he whispered, his voice dropping into a gravelly, downright filthy register that sent a violent shiver down your spine.

"Because the second Shoko sensei clears you, I’m taking you back to your room and locking the door. I’m going to pin your legs back and completely ruin you, baby. I'm going to stretch you out and bury myself inside you so deep and so rough that your mind goes completely blank. I'm going to pound into you until you're shaking, dripping wet, and screaming my name so loud your voice gives out. I'm going to mark up every inch of this beautiful skin and fuck you mindless until you physically forget what the outside world even looks like—until the only thing you can feel, taste, and breathe is me."

Before your brain could even begin to short-circuit at the sheer, wicked audacity of his promise, Yuji slumped his entire body weight forward.

He buried his face directly into the warmth of your chest with a soft, drawn-out sigh. "My head hurts, baby," he mumbled, his voice instantly snapping back to that sweet, whiny, sunshine tone as he nuzzled his nose happily against your sternum like a giant, needy puppy.

His large arms wrapped around your waist in a comfortable, lazy hug. "Can you just hold me? I missed you so much."

yuji itadori x fem!reader

summary : you are used to babying your sunshine bf not knowing that sunshine has layers that burn and you came to know that after injuring yourself in a mission.

Warnings: toxic!yuji (kinda), obsession, mild nsfw, dry humping, mentions of blood, murder,slight gore?

"muah!"

you are woken up by a ticklish feeling on your neck which turns out to be your pink haired bf peppering soft wet grossly loud kisses all over you.

this is his tactic of waking you up ever since he started sleeping in your dorm , which is 5 months.

months ago this munchkin got hurt enough to leave a massive stain in his dorm bed and this jerk didnt even go to shoko sensei for aid. "its a minor injury babe and shes already got her hands full, didnt wanna bother her with me" is what your bf said. ofc. even after getting his back sliced he cared about others.

it was then you decided to take matters in your hands and took him to your dorm and made him promise to sleep in here after his missions, yuji who usually protested in these cases noded immediately, eyes lightening up as if he won a lottery.

since then , mission or not, yuji came over whenever he wanted and latched on to you, you didnt mind his clinginess ( which btw was a lot considering he would negotiate with you to not go peeing cuz sir was laying on you lap; if u did? he would follow you and wait on the door like an imprinted duck) so yeah, he didnt mind his unbearable clinginess. how could you? when hes staring at you with so much honeyed affection its pouring out of his eyes, when he nuzzles in your lap letting out deep low groans after finding a comfortable spot, dead out in seconds when you caress his hair.

you cant.

you are not the type to be one of those gfs who treat thier bfs like a child

but yuji. yuji itadori molds you that way. his sincerity and blunt attachment forces u to baby him

to you, hes a sunbeam, escape from this jujutsu world, escape from curses

you couldn't imagine, not in your wildest dreams, that he was capable of malice.

So, imagine the sheer, icy shock that flooded your veins when you woke up from the hazy blur of Shoko’s anesthesia to a terrifying truth. You had been battered and broken after a setup—a Grade 2 sorcerer being you thrown to the wolves against a Special Grade.

And your sweet, golden retriever boyfriend had responded by committing absolute, unbridled slaughter.

The buildings within a ten-mile radius of your mission? Decimated.

The curses lurking in the shadows? Eradicated.

And the corrupt higher-ups who had carelessly signed your death warrant? Gone.

Even a few civilians had caught the crossfire because Yuji had torn through the city without dropping a single, fucking veil.

Somewhere in the shadows, Gojo Satoru—who had happily fed Yuji the names of the men responsible—was likely beaming with pride.

But you were just terrified. Why? How?

Yuji? Your Yuji?

Nobara sat by your infirmary bed, her expression a mix of awe and deep unease. "He dropped his own mission and ran when he heard you got set up," she explained quietly. "He was late. When he saw you..."

She swallowed hard.

"He dropped to his knees. The idiot was trembling so hard. He tried to pick you up, but you winced, so I swatted his hands away. Then we rolled you over and he saw... he saw the gashes across your stomach."

Nobara paused, her eyes darkening at the memory.

"He just lost it. His eyes went completely dead. I kept shouting his name, but it was like he couldn't hear me. He just silently handed you to Shoko and walked out to find Gojo. I don't know what he said, but—"

Thud.

The heavy infirmary door swung open.

There stood your boyfriend. He was panting heavily, his broad, solid frame casting a long, moody shadow across the sterile room. Fresh, jagged scratches marred his skin—scars you hadn't seen before.

"Kugisaki. Leave." His voice didn't sound like Yuji. It was a low, gravelly command that left absolutely no room for argument.

Nobara stood up, rolling her eyes to mask the tension. She threw you a quick thumbs-up and slipped out. The door clicked shut, sealing you in.

You stared at the boy in front of you. "Yuji, what am I hearing—"

"It's Yuu for you, Y/N."

"That's not the poi—"

you couldnt finish your sentence as he came near you and tugged you loose clothes up, too much, the underside of your breasts was in view but yujis eyes only scanned for scars, which were none thanks to shokos reversed cursed technique

even tho he wasnt looking at the exposure, you still felt embarrased

"never again'

you looked up to see him staring directly at you

he dropped your shirt and scooped you up

" never again am i gonna let you get hurt baby"

"im so sorry" his eyes were glassy and for a second you could see your adorable bf but his eyes darkened again, staring intensely as he tucked a stray hair behind your ear

you looked down

you were nervous

you dont know why you were nervous

maybe cuz yuji never intimidated u like this?

he made u look up at him by his index finger on you chin as he sighed

"look at me"

your eyes dropped again you were fucking nervous!

yuji frowned and grabbed your jaw with his hand with more force

"keep looking at me"

he leaned in resting your temples together while still making eye contact

"yeah just like that"

he put his free hand infront of your face

"hold my hand"

you obediently held it

he interlocked your fingers bringing it near his lips giving it a chaste kiss

all this time maintaining eye contact

your breath hitched

"yuji-

"say you love me"

you paused for a second making him harden his hold on you

"tell me you love me baby"

'i..i love you.."

"louder"

"i love you"

he dropped his head on your neck inhaling your scent

"again"

" i love yo-ah!

he bit near your pulse softening the sting with sloppy wet kisses before looking at u

"did i tell u to stop?'

"huh?"

he gave u a sharp stare before kissing you, putting so much force in it your lips felt the sting

he tilted his head adjustign you in his arms as he mutteres in between

" i love you. i love you so much i feel insane. i love you so much that i hate what you are making me feel"

His kisses dragged a burning trail down your neck as he slowly lowered you back onto the mattress, following your body down until he was hovering over you, caging you in. His hands slid under your shirt, large palms stroking the curve of your ribs before settling heavily on your waist, his thumbs pressing into your skin.

"This soft skin of yours was slashed. Flesh torn. Your sweet scent was entirely masked by blood, Y/N." His voice was a devastated whisper. "I don't want you covered in blood, baby."

"I want you filled with softness, comfort... me."

"I don't want you worrying about curses."

"I want you sleeping, dreaming of my touch." He dragged an open-mouthed kiss along your collarbone, a deep rumble vibrating in his chest. "Or waking up needing it."

"Yuji," you panted, trying to inject some reason into the heavy, intoxicating air. "Everyone gets hurt on missions. I'm not special. I'll heal and get back to fighting. I'm strong."

"You are strong, baby. You are so damn strong," he murmured, his teeth grazing your earlobe, sending a shiver cascading down your spine. "But I'm not. So be strong right here. On my lap."

Before you could process his words, his hands gripped your hips, lifting and pulling you forward until you were straddling him, sitting perfectly aligned over the thick, agonizingly heavy ridge pressing against the denim of his pants.

You let out a sharp gasp, your body shivering as a sudden, aching friction flared right at your center.

"Yuji, if you think you can seduce me into quitting sorcery, you are one dumb fuck," you breathed, though your voice lacked its usual bite.

Yuji stilled, looking up at you with a mock pout that didn't quite reach the dark, feral look in his eyes. "I'll just take up every single one of your missions, so good luck trying to fight."

You glared down at him, your hands resting on his broad shoulders. "You can't do that."

A slow, wicked smirk curved his lips. He rolled his hips upward, just a fraction, biting his lower lip as a stifled moan escaped you.

"Watch me."

You cupped his face, your thumbs tracing the sharp line of his cheekbones, trying to coax the golden retriever back to the surface. "You're panicking, Yuu. I get it. But you're smothering me."

"Smothering is still better than you being half-dead."

"Fuck you."

"I desperately want you to"

You huffed trying to get up from his lap

But he sat you right down, making the friction more intense as both of you gasped

You looked at him as he rolled his hips in another torturous motion making you grinding down on him trying to ease the tension.

your response excited him as he literally started eating your mouth.

His mouth was relentless, swallowing your muffled whimpers as his tongue tangled with yours, tasting of mint and raw, unrestrained desperation.

Every agonizingly slow roll of his hips was a persuasive argument, sending shockwaves of heat straight to your core while his large, calloused hands kneaded the soft flesh of your thighs.

"Just say yes, baby," he murmured against your slick, swollen lips, his breath hot and ragged as he tilted your hips to deepen the torturous friction between you two.

"Say you'll let me do the fighting. Say you'll stay right here, safe and untouched, while I tear apart anything that even tries to look at you. Please, Y/N. Let me take care of you." The sheer vulnerability masking his dominant hold made your resolve crumble. You couldn't fight him—not when his body was practically vibrating with the terror of losing you, and not when he was weaponizing every ounce of his undeniable, heavy strength just to make you melt into him.

"Okay," you breathed out, completely breathless, your fingers sliding up to card through his soft, pink hair and massage his scalp. "Okay, Yuu. I'm here.

I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere." The gentle, rhythmic stroke of your nails was the anchor he desperately needed to pull him back from the edge.

You could literally feel the manic, frantic tension bleed out of his broad shoulders, the terrifyingly feral glint in his amber eyes finally dissolving into exhausted relief.

He let out a long, shuddering exhale, leaning his heavy head forward until his lips brushed against the sensitive shell of your ear.

"Good," he whispered, his voice dropping into a gravelly, downright filthy register that sent a violent shiver down your spine.

"Because the second Shoko sensei clears you, I’m taking you back to your room and locking the door. I’m going to pin your legs back and completely ruin you, baby. I'm going to stretch you out and bury myself inside you so deep and so rough that your mind goes completely blank. I'm going to pound into you until you're shaking, dripping wet, and screaming my name so loud your voice gives out. I'm going to mark up every inch of this beautiful skin and fuck you mindless until you physically forget what the outside world even looks like—until the only thing you can feel, taste, and breathe is me."

Before your brain could even begin to short-circuit at the sheer, wicked audacity of his promise, Yuji slumped his entire body weight forward.

He buried his face directly into the warmth of your chest with a soft, drawn-out sigh. "My head hurts, baby," he mumbled, his voice instantly snapping back to that sweet, whiny, sunshine tone as he nuzzled his nose happily against your sternum like a giant, needy puppy.

His large arms wrapped around your waist in a comfortable, lazy hug. "Can you just hold me? I missed you so much."

yuji itadori x fem!reader

summary : you are used to babying your sunshine bf not knowing that sunshine has layers that burn and you came to know that after injuring yourself in a mission.

Warnings: toxic!yuji (kinda), obsession, mild nsfw, dry humping, mentions of blood, murder,slight gore?

"muah!"

you are woken up by a ticklish feeling on your neck which turns out to be your pink haired bf peppering soft wet grossly loud kisses all over you.

this is his tactic of waking you up ever since he started sleeping in your dorm , which is 5 months.

months ago this munchkin got hurt enough to leave a massive stain in his dorm bed and this jerk didnt even go to shoko sensei for aid. "its a minor injury babe and shes already got her hands full, didnt wanna bother her with me" is what your bf said. ofc. even after getting his back sliced he cared about others.

it was then you decided to take matters in your hands and took him to your dorm and made him promise to sleep in here after his missions, yuji who usually protested in these cases noded immediately, eyes lightening up as if he won a lottery.

since then , mission or not, yuji came over whenever he wanted and latched on to you, you didnt mind his clinginess ( which btw was a lot considering he would negotiate with you to not go peeing cuz sir was laying on you lap; if u did? he would follow you and wait on the door like an imprinted duck) so yeah, he didnt mind his unbearable clinginess. how could you? when hes staring at you with so much honeyed affection its pouring out of his eyes, when he nuzzles in your lap letting out deep low groans after finding a comfortable spot, dead out in seconds when you caress his hair.

you cant.

you are not the type to be one of those gfs who treat thier bfs like a child

but yuji. yuji itadori molds you that way. his sincerity and blunt attachment forces u to baby him

to you, hes a sunbeam, escape from this jujutsu world, escape from curses

you couldn't imagine, not in your wildest dreams, that he was capable of malice.

So, imagine the sheer, icy shock that flooded your veins when you woke up from the hazy blur of Shoko’s anesthesia to a terrifying truth. You had been battered and broken after a setup—a Grade 2 sorcerer being you thrown to the wolves against a Special Grade.

And your sweet, golden retriever boyfriend had responded by committing absolute, unbridled slaughter.

The buildings within a ten-mile radius of your mission? Decimated.

The curses lurking in the shadows? Eradicated.

And the corrupt higher-ups who had carelessly signed your death warrant? Gone.

Even a few civilians had caught the crossfire because Yuji had torn through the city without dropping a single, fucking veil.

Somewhere in the shadows, Gojo Satoru—who had happily fed Yuji the names of the men responsible—was likely beaming with pride.

But you were just terrified. Why? How?

Yuji? Your Yuji?

Nobara sat by your infirmary bed, her expression a mix of awe and deep unease. "He dropped his own mission and ran when he heard you got set up," she explained quietly. "He was late. When he saw you..."

She swallowed hard.

"He dropped to his knees. The idiot was trembling so hard. He tried to pick you up, but you winced, so I swatted his hands away. Then we rolled you over and he saw... he saw the gashes across your stomach."

Nobara paused, her eyes darkening at the memory.

"He just lost it. His eyes went completely dead. I kept shouting his name, but it was like he couldn't hear me. He just silently handed you to Shoko and walked out to find Gojo. I don't know what he said, but—"

Thud.

The heavy infirmary door swung open.

There stood your boyfriend. He was panting heavily, his broad, solid frame casting a long, moody shadow across the sterile room. Fresh, jagged scratches marred his skin—scars you hadn't seen before.

"Kugisaki. Leave." His voice didn't sound like Yuji. It was a low, gravelly command that left absolutely no room for argument.

Nobara stood up, rolling her eyes to mask the tension. She threw you a quick thumbs-up and slipped out. The door clicked shut, sealing you in.

You stared at the boy in front of you. "Yuji, what am I hearing—"

"It's Yuu for you, Y/N."

"That's not the poi—"

you couldnt finish your sentence as he came near you and tugged you loose clothes up, too much, the underside of your breasts was in view but yujis eyes only scanned for scars, which were none thanks to shokos reversed cursed technique

even tho he wasnt looking at the exposure, you still felt embarrased

"never again'

you looked up to see him staring directly at you

he dropped your shirt and scooped you up

" never again am i gonna let you get hurt baby"

"im so sorry" his eyes were glassy and for a second you could see your adorable bf but his eyes darkened again, staring intensely as he tucked a stray hair behind your ear

you looked down

you were nervous

you dont know why you were nervous

maybe cuz yuji never intimidated u like this?

he made u look up at him by his index finger on you chin as he sighed

"look at me"

your eyes dropped again you were fucking nervous!

yuji frowned and grabbed your jaw with his hand with more force

"keep looking at me"

he leaned in resting your temples together while still making eye contact

"yeah just like that"

he put his free hand infront of your face

"hold my hand"

you obediently held it

he interlocked your fingers bringing it near his lips giving it a chaste kiss

all this time maintaining eye contact

your breath hitched

"yuji-

"say you love me"

you paused for a second making him harden his hold on you

"tell me you love me baby"

'i..i love you.."

"louder"

"i love you"

he dropped his head on your neck inhaling your scent

"again"

" i love yo-ah!

he bit near your pulse softening the sting with sloppy wet kisses before looking at u

"did i tell u to stop?'

"huh?"

he gave u a sharp stare before kissing you, putting so much force in it your lips felt the sting

he tilted his head adjustign you in his arms as he mutteres in between

" i love you. i love you so much i feel insane. i love you so much that i hate what you are making me feel"

His kisses dragged a burning trail down your neck as he slowly lowered you back onto the mattress, following your body down until he was hovering over you, caging you in. His hands slid under your shirt, large palms stroking the curve of your ribs before settling heavily on your waist, his thumbs pressing into your skin.

"This soft skin of yours was slashed. Flesh torn. Your sweet scent was entirely masked by blood, Y/N." His voice was a devastated whisper. "I don't want you covered in blood, baby."

"I want you filled with softness, comfort... me."

"I don't want you worrying about curses."

"I want you sleeping, dreaming of my touch." He dragged an open-mouthed kiss along your collarbone, a deep rumble vibrating in his chest. "Or waking up needing it."

"Yuji," you panted, trying to inject some reason into the heavy, intoxicating air. "Everyone gets hurt on missions. I'm not special. I'll heal and get back to fighting. I'm strong."

"You are strong, baby. You are so damn strong," he murmured, his teeth grazing your earlobe, sending a shiver cascading down your spine. "But I'm not. So be strong right here. On my lap."

Before you could process his words, his hands gripped your hips, lifting and pulling you forward until you were straddling him, sitting perfectly aligned over the thick, agonizingly heavy ridge pressing against the denim of his pants.

You let out a sharp gasp, your body shivering as a sudden, aching friction flared right at your center.

"Yuji, if you think you can seduce me into quitting sorcery, you are one dumb fuck," you breathed, though your voice lacked its usual bite.

Yuji stilled, looking up at you with a mock pout that didn't quite reach the dark, feral look in his eyes. "I'll just take up every single one of your missions, so good luck trying to fight."

You glared down at him, your hands resting on his broad shoulders. "You can't do that."

A slow, wicked smirk curved his lips. He rolled his hips upward, just a fraction, biting his lower lip as a stifled moan escaped you.

"Watch me."

You cupped his face, your thumbs tracing the sharp line of his cheekbones, trying to coax the golden retriever back to the surface. "You're panicking, Yuu. I get it. But you're smothering me."

"Smothering is still better than you being half-dead."

"Fuck you."

"I desperately want you to"

You huffed trying to get up from his lap

But he sat you right down, making the friction more intense as both of you gasped

You looked at him as he rolled his hips in another torturous motion making you grinding down on him trying to ease the tension.

your response excited him as he literally started eating your mouth.

His mouth was relentless, swallowing your muffled whimpers as his tongue tangled with yours, tasting of mint and raw, unrestrained desperation.

Every agonizingly slow roll of his hips was a persuasive argument, sending shockwaves of heat straight to your core while his large, calloused hands kneaded the soft flesh of your thighs.

"Just say yes, baby," he murmured against your slick, swollen lips, his breath hot and ragged as he tilted your hips to deepen the torturous friction between you two.

"Say you'll let me do the fighting. Say you'll stay right here, safe and untouched, while I tear apart anything that even tries to look at you. Please, Y/N. Let me take care of you." The sheer vulnerability masking his dominant hold made your resolve crumble. You couldn't fight him—not when his body was practically vibrating with the terror of losing you, and not when he was weaponizing every ounce of his undeniable, heavy strength just to make you melt into him.

"Okay," you breathed out, completely breathless, your fingers sliding up to card through his soft, pink hair and massage his scalp. "Okay, Yuu. I'm here.

I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere." The gentle, rhythmic stroke of your nails was the anchor he desperately needed to pull him back from the edge.

You could literally feel the manic, frantic tension bleed out of his broad shoulders, the terrifyingly feral glint in his amber eyes finally dissolving into exhausted relief.

He let out a long, shuddering exhale, leaning his heavy head forward until his lips brushed against the sensitive shell of your ear.

"Good," he whispered, his voice dropping into a gravelly, downright filthy register that sent a violent shiver down your spine.

"Because the second Shoko sensei clears you, I’m taking you back to your room and locking the door. I’m going to pin your legs back and completely ruin you, baby. I'm going to stretch you out and bury myself inside you so deep and so rough that your mind goes completely blank. I'm going to pound into you until you're shaking, dripping wet, and screaming my name so loud your voice gives out. I'm going to mark up every inch of this beautiful skin and fuck you mindless until you physically forget what the outside world even looks like—until the only thing you can feel, taste, and breathe is me."

Before your brain could even begin to short-circuit at the sheer, wicked audacity of his promise, Yuji slumped his entire body weight forward.

He buried his face directly into the warmth of your chest with a soft, drawn-out sigh. "My head hurts, baby," he mumbled, his voice instantly snapping back to that sweet, whiny, sunshine tone as he nuzzled his nose happily against your sternum like a giant, needy puppy.

His large arms wrapped around your waist in a comfortable, lazy hug. "Can you just hold me? I missed you so much."

yuji itadori x fem!reader

summary : you are used to babying your sunshine bf not knowing that sunshine has layers that burn and you came to know that after injuring yourself in a mission.

Warnings: toxic!yuji (kinda), obsession, mild nsfw, dry humping, mentions of blood, murder,slight gore?

"muah!"

you are woken up by a ticklish feeling on your neck which turns out to be your pink haired bf peppering soft wet grossly loud kisses all over you.

this is his tactic of waking you up ever since he started sleeping in your dorm , which is 5 months.

months ago this munchkin got hurt enough to leave a massive stain in his dorm bed and this jerk didnt even go to shoko sensei for aid. "its a minor injury babe and shes already got her hands full, didnt wanna bother her with me" is what your bf said. ofc. even after getting his back sliced he cared about others.

it was then you decided to take matters in your hands and took him to your dorm and made him promise to sleep in here after his missions, yuji who usually protested in these cases noded immediately, eyes lightening up as if he won a lottery.

since then , mission or not, yuji came over whenever he wanted and latched on to you, you didnt mind his clinginess ( which btw was a lot considering he would negotiate with you to not go peeing cuz sir was laying on you lap; if u did? he would follow you and wait on the door like an imprinted duck) so yeah, he didnt mind his unbearable clinginess. how could you? when hes staring at you with so much honeyed affection its pouring out of his eyes, when he nuzzles in your lap letting out deep low groans after finding a comfortable spot, dead out in seconds when you caress his hair.

you cant.

you are not the type to be one of those gfs who treat thier bfs like a child

but yuji. yuji itadori molds you that way. his sincerity and blunt attachment forces u to baby him

to you, hes a sunbeam, escape from this jujutsu world, escape from curses

you couldn't imagine, not in your wildest dreams, that he was capable of malice.

So, imagine the sheer, icy shock that flooded your veins when you woke up from the hazy blur of Shoko’s anesthesia to a terrifying truth. You had been battered and broken after a setup—a Grade 2 sorcerer being you thrown to the wolves against a Special Grade.

And your sweet, golden retriever boyfriend had responded by committing absolute, unbridled slaughter.

The buildings within a ten-mile radius of your mission? Decimated.

The curses lurking in the shadows? Eradicated.

And the corrupt higher-ups who had carelessly signed your death warrant? Gone.

Even a few civilians had caught the crossfire because Yuji had torn through the city without dropping a single, fucking veil.

Somewhere in the shadows, Gojo Satoru—who had happily fed Yuji the names of the men responsible—was likely beaming with pride.

But you were just terrified. Why? How?

Yuji? Your Yuji?

Nobara sat by your infirmary bed, her expression a mix of awe and deep unease. "He dropped his own mission and ran when he heard you got set up," she explained quietly. "He was late. When he saw you..."

She swallowed hard.

"He dropped to his knees. The idiot was trembling so hard. He tried to pick you up, but you winced, so I swatted his hands away. Then we rolled you over and he saw... he saw the gashes across your stomach."

Nobara paused, her eyes darkening at the memory.

"He just lost it. His eyes went completely dead. I kept shouting his name, but it was like he couldn't hear me. He just silently handed you to Shoko and walked out to find Gojo. I don't know what he said, but—"

Thud.

The heavy infirmary door swung open.

There stood your boyfriend. He was panting heavily, his broad, solid frame casting a long, moody shadow across the sterile room. Fresh, jagged scratches marred his skin—scars you hadn't seen before.

"Kugisaki. Leave." His voice didn't sound like Yuji. It was a low, gravelly command that left absolutely no room for argument.

Nobara stood up, rolling her eyes to mask the tension. She threw you a quick thumbs-up and slipped out. The door clicked shut, sealing you in.

You stared at the boy in front of you. "Yuji, what am I hearing—"

"It's Yuu for you, Y/N."

"That's not the poi—"

you couldnt finish your sentence as he came near you and tugged you loose clothes up, too much, the underside of your breasts was in view but yujis eyes only scanned for scars, which were none thanks to shokos reversed cursed technique

even tho he wasnt looking at the exposure, you still felt embarrased

"never again'

you looked up to see him staring directly at you

he dropped your shirt and scooped you up

" never again am i gonna let you get hurt baby"

"im so sorry" his eyes were glassy and for a second you could see your adorable bf but his eyes darkened again, staring intensely as he tucked a stray hair behind your ear

you looked down

you were nervous

you dont know why you were nervous

maybe cuz yuji never intimidated u like this?

he made u look up at him by his index finger on you chin as he sighed

"look at me"

your eyes dropped again you were fucking nervous!

yuji frowned and grabbed your jaw with his hand with more force

"keep looking at me"

he leaned in resting your temples together while still making eye contact

"yeah just like that"

he put his free hand infront of your face

"hold my hand"

you obediently held it

he interlocked your fingers bringing it near his lips giving it a chaste kiss

all this time maintaining eye contact

your breath hitched

"yuji-

"say you love me"

you paused for a second making him harden his hold on you

"tell me you love me baby"

'i..i love you.."

"louder"

"i love you"

he dropped his head on your neck inhaling your scent

"again"

" i love yo-ah!

he bit near your pulse softening the sting with sloppy wet kisses before looking at u

"did i tell u to stop?'

"huh?"

he gave u a sharp stare before kissing you, putting so much force in it your lips felt the sting

he tilted his head adjustign you in his arms as he mutteres in between

" i love you. i love you so much i feel insane. i love you so much that i hate what you are making me feel"

His kisses dragged a burning trail down your neck as he slowly lowered you back onto the mattress, following your body down until he was hovering over you, caging you in. His hands slid under your shirt, large palms stroking the curve of your ribs before settling heavily on your waist, his thumbs pressing into your skin.

"This soft skin of yours was slashed. Flesh torn. Your sweet scent was entirely masked by blood, Y/N." His voice was a devastated whisper. "I don't want you covered in blood, baby."

"I want you filled with softness, comfort... me."

"I don't want you worrying about curses."

"I want you sleeping, dreaming of my touch." He dragged an open-mouthed kiss along your collarbone, a deep rumble vibrating in his chest. "Or waking up needing it."

"Yuji," you panted, trying to inject some reason into the heavy, intoxicating air. "Everyone gets hurt on missions. I'm not special. I'll heal and get back to fighting. I'm strong."

"You are strong, baby. You are so damn strong," he murmured, his teeth grazing your earlobe, sending a shiver cascading down your spine. "But I'm not. So be strong right here. On my lap."

Before you could process his words, his hands gripped your hips, lifting and pulling you forward until you were straddling him, sitting perfectly aligned over the thick, agonizingly heavy ridge pressing against the denim of his pants.

You let out a sharp gasp, your body shivering as a sudden, aching friction flared right at your center.

"Yuji, if you think you can seduce me into quitting sorcery, you are one dumb fuck," you breathed, though your voice lacked its usual bite.

Yuji stilled, looking up at you with a mock pout that didn't quite reach the dark, feral look in his eyes. "I'll just take up every single one of your missions, so good luck trying to fight."

You glared down at him, your hands resting on his broad shoulders. "You can't do that."

A slow, wicked smirk curved his lips. He rolled his hips upward, just a fraction, biting his lower lip as a stifled moan escaped you.

"Watch me."

You cupped his face, your thumbs tracing the sharp line of his cheekbones, trying to coax the golden retriever back to the surface. "You're panicking, Yuu. I get it. But you're smothering me."

"Smothering is still better than you being half-dead."

"Fuck you."

"I desperately want you to"

You huffed trying to get up from his lap

But he sat you right down, making the friction more intense as both of you gasped

You looked at him as he rolled his hips in another torturous motion making you grinding down on him trying to ease the tension.

your response excited him as he literally started eating your mouth.

His mouth was relentless, swallowing your muffled whimpers as his tongue tangled with yours, tasting of mint and raw, unrestrained desperation.

Every agonizingly slow roll of his hips was a persuasive argument, sending shockwaves of heat straight to your core while his large, calloused hands kneaded the soft flesh of your thighs.

"Just say yes, baby," he murmured against your slick, swollen lips, his breath hot and ragged as he tilted your hips to deepen the torturous friction between you two.

"Say you'll let me do the fighting. Say you'll stay right here, safe and untouched, while I tear apart anything that even tries to look at you. Please, Y/N. Let me take care of you." The sheer vulnerability masking his dominant hold made your resolve crumble. You couldn't fight him—not when his body was practically vibrating with the terror of losing you, and not when he was weaponizing every ounce of his undeniable, heavy strength just to make you melt into him.

"Okay," you breathed out, completely breathless, your fingers sliding up to card through his soft, pink hair and massage his scalp. "Okay, Yuu. I'm here.

I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere." The gentle, rhythmic stroke of your nails was the anchor he desperately needed to pull him back from the edge.

You could literally feel the manic, frantic tension bleed out of his broad shoulders, the terrifyingly feral glint in his amber eyes finally dissolving into exhausted relief.

He let out a long, shuddering exhale, leaning his heavy head forward until his lips brushed against the sensitive shell of your ear.

"Good," he whispered, his voice dropping into a gravelly, downright filthy register that sent a violent shiver down your spine.

"Because the second Shoko sensei clears you, I’m taking you back to your room and locking the door. I’m going to pin your legs back and completely ruin you, baby. I'm going to stretch you out and bury myself inside you so deep and so rough that your mind goes completely blank. I'm going to pound into you until you're shaking, dripping wet, and screaming my name so loud your voice gives out. I'm going to mark up every inch of this beautiful skin and fuck you mindless until you physically forget what the outside world even looks like—until the only thing you can feel, taste, and breathe is me."

Before your brain could even begin to short-circuit at the sheer, wicked audacity of his promise, Yuji slumped his entire body weight forward.

He buried his face directly into the warmth of your chest with a soft, drawn-out sigh. "My head hurts, baby," he mumbled, his voice instantly snapping back to that sweet, whiny, sunshine tone as he nuzzled his nose happily against your sternum like a giant, needy puppy.

His large arms wrapped around your waist in a comfortable, lazy hug. "Can you just hold me? I missed you so much."

part 1 | gojo, geto, choso

Gojo | contrary to popular belief his posts will be more intimate and raw rather than the whole fratboy aesthetic, he will have balanced amount of wholesome to bordering on thirst trap posts, sometimes the pics of you which he posts on close friends will be TMI, prolly annoying megumi lol

Geto | i feel like suguru tends to have a bratty cheerful partner as it compliments his melancholic persona; also he seems like a spoiling bf , putting up with all shenanigans , he is like a gentle tamer o(*^▽^*)┛

Choso | he def will bag a goth baddie with outgoing personality （＞人＜；）; also the biker choso allegations are real!!! that man will totally adapt and become a biker, i feel like he will be the most doting bf of em all

part 2 | yuji, megumi, nanami

your boyfriend is clingy when he's sick!

megumi’s different when he’s sick, really different. but you can’t say you mind.

your usually stoic, collected, unemotional boyfriend is suddenly all over you, clingy as a koala. it’s pathetically adorable.

your hand is flat against megumi’s forehead, checking for a temperature, and he’s blatantly leaning into your touch. a kiss pressed to your knuckles, another to your palm.

you get up to make soup and he pulls you back towards him with surprising strength, for someone who’s sick. a surprised squeak leaves your mouth as you’re tugged into his warm arms, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

“don’t go,” megumi mumbles, pouting.

you laugh quietly, hand threading through his hair. “i’ll be back in a minute, baby. just gonna make you something warm so you feel better.”

he huffs, tightening his hold on you. “you can do that later. ‘s cold without you.”

“i’ll give you more blankets?”

“it’s not the same,” he grumbles. then he sniffles, a quiet, sickly sound. it tugs at your heartstrings, and you wonder whether he was faking it just for the attention. 

you exhale, amused yet unrelenting. “i’m sorry, gumi. i have to, okay?” somehow, some way, you untangle yourself from his tight embrace and stand up. 

megumi whines, reaching for you, and you fight back a smile. 

“i’ll be really quick, baby. promise.” you press a peck to his warm forehead, tucking him more properly into the blankets before slipping out of the bedroom.

not even a minute goes by before you feel megumi’s presence in the kitchen. you smile softly as his arms come around your waist, chin resting heavily on your shoulder.

“you should be in bed, baby.”

“i know,” he mumbles almost guiltily, breath warm on your neck. he watches you cut the vegetables, spiky hair tickling your skin. “it was just really cold without you. horrible.”

“horrible indeed,” you humour him, reaching back to scratch his scalp. he exhales, eyes droopy as he melts into you. “i told you i’d be back soon, no?”

“but you were taking forever,” megumi groans earnestly, eyes opening to peek at you.

“i was away for one minute.”

“a minute too long.” he says, sniffling and shutting his eyes again. “i almost died.”

you giggle, pouring the finished soup into a bowl. “i’m really sorry,” you say as you lead him back into the bedroom, pulling him behind you like a sad puppy. “won’t happen again.”

“good,” megumi huffs, satisfied. 

his eyes trail over you as you get him settled in, cocooning him in blankets and pressing the bowl into his hands. you know exactly what’s coming next.

megumi locks his gaze on yours. “is it cuddle time now?” he asks hopefully, eyes wide and shiny, lips downturned as though he might burst into tears if you refused. 

the sight of him like this is so unexpected, so precious. you almost give in. almost.

“nope,” you say, trying to sound as firm as you can muster. you press the soup bowl further into his hands as his bottom lip quivers. “drink first, then cuddles.”

“and- and you won’t even feed me?” megumi warbles, sniffling sadly. “i’m dying, you know.”

“you’re not dying,” you sigh, sitting down next to him. “but fine, i’ll feed you. only cos’ you’re sick.”

the biggest smile breaks onto his face, eyes clearing up immediately as he hands you the soup bowl. your megumi wouldn’t smile like this in a million years, and you try to savour it.

he’s almost giddy with affection as he presses the soup bowl into your hands, cozying up to you and pressing his face into your chest. “you’re the best,” he mumbles happily.

yuji itadori x fem!reader

summary : you are used to babying your sunshine bf not knowing that sunshine has layers that burn and you came to know that after injuring yourself in a mission.

Warnings: toxic!yuji (kinda), obsession, mild nsfw, dry humping, mentions of blood, murder,slight gore?

"muah!"

you are woken up by a ticklish feeling on your neck which turns out to be your pink haired bf peppering soft wet grossly loud kisses all over you.

this is his tactic of waking you up ever since he started sleeping in your dorm , which is 5 months.

months ago this munchkin got hurt enough to leave a massive stain in his dorm bed and this jerk didnt even go to shoko sensei for aid. "its a minor injury babe and shes already got her hands full, didnt wanna bother her with me" is what your bf said. ofc. even after getting his back sliced he cared about others.

it was then you decided to take matters in your hands and took him to your dorm and made him promise to sleep in here after his missions, yuji who usually protested in these cases noded immediately, eyes lightening up as if he won a lottery.

since then , mission or not, yuji came over whenever he wanted and latched on to you, you didnt mind his clinginess ( which btw was a lot considering he would negotiate with you to not go peeing cuz sir was laying on you lap; if u did? he would follow you and wait on the door like an imprinted duck) so yeah, he didnt mind his unbearable clinginess. how could you? when hes staring at you with so much honeyed affection its pouring out of his eyes, when he nuzzles in your lap letting out deep low groans after finding a comfortable spot, dead out in seconds when you caress his hair.

you cant.

you are not the type to be one of those gfs who treat thier bfs like a child

but yuji. yuji itadori molds you that way. his sincerity and blunt attachment forces u to baby him

to you, hes a sunbeam, escape from this jujutsu world, escape from curses

you couldn't imagine, not in your wildest dreams, that he was capable of malice.

So, imagine the sheer, icy shock that flooded your veins when you woke up from the hazy blur of Shoko’s anesthesia to a terrifying truth. You had been battered and broken after a setup—a Grade 2 sorcerer being you thrown to the wolves against a Special Grade.

And your sweet, golden retriever boyfriend had responded by committing absolute, unbridled slaughter.

The buildings within a ten-mile radius of your mission? Decimated.

The curses lurking in the shadows? Eradicated.

And the corrupt higher-ups who had carelessly signed your death warrant? Gone.

Even a few civilians had caught the crossfire because Yuji had torn through the city without dropping a single, fucking veil.

Somewhere in the shadows, Gojo Satoru—who had happily fed Yuji the names of the men responsible—was likely beaming with pride.

But you were just terrified. Why? How?

Yuji? Your Yuji?

Nobara sat by your infirmary bed, her expression a mix of awe and deep unease. "He dropped his own mission and ran when he heard you got set up," she explained quietly. "He was late. When he saw you..."

She swallowed hard.

"He dropped to his knees. The idiot was trembling so hard. He tried to pick you up, but you winced, so I swatted his hands away. Then we rolled you over and he saw... he saw the gashes across your stomach."

Nobara paused, her eyes darkening at the memory.

"He just lost it. His eyes went completely dead. I kept shouting his name, but it was like he couldn't hear me. He just silently handed you to Shoko and walked out to find Gojo. I don't know what he said, but—"

Thud.

The heavy infirmary door swung open.

There stood your boyfriend. He was panting heavily, his broad, solid frame casting a long, moody shadow across the sterile room. Fresh, jagged scratches marred his skin—scars you hadn't seen before.

"Kugisaki. Leave." His voice didn't sound like Yuji. It was a low, gravelly command that left absolutely no room for argument.

Nobara stood up, rolling her eyes to mask the tension. She threw you a quick thumbs-up and slipped out. The door clicked shut, sealing you in.

You stared at the boy in front of you. "Yuji, what am I hearing—"

"It's Yuu for you, Y/N."

"That's not the poi—"

you couldnt finish your sentence as he came near you and tugged you loose clothes up, too much, the underside of your breasts was in view but yujis eyes only scanned for scars, which were none thanks to shokos reversed cursed technique

even tho he wasnt looking at the exposure, you still felt embarrased

"never again'

you looked up to see him staring directly at you

he dropped your shirt and scooped you up

" never again am i gonna let you get hurt baby"

"im so sorry" his eyes were glassy and for a second you could see your adorable bf but his eyes darkened again, staring intensely as he tucked a stray hair behind your ear

you looked down

you were nervous

you dont know why you were nervous

maybe cuz yuji never intimidated u like this?

he made u look up at him by his index finger on you chin as he sighed

look at me

your eyes dropped again you were fucking nervous!

yuji frowned and grabbed your jaw with his hand with more force

keep looking at me

he leaned in resting your temples together while still making eye contact

yeah just like that

he put his free hand infront of your face

"hold my hand"

you obediently held it

he interlocked your fingers bringing it near his lips giving it a chaste kiss

all this time maintaining eye contact

your breath hitched

"yuji-

"say you love me"

you paused for a second making him harden his hold on you

"tell me you love me baby"

'i..i love you.."

"louder"

"i love you"

he dropped his head on your neck inhaling your scent

"again"

" i love yo-ah!

he bit near your pulse softening the sting with sloppy wet kisses before looking at u

"did i tell u to stop?'

"huh?"

he gave u a sharp stare before kissing you, putting so much force in it your lips felt the sting

he tilted his head adjustign you in his arms as he mutteres in between

" i love you. i love you so much i feel insane. i love you so much that i hate what you are making me feel"

His kisses dragged a burning trail down your neck as he slowly lowered you back onto the mattress, following your body down until he was hovering over you, caging you in. His hands slid under your shirt, large palms stroking the curve of your ribs before settling heavily on your waist, his thumbs pressing into your skin.

"This soft skin of yours was slashed. Flesh torn. Your sweet scent was entirely masked by blood, Y/N." His voice was a devastated whisper. "I don't want you covered in blood, baby."

"I want you filled with softness, comfort... me."

"I don't want you worrying about curses."

"I want you sleeping, dreaming of my touch." He dragged an open-mouthed kiss along your collarbone, a deep rumble vibrating in his chest. "Or waking up needing it."

"Yuji," you panted, trying to inject some reason into the heavy, intoxicating air. "Everyone gets hurt on missions. I'm not special. I'll heal and get back to fighting. I'm strong."

"You are strong, baby. You are so damn strong," he murmured, his teeth grazing your earlobe, sending a shiver cascading down your spine. "But I'm not. So be strong right here. On my lap."

Before you could process his words, his hands gripped your hips, lifting and pulling you forward until you were straddling him, sitting perfectly aligned over the thick, agonizingly heavy ridge pressing against the denim of his pants.

You let out a sharp gasp, your body shivering as a sudden, aching friction flared right at your center.

"Yuji, if you think you can seduce me into quitting sorcery, you are one dumb fuck," you breathed, though your voice lacked its usual bite.

Yuji stilled, looking up at you with a mock pout that didn't quite reach the dark, feral look in his eyes. "I'll just take up every single one of your missions, so good luck trying to fight."

You glared down at him, your hands resting on his broad shoulders. "You can't do that."

A slow, wicked smirk curved his lips. He rolled his hips upward, just a fraction, biting his lower lip as a stifled moan escaped you.

"Watch me."

You cupped his face, your thumbs tracing the sharp line of his cheekbones, trying to coax the golden retriever back to the surface. "You're panicking, Yuu. I get it. But you're smothering me."

"Smothering is still better than you being half-dead."

"Fuck you."

"I desperately want you to"

You huffed trying to get up from his lap

But he sat you right down, making the friction more intense as both of you gasped

You looked at him as he rolled his hips in another torturous motion making you grinding down on him trying to ease the tension.

your response excited him as he literally started eating your mouth.

His mouth was relentless, swallowing your muffled whimpers as his tongue tangled with yours, tasting of mint and raw, unrestrained desperation.

Every agonizingly slow roll of his hips was a persuasive argument, sending shockwaves of heat straight to your core while his large, calloused hands kneaded the soft flesh of your thighs.

"Just say yes, baby," he murmured against your slick, swollen lips, his breath hot and ragged as he tilted your hips to deepen the torturous friction between you two.

"Say you'll let me do the fighting. Say you'll stay right here, safe and untouched, while I tear apart anything that even tries to look at you. Please, Y/N. Let me take care of you." The sheer vulnerability masking his dominant hold made your resolve crumble. You couldn't fight him—not when his body was practically vibrating with the terror of losing you, and not when he was weaponizing every ounce of his undeniable, heavy strength just to make you melt into him.

"Okay," you breathed out, completely breathless, your fingers sliding up to card through his soft, pink hair and massage his scalp. "Okay, Yuu. I'm here.

I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere." The gentle, rhythmic stroke of your nails was the anchor he desperately needed to pull him back from the edge.

You could literally feel the manic, frantic tension bleed out of his broad shoulders, the terrifyingly feral glint in his amber eyes finally dissolving into exhausted relief.

He let out a long, shuddering exhale, leaning his heavy head forward until his lips brushed against the sensitive shell of your ear.

"Good," he whispered, his voice dropping into a gravelly, downright filthy register that sent a violent shiver down your spine.

"Because the second Shoko sensei clears you, I’m taking you back to your room and locking the door. I’m going to pin your legs back and completely ruin you, baby. I'm going to stretch you out and bury myself inside you so deep and so rough that your mind goes completely blank. I'm going to pound into you until you're shaking, dripping wet, and screaming my name so loud your voice gives out. I'm going to mark up every inch of this beautiful skin and fuck you mindless until you physically forget what the outside world even looks like—until the only thing you can feel, taste, and breathe is me."

Before your brain could even begin to short-circuit at the sheer, wicked audacity of his promise, Yuji slumped his entire body weight forward.

He buried his face directly into the warmth of your chest with a soft, drawn-out sigh. "My head hurts, baby," he mumbled, his voice instantly snapping back to that sweet, whiny, sunshine tone as he nuzzled his nose happily against your sternum like a giant, needy puppy.

His large arms wrapped around your waist in a comfortable, lazy hug. "Can you just hold me? I missed you so much."