Darling!

the first time you two kissed it was actually quite sweet. you had been flirting awkwardly for a while and it seemed like everyone had noticed it, so yuuji decided enough was enough and invited you for a date. he took you to the center of tokyo, and you two walked around the streets, you doing most of the talking, cause he was too busy being mesmerized by you. when you were walking back to the station, he stoppped to buy you two ice cream, and of course you shared a cone.

it was corny, yeah, but yuuji was a little corny sometimes. you got a little bit of ice cream in your chin and he leaned in to clean it. and, of course, because you looked at him with those wide eyes and your breath shifted, he kissed you. it was soft, and sweet, and a bit cold and vanilla flavored. but it was so quick, you barely got to hear the little hum he let out against your mouth.

that's how you kissed for a while. just sweet little pecks that were just short enough that you didn't have time to notice the low sounds yuuji made against your mouth. he always pulled back just a second before he couldn't hold back anymore and showed you a little lopsided grin.

so, the first time you kissed kissed, was in your room. you had planned it all out, honestly, you wouldn't lie. you invited him over to watch a movie so he could, allegedly, work on controlling his cursed energy. of course, all of that went out the window in the first twenty minutes of the movie.

it started out innocent, really. he kept by your side, only your shoulder touching softly. then, he moved to wrap his fingers around yours. you smiled and looked away from the screen, squeezing his hand softly.

it went downhill from there. holding hands quickly turned to a hand caressing your thigh softly, then squeezing, then the same hand sliding around your waist, until you decided to end the torment. with a small impatient huff, you turned to the side and cupped his cheek before leaning in, a little slow, cause it was fun to tease him before connecting your lips together.

it started like every other kiss you ever share, something soft, chaste. but then you opened your mouth slightly and he tensed. you were just starting to think how sweet that was, he was probably nervous, before he opened his mouth too.

you were breathless. his hands quickly gripped your waist, hard, and his tongue was inside your mouth, he was biting your lower lip, and he was... he was humming against your mouth. suddenly, he stopped, and pulled back, staring at you with his eyes a little wide and labored breathing.

"i'm sorry! i-i'm so sorry, i just got a little carried away." he stammered, giggling a bit and cleaning his throat. you looked at him and scoffed, absolutely shocked. carried away? that's what he called it. "won't happen again."

"won't happen again? i hope it does, yuuji." you laughed, still trying to catch your breath. you slid your had from his cheek to his neck and smiled. "that was great, keep doing that."

"oh, really?" he smiled, still a bit unsure. you were surprised at how surprised he was that you liked it. you nodded and leaned in to kiss his cheek softly, and he made a low sound that you could only hear because you were so close to him.

"yeah, really." you rolled your eyes. then you leaned in, clicking your tongue, as if you were impatient. " come on here."

and this time, he started it. not at all like it began before. he took in a sharp breath before your lips collided, and his tongue was warm against your and then, he whined against you. his tongue moved softly inside your mouth and you not only heard, but you felt the soft high-pitched sound he let out. it vibrated against your lips and it sent a shock straight to your core. it was so unlike him. that sound stretched longer and he only stopped to pull back for a deep breath before he was kissing you again, and whining again, and louder this time.

his hands gripped your waist so hard you felt his nails digging in your skin even through your shirt. you slid your hand from his neck to his hair and in an impulsive move, you pulled it. and you pulled it hard.

and then he moaned. loud. it parted your kiss with the way he opened his mouth and you saw his pretty pinched brows. the sound coming from his throat made you shiver.

"oh, god, fuck you yuuji." you muttered under your breath, voice shaky with need. "you're so loud."

"i can't help it, baby, you just feel so good." he said it, and it was a whine, really, and you didn't know how much more of this you could handles before bursting into flames.

he kept squeezing your waist and the movie was just background noise, while you climbed on his lap, lips finding one another once again. you swallowed up his noises gladly, and he pressed his big warm hands underneath your shirt, the feeling so good against your skin. you wrapped your arms around his neck and he melted around you. his breathing is so uneven and so loud, and you feel something press deliciously in the space between your legs.

but what mesmerizes you is that he's not even whining cause of that. every time you lick his mouth he lets out a delicious little sound that drives you crazy. then you pull his hair, and there it is again. you feel like you're in heave.

"is that why we only kiss for five seconds in public? cause you can't be quiet?" you asked after pulling back to take a breath. he was staring up at you with wide shiny eyes and wet, puffy lips that drive you insane.

he chuckled and nuzzled against your neck before answering. you shivered.

"i don't really care about that. but i figured you'd be embarrassed, so, yeah, i guess that's why." his voice was low and you felt it against your skin while he left wet kisses on your neck.

"i wouldn't want anyone else to hear like this. rather keep it to me." you shrugged, biting your lower lip so hard he worried it would bleed. but you felt his hips grind up at your words and smiled widely. "you like that, huh?"

"i like everything that comes out of your pretty mouth, baby." and that's all he says before going back to whining against your lips again.

Yuji snaps him out of it. "Her… sounds. " He finishes, now completely beet red—nothing he can do to hide that—and Yuji fights the urge to call him out, even if he's the one who instigated this in the first place. But he makes it so difficult when it's like he doesn't even try to hide his real feelings for you.

"I know you like her," it slips out before he realizes it. "That you pretend you don't, that you try and ignore it for my sake." He stops pacing and sits down beside Megumi on the bed. "Maybe I'm the asshole, really, for coming to you with my shit-"

"I don't-"

"You do, though," he figured his friend would deny it. Why wouldn't he? "It's so obvious, even I can tell."

"Then why ask me?"

"Because everything with her comes so easily to you." Yuji goes quiet, his voice wavering with vulnerability. "And I thought maybe… because I was so in my head, that you'd know how to make her feel y'know… good, too."

It's hard being this open about everything, especially when admitting he might not be good enough for you only drives the knife deeper into his chest, twisting until even stomaching the thought becomes unbearable.

"I know you've thought about her like that."

For a moment, Megumi doesn't say anything. What's he supposed to say? He can't deny it; he has thought about you like that, more times than he'd ever care to admit. Too many nights spent pathetically fucking his hand while he gets off to your pretty face, and he knows there's been more than a few occasions when he's been a little too loud moaning your name.

"Do you even realize what you're asking of me?"

"I can handle it," Yuji reassures him.

But that's not the problem. It's that he has to actually confess to his best friend all the ways he's imagined touching you, pleasuring you, leaving you crying out his name while he's buried deep in your perfect cunt.

"Just take it slow. Kiss her," He starts, closing his eyes as he continues. "Hold her, tell her how beautiful she is, how good she's doing when you're going down on her."

"And if we fuck and she doesn't like it…?" He asks, feeling a lump form in his throat. "Doesn't like me anymore?"

"Have you seen the way she looks at you?" It hurts more saying it out loud, even if his friend desperately needs the reassurance.

"I've just never done anything like this before."

Megumi blinks, "…seriously?"

"Y-yeah," he stutters, feeling more than embarrassed when he realizes how pathetic it all is, having to ask his best friend for advice on how to make his girlfriend feel good, because he's so inexperienced and clueless.

"I doubt she's much more experienced. She's only ever talked about you."

That's right, Megumi's been friends with you longer than he has, another reason you're so comfortable around him, and why he knows more about you than your own boyfriend does.

"And even if she is, you could do anything, and she'd be all over you." Fuck his life, "She's in love with you, Itadori."

"I know- I… fuck-" Yuji runs a hand through his hair. "I really am an asshole, aren't I? For asking you this?"

"A little," He throws an arm over his friend's shoulder, pushing his feelings about it down. "But I get it."

"Thank you," He says, "For being a good friend, for answering my dickhead questions."

"As long as you know you owe me."

"Yeah, yeah." Yuji cracks a smile.

"And one thing," He adds, his voice a bit more serious. "Don't hurt her, okay?"

"That's one thing I can promise."

・❥・・❥・・❥・

Yuji's hands won't stop sweating, his heart racing, chest constricting so tightly he feels like he's going to suffocate on his own air. And there you are, lying beside him in bed, your breathing calm and slow as your eyes stay fixed on the movie.

"Hey," he whispers, pulling you a little closer, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "How are you feeling?"

"Good?" You look up, giving him a puzzled look. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah-" He nods a little too quickly, "No, yeah, I'm completely fine. Just checking on you."

"Oh…" you say, even though you're not entirely sold on his reasoning. "Do you not like this movie?"

Honestly, he doesn't even remember what's playing. Which is insane, because he loves watching movies with you, and usually by now, he'd be laughing, quoting half the lines, and doing those goofy little impressions you love so much. But tonight he's so caught up in his own head that all he can focus on is you and how pretty you are. Your lips, your hands, how they would feel wrapped around his—

"Yu?"

"Huh-" He blinks, shaking his head. "Shit- sorry, I'm just… I feel like my head's somewhere else."

"Are you in danger? Did something happen?" You ask, your eyes already searching his face for any injuries.

"Just tell me, please. You're gonna drive me crazy making me guess." You plead, wishing he'd just give in and tell you already. "Something's obviously wrong."

How are you so good at that, reading him so easily?

"We might miss something," he deflects, looking past you like he's suddenly invested in the movie.

"C'mon," you pout, moving to sit in his lap, your palms resting flat against his broad chest. "You're being ridiculous right now."

Yuji shuts his eyes briefly, praying—scratch that—pleading to whatever higher being out there that he won't get hard. Not now, not when you're sitting in his lap like this, with your perfect, round ass, leaving him hissing under his breath.

"Oh- shit, did I hurt you?" You start to move, but his hands quickly shoot out to your hips, keeping you in place.

"I- it's not that," his cheeks heat. "I-"

"You what?" You tilt your head, wondering what's gotten into your boyfriend all of a sudden.

"I want you," he blurts. "I mean- I like really want you."

"I want you too," you say, a soft giggle slipping from your lips. "But why were you being so stubborn about that?"

"No," god, you're not making this any easier. "Like I want you-"

"I know, you already said-"

Yuji grabs your wrist, cutting you off as he places your hand over his growing erection. "I really, really love you." He shudders as you move your hand, overwhelmed by how good your hand feels through his pants alone. "And I really want to show you that… in other ways."

His face flushes deeper than it already is, embarrassed by how awkward he's being, especially when every word that leaves his mouth has him wondering if he's completely blowing this, if you're finally going to realize you've made a mistake, that somehow, you've ended up with an utter loser.

"Can I?" he asks, looking at you with those big eyes you can't say no to. "Make you feel good?"

You nod, your head too busy spinning to speak.

"You sure?" He presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, "you don't have to-"

"I want to," you cut him off, cupping his face in your hands. "Promise."

He presses a kiss to your lips, lingering a second longer.

"Yu," you murmur, pulling him out of his thoughts once again as you look over him, worry etched all over your face when you take in how tense he is.

"I'm sorry, fuck-" he lets out an awkward laugh, running his hand through his hair. "I might be a bit nervous. I've just… never done anything like this before… I don't want to mess it all up."

"It's okay." Your hands rest flat on his chest, feeling his frantic heartbeat. "I trust you."

It makes his chest ache how easily you say it, like it isn't even something you have to think about, you just know.

He takes a breath before carefully laying you down, lowering himself over you, his toned arms flexing as he braces himself above you. And the closer he gets, the more you notice the faint tremble in his arms, the way his breathing grows shaky as his hands fumble with the waistband of your skirt, silently cursing himself as he clumsily slips them off.

"You know… this is my first time doing anything like this, too," you sheepishly admit, breaking the silence.

His eyes flick up to yours, like he can't actually believe what you said.

"Really?" He feels a bit relieved that he might not be the only nervous one right now, but he can't help but feel like it's impossible. You're so effortlessly beautiful; it doesn't seem real that he'd get to be your first.

"Y-yeah," your cheeks burn. "You're my first."

"We can take it slow then, yeah? Since this is new to both of us?"

You nod, and his gaze dips down to your panties for a moment. They're cute and plain—you had no idea this would be your plan for the night—and suddenly, you become aware of what you're wearing. Your hands go flying down to cover yourself, feeling anything but sexy.

His eyes snap back to yours, worry creeping in when he sees you covering yourself. "Is something wrong?"

You shake your head. "I-" god, you'd give anything to make yourself not stutter right now, to not make this any more awkward than it already is. "I didn't wear anything cute-"

"That's what this is about?" A smile tugs at the corner of his lips, barely holding back a laugh—not at you, but how adorable you're being. He was so worried he'd already done something wrong, that maybe he'd rushed things, but no—instead, you're spiraling over something so small, so cute like that.

Your whole body is on fire, feeling like you could burn alive from the embarrassment.

Yuji's thumb brushes lightly over your plush thighs as you drape your legs over his arms. "If anything, I like this more," he unhooks an arm from under your leg, gently uncovering your hands. "I don't want you feeling like you need to put on some sort of show for me."

His lips ghost over the inside of your thigh, making your breath hitch as a small sound catches in your throat. His cock twitches in response to your little sounds as he trails kisses along your thigh, until his lips are brushing over the fabric of your damp panties.

"This is perfect," he murmurs, his nose brushing lightly over the fabric. "You're perfect."

Pulling back, he helps you out of your panties, slowly easing them down with trembling hands. And the instant he sees how pretty your pussy is, glistening and wet for him—so tempting, he finds himself mindlessly slipping a hand past the waistband of his pants, gripping his cock tightly as he squeezes his eyes shut, trying his best to stop the milky white beading at his tip.

"S-shit-" he hisses as cum begins to slowly leak down his length, soaking through the fabric of his boxers. "D-dammit… mhnn…"

Heat floods his face, too mortified to look up and see your reaction when you realize he's such a loser he couldn't even last—if you can even count cumming from looking at your girlfriend's pussy alone as 'lasting'.

Instead, your eyes are wide, pupils blown as you take him in—his uneven breathing, the deep flush of his cheeks spreading down to his neck, and the way his eyes flutter shut as he finishes milking out his orgasm, leaving his boxers an absolute mess.

"God, I'm sorry." He finally looks up, struggling to meet your eyes, which makes you pout. "I can't believe I came early, like some loser."

"You're not a loser," you say softly. "…And I thought it was kind of hot."

"…You did?" He asks, unable to wrap his head around the thought that a girl could be attracted to something as pathetic as cumming prematurely.

"Yeah, really hot actually." If you're being honest with yourself, it's so hot it has your entire body on edge, knowing you're the only girl who's seen him like this.

"Well… in that case," he starts, his toned arms flexing, as they hook back under the bends of your legs, pulling you closer. "I want to make you cum too, it's only fair." He murmurs, pressing a kiss into the inside of your soft thighs.

His eyes keep flicking up to yours, watching every little expression as he slowly starts to trail kisses along your thighs, down to your pussy. And for someone who's never done anything like this before, he almost immediately finds your clit. But hell, he's always been a fast learner. He drags his tongue along your sensitive bud in slow, teasing strides, already so swollen from how worked up you are, and when he takes you into his mouth, you can't stop your hips from lifting, leaving his face dripping wet with your arousal.

"This okay?" He manages to ask, giving you a sheepish smile, his voice still ragged and breathless from being buried between your thighs.

You can only nod, too overwhelmed by the pleasure, with your hands tangled in his messy pink hair, tugging and whining for him to keep going. "Yes, p-please don't stop!"

A soft laugh slips past his lips before he continues sucking and teasing your puffy clit. Eventually, letting you take the lead as he lays his tongue flat, your hips rolling, rubbing your slick cunt all over him until his tongue is slipping into your fluttering hole, causing his poor cock to twitch back to life.

You're losing yourself, so overwhelmed by pleasure you're moaning out senslessly as he works his way around your clit. "Yu! I'm so close- please- right there, please!" You cry out, your grip tightening in his hair, pulling him flush with your cunt, as you ride out your orgasm, using his face.

His fingers dig into your thighs, the only thing keeping him grounded when he's fighting the urge to cum from your pretty sounds filling the room.

And when he makes his way back up your body, you find yourself reaching for his pants, asking, "Can I?"

He lets out a strained sound, helping you slip them off along with his boxers, and when you see how big he is, your eyes go wide. Looking in utter disbelief when his cock springs free, slapping against this hoodie. God, he's so big and thick, almost intimidating when you start to contemplate how on earth you're going to manage to fit that thing inside you.

Timidly, your fingers ghost along his length, tracing the grooves and veins, making him suck in a breath when you start to carefully wrap your hand around him.

"Baby, please," he pleads, his voice strained as his cock throbs pathetically in your hand. "Please- mhn…" his eyes are half-lidded and hazy as a few whimpers escape him. But fuck, he can't help it. Not when you're touching him like this, your hands so warm and soft, nearly making him lose control when he starts drooling pre from the tip. "D-don't wanna cum before I get to feel her."

He takes your hand, gently guiding it away from his cock as he positions himself at your entrance, rubbing his flustered, pink tip between your slick folds, teasing, before slowly pushing in, giving you time to adjust. And at first, he's big, so damn big it has your cunt struggling to stretch around his size.

"You need me to wait?" He asks, searching your face when he sees you closing your eyes, trying your best to get used to the feeling.

"Maybe… just for a second."

For a moment, he waits, staying still until your hips move, making him bite his lip—which does nothing to stop the sounds that leave him when he drives his cock forward, burying his cock deep in you.

"S-sorry, I can't-" Christ, you feel so good it has him losing control. His face in your neck, muffling the whimpering mess he's become when he feels the way your cunt's wrapped around him, so wet and warm, too good to pull out. Way too good, because he can't stop from fucking you, from begging you to let him stay a little longer, just so he can cum again. "Please, please, please-"

He's a babbling, incoherent mess, hardly making any sense when he's going soft in you, still trying to fuck your pussy. But you're no better, whining out with him, reaching down to rub your throbbing clit, when you see just how badly he wants you—needs you.

"Baby, you feel s'good- agh..mhnnn- don't wanna stop…!"

When he finally pulls out, his cock's coated in creamy white from relentlessly fucking his cum back into you.

"F-fuck…" He pants as his tip brushes against your clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you, your legs shaking, cunt clenching pathetically around nothing.

And when you both come down, red-faced, sweaty, neither of you really knows what to say. There's something so vulnerable about what happened that even looking at each other feels impossible. But that quickly wears off, and before long you're both smiling, him laying beside you, gathering you into his arms as he peppers kisses along your face. And as he holds you there, feeling how small and fragile you feel in his arms, he starts to wonder if it's possible for him to be more in love with you.

As always thanks for any reblogs, comments, and likes!! I appreciate all of u guys frrr <33

“you look a little flushed baby.” you sat back on your knees and took his face in your hands, cupping his warm cheeks— your frown deepening at the look of his blown pupils.

“i—”

you lifted his face a tad to examine.

“you’re worrying me yu… you feel warm like— really warm… you coming on with a fever?”

your voice was so soft and caring, and yuji couldn’t help but imagine that same honeyed tone edging him on to dump his cum all over your face—

shut the fuck up shut the fuck up—

“no! i’m— i’m okay angel! honestly heh…” he gently took your hands from his cheeks and lowered them, watching as you pursed your cute lips to the side in dissatisfaction, and his limbs twitching— feeling his stupid dick gush out a bit of precum in his pants at the sight.

“it’s just—” he swallowed, shakily breathing through his nose. “m’just a little achy is all.”

you tilted your head in confusion.

“achy?” you placed your hands on his shoulders, squeezing carefully before sliding your palms down his arms, yuji’s breathing picking up then, chest ragged as you kept dragging your hands further, inspecting over him to see what was wrong. 

“from what yu? tell me where—”

god why was he like this?

you were innocently just trying to figure it out and help him… it was him that was being a sick foul pervert that was potentially about to pounce on you and scare you off.

“it’s nothing baby i swear—”

your palms slid down to his lower abdomen and he sprang up from the couch, you jumping back in alarm— drawing your hands to your chest as your eyes stretched wide.

“the gym! the gym! i’m aching from the gym the—”

yuji looked at you and a guilty pang shot through his heart once he realized he fucking startled you, you staring up at him with a shaken expression— breaths quick, and him feeling his soul actively burning off his body because of it.

stupid stupid idiot stupid—

“fuck i’m sorry baby jesus.” his big hands came down to cup the sides of your head, you slowly easing a little at his reassurance. “i didn’t mean to scare you like that i’m sorry… i’m just being dumb—”

he paused.

from— from the way you were positioned, and  from the way he was— holding your face…

your pretty plump lips were perfectly aligned with his bulging freaking dick.

yuji instantly went to rip himself away from you when you reached for his hips and stopped him midway, a choke tumbling from his throat as you firmly held him in place.

he could practically feel your breath through his jeans dear god—

“what hurts yu?” you sweetly asked, soft and airy and yuji could only frantically shake his head no.

you pouted.

“please.” you leaned the side of your cheek on his thigh, and he just about saw the heavens himself. “i— i wanna help yu… i don’t care what it is. i promise.”

yuji’s skin was tingling and itchy all over, a giant lump in his throat that he couldn’t pass no matter how many times he swallowed, his clammy hands then returning to your cheeks— lifting your head so he’d get a proper look at you.  

he couldn’t take it anymore.

yuji was about to look like a vile fucking freak.

“my… my dick baby…” he softly explained, voice shaky as he used his thumbs to caress your cheeks, trying to bite down the embarrassment that rose up his system at the way your cheeks went red. “it’s just— a little tight but— it’s— it’s okay! i’ll deal with it la—”

“can i help..?”

his pupils blew out and he stopped breathing.

“please.” you finished off with a little timid smile, your kind glimmering eyes not once breaking from his. “i want to… if that’s okay.”

it was more than fucking okay.

“you wanna— help me baby?” he gave your cheeks a loving squeeze before letting your face go, taking your eager nod as a sign to keep going.

“okay…” yuji took a step back. “can— can you get on your knees for me angel..?”

you nodded once more, shuffling a bit to get down on your knees, your skin padded against the soft fur rug of your carpet.

slowly… he shakily popped open his jeans and unzipped them, willing and begging his cock and mind to relax or else he was going to cum just by how gorgeous you looked on your knees for him…

“just—”

his dick literally jumped out from the confinements of his pants and you blushed, his own neck growing uncomfortably hot as he stared down at you with wobbly lips.

“just… suck for me a little?” yuji gave his length a languid pump, his tip already swelled up and irritatingly glistening. “you don’t have to do all of it baby… i don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

you parted your lips then and carefully took him into your mouth, suckling on the sticky tip and yuji having to inhale a sharp breath at how warm your tongue felt— fluttering and gliding along his slit before you sunk your lips a little further down his cock bit by bit.

“fuuuckk yes baby just like that—”

yuji shuddered and gripped tighter at the hem of his shirt, keeping it in place just above his abs to keep it out of your way, groaning at your mouth bobbing up and down his veiny dick, tiny bubbly suds of spit coating his base.

“god please don’t stop please—” he threw his head back and heaved, placing a trembling palm to the back of your head— gently guiding you through your wet mouthful slops that filled his ears so deliciously, your cheeks hollowing as you took it upon yourself to suck harder, you moaning through it and the vibrations making him that much more sensitive.

“shit!—”

he snapped his head back down and went lightheaded, your pretty little swollen lips wrapped around him so good and slurping him up so insanely messily, drool trickling down your chin as you made it your mission to help him feel better and relieve the ache he felt moments prior.

to be good for him.

“angel if you keep— sucking me like that m’gonna cum already— hic!— holy shit please slow down please—”

but you only went faster, bobbing your head without stopping even when you chocked on his cock through particularly deep swallows, him struggling to catch his breath and keep his balls from exploding and draining down your throat, jaw hardening in restraint as his abdomen stiffened up.

because that’s not where he wanted it.

jerking his hips back, yuji slipped his dick off your mouth in one swift motion with a pop!, you plopping down on your ankles and gasping for air at the sudden action, hands quickly coming up to wipe at your saliva coated lips.

“did i— do something wrong?” you panted, your doe eyes sincerely so uneasy that he nearly fell to his knees at how cute you were.

“i’m— i’m sorry yu—”

“god no baby you were fuckin’ perfect.” he breathed out, licking over his lips— half lidded ditzy eyes looking down at you as he pumped his cock over your face. “always so so perfect for me…”

and you beamed, a sweet smile spreading across your cheeks that made his balls twitch and stiffen, jerking himself faster.

“can i just—” he struggled on a moan, small tiny strained whimpers rumbling through him as he pumped, sticky obscene shlicks! echoing through the room that only made your face grow pinker in need. 

“can i please please cum on your face angel?” yuji panted. “i won’t— shlick shlick shlick— make a mess i promise you i just— you’re so so pretty and you’d look so good with my cum on your face—”

without hesitation you nodded, and he wildly grinned at your permission, feeling fucking floored that his dream was coming true and he’d finally get to unload all over you like he’d nastily wanted for so long.

“thank you thank you!—”

yuji cupped a hand under your chin and gently brought your face up to keep you in place, his fist gripping his cock so hard and suffocating it as he jack hammered, babbling utter nonsense with his fogged horny brain entirely focused on you.

“stay just like this for me okay?” he was sweating, a tingling sensation twisting through his limbs that started manifesting from his pulsing tip. “can you— can you stick your tongue out baby? please? fuck m’gonna cum m’gonna cum—”

you quickly stuck your tongue out and laid it flat, the way you were so obedient absolutely ruining him from where he stood, moans grumbling through him that only grew louder and louder the closer he tipped over the edge.

“you’re so fuckin’ good to me baby—”

the grip he had on your jaw was subconsciously tightening, so much so that your cheeks were now mushed up between his fingers and making you look sluttier than before, his feral eyes brightening at the sight.

“you’ll let me do this again right?” he gulped, thin stringy lines of cum seeping from his slit and dangling lightly over your face. “you’ll let me cum on you? on— on your tummy maybe?”

“uh huh!” you spoke through your open mouth, and he basically cried— breathing erratic and the pacing jerk he had going on so insanely fast that it was borderline animalistic, endless strings of high pitched whimpers slipping from his lips.

“fuuuuccckkk! fuck fuck i love you i love you—”

his rhythm was relentless, sticky slicks sliding and pulling over his wet cock, until a white flash blurred his vision and yuji’s entire body locked up, a cold prickle washing over him then as he shot hot spurts of his load over your stunning awaiting face, gooey and thick— dripping over your flushed cheeks as you took it with one eye blinking shut.

yuji moaned so loudly, his gaze stuck watching you like glue and refusing to look away as he painted you, squeezing everything he had out of his cock to drown you in his release, up until the very last dribbling drop.

he swallowed and tried to catch his breath, speaking up after a few panting moments, letting his softened cock rest against the side of your cheek.

“you— you okay baby?” yuji wiped his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand, a tired smile breaking out once he heard you giggle.

“mhm! i am yu.”

you licked up cum from your lips and his balls almost swelled in size again, his gaze still permanently trained on you.

“you look so pretty like this angel…” he murmured, and your heart fluttered, him collecting some of his white cum from the corner of your mouth— thumbing it through your suckling lips. “so so pretty…”

just like he’d imagined.

maybe next time he could do it on your tits!

"Can I tell you something?" Itadori nods his head but looks back at his game mindlessly continuing while still giving you his attention. "So I kinda have this crush," that really gets your boyfriends attention. "On this guy and i dont really know what to do."

Itadori has now fully turned off his game and has made his way over to the bed where you lay. "What do you mean a crush?" He asks trying to keep a calm voice. "You dont know what a crush is?" You joke with him.

"Of course I do I just-" you cut him off, "you know Yuji you know him like really well." Thats when it dawns on him what you're getting at. His usual smile reaches his face once more. "Oh do I?" He asks as he lays down on the bed with you.

The man lays back and lets you cuddle into his side. "You do. You guys are actually pretty similar you know." That makes your boyfriend chuckle and give you a squeeze. "I think you should tell this guy how you feel." You smile looking up at him. "Oh really?"

"Yeah I think maybe this guy likes you too." Itadori says pretending to think about it. You laugh, "ok maybe i should." A few moments go by where the two of you don't say anything. You break the silence.

"Hey Yu?" He hums at you in acknowledgement. "I have to confess something." You say. "Yeah?" Itadori responds. "You're the guy I have a crush on." You sit up to look up at him. You suppress the laugh when you see the fake shocked look on his face.

"What?" He softly shouts. "Y/n! I have a crush on you too!" Your boyfriend exclaims excitedly giving you a big hug. You cant help but laugh at his antics giving him a kiss on his cheek. "I love you Yuji," the man beams at you. "I love you too."

Extra~~~~~

"You two are the most disgusting idiots ive ever had the displeasure of existing around." The snarky words come from your boyfriends cheek where you had just given a kiss. "Oh go fuck yourself sukuna." You retort. "I can't you guys are too fucking sappy."

Itadori blushes and slaps a hand over the side of his face effectively covering the little eye slit and mouth. "Sorry about hi," your boyfriend says slightly embarrassed at your moment being interuppted by the curse.

That's why you find yourself walking down a dark hallway lined in unnatural and mysterious vines, an unusual pinkish-red fog clouding your vision and filling your nose with a sweet scent. You continue to walk deeper and deeper down the never ending hall, the vines getting larger and more common among the walls before eventually covering them entirely.

Your head starts to spin, feeling more uneasy by the second. You tried to run back down the hall, but like a nightmare you've had before, you couldn't. Barely managing to slowly stumble down the hall before a vine snakes up your leg, snapping quickly as it drags you completely down the hall, throwing you into a confined room with vines slithering all around you.

Snapping out of the trance you got pulled in, you regained your focus on the new problem in front of you, a large flower-like curse with eyes, and sharp razor like teeth and thorns adorning it.

Large vines fly at you as you barely manage to jump out of the way, running up to the curse as you attack it. It seemed like an impossible task, the curses vines following your every move, making you quickly jump place to place. Eventually, through continuous attacks, and vines cut off, you managed to finally get the curse weak enough for you to easily destroy it with your cursed energy.

You walk up to the near dead curse, unworried as you prepared your cursed technique. Just as you were about to strike the final blow, the curse shook it's petals wildly. The petals faded into a pink smoke that filled the room and clouded you senses.

You immediately cover your mouth and nose before quickly taking care of the curse. Unfortunately, and rather unusually, the curses smoke seemed to slowly disappear, taking it's time burning your lungs until the final cloud of it disappeared along with all of the vines in the building.

You felt so weird..

You immediately called for an assistant and car to your location, having them drive you back to the school where you hoped you could have Shoko help you before you settled in your dorm.

"sorry, I can't really help with stuff like that.. I don't know what kind of effect it has on your body, so I don't want to give you medicine that makes it worse, and my reverse cursed technique really only helps for more physical issues.. all I can say is maybe sleep it off while we have someone investigate the scene to figure out what affected you. And hopefully I can help you out more tomorrow."

You groaned, feeling yourself getting lightheaded, heat tingling in the pit of your stomach. You slipped off the chair, accepting defeat and your started walking back to your dorm.

Before you could exit Shoko's office, Yuji barged in quickly, his face coated in concern.

"baby? Are you okay? I heard something happened to you on your mission i-"

"Yuji? Yuji, I'm okay just.. can you help me to my dorm? I can't-walk"

of course, like the great boyfriend he is, he helps you to your dorm, waits respectfully as you change into something more comfortable, and then tends to your every need. You told him about this immense feeling of heat, and oblivious, he brings you an ice pack. Yuji slides next to you on your bed, putting on one of your favorite movies as he wraps his arm around you--This has become the usual routine for you both whenever you or Yuji come back from a hard mission.

As more time passed with Yuji's body laying close to yours, fitting perfectly like a puzzle, the familiarness of this heat crept up into your mind, and no matter how hard you tried to avoid the realization, using every excuse you could for yourself, at some point you had to admit to yourself.. you were just horny.

It was so weird, though, to think that a curse that has now been long defeated, could have such lasting effects on you. Especially one as unique as this. Things like this weren't unheard of, curses having abilities to make you dizzy, sick, or even put you to sleep were totally a thing that many sorcerers encounter. But something like this? Something almost like an aphrodisiac? That's when it gets weird.

You rubbed your thighs together, almost microscopically, in an attempt to calm down while making sure Yuji didn't catch on, but it worked against you, only making the heat rise to your cheeks and making your face pink as you got more flustered. You felt as if all of your sense suddenly heightened. You felt more conscious about the way Yuji's arm was wrapped around you, more aware of the lingering scent Yuji's cologne had, and you swear you could hear Yuji's soft, subtle breathing ten times more than a couple of minutes before.

Every sense you had went on overdrive, and you swore that if you sat next to Yuji for one more minute, you would go feral.

"Babe, are you okay? do you feel sick?"

Yuji's soft, concerned voice cut through your thoughts, bringing you back to reality.

"Yea-yeah. I'm fine, just.. still feeling- weird.."

You cleared your throat, and looked away from Yuji's soft tender eyes, looking at you like a sad puppy looks at its owner. And just ugh- the way he looked so awfully concerned, it was almost lewdly pathetic to you, and you just wanted to-

"Baby, are you sure your okay? You're breathing a bit heavy, and you're squirming like your uncomfy.."

Yuji raises his hand to your forehead to check your temperature before sliding it down to cup your cheek. His touch felt as if it had sent waves of electric shocks down your spine, and you let out a shaky sigh as you leaned into his touch.

"Doesn't feel like a fever.."

You smile lovingly at your oblivious boyfriend, reaching a hand up to grasp his.

"No- Yuji, its not a fever.. its.. something else entirely."

"oh.. well then maybe I can help you feel better?"

Your chest tightens up as Yuji speaks. He wasn't wrong, per se, but you two hadn't really gotten that far in the relationship, truth be told, you hadn't really gone that far with anyone, ever. Only going as far as maybe a few heated makeout sessions with Yuji here and there.. Even then, the scenario that was popping up into your head was extremely enticing.. BUT, the key factor would now be if Yuji would be up for it.. and also if you could actually go through with it..

"well.. you could but.. I dunno.."

your breath was shaky as you trembled over your words, biting the inside of your cheek in thought.

"You can ask me anything baby! its what I'm here for, to take care of you and whatever you might need me to do."

You choked on your breath, your cheeks turning pink as you got flustered. You stayed silent , thinking about your options, before settling on a compromise- let Yuji decide where it goes!

"I'm just- can we just.. kiss? a little bit? i missed you.. a lot.."

your voice was low, barely above a whisper as your fingers fidgeted with each other nervously. You heard Yji clear his throat, catching your attention as you looked up to a now very pink, and very flustered, Yuji.

"i- yeah.. i mean..Not like i would ever want to say no to that!"

Yuji smiles at you as one of his hand slides down to grip your waist, the other still cupping your cheek as he leans in, lips meeting yours as he slowly started to kiss you. you leaned into his touch, and you felt as if your body was on fire. You kissed him back, with slightly more fervor, uttering the smallest hum of satisfaction. Yuji's grip on you grew slightly tighter, as he pulled you closer, practically making you climb on top of him.

Yuji was turned to you, and you practically had to lean over him to actually kiss him. A very uncomfortable and unsatisfactory position, so you-slightly conscious of your actions- climbed on top of his lap, straddling him as one of your hands found itself gripping his shirt, and the other cupping his jaw. Yuji's hands moved down to grasp at your waist, and you could feel his hands trembling ever so slightly, mimicking his shaky breath.

"fuck- baby... i-"

Yuji mumbles followed by a soft groan. You pull away, worried he may be uncomfortable. Your eyes meet his, and for a second, the only ting that can be heard in the room is both of your labored and heavy breaths.

"oh- sorry, I didn't- I didn't mean to.."

you scramble a bit, your shaky knees lifting to try and get off of him, but to you surprise, Yuji's grip on you tightens.

"no wait- Please.."

Yuji leans up into you, Kissing you more passionately than before. The surprise of his actions rips a soft gasp from your throat, and like a blessing to your ears, you hear a soft groan from Yuji. The kiss deepens as clashing lips turn into clashing tongues, soft groans and sighs filling the room.

Your bodies press impossibly closer, and you end up fully seated on Yuji's lap. Testing the waters, you 'adjust' your position ever so slightly, and you can hear Yuji's sharp moan as one of his hands slides down to grip your thigh.

"o-oh- please.. baby, can you do that again f'me?"

Yuji breathes heavily between every word, his voice barely there. You look at his face, and he looks absolutely ruined- wet, puffy lips parted as he gasps for air, the slightest sheen of sweat from the air deprivation, hair absolutely disheveled, the most flushed cheeks, and the glossy, pleading eyes, begging you to please move.

You reach up to cusp his cheek, your thumb gliding under his bottom lip to clean up a small line spit that once connected you both, cautiously shifting again on Yuji's lap, pressing down softly.

his reaction? Heavenly.

he shuts his eyes and tips his head back ever so slightly, Adams apple bobbing as the smallest moan leaves his parted lips.

after getting confirmation that this is totally what he wants- considering his reaction as enough confirmation- you slowly start to move in his lap again, shifting your hips forward, then back, in a repeated motion, building pressure and speed as your confidence grows.

Yuji's soft groans and sighs eventually turn into moans, trembling hands griping your thighs as he guides your waist, mimicking the way he'd guide you into riding him.

you could slowly feel him growing harder underneath you, the thin fabric of his boxers and shorts doing nothing to prevent the way you could feel him; every ridge, vein, and curve alike.

The pressure built up even quicker for you, the extra sensitivity you felt at the moment serving to bring more pleasure each time you moved on top of him. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second, panties clinging to your damp folds. And, considering the slowly growing wet patch on Yuji's shorts, you could tell he felt the same pleasure you did.

You looked up at Yuji, soft whines and moans leaving your lips, and you could only describe him as mesmerized. Completely captured and trapped by the way your hips moved in a rhythmic motion. small curses fell from his lips as one of his hands caresses up and down your thigh, going up to your waist as he looks at you with pleading eyes, almost begging for permission to go further.

You look back at him, a small whine and nod being all the confirmation Yuji needed before his hand slid up and underneath your shirt, cupping your breast for a few seconds, squeezing your breast ever so slightly before teasingly pinching your nipple through the soft fabric of your bra.

After one particularly hard push of your hips, Yuji's hand flies back down to your thigh, squeezing it for dear life as he lets out a loud moan- one that causes you to slap a hand over his mouth for fear of somebody hearing you.

"Fuck- baby, your gonna make me-"

Yuji's words get caught in his throat as he looks away flustered..

"i jus' want to make sure I can make you feel good before I ..finish.."

Yuji's cheeks get impossibly darker as you smile through heavy breaths.

"well, what did you have in mind?"

your slide your fingers through Yuji's now messy hair, sweat running down the side of his face as he looks at you with lovingly lidded eyes.

"do you trust me?"

Your positions end up flipped, you now underneath Yuji as he slowly begins to take off your shirt, placing small kisses down your neck. His hands roam your body before finding their spots on your thighs as he slowly spreads your legs, watching your face through every movement he makes. He slowly slides your pants off, and tosses them to the side.

Similarly, in an effort to make sure you weren't the only one basically naked, he takes off his own shirt and shorts. Once he finishes taking off his shorts, you see a large wet patch of his boxers clinging to him, and god- he is huge.

You lay there shocked, soaking in the realization that, one of these days- and considering how far this escalated, very soon- you're going to have to find a way to fit that monster inside of you..

Yuji catches the way your eyes drift down and widen, he looks flustered and glances away for a second and stutters out an apology.

"sorry.. if- well if its not how you..expected.. it to be?"

You stutter for a second, your words getting stuck in your throat as you shake your head.

"No! thats- not what i mean.. its just..to put it frankly, your huge.."

Yuji clears his throat, and you swear you could almost see his smiling. He shuffles closer to you, slotting himself between your legs as his hands slowly move down your stomach, just barely stopping at the hem of your panties. One of his hands moves to one of your thighs, spreading it further as the other hand slides over your clothed cunt.

Yuji was not experienced. at all. But, he was after all, a boy, so its not like he didn't watch this sort of stuff on his own time, not to mention he slowly realized- over the growing number of heated make-out sessions- that he would need to do his own research on how to properly please you when the time came.. and that was now.

his thumb slowly circled over your clit, teasing it through the now damp piece of fabric. confidence growing with each moan and whine that fell from your lips, he stopped and slowly led his fingers to drag the last piece of fabric covering you from his eyes off.

the cold air and embarrassment hit you like a truck with your extra sensitivity. Even Yuji's awe struck stare sent shivers down your spine.

Yuji's thumb slowly crept back to your clit, rubbing it slowly before picking up a steadier pace. After a couple seconds, and making sure you were ready, Yuji inserted one of his fingers, the foreign, yet pleasurable feeling, making you gasp. He pumped his finger in and out of you a few times before inserting another one, curling them until he found just the right spot that made you moan so loud you had to bite the back of your fist.

The room filled with your muffled moans, Yuji's heavy breaths, and the wet sounds of your cunt. Yuji's pace sped up, his thumb circling your clit in rhythm with his fingers as he used his other hand to palm himself through his boxers. his heavy breaths and moans mixed with yours felt like listening to the sounds of heaven, and the sigh in front of you was something you could never forget. You felt that familiar coil in your stomach tighten, your thighs instinctively trying to close, wrapping your legs around Yuji's waist. And, by the loud, needier moans coming from Yuji's throat, you could tell he was just as close as you.

"F-fuck babe- you're so gorgeous, so p-pretty all f'me. I'm so close, so..close."

and only a few moments later, you cold feel yourself snap, that waterfall of pleasure washing over you as you arched into Yuji, whose movements were stuttering like the moans that came from him, the wet patch on his boxers growing as he came.

After cleaning up, you and Yuji laid next to each other in your bed, basking in each other company as Yuji hugged you from behind, slowly falling asleep. Your eyes grew heavy as well, sleep calling your name as you finally felt sane and normal again.

just as you closed your eyes, a buzz from your phone woke you up. Even though Yuji was asleep, he still had an iron grip on you, so you had to stretch to grab your phone, glancing at the notifications

- 1 New Text From: Shoko - < Hey, investigators just texted me saying that the curse might have had an effect same as an aphrodisiac. I made you something that will help if you come pick it up.

You stared at the text, and almost laughed as you texted back.

Hi! thanks, but i already got it taken care of :) > *Shoko Thumbs Upped Your message*

A/N- dudeeee this is my first time doing anything remotely close to nsfw.. maybe i shouldve started off with something tamer.. BUT WHATEVER! im throwing thi thing out into the world. not proofread, and done at 3am, so who KNOWS how many typos there is in here.

(sorry abt that btw)

That's why you find yourself walking down a dark hallway lined in unnatural and mysterious vines, an unusual pinkish-red fog clouding your vision and filling your nose with a sweet scent. You continue to walk deeper and deeper down the never ending hall, the vines getting larger and more common among the walls before eventually covering them entirely.

Your head starts to spin, feeling more uneasy by the second. You tried to run back down the hall, but like a nightmare you've had before, you couldn't. Barely managing to slowly stumble down the hall before a vine snakes up your leg, snapping quickly as it drags you completely down the hall, throwing you into a confined room with vines slithering all around you.

Snapping out of the trance you got pulled in, you regained your focus on the new problem in front of you, a large flower-like curse with eyes, and sharp razor like teeth and thorns adorning it.

Large vines fly at you as you barely manage to jump out of the way, running up to the curse as you attack it. It seemed like an impossible task, the curses vines following your every move, making you quickly jump place to place. Eventually, through continuous attacks, and vines cut off, you managed to finally get the curse weak enough for you to easily destroy it with your cursed energy.

You walk up to the near dead curse, unworried as you prepared your cursed technique. Just as you were about to strike the final blow, the curse shook it's petals wildly. The petals faded into a pink smoke that filled the room and clouded you senses.

You immediately cover your mouth and nose before quickly taking care of the curse. Unfortunately, and rather unusually, the curses smoke seemed to slowly disappear, taking it's time burning your lungs until the final cloud of it disappeared along with all of the vines in the building.

You felt so weird..

You immediately called for an assistant and car to your location, having them drive you back to the school where you hoped you could have Shoko help you before you settled in your dorm.

"sorry, I can't really help with stuff like that.. I don't know what kind of effect it has on your body, so I don't want to give you medicine that makes it worse, and my reverse cursed technique really only helps for more physical issues.. all I can say is maybe sleep it off while we have someone investigate the scene to figure out what affected you. And hopefully I can help you out more tomorrow."

You groaned, feeling yourself getting lightheaded, heat tingling in the pit of your stomach. You slipped off the chair, accepting defeat and your started walking back to your dorm.

Before you could exit Shoko's office, Yuji barged in quickly, his face coated in concern.

"baby? Are you okay? I heard something happened to you on your mission i-"

"Yuji? Yuji, I'm okay just.. can you help me to my dorm? I can't-walk"

of course, like the great boyfriend he is, he helps you to your dorm, waits respectfully as you change into something more comfortable, and then tends to your every need. You told him about this immense feeling of heat, and oblivious, he brings you an ice pack. Yuji slides next to you on your bed, putting on one of your favorite movies as he wraps his arm around you--This has become the usual routine for you both whenever you or Yuji come back from a hard mission.

As more time passed with Yuji's body laying close to yours, fitting perfectly like a puzzle, the familiarness of this heat crept up into your mind, and no matter how hard you tried to avoid the realization, using every excuse you could for yourself, at some point you had to admit to yourself.. you were just horny.

It was so weird, though, to think that a curse that has now been long defeated, could have such lasting effects on you. Especially one as unique as this. Things like this weren't unheard of, curses having abilities to make you dizzy, sick, or even put you to sleep were totally a thing that many sorcerers encounter. But something like this? Something almost like an aphrodisiac? That's when it gets weird.

You rubbed your thighs together, almost microscopically, in an attempt to calm down while making sure Yuji didn't catch on, but it worked against you, only making the heat rise to your cheeks and making your face pink as you got more flustered. You felt as if all of your sense suddenly heightened. You felt more conscious about the way Yuji's arm was wrapped around you, more aware of the lingering scent Yuji's cologne had, and you swear you could hear Yuji's soft, subtle breathing ten times more than a couple of minutes before.

Every sense you had went on overdrive, and you swore that if you sat next to Yuji for one more minute, you would go feral.

"Babe, are you okay? do you feel sick?"

Yuji's soft, concerned voice cut through your thoughts, bringing you back to reality.

"Yea-yeah. I'm fine, just.. still feeling- weird.."

You cleared your throat, and looked away from Yuji's soft tender eyes, looking at you like a sad puppy looks at its owner. And just ugh- the way he looked so awfully concerned, it was almost lewdly pathetic to you, and you just wanted to-

"Baby, are you sure your okay? You're breathing a bit heavy, and you're squirming like your uncomfy.."

Yuji raises his hand to your forehead to check your temperature before sliding it down to cup your cheek. His touch felt as if it had sent waves of electric shocks down your spine, and you let out a shaky sigh as you leaned into his touch.

"Doesn't feel like a fever.."

You smile lovingly at your oblivious boyfriend, reaching a hand up to grasp his.

"No- Yuji, its not a fever.. its.. something else entirely."

"oh.. well then maybe I can help you feel better?"

Your chest tightens up as Yuji speaks. He wasn't wrong, per se, but you two hadn't really gotten that far in the relationship, truth be told, you hadn't really gone that far with anyone, ever. Only going as far as maybe a few heated makeout sessions with Yuji here and there.. Even then, the scenario that was popping up into your head was extremely enticing.. BUT, the key factor would now be if Yuji would be up for it.. and also if you could actually go through with it..

"well.. you could but.. I dunno.."

your breath was shaky as you trembled over your words, biting the inside of your cheek in thought.

"You can ask me anything baby! its what I'm here for, to take care of you and whatever you might need me to do."

You choked on your breath, your cheeks turning pink as you got flustered. You stayed silent , thinking about your options, before settling on a compromise- let Yuji decide where it goes!

"I'm just- can we just.. kiss? a little bit? i missed you.. a lot.."

your voice was low, barely above a whisper as your fingers fidgeted with each other nervously. You heard Yji clear his throat, catching your attention as you looked up to a now very pink, and very flustered, Yuji.

"i- yeah.. i mean..Not like i would ever want to say no to that!"

Yuji smiles at you as one of his hand slides down to grip your waist, the other still cupping your cheek as he leans in, lips meeting yours as he slowly started to kiss you. you leaned into his touch, and you felt as if your body was on fire. You kissed him back, with slightly more fervor, uttering the smallest hum of satisfaction. Yuji's grip on you grew slightly tighter, as he pulled you closer, practically making you climb on top of him.

Yuji was turned to you, and you practically had to lean over him to actually kiss him. A very uncomfortable and unsatisfactory position, so you-slightly conscious of your actions- climbed on top of his lap, straddling him as one of your hands found itself gripping his shirt, and the other cupping his jaw. Yuji's hands moved down to grasp at your waist, and you could feel his hands trembling ever so slightly, mimicking his shaky breath.

"fuck- baby... i-"

Yuji mumbles followed by a soft groan. You pull away, worried he may be uncomfortable. Your eyes meet his, and for a second, the only ting that can be heard in the room is both of your labored and heavy breaths.

"oh- sorry, I didn't- I didn't mean to.."

you scramble a bit, your shaky knees lifting to try and get off of him, but to you surprise, Yuji's grip on you tightens.

"no wait- Please.."

Yuji leans up into you, Kissing you more passionately than before. The surprise of his actions rips a soft gasp from your throat, and like a blessing to your ears, you hear a soft groan from Yuji. The kiss deepens as clashing lips turn into clashing tongues, soft groans and sighs filling the room.

Your bodies press impossibly closer, and you end up fully seated on Yuji's lap. Testing the waters, you 'adjust' your position ever so slightly, and you can hear Yuji's sharp moan as one of his hands slides down to grip your thigh.

"o-oh- please.. baby, can you do that again f'me?"

Yuji breathes heavily between every word, his voice barely there. You look at his face, and he looks absolutely ruined- wet, puffy lips parted as he gasps for air, the slightest sheen of sweat from the air deprivation, hair absolutely disheveled, the most flushed cheeks, and the glossy, pleading eyes, begging you to please move.

You reach up to cusp his cheek, your thumb gliding under his bottom lip to clean up a small line spit that once connected you both, cautiously shifting again on Yuji's lap, pressing down softly.

his reaction? Heavenly.

he shuts his eyes and tips his head back ever so slightly, Adams apple bobbing as the smallest moan leaves his parted lips.

after getting confirmation that this is totally what he wants- considering his reaction as enough confirmation- you slowly start to move in his lap again, shifting your hips forward, then back, in a repeated motion, building pressure and speed as your confidence grows.

Yuji's soft groans and sighs eventually turn into moans, trembling hands griping your thighs as he guides your waist, mimicking the way he'd guide you into riding him.

you could slowly feel him growing harder underneath you, the thin fabric of his boxers and shorts doing nothing to prevent the way you could feel him; every ridge, vein, and curve alike.

The pressure built up even quicker for you, the extra sensitivity you felt at the moment serving to bring more pleasure each time you moved on top of him. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second, panties clinging to your damp folds. And, considering the slowly growing wet patch on Yuji's shorts, you could tell he felt the same pleasure you did.

You looked up at Yuji, soft whines and moans leaving your lips, and you could only describe him as mesmerized. Completely captured and trapped by the way your hips moved in a rhythmic motion. small curses fell from his lips as one of his hands caresses up and down your thigh, going up to your waist as he looks at you with pleading eyes, almost begging for permission to go further.

You look back at him, a small whine and nod being all the confirmation Yuji needed before his hand slid up and underneath your shirt, cupping your breast for a few seconds, squeezing your breast ever so slightly before teasingly pinching your nipple through the soft fabric of your bra.

After one particularly hard push of your hips, Yuji's hand flies back down to your thigh, squeezing it for dear life as he lets out a loud moan- one that causes you to slap a hand over his mouth for fear of somebody hearing you.

"Fuck- baby, your gonna make me-"

Yuji's words get caught in his throat as he looks away flustered..

"i jus' want to make sure I can make you feel good before I ..finish.."

Yuji's cheeks get impossibly darker as you smile through heavy breaths.

"well, what did you have in mind?"

your slide your fingers through Yuji's now messy hair, sweat running down the side of his face as he looks at you with lovingly lidded eyes.

"do you trust me?"

Your positions end up flipped, you now underneath Yuji as he slowly begins to take off your shirt, placing small kisses down your neck. His hands roam your body before finding their spots on your thighs as he slowly spreads your legs, watching your face through every movement he makes. He slowly slides your pants off, and tosses them to the side.

Similarly, in an effort to make sure you weren't the only one basically naked, he takes off his own shirt and shorts. Once he finishes taking off his shorts, you see a large wet patch of his boxers clinging to him, and god- he is huge.

You lay there shocked, soaking in the realization that, one of these days- and considering how far this escalated, very soon- you're going to have to find a way to fit that monster inside of you..

Yuji catches the way your eyes drift down and widen, he looks flustered and glances away for a second and stutters out an apology.

"sorry.. if- well if its not how you..expected.. it to be?"

You stutter for a second, your words getting stuck in your throat as you shake your head.

"No! thats- not what i mean.. its just..to put it frankly, your huge.."

Yuji clears his throat, and you swear you could almost see his smiling. He shuffles closer to you, slotting himself between your legs as his hands slowly move down your stomach, just barely stopping at the hem of your panties. One of his hands moves to one of your thighs, spreading it further as the other hand slides over your clothed cunt.

Yuji was not experienced. at all. But, he was after all, a boy, so its not like he didn't watch this sort of stuff on his own time, not to mention he slowly realized- over the growing number of heated make-out sessions- that he would need to do his own research on how to properly please you when the time came.. and that was now.

his thumb slowly circled over your clit, teasing it through the now damp piece of fabric. confidence growing with each moan and whine that fell from your lips, he stopped and slowly led his fingers to drag the last piece of fabric covering you from his eyes off.

the cold air and embarrassment hit you like a truck with your extra sensitivity. Even Yuji's awe struck stare sent shivers down your spine.

Yuji's thumb slowly crept back to your clit, rubbing it slowly before picking up a steadier pace. After a couple seconds, and making sure you were ready, Yuji inserted one of his fingers, the foreign, yet pleasurable feeling, making you gasp. He pumped his finger in and out of you a few times before inserting another one, curling them until he found just the right spot that made you moan so loud you had to bite the back of your fist.

The room filled with your muffled moans, Yuji's heavy breaths, and the wet sounds of your cunt. Yuji's pace sped up, his thumb circling your clit in rhythm with his fingers as he used his other hand to palm himself through his boxers. his heavy breaths and moans mixed with yours felt like listening to the sounds of heaven, and the sigh in front of you was something you could never forget. You felt that familiar coil in your stomach tighten, your thighs instinctively trying to close, wrapping your legs around Yuji's waist. And, by the loud, needier moans coming from Yuji's throat, you could tell he was just as close as you.

"F-fuck babe- you're so gorgeous, so p-pretty all f'me. I'm so close, so..close."

and only a few moments later, you cold feel yourself snap, that waterfall of pleasure washing over you as you arched into Yuji, whose movements were stuttering like the moans that came from him, the wet patch on his boxers growing as he came.

After cleaning up, you and Yuji laid next to each other in your bed, basking in each other company as Yuji hugged you from behind, slowly falling asleep. Your eyes grew heavy as well, sleep calling your name as you finally felt sane and normal again.

just as you closed your eyes, a buzz from your phone woke you up. Even though Yuji was asleep, he still had an iron grip on you, so you had to stretch to grab your phone, glancing at the notifications

- 1 New Text From: Shoko - < Hey, investigators just texted me saying that the curse might have had an effect same as an aphrodisiac. I made you something that will help if you come pick it up.

You stared at the text, and almost laughed as you texted back.

Hi! thanks, but i already got it taken care of :) > *Shoko Thumbs Upped Your message*

A/N- dudeeee this is my first time doing anything remotely close to nsfw.. maybe i shouldve started off with something tamer.. BUT WHATEVER! im throwing thi thing out into the world. not proofread, and done at 3am, so who KNOWS how many typos there is in here.

(sorry abt that btw)

That's why you find yourself walking down a dark hallway lined in unnatural and mysterious vines, an unusual pinkish-red fog clouding your vision and filling your nose with a sweet scent. You continue to walk deeper and deeper down the never ending hall, the vines getting larger and more common among the walls before eventually covering them entirely.

Your head starts to spin, feeling more uneasy by the second. You tried to run back down the hall, but like a nightmare you've had before, you couldn't. Barely managing to slowly stumble down the hall before a vine snakes up your leg, snapping quickly as it drags you completely down the hall, throwing you into a confined room with vines slithering all around you.

Snapping out of the trance you got pulled in, you regained your focus on the new problem in front of you, a large flower-like curse with eyes, and sharp razor like teeth and thorns adorning it.

Large vines fly at you as you barely manage to jump out of the way, running up to the curse as you attack it. It seemed like an impossible task, the curses vines following your every move, making you quickly jump place to place. Eventually, through continuous attacks, and vines cut off, you managed to finally get the curse weak enough for you to easily destroy it with your cursed energy.

You walk up to the near dead curse, unworried as you prepared your cursed technique. Just as you were about to strike the final blow, the curse shook it's petals wildly. The petals faded into a pink smoke that filled the room and clouded you senses.

You immediately cover your mouth and nose before quickly taking care of the curse. Unfortunately, and rather unusually, the curses smoke seemed to slowly disappear, taking it's time burning your lungs until the final cloud of it disappeared along with all of the vines in the building.

You felt so weird..

You immediately called for an assistant and car to your location, having them drive you back to the school where you hoped you could have Shoko help you before you settled in your dorm.

"sorry, I can't really help with stuff like that.. I don't know what kind of effect it has on your body, so I don't want to give you medicine that makes it worse, and my reverse cursed technique really only helps for more physical issues.. all I can say is maybe sleep it off while we have someone investigate the scene to figure out what affected you. And hopefully I can help you out more tomorrow."

You groaned, feeling yourself getting lightheaded, heat tingling in the pit of your stomach. You slipped off the chair, accepting defeat and your started walking back to your dorm.

Before you could exit Shoko's office, Yuji barged in quickly, his face coated in concern.

"baby? Are you okay? I heard something happened to you on your mission i-"

"Yuji? Yuji, I'm okay just.. can you help me to my dorm? I can't-walk"

of course, like the great boyfriend he is, he helps you to your dorm, waits respectfully as you change into something more comfortable, and then tends to your every need. You told him about this immense feeling of heat, and oblivious, he brings you an ice pack. Yuji slides next to you on your bed, putting on one of your favorite movies as he wraps his arm around you--This has become the usual routine for you both whenever you or Yuji come back from a hard mission.

As more time passed with Yuji's body laying close to yours, fitting perfectly like a puzzle, the familiarness of this heat crept up into your mind, and no matter how hard you tried to avoid the realization, using every excuse you could for yourself, at some point you had to admit to yourself.. you were just horny.

It was so weird, though, to think that a curse that has now been long defeated, could have such lasting effects on you. Especially one as unique as this. Things like this weren't unheard of, curses having abilities to make you dizzy, sick, or even put you to sleep were totally a thing that many sorcerers encounter. But something like this? Something almost like an aphrodisiac? That's when it gets weird.

You rubbed your thighs together, almost microscopically, in an attempt to calm down while making sure Yuji didn't catch on, but it worked against you, only making the heat rise to your cheeks and making your face pink as you got more flustered. You felt as if all of your sense suddenly heightened. You felt more conscious about the way Yuji's arm was wrapped around you, more aware of the lingering scent Yuji's cologne had, and you swear you could hear Yuji's soft, subtle breathing ten times more than a couple of minutes before.

Every sense you had went on overdrive, and you swore that if you sat next to Yuji for one more minute, you would go feral.

"Babe, are you okay? do you feel sick?"

Yuji's soft, concerned voice cut through your thoughts, bringing you back to reality.

"Yea-yeah. I'm fine, just.. still feeling- weird.."

You cleared your throat, and looked away from Yuji's soft tender eyes, looking at you like a sad puppy looks at its owner. And just ugh- the way he looked so awfully concerned, it was almost lewdly pathetic to you, and you just wanted to-

"Baby, are you sure your okay? You're breathing a bit heavy, and you're squirming like your uncomfy.."

Yuji raises his hand to your forehead to check your temperature before sliding it down to cup your cheek. His touch felt as if it had sent waves of electric shocks down your spine, and you let out a shaky sigh as you leaned into his touch.

"Doesn't feel like a fever.."

You smile lovingly at your oblivious boyfriend, reaching a hand up to grasp his.

"No- Yuji, its not a fever.. its.. something else entirely."

"oh.. well then maybe I can help you feel better?"

Your chest tightens up as Yuji speaks. He wasn't wrong, per se, but you two hadn't really gotten that far in the relationship, truth be told, you hadn't really gone that far with anyone, ever. Only going as far as maybe a few heated makeout sessions with Yuji here and there.. Even then, the scenario that was popping up into your head was extremely enticing.. BUT, the key factor would now be if Yuji would be up for it.. and also if you could actually go through with it..

"well.. you could but.. I dunno.."

your breath was shaky as you trembled over your words, biting the inside of your cheek in thought.

"You can ask me anything baby! its what I'm here for, to take care of you and whatever you might need me to do."

You choked on your breath, your cheeks turning pink as you got flustered. You stayed silent , thinking about your options, before settling on a compromise- let Yuji decide where it goes!

"I'm just- can we just.. kiss? a little bit? i missed you.. a lot.."

your voice was low, barely above a whisper as your fingers fidgeted with each other nervously. You heard Yji clear his throat, catching your attention as you looked up to a now very pink, and very flustered, Yuji.

"i- yeah.. i mean..Not like i would ever want to say no to that!"

Yuji smiles at you as one of his hand slides down to grip your waist, the other still cupping your cheek as he leans in, lips meeting yours as he slowly started to kiss you. you leaned into his touch, and you felt as if your body was on fire. You kissed him back, with slightly more fervor, uttering the smallest hum of satisfaction. Yuji's grip on you grew slightly tighter, as he pulled you closer, practically making you climb on top of him.

Yuji was turned to you, and you practically had to lean over him to actually kiss him. A very uncomfortable and unsatisfactory position, so you-slightly conscious of your actions- climbed on top of his lap, straddling him as one of your hands found itself gripping his shirt, and the other cupping his jaw. Yuji's hands moved down to grasp at your waist, and you could feel his hands trembling ever so slightly, mimicking his shaky breath.

"fuck- baby... i-"

Yuji mumbles followed by a soft groan. You pull away, worried he may be uncomfortable. Your eyes meet his, and for a second, the only ting that can be heard in the room is both of your labored and heavy breaths.

"oh- sorry, I didn't- I didn't mean to.."

you scramble a bit, your shaky knees lifting to try and get off of him, but to you surprise, Yuji's grip on you tightens.

"no wait- Please.."

Yuji leans up into you, Kissing you more passionately than before. The surprise of his actions rips a soft gasp from your throat, and like a blessing to your ears, you hear a soft groan from Yuji. The kiss deepens as clashing lips turn into clashing tongues, soft groans and sighs filling the room.

Your bodies press impossibly closer, and you end up fully seated on Yuji's lap. Testing the waters, you 'adjust' your position ever so slightly, and you can hear Yuji's sharp moan as one of his hands slides down to grip your thigh.

"o-oh- please.. baby, can you do that again f'me?"

Yuji breathes heavily between every word, his voice barely there. You look at his face, and he looks absolutely ruined- wet, puffy lips parted as he gasps for air, the slightest sheen of sweat from the air deprivation, hair absolutely disheveled, the most flushed cheeks, and the glossy, pleading eyes, begging you to please move.

You reach up to cusp his cheek, your thumb gliding under his bottom lip to clean up a small line spit that once connected you both, cautiously shifting again on Yuji's lap, pressing down softly.

his reaction? Heavenly.

he shuts his eyes and tips his head back ever so slightly, Adams apple bobbing as the smallest moan leaves his parted lips.

after getting confirmation that this is totally what he wants- considering his reaction as enough confirmation- you slowly start to move in his lap again, shifting your hips forward, then back, in a repeated motion, building pressure and speed as your confidence grows.

Yuji's soft groans and sighs eventually turn into moans, trembling hands griping your thighs as he guides your waist, mimicking the way he'd guide you into riding him.

you could slowly feel him growing harder underneath you, the thin fabric of his boxers and shorts doing nothing to prevent the way you could feel him; every ridge, vein, and curve alike.

The pressure built up even quicker for you, the extra sensitivity you felt at the moment serving to bring more pleasure each time you moved on top of him. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second, panties clinging to your damp folds. And, considering the slowly growing wet patch on Yuji's shorts, you could tell he felt the same pleasure you did.

You looked up at Yuji, soft whines and moans leaving your lips, and you could only describe him as mesmerized. Completely captured and trapped by the way your hips moved in a rhythmic motion. small curses fell from his lips as one of his hands caresses up and down your thigh, going up to your waist as he looks at you with pleading eyes, almost begging for permission to go further.

You look back at him, a small whine and nod being all the confirmation Yuji needed before his hand slid up and underneath your shirt, cupping your breast for a few seconds, squeezing your breast ever so slightly before teasingly pinching your nipple through the soft fabric of your bra.

After one particularly hard push of your hips, Yuji's hand flies back down to your thigh, squeezing it for dear life as he lets out a loud moan- one that causes you to slap a hand over his mouth for fear of somebody hearing you.

"Fuck- baby, your gonna make me-"

Yuji's words get caught in his throat as he looks away flustered..

"i jus' want to make sure I can make you feel good before I ..finish.."

Yuji's cheeks get impossibly darker as you smile through heavy breaths.

"well, what did you have in mind?"

your slide your fingers through Yuji's now messy hair, sweat running down the side of his face as he looks at you with lovingly lidded eyes.

"do you trust me?"

Your positions end up flipped, you now underneath Yuji as he slowly begins to take off your shirt, placing small kisses down your neck. His hands roam your body before finding their spots on your thighs as he slowly spreads your legs, watching your face through every movement he makes. He slowly slides your pants off, and tosses them to the side.

Similarly, in an effort to make sure you weren't the only one basically naked, he takes off his own shirt and shorts. Once he finishes taking off his shorts, you see a large wet patch of his boxers clinging to him, and god- he is huge.

You lay there shocked, soaking in the realization that, one of these days- and considering how far this escalated, very soon- you're going to have to find a way to fit that monster inside of you..

Yuji catches the way your eyes drift down and widen, he looks flustered and glances away for a second and stutters out an apology.

"sorry.. if- well if its not how you..expected.. it to be?"

You stutter for a second, your words getting stuck in your throat as you shake your head.

"No! thats- not what i mean.. its just..to put it frankly, your huge.."

Yuji clears his throat, and you swear you could almost see his smiling. He shuffles closer to you, slotting himself between your legs as his hands slowly move down your stomach, just barely stopping at the hem of your panties. One of his hands moves to one of your thighs, spreading it further as the other hand slides over your clothed cunt.

Yuji was not experienced. at all. But, he was after all, a boy, so its not like he didn't watch this sort of stuff on his own time, not to mention he slowly realized- over the growing number of heated make-out sessions- that he would need to do his own research on how to properly please you when the time came.. and that was now.

his thumb slowly circled over your clit, teasing it through the now damp piece of fabric. confidence growing with each moan and whine that fell from your lips, he stopped and slowly led his fingers to drag the last piece of fabric covering you from his eyes off.

the cold air and embarrassment hit you like a truck with your extra sensitivity. Even Yuji's awe struck stare sent shivers down your spine.

Yuji's thumb slowly crept back to your clit, rubbing it slowly before picking up a steadier pace. After a couple seconds, and making sure you were ready, Yuji inserted one of his fingers, the foreign, yet pleasurable feeling, making you gasp. He pumped his finger in and out of you a few times before inserting another one, curling them until he found just the right spot that made you moan so loud you had to bite the back of your fist.

The room filled with your muffled moans, Yuji's heavy breaths, and the wet sounds of your cunt. Yuji's pace sped up, his thumb circling your clit in rhythm with his fingers as he used his other hand to palm himself through his boxers. his heavy breaths and moans mixed with yours felt like listening to the sounds of heaven, and the sigh in front of you was something you could never forget. You felt that familiar coil in your stomach tighten, your thighs instinctively trying to close, wrapping your legs around Yuji's waist. And, by the loud, needier moans coming from Yuji's throat, you could tell he was just as close as you.

"F-fuck babe- you're so gorgeous, so p-pretty all f'me. I'm so close, so..close."

and only a few moments later, you cold feel yourself snap, that waterfall of pleasure washing over you as you arched into Yuji, whose movements were stuttering like the moans that came from him, the wet patch on his boxers growing as he came.

After cleaning up, you and Yuji laid next to each other in your bed, basking in each other company as Yuji hugged you from behind, slowly falling asleep. Your eyes grew heavy as well, sleep calling your name as you finally felt sane and normal again.

just as you closed your eyes, a buzz from your phone woke you up. Even though Yuji was asleep, he still had an iron grip on you, so you had to stretch to grab your phone, glancing at the notifications

- 1 New Text From: Shoko - < Hey, investigators just texted me saying that the curse might have had an effect same as an aphrodisiac. I made you something that will help if you come pick it up.

You stared at the text, and almost laughed as you texted back.

Hi! thanks, but i already got it taken care of :) > *Shoko Thumbs Upped Your message*

A/N- dudeeee this is my first time doing anything remotely close to nsfw.. maybe i shouldve started off with something tamer.. BUT WHATEVER! im throwing thi thing out into the world. not proofread, and done at 3am, so who KNOWS how many typos there is in here.

(sorry abt that btw)

That's why you find yourself walking down a dark hallway lined in unnatural and mysterious vines, an unusual pinkish-red fog clouding your vision and filling your nose with a sweet scent. You continue to walk deeper and deeper down the never ending hall, the vines getting larger and more common among the walls before eventually covering them entirely.

Your head starts to spin, feeling more uneasy by the second. You tried to run back down the hall, but like a nightmare you've had before, you couldn't. Barely managing to slowly stumble down the hall before a vine snakes up your leg, snapping quickly as it drags you completely down the hall, throwing you into a confined room with vines slithering all around you.

Snapping out of the trance you got pulled in, you regained your focus on the new problem in front of you, a large flower-like curse with eyes, and sharp razor like teeth and thorns adorning it.

Large vines fly at you as you barely manage to jump out of the way, running up to the curse as you attack it. It seemed like an impossible task, the curses vines following your every move, making you quickly jump place to place. Eventually, through continuous attacks, and vines cut off, you managed to finally get the curse weak enough for you to easily destroy it with your cursed energy.

You walk up to the near dead curse, unworried as you prepared your cursed technique. Just as you were about to strike the final blow, the curse shook it's petals wildly. The petals faded into a pink smoke that filled the room and clouded you senses.

You immediately cover your mouth and nose before quickly taking care of the curse. Unfortunately, and rather unusually, the curses smoke seemed to slowly disappear, taking it's time burning your lungs until the final cloud of it disappeared along with all of the vines in the building.

You felt so weird..

You immediately called for an assistant and car to your location, having them drive you back to the school where you hoped you could have Shoko help you before you settled in your dorm.

"sorry, I can't really help with stuff like that.. I don't know what kind of effect it has on your body, so I don't want to give you medicine that makes it worse, and my reverse cursed technique really only helps for more physical issues.. all I can say is maybe sleep it off while we have someone investigate the scene to figure out what affected you. And hopefully I can help you out more tomorrow."

You groaned, feeling yourself getting lightheaded, heat tingling in the pit of your stomach. You slipped off the chair, accepting defeat and your started walking back to your dorm.

Before you could exit Shoko's office, Yuji barged in quickly, his face coated in concern.

"baby? Are you okay? I heard something happened to you on your mission i-"

"Yuji? Yuji, I'm okay just.. can you help me to my dorm? I can't-walk"

of course, like the great boyfriend he is, he helps you to your dorm, waits respectfully as you change into something more comfortable, and then tends to your every need. You told him about this immense feeling of heat, and oblivious, he brings you an ice pack. Yuji slides next to you on your bed, putting on one of your favorite movies as he wraps his arm around you--This has become the usual routine for you both whenever you or Yuji come back from a hard mission.

As more time passed with Yuji's body laying close to yours, fitting perfectly like a puzzle, the familiarness of this heat crept up into your mind, and no matter how hard you tried to avoid the realization, using every excuse you could for yourself, at some point you had to admit to yourself.. you were just horny.

It was so weird, though, to think that a curse that has now been long defeated, could have such lasting effects on you. Especially one as unique as this. Things like this weren't unheard of, curses having abilities to make you dizzy, sick, or even put you to sleep were totally a thing that many sorcerers encounter. But something like this? Something almost like an aphrodisiac? That's when it gets weird.

You rubbed your thighs together, almost microscopically, in an attempt to calm down while making sure Yuji didn't catch on, but it worked against you, only making the heat rise to your cheeks and making your face pink as you got more flustered. You felt as if all of your sense suddenly heightened. You felt more conscious about the way Yuji's arm was wrapped around you, more aware of the lingering scent Yuji's cologne had, and you swear you could hear Yuji's soft, subtle breathing ten times more than a couple of minutes before.

Every sense you had went on overdrive, and you swore that if you sat next to Yuji for one more minute, you would go feral.

"Babe, are you okay? do you feel sick?"

Yuji's soft, concerned voice cut through your thoughts, bringing you back to reality.

"Yea-yeah. I'm fine, just.. still feeling- weird.."

You cleared your throat, and looked away from Yuji's soft tender eyes, looking at you like a sad puppy looks at its owner. And just ugh- the way he looked so awfully concerned, it was almost lewdly pathetic to you, and you just wanted to-

"Baby, are you sure your okay? You're breathing a bit heavy, and you're squirming like your uncomfy.."

Yuji raises his hand to your forehead to check your temperature before sliding it down to cup your cheek. His touch felt as if it had sent waves of electric shocks down your spine, and you let out a shaky sigh as you leaned into his touch.

"Doesn't feel like a fever.."

You smile lovingly at your oblivious boyfriend, reaching a hand up to grasp his.

"No- Yuji, its not a fever.. its.. something else entirely."

"oh.. well then maybe I can help you feel better?"

Your chest tightens up as Yuji speaks. He wasn't wrong, per se, but you two hadn't really gotten that far in the relationship, truth be told, you hadn't really gone that far with anyone, ever. Only going as far as maybe a few heated makeout sessions with Yuji here and there.. Even then, the scenario that was popping up into your head was extremely enticing.. BUT, the key factor would now be if Yuji would be up for it.. and also if you could actually go through with it..

"well.. you could but.. I dunno.."

your breath was shaky as you trembled over your words, biting the inside of your cheek in thought.

"You can ask me anything baby! its what I'm here for, to take care of you and whatever you might need me to do."

You choked on your breath, your cheeks turning pink as you got flustered. You stayed silent , thinking about your options, before settling on a compromise- let Yuji decide where it goes!

"I'm just- can we just.. kiss? a little bit? i missed you.. a lot.."

your voice was low, barely above a whisper as your fingers fidgeted with each other nervously. You heard Yji clear his throat, catching your attention as you looked up to a now very pink, and very flustered, Yuji.

"i- yeah.. i mean..Not like i would ever want to say no to that!"

Yuji smiles at you as one of his hand slides down to grip your waist, the other still cupping your cheek as he leans in, lips meeting yours as he slowly started to kiss you. you leaned into his touch, and you felt as if your body was on fire. You kissed him back, with slightly more fervor, uttering the smallest hum of satisfaction. Yuji's grip on you grew slightly tighter, as he pulled you closer, practically making you climb on top of him.

Yuji was turned to you, and you practically had to lean over him to actually kiss him. A very uncomfortable and unsatisfactory position, so you-slightly conscious of your actions- climbed on top of his lap, straddling him as one of your hands found itself gripping his shirt, and the other cupping his jaw. Yuji's hands moved down to grasp at your waist, and you could feel his hands trembling ever so slightly, mimicking his shaky breath.

"fuck- baby... i-"

Yuji mumbles followed by a soft groan. You pull away, worried he may be uncomfortable. Your eyes meet his, and for a second, the only ting that can be heard in the room is both of your labored and heavy breaths.

"oh- sorry, I didn't- I didn't mean to.."

you scramble a bit, your shaky knees lifting to try and get off of him, but to you surprise, Yuji's grip on you tightens.

"no wait- Please.."

Yuji leans up into you, Kissing you more passionately than before. The surprise of his actions rips a soft gasp from your throat, and like a blessing to your ears, you hear a soft groan from Yuji. The kiss deepens as clashing lips turn into clashing tongues, soft groans and sighs filling the room.

Your bodies press impossibly closer, and you end up fully seated on Yuji's lap. Testing the waters, you 'adjust' your position ever so slightly, and you can hear Yuji's sharp moan as one of his hands slides down to grip your thigh.

"o-oh- please.. baby, can you do that again f'me?"

Yuji breathes heavily between every word, his voice barely there. You look at his face, and he looks absolutely ruined- wet, puffy lips parted as he gasps for air, the slightest sheen of sweat from the air deprivation, hair absolutely disheveled, the most flushed cheeks, and the glossy, pleading eyes, begging you to please move.

You reach up to cusp his cheek, your thumb gliding under his bottom lip to clean up a small line spit that once connected you both, cautiously shifting again on Yuji's lap, pressing down softly.

his reaction? Heavenly.

he shuts his eyes and tips his head back ever so slightly, Adams apple bobbing as the smallest moan leaves his parted lips.

after getting confirmation that this is totally what he wants- considering his reaction as enough confirmation- you slowly start to move in his lap again, shifting your hips forward, then back, in a repeated motion, building pressure and speed as your confidence grows.

Yuji's soft groans and sighs eventually turn into moans, trembling hands griping your thighs as he guides your waist, mimicking the way he'd guide you into riding him.

you could slowly feel him growing harder underneath you, the thin fabric of his boxers and shorts doing nothing to prevent the way you could feel him; every ridge, vein, and curve alike.

The pressure built up even quicker for you, the extra sensitivity you felt at the moment serving to bring more pleasure each time you moved on top of him. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second, panties clinging to your damp folds. And, considering the slowly growing wet patch on Yuji's shorts, you could tell he felt the same pleasure you did.

You looked up at Yuji, soft whines and moans leaving your lips, and you could only describe him as mesmerized. Completely captured and trapped by the way your hips moved in a rhythmic motion. small curses fell from his lips as one of his hands caresses up and down your thigh, going up to your waist as he looks at you with pleading eyes, almost begging for permission to go further.

You look back at him, a small whine and nod being all the confirmation Yuji needed before his hand slid up and underneath your shirt, cupping your breast for a few seconds, squeezing your breast ever so slightly before teasingly pinching your nipple through the soft fabric of your bra.

After one particularly hard push of your hips, Yuji's hand flies back down to your thigh, squeezing it for dear life as he lets out a loud moan- one that causes you to slap a hand over his mouth for fear of somebody hearing you.

"Fuck- baby, your gonna make me-"

Yuji's words get caught in his throat as he looks away flustered..

"i jus' want to make sure I can make you feel good before I ..finish.."

Yuji's cheeks get impossibly darker as you smile through heavy breaths.

"well, what did you have in mind?"

your slide your fingers through Yuji's now messy hair, sweat running down the side of his face as he looks at you with lovingly lidded eyes.

"do you trust me?"

Your positions end up flipped, you now underneath Yuji as he slowly begins to take off your shirt, placing small kisses down your neck. His hands roam your body before finding their spots on your thighs as he slowly spreads your legs, watching your face through every movement he makes. He slowly slides your pants off, and tosses them to the side.

Similarly, in an effort to make sure you weren't the only one basically naked, he takes off his own shirt and shorts. Once he finishes taking off his shorts, you see a large wet patch of his boxers clinging to him, and god- he is huge.

You lay there shocked, soaking in the realization that, one of these days- and considering how far this escalated, very soon- you're going to have to find a way to fit that monster inside of you..

Yuji catches the way your eyes drift down and widen, he looks flustered and glances away for a second and stutters out an apology.

"sorry.. if- well if its not how you..expected.. it to be?"

You stutter for a second, your words getting stuck in your throat as you shake your head.

"No! thats- not what i mean.. its just..to put it frankly, your huge.."

Yuji clears his throat, and you swear you could almost see his smiling. He shuffles closer to you, slotting himself between your legs as his hands slowly move down your stomach, just barely stopping at the hem of your panties. One of his hands moves to one of your thighs, spreading it further as the other hand slides over your clothed cunt.

Yuji was not experienced. at all. But, he was after all, a boy, so its not like he didn't watch this sort of stuff on his own time, not to mention he slowly realized- over the growing number of heated make-out sessions- that he would need to do his own research on how to properly please you when the time came.. and that was now.

his thumb slowly circled over your clit, teasing it through the now damp piece of fabric. confidence growing with each moan and whine that fell from your lips, he stopped and slowly led his fingers to drag the last piece of fabric covering you from his eyes off.

the cold air and embarrassment hit you like a truck with your extra sensitivity. Even Yuji's awe struck stare sent shivers down your spine.

Yuji's thumb slowly crept back to your clit, rubbing it slowly before picking up a steadier pace. After a couple seconds, and making sure you were ready, Yuji inserted one of his fingers, the foreign, yet pleasurable feeling, making you gasp. He pumped his finger in and out of you a few times before inserting another one, curling them until he found just the right spot that made you moan so loud you had to bite the back of your fist.

The room filled with your muffled moans, Yuji's heavy breaths, and the wet sounds of your cunt. Yuji's pace sped up, his thumb circling your clit in rhythm with his fingers as he used his other hand to palm himself through his boxers. his heavy breaths and moans mixed with yours felt like listening to the sounds of heaven, and the sigh in front of you was something you could never forget. You felt that familiar coil in your stomach tighten, your thighs instinctively trying to close, wrapping your legs around Yuji's waist. And, by the loud, needier moans coming from Yuji's throat, you could tell he was just as close as you.

"F-fuck babe- you're so gorgeous, so p-pretty all f'me. I'm so close, so..close."

and only a few moments later, you cold feel yourself snap, that waterfall of pleasure washing over you as you arched into Yuji, whose movements were stuttering like the moans that came from him, the wet patch on his boxers growing as he came.

After cleaning up, you and Yuji laid next to each other in your bed, basking in each other company as Yuji hugged you from behind, slowly falling asleep. Your eyes grew heavy as well, sleep calling your name as you finally felt sane and normal again.

just as you closed your eyes, a buzz from your phone woke you up. Even though Yuji was asleep, he still had an iron grip on you, so you had to stretch to grab your phone, glancing at the notifications

- 1 New Text From: Shoko - < Hey, investigators just texted me saying that the curse might have had an effect same as an aphrodisiac. I made you something that will help if you come pick it up.

You stared at the text, and almost laughed as you texted back.

Hi! thanks, but i already got it taken care of :) > *Shoko Thumbs Upped Your message*

A/N- dudeeee this is my first time doing anything remotely close to nsfw.. maybe i shouldve started off with something tamer.. BUT WHATEVER! im throwing thi thing out into the world. not proofread, and done at 3am, so who KNOWS how many typos there is in here.

(sorry abt that btw)

Gunshots echoed, bullets ricocheting, and in the midst of this circus of a firework show, there Yuji was—dodging clattering cans, cartons, and cereal boxes he was trying to save.

“Okay, think, think—don’t die, don’t die.”

The robber, in his ridiculous ski mask, barreled through the aisles in his frantic craze with his crowbar. 

“Out of my way!” he shouted, knocking over another pyramid of canned chickpeas.

Yuji smirked.

Suddenly, a web shot out from his wrist, and the robber yelped as the strand snagged his ankle, tripping him into innocent chips. It’s almost pitiful as his arms flailed helplessly, packs crashing at the spectacle. With a grin, Yuji shot another string of white around the man’s torso.

“Relax! I’m the friendly neighbourhood jock—wait, superhero! Friendly neighbourhood superhero!”

Though the robber still spun in place, tumbling like a washing machine on spin cycle,

“You little—”

Yuji fired again, webbing his arms and yanking him upright,  

“Ohhh, you like being dramatic? We can do dramatic.”

Another around the legs, another around the torso, and suddenly the man found himself dangling midair like a piñata—arms pinned to his sides, legs stiff as broomsticks.

A jar of olives bounced off his head for emphasis.

“PUT ME DOWN! WHAT IS THIS—?!”

With a swing from the shelf, Yuji landed with flair, crouching on a layered stack of cereal boxes as he grinned in amusement.

“Relax, dude. You’re… uh… artfully suspended. Also, please stop moving, you’re making me dizzy.”

To his dismay, the robber still gyrated, knocking over carts and cans skittering across like tiny rockets. Thankfully, Yuji ducked just in time. With a sigh, he simply shot another web again.

“Hold still! Or I swear, I’ll—wait, nope, I’m not threatening you. I’m… just trying to help! With style!”

So, fast-forward to now, and really, it’s just another Tuesday in 2010s New York.

“The main cultural differences shape America in—”

“Hey! Can you let me down already?!”

Yuji, eyes squinted, snaps his head toward the man, coins jingling from his pockets. But he isn’t frowning at the robber… He just can’t read his notebook properly, especially with the thin fabric over his eyes. Each word is blurred into hazy smudges of grey.

Sometimes, Yuji Itadori doesn’t mind being the centre of attention.

Not when he's wearing the tight red-and-blue jumpsuit Nobara had stitched for him, seams puckered in all her nagging perfection.

Not when Megumi’s tech—definitely not borrowed, not stolen from his lab—glimmers faintly at his wrists.

And not when local news crews are scrambling to post grainy cellphone footage online, captions labelled with ridiculous, corny hashtags like #NYCSpidey, #OvercaffeinatedAcrobat, and #UnmaskThisGuy.

As soon as his last lecture of the day ends, he pulls down the mask, slips into the famous suit, and swings through the empire city that never sleeps.

He’s not Yuji Itadori anymore. He’s Spider-Man.

But tonight, though, he has an even greater problem than petty robberies and saving cats in trees. He has college.

“Dude, can you keep it down? I have an assignment due tomorrow and I’m stuck here babysitting you—”

Police sirens wail in the distance, cutting him off. And underneath his mask, he simply smirks, snapping his notebook shut as red and blue sweep across the graffiti‑scrawled walls.

“Aaand that’s my cue.”

With a flick of his wrist, the man is left gaping, flailing uselessly as Yuji leaps from the ledge. 

The moon hangs low and full tonight. In the midst of its glow, he arcs over streets, headlights glinting like glass, weaving in between scaffolding poles. Trash swirls in the gusts around him, while the faint scent of damp concrete lingers as he glides past flickering streetlamps.

The grids of blocks lie dark, the breeze sharp, yet every window glimmers with golden light; they’re constellations scattered across the city that guide him home.

Even if what he does is nowhere near world-changing, he’s always reminded that the city is full of life, narratives. Every window, every golden light that spills through each pane of glass, hides a story—a heartbeat—and that fact alone is enough to lessen the weight of his double life just a bit.

As always, while swinging past, his gaze skims the streets, searching through the blur of headlights and shadows. He finds you like clockwork. Trudging home, arms full of groceries: a paper bag with lettuce, a baguette tucked under your arm, and vegetables brimming atop. You’re humming a song from your dangling earbuds, oblivious to the world around you.

He doesn’t mean to stare, but when you live in the same flat, coming home at the same time he clocks out from patrol… well, it’s only natural he makes sure his crush roommate gets home safe, too, right?

“I wonder what she’s making tonight…” he mutters.

With one soft push, he slips his window open and dives back inside.

The wooden floor doesn’t even creak under his landing, and the globe lamp atop his desk glows like a dim moon over scattered paper. He passes sticky notes plastered across his wall, zipping out his suit and tossing his book onto the bed. Stepping out, he flicks on the hallway lights—and it isn’t long before he hears the usual. 

Your keys, the gentle click of the lock, and the first step you take inside, wrapped in the flat’s cosy warmth.

“Welcome back!” Yuji beams, hair tousled.

You nod back with a smile, shutting the door behind as you toe off your shoes. As you set the bag of groceries onto the kitchen island, you give him a smug smirk,

“Did you just wake up?”

His eyes dart away, guilty, all while he rubs the back of his neck. A sheepish chuckle escapes.

“...Maybe?”

You raise an eyebrow, sighing as he pulls a chair from the island. 

Ever since you moved in together with your childhood friend, you’ve learned three things about him: he eats terribly, naps like a cat, and will stare at you from the corner of the room with glassy, desperate eyes if he ever smells food.

And whether he admits it or not, you know when to drag him by the wrist, plop him down in front of a bowl, and pour him something warm. You’ve done it since high school. You’re still doing it now.

Sure, he’s stubborn, but so are you, and tonight is no different.

“I’m just making some simple tomato soup,” you say, spreading the groceries across the counter.

The city skyline glitters faintly from behind him, setting aglow the twinkling fascination in his golden eyes.

“Because you—” you tap his forehead with a finger, nudging him back, “are finishing your presentation script tonight. And I’m helping you with it.”

His eyes widen. 

“What?! How do you know about that?”

“If I have to hear Megumi complain one more time about you cramming your share of the load,” you groan, washing the vegetables, “I might start seeing both of you in my dreams.”

“Oops…” Yuji whistles, caught red-handed.

In the corner of your eye, you see him drift over as you slice the tomatoes.

“Can I help you cook then? Y’know… as repayment?” 

You nearly slice the tip of your finger at the audacity, but his hands, as usual, catch your wrist before anything disastrous happens.

“You?”

You turn to look at him, his smile as bright as ever.

“The last time you offered, everything tasted bland.”

He pouts under your gaze—lips pursed, brows scrunched.

“I’ll never learn if I don’t try...”

A beat passes.

You sigh in resignation, and that’s all he needs. Yuji’s already pumping his fists triumphantly in the air, snatching the spare apron hanging off the oven handle.

“Let’s goooo!” he cheers.

You giggle at his flippant victory cry, but you don’t notice how his gaze lingers on you in the soft golden kitchen light—the curve of your eyes, the bloom of your cheeks. He’s taller than you, so it goes unnoticed, hidden in the shadow between you.

“And this time, don’t forget the salt,” you tease, stepping toward the pot.

“Yeah, yeah—oh! Put on that Cowboy Bebop opening. It’s been stuck in my head all day.”

You frown, eyeing the tiny apron stretched ridiculously over his frame. Your thumb’s already swiping across your battered iPhone 4, searching. When the first chord blasts, Yuji just stares.

“Based on how you’re holding that knife,” you chortle, “this feels more fitting.”

“…You think I’m gonna break into kung-fu fighting?!”

You shrug mockingly, moving to boil the water as he sputters just beside you. And it isn’t long before the kitchen settles into a cosy rhythm—the chop of vegetables, the hiss of butter, the soft swirl of simmering broth—and of course, your constant two-minute interval scoldings.

“W–Why are the tomatoes diced like that?”

“I—I swear someone did this on Hell’s Kitchen last night—”

“I told you a little oil. Why is the pan half full?!”

“Uh…”

“I’m monitoring what kind of weird cooking shows you’re watching from now on.”

The soup’s fragrance fills the room—sun-ripe tomatoes, roasted garlic, and basil blooming bright with butter. It smells like warmth, like home, and the little life you’ve carved out together. Even Yuji stops mid-chop, knife still hovering in the air, just to inhale.

“Here you go,” you say, sliding the bowl toward him.

He drops into his chair—shoulders rolling, a quiet sigh slipping past his lips. He thinks you don’t notice, but his fingers are still faintly red around the knuckles. The moment his eyes land on the bowl, something bright flickers in him.

The soup glows a deep orange-red, thick and velvety, droplets of olive oil shimmering across its sheen like tiny flecks of gold. Steam curls upward, brushing his cheeks, and in the dead of winter, the warmth blooms against him like late summer. Softening the night sky, brightening it like morning light.

When he takes the first spoonful, his eyes go wide.

Silence hangs in the room, but he just sets the spoon down gently, shoulders dropping another inch. He takes another bite, slower, and holds it in on his tongue. Under the table, his foot taps out its usual restless beat to a steady rhythm.

You have no idea what kind of day he’s had to be this hungry.

You don’t see the scuff on the side of his shoe, from where he landed too fast on the rooftop across the street. Or the tiny tear at the hem of his sleeve, where something sharp grazed him. Or the way he’d winced when you turned away earlier, instantly straightening as if nothing had happened.

All you see is Yuji—sunshine, sweetness—devouring the soup as if it’s literally saving him. You quietly rest your chin in your hands, grinning while he inhales spoonful after spoonful, like it’s the single greatest thing he’s tasted all week.

“Is it good?” you coo.

He nods so fast his hair bounces, and a smear of soup ends up on the corner of his lip. He doesn’t notice, but you do, and you’re giggling before you can stop yourself.

You turn toward the window, watching the city smear into streaks of gold and red, and in that split second, he lifts his gaze, eyes catching on you. His spoon pauses halfway to his mouth, suspended in midair, forgotten for the still of a heartbeat.

The moment his eyes land on you, his breath stumbles, chest rising too quickly in the quiet.

Goosebumps prick along his arms, and this time, it isn’t from the danger his sixth sense is warning him of. It’s from the way the skyline burns in your eyes, as if every light in New York decided to gather just to admire you with him.

He catches the soft amber strokes on your cheeks as your small smile curls like cotton-soft warmth—and underneath the dim neon glow, you look too gentle for the shadows, too bright for the night. For a breathless moment, he wants to steal you away. To borrow you from the world, and keep this evening tucked somewhere only for the two of you.

“...Let’s go see something.”

The words slip out before he can catch them.

You blink up at him, and the room instantly falls away, softened to all but a hush of the world.

“What?”

He’s already getting up from his seat, draping his jacket over your shoulders as he takes your bowl. He reaches out your hand, and after a few seconds, you finally cave in. Leading you to the window, he pushes it open to the rushing cold air.

“What are you—”

“Trust me.”

He steps onto the fire escape’s metal platform. You hesitate for only a heartbeat, then follow, fingertips brushing the cold iron railing. Halfway up, he glances back at you, and his smile spills across the dim rooftop glow. Brighter than Manhattan’s windows, brighter than the neon signs, and even more so than the giddiness in your chest.

Your heart stutters for a bit.

The hum of traffic drifts up from below, weaving through the gaps in the grating, and when you reach the rooftop, the wind tugs at your clothes, ruffling hair and jacket alike. Stretched beneath you was the entire glitter of New York ahead, a glowing chaos of gold veins and shadows.

You suck in a breath, clutching Yuji’s jacket tighter around your shoulders.

“...It’s beautiful,” you whisper.

He doesn’t look at the shimmering skyline, but only at you. The spark in your eyes catching the glint of distant lights. Sitting down, he pats away the dust beside him, pulling you down to follow him. You plop yourself down, knees brushing.

“Right? When things are heavy, I like to sit and just watch the lights from above.”

Giggling, you take the warm bowl from his hands, the heat spreading through your fingers and mingling with the steam curling like tiny ghosts between you.

“I didn’t know you were also a rooftop climber.”

He flinches slightly, but you don’t notice, lost as you are in the flickering tapestry of lights and the comforting weight of his jacket draped around your shoulders.

“...Thanks,” you murmur.

He tilts his head to your voice, and his smile blooms like a lantern in the cold fluorescent glow of the city. He notices the dark circles under your eyes, the slump of your shoulders while cooking, and the faint, heavy sighs. Time hangs between you, quiet. 

“Is it because of your mother?” 

He doesn’t mean to pry. He simply waits, patient and quiet.

Years ago, when he was fourteen and the weight of the world had abandoned him to debt and despair, it was you who had pulled him into the light.

You, who had brought him home, were pleading with your parents to let him stay, working alongside him through three jobs, shielding him from bullies, and carving out space for him in a world that had none.

And it wasn't because of pity—it was simply because it was right.

And that small, steady truth had been more than enough for him to realise, walking home together one evening, that life without you was unthinkable. Impossible.

But ever since that incident, Yuji spends his nights differently now, wondering if he even still has the right to be sitting next to you. Perhaps that’s why he’s swinging across buildings now, a distraction to the ache he can’t name. The tugging knot of fear that writhes from his core.

“Mm… same old,” you murmur, eyes drifting to the golden veins of streets below, lids heavy.

“You know I’m always here for you, right?” 

You shift your gaze toward him. His brows crease, jaw tight, lips parted, as if he’s waiting for a question you’ve buried too deep to speak. Yet your hands move betrayingly, fingers brushing against his, seeking him out over the coarse, cold brick beneath you.

He threads his fingers through yours with an ease so natural, it terrifies you. A knot coils low in your stomach, tightening with every heartbeat, your hand trembling beneath the gentle heat of his.

The wind tugs at your hair, lights flickering beyond the skyline like tiny stars. Amidst the faint hum of traffic and the electric scent of the city, each glow pulses, just like the racing of your heart.

You can feel it, the quiet certainty in his touch. You know he means it. You really do.

But even so, your lips betray you. They tremble against a single word, from the weight of too many nights spent replaying every thought, every fear.

“...Thanks.”

A fragile whisper, soft as paper, heavy as stone.

Somewhere far below, a taxi honks. Somewhere far above, a neon sign blinks. But in between both, it’s just the two of you. And even with all the uncertainty, the nights, and the unspoken truths that linger between breaths, you settle.

This litany of quiet is enough.

It’s eleven o'clock out, the sun is stupidly bright, and you want to die. Like—crawl six feet under and stay burrowed in there—die. 

“See you tomorrow!” the woman calls as you leave, a paper bag of tangerines digging into your fingers.

You flash her a beaming smile, hiding your soul-rotting exhaustion. The door’s jingle follows you onto the bustling sidewalk.

New York is already in full chaos mode. Yellow cabs are barking at each other, crowds are shoving downstream like human traffic jams, and tourists are wrestling with crumpled city maps like they’re cursed.

When you glance up, you see the usual pigeons parading shop awnings, lined like entitled landlords. Scaffolding poles crisscross above you, towering between skyscrapers, and your earphones dangle uselessly around your neck.

No song is strong enough to fight the throbbing migraine pulsing behind your eyes, and it’s probably because you were up until 5:00 a.m. helping Yuji.

The memory punches you in the brain.

“Why the hell is it blank?” you’d blurted—because how else were you supposed to react to that monstrosity?

You were both on the living room carpet, his laptop glowing tragically atop the coffee table. Yuji jerked his head toward you, scandalised.

“Um, no? There’s the title slide, the body slide, and the bullet points. It’s got everything it needs.”

You didn’t need a degree to see all the ways that was a crime, and maybe you’re just a saint—that’s what he thinks—but you were already storming into your room, grabbing your laptop.

“Okay, you—” you pointed at him, “write your script. I’m fixing your slides.”

His eyes widened, watching as you flipped open your laptop, copied the link, and sent it over.

“We’ll revise the whole thing on four, and—”

Bla bla bla… your words were already blurring into the mindless static of Yuji’s head. In that deserted hollowness of a brain, there was just awe.

The way your focus sharpened, the way your brows pinched, the way you sank into a task like the world around you melted away… it was the same look you’d had four years prior.

When both of you still worked for some cramped, greasy kitchen in Queens—and then, he’d been elbow‑deep in suds, wrist aching, sweat sticking his bangs to his forehead.

Suddenly, you burst through the door.

“What the—” Yuji had jumped, nearly dropping a plate.

You didn’t even flinch at his shock. You were already rolling up your sleeves, sweeping half his stack of dirty dishes into your arms.

“No wonder you’re coming home at ten every day,” you muttered, scrubbing. “I asked the manager how many extra shifts you took. Care to explain?”

Yuji immediately paused. Your eyes still stayed focused on your side of the sink, though. The plate in his hand, the steam, and the music drifting faintly from the restaurant’s old radio all seemed to stop.

“We need the money,” he said gently, the corner of his mouth tugging up in a hopeful smile. 

He reached to take the plate from you,

“Come on—hand it back. It’s my responsibility.”

Your grip didn’t budge. You just glared at him from under your lashes.

“We promised not to keep secrets from each other,” you murmured.

Silence fell. Only the muted hum of jazz seeped in from the dining area, trembling throughout the fragile string in the air.

Then you whispered, almost too quietly for him to hear.

“...I don’t want to stay home either.”

His chest tightened. You weren’t supposed to say that—you weren’t supposed to feel that kind of hurt, at least when he was by your side. 

Yuji opened his mouth. Closed it. But after a few moments of still silence, he dug his fingers into his palms.

“We’re moving out as soon as I get paid.”

Your head snapped toward him. And there it was—that boyish grin. The same one he’d given you at six years old on the playground, when he offered you half his juice box just after you scraped your knee.

“I checked our savings,” he said softly. “We’ll have enough by this month.”

Your lips parted. Your eyes widened. And when the realisation hit you, Yuji quickly stripped off his gloves and ruffled your hair with a warm, shaking laugh.

“New York, angel. New life.”

Your throat tightened. Your heart stopped.

And before you knew it, your eyes were already watery, tears brimming at the edge.

He had prayed to every God he knew to do anything, to never see you cry again. That if sadness ever had to choose, it would pick him, and not you.

So when your tears finally spilt under the cheap fluorescent lights, he didn’t hesitate. He simply pulled you in, arms wrapping around you as you clung to the back of his hoodie, shoulders shaking.

You choked on your own tears, finally surrendering to the dam of emotions you’d bottled all these years. He quietly kept his hold on you, whispering it again, breath warm against your ear.

New York. New life.

Flash forward four years—after the spider bite, after the powers, after the secrets that clawed at his nights—and some things never changed.

“Angel…” he murmured, stunned all over again.

Sure, he saved cats, strangers and entire banks on his better days, but it came at the cost of everything else.

His friends all think he’s unreliable, a dud, and weirdly bad at showing up—college deadlines slipped, plans fell apart, and every time the hairs on his arms stood up, that electric buzz tingling in his bones—he had to go. He just had to.

He knew what happened when he ignored it, and even in the darkest of nights, he still hears the crackle of fire from the apartment next door.

But you stayed.

You always stayed.

He wanted to hug you.

To kiss you.

To press his forehead to yours and promise that he’d protect you from everything—even himself.

But he swallowed it down, locked it away where it couldn’t slip out too easily.

And he just… smiled.

That boyish, earnest smile he never realises has the power to crumble all your walls.

Enough to also keep your whole world from collapsing. Enough to make you brave. Enough to make you trust him even when everything else in your life feels like it’s slipping between your fingers.

For as long as you can remember, it’s always felt like you and him against the world.

You know how he disappears every night, how he’s never on time for anything, how he comes back scraped or breathless or exhausted—but you never ask. You don’t pry. You don’t push.

Because Yuji is the one person you’d bend your whole life around if it meant easing his burdens. You trust him—you trust him in a way that terrifies you. You’ve known him long enough to understand the softness of his heart, the way he tries to carry everything alone, the way he refuses to let people worry for him.

And you know, deep down, that he’d never hurt anyone.

He’d never hurt you.

So you keep your silence with that one line he’s unknowingly drawn between you. 

Even when you feel his gaze lingering on you longer than it should.

Even when goosebumps rise along your arms in the soft, living warmth of the room.

Even when you ache to reach out, to cup his face, to ask him why it feels like something is always slipping away.

Neither of you speaks. Neither of you steps forward.

Your fingers twitch at your sides, his hands clench slightly at his thighs.

Even when this fragile string you’re threading so carefully on is the very thing hurting you both.

You’re slipping through the afternoon crowd like a loose page torn from a book, shoving past another tourist whose camera strap is swinging wildly. The air smells faintly of burnt bagels, exhaust, and wet asphalt from last night’s rain. Metal trash cans clatter in the wind, lids rattling against their rims, and somewhere above, the faint screech of the subway reverberates from the tracks overhead.

Footsteps echo around you, tyres hiss against the wet asphalt, yet even in this city that never sleeps, your thoughts drift as you shuffle through the bustle.

I wonder how Yuji’s presentation went?

Hopefully well. Otherwise, you’ll have to suffer through the hell of Megumi’s complaints for at least another month. 

You yawn, squinting as your vision blurs slightly against the harsh reflection of the rising sun on glass skyscrapers. The traffic light clicks, the pedestrians’ signal flipping to red, but suddenly, your eyes catch something else entirely.

Something small, trembling, utterly out of place in the chaos. A golden-furred bundle curled in the middle of the crossing. 

A puppy.

Your heart stutters.

Everyone sees it, yet no one moves. Cars keep rolling, and the pup curls in on itself, shaking so violently you can feel it even from the curb.

What the hell?

Your mind scatters in ten directions at once, tripping over every worst-case scenario. Logic screams, Don’t run into traffic, so you're forced to stand there—foot tapping, throat tight, breath trapped—waiting. As soon as the pedestrian light ticks green, your legs run before you can even think.

You sprint.

Your sneakers slap against the asphalt, the city blurring around you in a rush of horns and exhaust. With a quick drop of a crouch, breath heaving, you slowly stick out a hand for it to sniff, but it shrinks back, paws skittering against the cold pavement. 

It’s terrified. Of everything. The honks, the stomps, the chatter—New York’s roar is swallowing the tiny thing whole.

The pedestrian countdown crackles overhead, each tick like a punch to your ribs, and your heartbeat syncs with it—frantic, stuttering, racing.

“It’s okay, it’s okay…” you whisper.

But it’s not. Not even close.

You glance up.

Ten seconds left.

Fuck it.

You drop the paper bag. Tangerines scatter across the crosswalk, bumping under shoes, rolling into gutters as you sweep the trembling puppy into your arms. Its ribs flutter against your palms frantically. You whisper whatever calming nonsense you can manage—

HOOOONK.

The blare is so loud it splits your thoughts in half.

Before you even fully straighten, the world explodes into white behind your eyes. You snap your head toward the sound.

A truck is barreling toward you.

Too close.

Too fast.

Your entire body locks. There’s no time to run, no time to scream. The world narrows to the shadow swallowing you—

An arm suddenly clamps around your waist.

The ground vanishes, wind knifes past your ears. In a blink of an eye, you’re off the asphalt and slammed into the blur of motion. 

The city snaps back into focus just as your feet touch down on solid pavement, and right behind you,

“Whoa there—careful!”

You freeze, heart slamming into your ribs.

You know that voice. You’d know it in a thunderstorm, a blackout, a dream.

“Yu—”

But when you whirl around, ready to scream at him, you freeze. The person holding you isn’t Yuji.

It’s Spider-Man.

The spandex, the mask, and the red and blue in all its stupid glory—standing right in front of you, fingers still trembling slightly where they had been gripping your waist. He slowly lets go of it, watching as you spin to face him, face shaken. 

As more and more people start to crowd the two of you, they’re lifting phones, shouting.

It’s his voice. You know it.

But there’s also absolutely no way that Yuji Itadori—your perpetually late, starving, ghost of a roommate—is the same Spider-Man plastered all over the Daily Bugle every day, busy saving lives.

You swallow hard.

“…Thank you.”

He glances down, raising his knuckle for the shaking pup—and after a few sniffs, he boops its nose, its tail giving a tiny, shy wag. 

“What a cutie,” he says softly. “Is this yours?”

He knows the answer. He shouldn’t even be talking this much. But when you look up at him—stunned, scared, and shocked—he stays.

You pause for a moment, brain short-circuiting before shaking your head. 

He gestures gently.

“I can take him to a local shelter, if you want.”

What?

Your arms instinctively tighten around the pup, but after a few beats, the tension in your shoulders eases. With a hesitant nod, you slowly pass it over—and to your surprise, he holds the little thing way too gently, cradling it close to his chest.

Then, he asks,

“Do you want to come with us?”

Your head instantly perks up to him. 

He wants you to come… with him.

Your heart thuds against your ribs, the cluster of crowds sending your brain into cartwheels now. Your fists are still against his chest, clenched, and after a few beats, you nod once.

“...Please?” you add, voice barely above a whisper.

Something in him melts.

“Alright,” he murmurs, hooking an arm around your waist with the pup. “No tall skyscrapers this time, though. Gotta make sure I don’t scare the pup.”

Before you can even process what he’s saying, a white web shoots out from his wrist—

And you’re fucking airborne.

“AAAAA—!!”

You’re screaming as the wind whips across your face, the ground blurring beneath your feet.

One awning leads to another, gilding just above the traffic—and somehow, that makes it even more terrifying; you can see the cars, the flashing lights, the stunned pedestrians filming you as you pass.

You cling to him like your life depends on it, your yell trembling amidst the racing wind as your arms stay wrapped tight around his neck. Meanwhile, this idiot is laughing. Laughing. And even the puppy is having fun, tail wagging like a metronome of betrayal.

You swear you can even see his tail wagging as well, burrowing your face even deeper into his neck as you shut your eyes.

“WHAT THE HELL?!” you shout, voice cracking.

The idiot of a vigilante only laughs harder, grip still strong on your waist.

He doesn’t know how his heart nearly stopped when he saw you kneeling in front of the barreling truck. He doesn’t know how close he came to losing his mind. And he doesn’t know how many Gods he’d prayed for the shortest split second.

Every God, to reach you in time.

But he knows one thing:

You’re here, screaming—scared shitless, sure—but alive.

“Put me down, put me down, put me down!” You’re sobbing into his neck, eyes glued shut as the wind smacks the hair into your face. 

Finally, the world slows to a stop. He lands softly on the asphalt, and everything stills—all but your trembling breaths. Shallow, shaky, and way too embarrassingly loud in your own ears.

He leans in, voice low enough that only you can hear it through the muffled city noise.

“We’re here,” he whispers.

You refuse to move. Absolutely not.

Your face stays buried in the crook of his neck, arms locked tight, fingers curled stubbornly. He chuckles softly.

Cute.

The pup wiggles out from between you two, popping its head out. It yaps once, twice, and you slowly crack open one eye, hands weakly releasing their grip on his suit. A shaky breath leaves your lips as you finally peel yourself off him, stumbling back—only for him to catch you again by the elbow.

“And we haven’t even reached forty feet yet,” he teases, head tilted.

You glare weakly, voice hoarse.

“I am never doing that again.”

He doesn’t even need to say anything; you can feel the smug grin through the mask. 

With a soft spin on his heel, he steps past you toward a storefront wedged between two towering brick buildings. The sign above it is faded, chipped around the edges, and the door’s chime jingles as he slips inside with the puppy nestled in one arm.

You stand there in the midst of the pavement, though, heart still thundering, sneakers planted on solid ground, and even if you’ve touched the ground for at least a few minutes now, it feels like you’re still up there mid-swing.

The city moves like normal around you. Horns, footsteps, conversations—it all feels muted, stuffed cotton in your ears. You’re floating.

Absolutely floating.

A few moments later, and the chime rings again. He steps out… with the same puppy still in his arms. You blink as he gives a tiny shrug.

“Sooo… turns out they’re totally out of vacant spots right now.”

He glances at the pup, the critter innocently tilting its head. 

“I can swing to another one, maybe—”

“I’ll take him.”

The words leave your mouth before you even think them through, cutting through the fragile string of silence.

He looks at you, stunned. You’re taking it in?

Before he can say anything, you crouch immediately, scratching the puppy under the chin as it whines into your palm, tail flailing like a fuzzy little helicopter.

Sure, why not?

Maybe Yuji will finally start showing up more. Maybe he’ll actually help take care of it. Maybe—

“Uh—you sure?”

All the while, Yuji, as mentioned above, is panicking to death in his head. He’s not even there for half the night, how the hell is he gonna take care of it? But there’s you, of course, so it can’t be that bad, right?

“Mhm,” you nod, scooping the warm ball of golden fluff against your chest. “Look, it loves me already!”

You giggle as it barks happily, tiny paws scrambling at your collar as it leans up to lick your jaw. Warm little breaths puff against your skin, sunlight breaking through the thinning clouds overhead, catching on its fur and turning it into a tiny halo of honey-gold—soft enough to melt winter, blithe enough to quiet the city. 

He goes still. 

Of course, it loves you.

The breeze rolls by, threading through the loose strands of your hair, and he watches the sunlight kiss them the same way it kisses the dog’s fur, as if the two of you were made of the same warmth.

He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t need to. The tilt of his head, the stillness of his hands, the way he forgets about the crowd, the noise, the city—all of it betrays him.

You’re shining underneath the bleeding sun, laughing even with the trembling puppy in your arms, and for one still second, the weight of what almost happened hits him harder than any fall he’s taken tonight.

Harder than any punch, any rooftop landing, any sprint through the freezing wind.

And he knows it. He knows exactly what that ache is.

“Where do you live?” he asks, voice lower than before, too casual even to be casual.

Your gaze snaps to him. And the second you see the curve of his masked grin—smug, obvious, and entirely too proud of himself—your stomach sinks.

“So…” he drawls, head tilting. “Round two?”

You groan, clutching the dog a little tighter like it might suddenly save you.

“God, save me.”

“Roger that, Ma’am.”

You smack his arm. He laughs. 

And the sun, traitorous as ever, lights you up like something worth falling for.

The metal railing trembles as he steps onto your balcony, but unlike it, you don’t steady—not even after your sneakers touch the concrete. Your knees are still jelly, your stomach is still somewhere midair, and you’re pretty sure you’ll never get used to this.

Frankly, you’re praying you won’t ever have to.

Behind you, the sun melts into winter’s edge, streaking the clouds with bleeding crimson.

“Welcome home!”

“Thank you,” you breathe.

The golden pup squirms in your arms, and the moment you crack open the balcony door, it launches inside. You can’t help but laugh as it bounds across the living room, sniffing corners, trotting in frantic circles, all while its tail wags with a delirious joy only pure innocence can have. 

You’re tired—he can see it. The slope of your shoulders, the soft drag of your steps, the yawns you pretend are subtle. Even your laughter sounds like it’s holding up the walls of a crumbling day.

He leans against the railing behind you, watching with a chuckle, and he knows he shouldn’t linger, shouldn’t risk even this much, but it’s you. And tonight, for reasons he can’t name out loud, he wants to show you something special.

“Hey,” he calls softly, “ever wondered what it’s like sixty feet up?”

You turn. He stands there with his arms crossed, head tilted, grin smug enough to see even beneath the mask.

“You’re kidding.”

He shrugs.

“You look like you need a pick‑me‑up. And I think I know just the thing.”

Before you can argue, his hands are slipped around your waist already, like he’s done this a million times before.

And somehow, like your body recognises him from somewhere you can’t name, you don’t pull away. You only lift a brow, smirking.

“Literally?”

He huffs a boyish laugh and reaches past you to slide the balcony door shut. His gaze flickers to the puppy already curled on a cushion, drifting into a soft nap after its chaotic afternoon.

“The vet said he’s trained and vaccinated. So…” His voice dips, playful. “It wouldn’t hurt if I steal you for a few minutes, right?”.

You pretend to think about it.

“Maybe.”

Maybe.

Damn, if he didn’t have his stupid mask on, you’d see the way his whole face breaks into the most hopeless grin ever. God really does send his hardest missions to his strongest soldiers.

“Hang on tight.”

He doesn’t need to tell you twice. Your arms loop around his neck, and just as quickly as you can breathe, you’re suddenly up in the air—you still can’t help but scream at the sudden jump in height.

A strangled cry rips out of your throat as the city drops away beneath your feet. He’s still laughing at the ridiculousness of your reaction, and for once in both your lives, you’re screaming with the sort of freedom that only comes with the wish of a shooting star.

You definitely feel like one, too. 

Skyscrapers streak past, wind clawing at your clothes. Your face is buried in his shoulder—because looking down might as well kill you—but even through your terror, a traitorous warmth swells in your chest.

He hears every sound you make, every breathless scream, and he’s stupidly amused. Even when your eyes are screwed shut from how fucking terrifying this is.

Finally, he lands on what sounds like concrete with a soft thud, steadying you before your knees can give out. Your fingers are still clutched to his suit, but he pries them off gently, turning you around. 

You crack open one eye.

Then both.

And instantly, your breath catches.

The horizon is on fire.

The wild, bright yellow flame burns in the centre of the molten gold, every skyscraper splinting it in fractured sheets of amber and rose. And as it dips right across the water, your heart skips a beat, the sky bleeding with streaks of orange and bruised violet. Light scatters from the heavens, a shower that shimmers just across the horizon’s sea—a ramp of falling stars just for the two of you. 

“…It’s beautiful,” you whisper.

The same words you told him the first time he brought you to the rooftop. He remembers. God, he remembers everything. He turns his head.

The horizon is burning in the distance, but he doesn’t glance up. His gaze lingers on you, tracing the way the light brushes your hair, the tilt of your jaw, the slow inhale of your awe—and in that moment, the city, the sunset, the wind, nothing else exists.

You outshine every single drop of light in the bleeding sky, and he hates that he can’t even tell you.

Something in your chest loosens, then gives. For one strange, impossible moment, the pressure of everything—your deadlines, your rent, your exhaustion, the heaviness of simply existing—feels lighter.

You turn to him, smiling.

“Thank you.”

The sun flares behind you, painting you in gold, and he thinks helplessly that even this sunset pales beside you.

His heart punches against his ribs, hammering hard enough to bruise.

He keeps his hands in fists so you won’t see them shake, nails digging into his palms, trying to anchor himself.

Because if he doesn’t, he’ll do something reckless.

…Like pull his mask up and kiss you under a dying sun.

He jabs a gloved knuckle against the glass of Nobara’s bedroom window—once, twice, thrice—fast. Even muffled behind the mask, Nobara can recognise it anywhere. Especially when it’s coming from her window on the tenth fucking floor.

“Knock, knock! House of fabulous engineers and fashion icons! Hellooo?”

A muffled groan leaks from the glass.

The window slides open with a wet creak, and Nobara leans out—hair damp from a shower, hoodie half-zipped, face frowned. She’s literally one inconvenience away from shutting it on his fingers.

“What,” she deadpans, “the hell do you want?”

Yuji straightens proudly, chest puffing out. 

“Guess who just saved someone from a truck, carried them to a view that’d make Van Gogh rise from the grave, and completely turned their day around! And they don’t even know it was me!”

His words are tumbling over like runaway marbles, tripping out of his mouth in the sudden rush of excitement. Each breath fogs the inside of his mask, tiny clouds drifting up as he gestures wildly, eyes sparkling even behind the webbed veil.

From behind her, Megumi’s voice drifts, monotonous as ever.

“You look like a five-year-old who drank too much espresso.”

Yuji spins halfway, giving him a thumbs-up.

“And you built the tech that made that possible! So technically, I am a caffeinated genius who saves people, sooooo—you’re the genius behind the genius!”

“Obviously it’s about her,” Nobara says, arms crossed, one brow arched. “Why else knock on my window like some homicidal pigeon?”

Yuji grins boyishly beneath the mask, tilting his head.

“Because someone had to tell the people who made me this awesome that I did something awesome!”

He hops back onto the slick rooftop, landing with barely a splash. Rain glazes over the red and blue of his suit, gloves leaving faint smudges of rain, but he doesn’t care. He crouches—knees loose, fingers tapping, eyes flicking between Nobara and Megumi—and he rambles.

“You’d be so proud. I got her out of danger—like, barely-saw-my-life-flash-before-my-eyes danger—and she held onto me and we just… we ended up on this roof where the whole skyline looked like it was melting gold. And she laughed! And I—”

His hand stills over his heart.

Nobara squints at him, expression softening for half a second before she ruins it deliberately.

“You’re ridiculous. Just confess already.”

Yuji crouches lower, fists on his knees, eyes practically sparkling. The rain slides off his mask in thin streams, glossing over like small scattered stars. All the while, the skyline stretches behind him, windows blinking like constellations.

He’s glowing too, like he can’t hold all his giddiness inside.

Behind her, Megumi doesn’t move, but there’s a faint, reluctant curve tugging at the corner of his mouth. They’ve both seen this a million times.

Yuji, hopelessly in love. Yuji, trying not to be obvious. Yuji, failing.

But then, he thinks of you, back in your apartment, probably waiting for him with that puppy curled on your lap—probably wondering why he’s coming back late again.

His heart kicks.

Without warning, he shoots a web to the edge of the rooftop.

“Okay—gotta go—BYE!”

Before Nobara can yell, he launches himself into the storm-soaked night, flipping once, twice, and vanishing into the wind.

“YOU’LL HEAR ABOUT THIS TOMORROW, I SWEAR!” he hollers back, voice bouncing between the buildings.

Nobara sighs dramatically and shuts the window, all the while Megumi’s smirk survives exactly three seconds before he wipes it off.

As he disappears into the glittering darkness, the city continues to shine. But it’s obvious who he’s rushing home for, and somewhere below, the night hums with the secret only three people know:

Spider-Man Yuji Itadori is swinging through New York like a boy in love.

When Yuji comes back, he’s yelping in surprise when the little rascal of a pup rushes over to him. Its paws are already scattered across the wooden floor for a launched attack.

“What the—?!” 

He picks up the pup in his arms, snuggling into it as you appear from the corner of the hallway, snickering at the scene.

“Kiniro likes you already.”

It takes everything in him to bite back his laughter and act surprised. After all, he can’t quite literally tell you he was the one saving you both just earlier today, right?

“I didn’t know you brought back this little pup,” he giggles, letting it lick his face. “You even named him?”

You sigh, plopping yourself onto the carpet.

“He was in the middle of a pedestrian street. Thankfully, Spider-Man saved him.”

You pat your lap, Kiniro eagerly running straight back to you,

“The animal shelter was full, though, but I think we’re stable enough to afford just another pet, don’t you think?” 

Yuji’s already walking over to you, slinging his bag across the couch as he ruffles your hair.

“I can just pick up another job if you really want to.”

He doesn’t miss that you don’t include yourself in being saved, but he doesn’t nag. All that matters is you’re safe and sound, and with the arrival of little Kiniro, your grin seems just a tiny bit wider. 

“Ugh, you’re not even home half the time,” you groan, tugging him down to sit next to you, “Don’t.”

He smirks at your comment, simply shrugging.

“You would not believe my day, though,” he starts, running a hand through his hair.

“Coach made us do sprints at 8 a.m. Eight. A. M. The sun was barely awake. I was barely awake,” he plops himself down beside you.

“Then I had to do that boring presentation for Anthropology.”

You snort.

“What about it? Did you actually, I don’t know—not screw it up?”

“Ohhh, the presentation? Killed it. Destroyed it. Megumi totally knew you helped, too.”

You shake your head, smiling as he continues. With a soft sigh, you raise both hands behind you as you stretch out your sore arms.

“Thank God. We still need to go grocery shopping, though… We don’t have food for either him or us.”

“Do you want me to go?” 

You’re already getting up, though. 

“Nah, let’s go together, like usual.”

He smiles. Yeah. Like usual.

So flash forward now, one hour later—

He’s tossing all sorts of odd combinations into your trolley, and when he’s the one pushing it, that means you’re going to be barely stopping him from picking yet another pack of chips in the aisle beside.

Because, seriously, what kind of trolley has fruits, meat, chips and dog food all at once? Any other college student, he says. Well, you don’t complain further, because you’re already busy thinking about what to cook for dinner.

Metal shelves press together like metro train commuters, all the while humming coolers whisper across aisles—stacked with the classic 99¢ ramen, chips, and plastic-wrapped bagels. The overhead fluorescent lights buzz faintly amidst the static hiss of the radio’s pop song, always a little too bright, and it cuts through the shuffle of tired locals grabbing dinner after work.

Both of you pass each aisle, and when he reaches up just one more time, he says, for the latest bag of chips, you slap his hands away. He gives you a pout, but you shoot it back down, eyes still peeled ahead, while the trolley miserably follows behind now.

“So what’s on the menu, Chef?” Yuji asks, arms on the handle. 

“Japanese curry,” you hum back, already tossing the small sticks of chives into the trolley behind.

His eyes glisten at the thought of it, his mouth watering already. 

“You always make the best dinners.”

With a mere huff and the slightest curl of your lips, you refuse to turn back to face him. You can already feel the piercing stare of awe on your back, but it does little to keep the budding brim of pride at bay.

Because honestly speaking, that’s all you need.

When the tiny 2010s New York apartment smells like onions sizzling in butter—warm, sweet, it seeps both into the walls and your mind that you’re actually home.

The window above the stove rattles a little every time a subway roars somewhere underground, but inside, it’s just the two of you, moving around the cramped kitchen like you both have a hundred times.

“You’re cutting them too big,” you tease, nudging his elbow as he chops another carrot chunk.

“They’ll shrink in the pot!” he fires back, puffing his cheeks. “Plus, big pieces are funner to chew.”

“That’s not how carrots work.”

“Sure it is.”

You break into laughter, and he falters into the same grin behind his ever-so-bravado. 

Before you can turn back to the stove, his hands slip around your waist from behind, pulling you just close enough that your back warms against his chest. It’s second nature to him by now—but somehow, this time, his touch reminds you of someone else just earlier this afternoon.

“Hey—hey,” you giggle, trying to stir the pot while he sways you side to side, “I’m gonna spill the roux.”

“That’s the plan,” he murmurs, chin gently resting on your shoulder as he watches the stew bubble. 

“Teamwork, right? I’m moral support.”

“Moral support doesn’t usually involve hugging me every five seconds.”

He gives a soft, guilty hum.

“Hmm. Guess I’m extra supportive.”

Outside the window, the streetlights of early-night Manhattan cast a warm orange glow across the counter, mixing with the flicker of your old fluorescent kitchen light, and somewhere below, a taxi honks, someone yells. Your radio’s playing the classic pop songs on repeat rotation this week, and inside, tucked within the mellow warmth, there’s just the soft simmer of curry and the occasional clatter of utensils.

Yuji leans forward to peek into the pot, arms tightening around you as if he can’t help it.

“That smells so good,” he says, voice a little softer now.

You feel your cheeks warm more than the stove ever could, but you still shove him with your hip anyway.

“Then set the table, you sap.”

He laughs boyishly before finally letting go. Grabbing bowls, he’s humming off-key to the radio, and when you glance back at him, his sleeves are already rolled up. He plates the curry bubbling behind you, and the two of you settle snuggishly into the couch, blanket tossed over both of your legs.

As usual, Yuji sits close, stretching his arm along the backrest so that he can tug you closer whenever he feels like it. He’s already rambling off into the darkness, and long before you know it, you’re both talking over the show more than actually watching it.

“But, uh… lunch was good,” he adds quietly.

“Ate outside. Weather felt nice. I kinda wished you were there, though.”

He doesn’t look at you when he says it; Yuji seldom does things like this. He just rubs the back of his neck, cheeks burning pink.

“Y’know… campus stuff is better when you’re around,” he murmurs.

“Feels less like I’m just running around all day and more like…”

He pauses, searching for the word.

“…I’m just living day-to-day.”

You snort.

“You’re such a dork.”

“A dork who had a rough day,” he huffs, nudging your knee with his. 

You card your fingers through his soft pink hair despite yourself, and he melts instantly, like he’s been waiting all day for this. At some point, the warmth of the curry settles into your stomach, the weight of his arm drapes heavier against your shoulders, and your eyelids grow heavier with each second.

His heartbeat is steady, right under your ear, and beneath the warmth, you don’t even notice when your bowls slide onto the coffee table. You just fall asleep tucked into his side, wrapped in his hoodie and the low hum of the city outside the window.

He simply watches, and somewhere, underneath the warmth of the quiet, his hand stops just a beat from tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You don’t know how long you’ve slept, but when the sudden, distant siren of an ambulance cuts through the silence, you wake. The apartment’s dark except for the TV’s dim blue, and your head’s still snuggled against the couch cushion, but Yuji isn’t there.

His spot is still warm, yet the empty bowls are already in the sink.

“Yuji?” you whisper, sitting up as the floor creaks softly beneath your bare feet.

Silence echoes, and only the faint late-night wail follows through the room, the ticking of your clock.

It's dead midnight.

Outside your window, a breeze seeps softly from the fire escape. The curtains shift, and you turn to read the single sticky note pasted on the coffee table, scribbled in his ever-so messy handwriting:

“Sorry. Something came up. Didn’t wanna wake you.

Be back soon :)”

You run your thumb over the smiley face, feeling the echo of warmth where he’d been.

You don’t know why he disappears every night.

But for now, all you know is the apartment still smells like curry and him—and the couch feels just a little too big without his arms around your waist.

Dawn breaks as gold washes over the pavement, daylight spilling into the still-waking streets. You’re shuffling along beside Yuji, shoulders brushing now and then. In both your hands are cups of cocoa from the corner cart, each crowned with a swirl of whipped cream he swears is just “the best in the city.”

Steam lifts from the paper cup, curling into the damp morning air, all the while streets still glisten from last night’s rain, passing headlights shimmering in fractured streaks. Inhaling, the air smells of salt and roasted peanuts, tinged with the sweet bite of chestnuts toasting somewhere behind you.

“You’re going to burn your tongue if you sip that too fast,” you tease, nudging him lightly with your elbow.

He sticks his tongue out at you, laughing even harder when you snort back at him. You simply shake your head as he bumps your shoulder, grinning.

The crowd hums around you, a river of people rushing with purpose, but you walk slower than usual, matching his pace. His hair catches the sunlight in golden highlights, and as he turns to glance over at you, the corners of his mouth tilt when he notices you staring.

“And you’re gonna spill your drink if you keep staring,” he laughs, holding out his hand. 

You giggle, letting him grab your wrist gently, tugging you just slightly forward as you step over a puddle. His warmth lingers a second too long, and as the sun rises a little higher, he watches you sip from your cup—eyes soft and warm.

Kiniro’s barking as well, his leash wrapped just around Yuji’s knuckles. 

Yuji gives it a little tug, but for a split second, his shoulders tense. He’s distracted for a moment, silent. 

There’s a siren somewhere uptown. A horn blast. Something sharp flickers across his expression before he smooths it away.

You pretend not to notice. Instead, you just nudge your shoulder into his again.

“You okay?”

He grins.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.”

But his fingers tighten just slightly around your wrist.

You tilt your cocoa toward him.

“Trade?”

He huffs a relieved laugh.

“Fine, but only because I know mine has more whipped cream.”

You swap cups, and his shoulders loosen, the tension in his jaw melting away.

The warmth of the moment softens the city around you—right up until your phone buzzes. You glance down, frowning.

“Did you eat yet?” “Are you really out with him again?”

Your chest tightens. No matter how far you’ve moved, her messages still slice like winter wind. You shove the phone deeper into your pocket, just as Yuji starts rambling about some comic he swears he didn’t dream up. 

“Everything okay?” 

It’s his turn this time, unaware of the text buzzing under your coat. You nod in response, though, forcing a smile.

“Yeah… just distracted.”

He doesn’t probe, and you just follow him down a narrow side street, fire escapes shadowing over cracked sidewalks. The city hums with distant trains, honking taxis, and the usual rumble of early traffic. He twirls you once in the crosswalk, and for a brief moment, your worries fade. Laughter bubbles up easily, sunlight spilling through breaks in the buildings.

Everything is gold.

You don’t even pass five blocks before you hear the sudden strum of a guitar, faint from a musician tucked just beside a subway entrance, tin cup right at his feet. 

Yuji’s eyes sparkle instantly like a kid spotting magic.

“Dance battle?” he asks, grin stretching mischievously.

You nearly choke on your cocoa.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” He’s already bending his knees, taking a fighting stance. “You. Me. Right here. Winner gets bragging rights for life.”

You groan, trying to pull him away, but the way he bounces on the balls of his feet, the laughter in his voice, makes it impossible to resist.

And before you know it, both your cups are set on the window ledge just beside, and he’s twirling you gently in the middle of the sidewalk, weaving through the small cluster of pedestrians staring in a mix of confusion and amusement.

“Yuji! Stop, I’ll—” you squeal, laughing so hard your stomach hurts.

He only snorts harder, spinning you until your hair whips across your face and you bury your head against his shoulder.

“You’ve got moves,” he teases, voice softening. “Better than I thought.”

When the music shifts to a slower melody, he doesn’t let go. His grip on your waist pulls you closer, his forehead resting lightly against yours, eyes half-closed. The rest of the city fades, and in the midst of it, there’s only the pulse of your laughter, the warmth, and the soft brush of his breath against your cheek.

For a second, it feels like the world stopped just to let him hold you.

Everything melts away, and time stills.

Then—he freezes. The sparkle in his eyes dims.

“I—I gotta—” he starts, pulling back slightly, fingers brushing yours.

You frown, confused. This isn’t the first time he’s bailing midway, and suddenly, the warmth’s twisting with the usual tension.

“What?” Your voice cracks. “Where are you going?”

He bites his lip, hesitating.

“Something came up… I’ll be back as soon as I can. Promise.”

Before you can argue, he’s already turning, weaving through the crowd and quickly disappearing like he’s done so a hundred times. You watch, heart sinking, as the tide of bodies swallows him.

Your phone buzzes then—again—in your pocket.

Your stomach knots, all the while the sweetness of the morning is turning brittle at the edges. 

You frown at the screen, fingers trembling slightly—another message. 

You take a breath, lukewarm cocoa in your hand, and look back down the street where Yuji vanished.

For a heartbeat, the world was quiet.

Almost enough to drown out the buzzing phone. The crawling ache.

Almost.

The campus is loud as usual, and your bag is slung lazily over your shoulder. It’s field day, and Nobara’s perched by your side like a hawk.

Field day always turns the campus into a festive frenzy—music blasting, banners everywhere, and the smell of grass and sunscreen wafting with the crispy fry of food from student stalls. The sun’s golden light is just enough to dust everything with a warm edge, shedding the tiniest bit of warmth amidst the early winter, but your chest still feels tight, and every cheer from the bleachers is just another headache pulsing beneath the last.

Your fingers curl around your bag strap. 

“You better scream your lungs out for him,” she says, flipping her hair as the two of you shuffle through clusters of crazed students.

“He made me promise I’d drag you here even if you tried to run.”

You roll your eyes with a huff of disbelief, but still, your chest warms at the mention of him. In the midst of it, Nobara pauses.

“Hey, you okay, though?” she asks, nudging your side. “You’re quieter than usual.”

“I’m fine,” you say, forcing the words past the tightness in your throat. 

The football field is already swarmed by the time you reach it. Voices rise and fall like crashing waves, bleachers trembling under stampeding students trying to get good seats. You spot Megumi standing near the edge in all his emo glory, stretching like he’s prepping for a battlefield instead of just another friendly match.

He sighs when he spots you and Nobara, but you don’t miss how the corner of his mouth twitches just a bit upward.

“Told you she’d come,” Nobara smirks.

He mutters something along the lines of “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” but his eyes flick briefly toward the locker tunnel—where Yuji should be…

And right on cue, the man himself bursts out.

Yuji comes sprinting with his helmet in hand, hair ruffled, grin stretched wide enough to split galaxies. His jersey clings to his shoulders, the number glowing against the sunlight. He’s sprinting across the grass like his body was built for this—shining, bright, unstoppable. His hair catches the morning light like rose-gold flames, the soft pink of it glowing warm against his skin.

But he’s late again, and not just a little—ten minutes behind schedule. Yet no one seems to mind except you.

Your chest twists. The familiar pang rises again. 

The moment he notices you, he practically trips over his own feet from how fast his attention snaps your way.

“There you are!” he calls, waving the helmet wildly above his head.

Nobara snorts. “Lord, he’s so lovesick it physically hurts.”

You pretend not to hear her.

Yuji jogs up to the fence separating players from spectators, leaning against it with both forearms as if he can’t stop himself from getting closer. His breath comes out quickly from the run, but his grin is wide and bright.

“You made it,” he says too eagerly.

“We always make it,” you scoff, nudging your bag up your shoulder. “Don’t disappoint us.”

“Yes—yes, Ma’am,” he salutes, cheeks pink. “I’m gonna win extra hard now.”

Behind him, the team captain shouts his name. Megumi’s barking at him,

“If you miss the huddle again, I’m making you run laps.”

Yuji jumps, jolting upright.

“Coming!”

But before he turns, he reaches out—fingers brushing yours through the fence. Just a fleeting drag of warmth, but enough to leave your pulse scrambling.

“I’ll look for you after every play,” he says sheepishly. “So… don’t leave, okay?”

Nobara rolls her eyes so dramatically she might strain something. “He’s going to combust.”

You’re definitely not telling her you just might too.

Yuji runs back to his team, helmet tucked under his arm, shouting something stupidly upbeat that gets the whole bench laughing. The field hums with energy, sunlight bouncing off jerseys, the grass almost glittering.

The game commences.

And Yuji—it’s like he was born for this.

He’s fast. Focused. And ridiculously competent.

Every time he steals the ball, the crowd roars. Every time he dodges someone twice his size, Nobara shrieks. And when he scores—an impossible curve just inside the goalpost—he swings both arms up, searching the stands until he locks eyes with you.

He beams like you just handed him the universe.

And the whole world feels golden—sunlight, victory, thrill. Megumi is yelling instructions, Nobara’s screaming insults at the opponents, and Yuji’s just there in all of his radiant glory—shining without even trying.

It’s warm. It’s bright. It’s alive.

You’re cheering too, but your smile still falters, tight around the edges. Your fingers tighten around the edge of your bag strap.

But for now—

Yuji wins.

And he looks at you like you’re the reason he did.

He barely hears the final whistle over the roar of the crowd. One second, he’s sprinting across the field, cleats kicking up dust, teammates shouting his name—

And the next, he’s tearing off his helmet and running straight for you.

You barely get a sound out before he crashes into you—arms around your waist, lifting you clean off the ground in a dizzying spin. His laugh bursts warm against your neck, almost boyish in how free it is.

“You saw that, right? You saw that, right?” he breathes, grin blinding, forehead pressed to yours as if he needs proof—needs you—to make it real.

Nobara’s whooping behind you. Megumi’s pretending not to stare, and he’s shoving his hands in his pockets like he didn’t just sabotage two passes solely so Yuji could score. The field is a riot of noise—whistles, cheers, the brass band warming up again—but all of it blurs around him.

Yuji’s still holding you there, thumbs brushing your ribs. The pink of his hair, the warm brown of his eyes, the soft grin that always pulls at the corner of his mouth. His hair brushes your forehead when he leans in.

A voice cuts through the crowd.

“Congratulations, you all! What a play!”

It’s a senior guy from another team—someone charming, loud, the type Yuji knows people tend to gravitate to. He jogs past, tossing you a quick smile like it’s nothing.

“You were cheering SO loud,” he tells you, laughing. “Honestly, I think you were louder than the team.”

Yuji’s smile twitches.

The guy just continues, leaning in a bit too close,

“You coming to the afterparty? Nobara said you might—”

Yuji steps in without thinking, placing a hand on your back.

“Oh,” the guy says, blinking. “Hey, Itadori. Great game, man.”

“Thanks,” Yuji answers—but something in his eyes dims.

Nobara simply smirks with a cross of her arms.

His eyes flick back to you. Quick. Searching.

Did you smile back? Did you think the guy was cool? Did you—

Suddenly, the team crowds around him—slapping his back, grabbing his shoulders, shouting over each other, and you’re both separated from the wave of intrusion.

“You’re coming with us tonight, right?”

“Yo, we’re buying you dinner!”

“We’re gonna replay that touchdown like a hundred times—”

Yuji’s flustered, overwhelmed. His chest is heaving, and sweat trickles down his forehead. He doesn’t like the sudden attention, and he keeps looking back at you over their heads—checking, making sure you haven’t drifted away in the crowd, but he loses you just as quickly as they came.

Megumi sighs, nudging him.

“Go,” he mutters. “We’ll catch up.”

And that’s all he needs.

He practically breaks out of the huddle just to run over to you—soft murmurs of apologies as he bumps into someone else’s shoulder. 

Everything else is noise to him, and it isn’t long until he catches the familiar sight of the back of your head again.

He settles beside you, still breathless. His fingers hover, then hook lightly around your wrist, tugging you closer.

“You’re walking with me, right?” His voice drops.

“Please?”

Nobara wiggles her eyebrows.

“You two are disgusting,” she groans, then pats your shoulder.

“I’m getting drinks. Don’t do anything gross while I’m gone.”

She disappears. Megumi drifts off too, yelling something at a teammate.

And suddenly, it’s just you and him again.

The air is warm from the sun, the grass glittering with confetti. His hand is still curled around yours.

“I’m really glad you came, y’know.”

You smile softly.

“Of course I did.”

“And… that guy earlier,” he adds too casually, “Do you… know him?”

There it is—the tiny crack in his voice.

And something sinks in your stomach. You’re exhausted—raw beneath the skin. And you’re way too tired to explain the history he’s scarred you. Not today. Not after this win. Not when he’s glowing like a sun you don’t want to dim.

So you answer gently,

“Not really. Don’t worry about it.”

Yuji’s silent.

But you can feel the tension humming beneath his ribs as he tries to read your face. After a few steps, he murmurs, barely audible,

“Hey, so… did you really cheer that loud?”

You grin.

“Yeah. For you.”

“Then why do you look so tired?” he asks.

Your steps falter. “I’m fine.”

His brows pinch. He looks at you closely.

“You don’t have to say ‘fine’ just because you think it’s easier,” he says. “I can handle it. Whatever it is.”

But your mind is still tangled from the morning, from the noise, from everything you haven’t wanted to burden anyone with. You look away.

It should’ve been easy—Yuji’s arms around you, the campus buzzing with leftover cheers, Megumi shouting something smug in the distance, Nobara somewhere in the corner of your eye. Everything is loud, and warm, and safe.

But Yuji doesn’t see the phone screen still lighting up in your pocket.

He doesn’t notice how your fingers have been curling in on themselves, and suddenly, the sunlight feels too bright. Your pulse crawls up the back of your throat, and softly, without meaning to, you’re muttering under your breath.

“You’re not even here half the time. How are you gonna handle it?”

He catches it too, but he doesn’t say anything. You don’t even know he heard it.

He’s been either late or disappeared midway through the last three times you hung out. Last weekend, he ditched you mid-dance, and you told him it was fine—of course it was fine—it just stung more than you want to admit, and today, he barely made it to field day on time.

Something about helping someone, getting caught up, you weren’t even sure.

He’s always trying, always running. Always tired.

You don’t want to be another thing that drags him down.

“It’s nothing. You don’t have to worry about me today. You’ve got more important people to celebrate with.”

Yuji stops walking altogether. The shift is small—barely a misstep on the pavement—but it feels like the ground trembles.

“What?” he asks quietly.

“Everyone’s congratulating you. You should enjoy it. You don’t need to be glued to me.”

His face falls in slow motion.

“Is that… what you think? That I’m only here because I feel like I should be?”

You don’t answer fast enough, and your silence hurts him more than any shouted insult could’ve. The tension that holds in the air now is unbearable.

His face contorts into a frown.

“Seriously?” he murmurs. “I just ran straight to you after the biggest game of the semester, and you think I wouldn’t choose you?”

His voice wavers, and you quickly shake your head, tilting your head to look at him.

“Yuji, that’s not—”

“No, it’s okay,” he says, stepping back, eyes darting everywhere except your face. 

“Yuji—” His expression ruins you, and now, you wish more than anything but to take back your words.

He swallows hard.

“I get it."

There it is.

The crack in the glass. The place where he breaks. You reach out for him, but all he does is step away.

“You know I didn’t mean that, I was just tired—”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.

The cheering behind you erupts, but the world between you stills. The stadium burst into cheers for the next round of the competition, and his teammates are shouting his name, waving him over for the afterparty.

“Yuji! Let’s go!”

He hesitates.

Because he wants to stay, and you can see that. But still, he pulls his hand back.

“I’ll be right back, okay?” he says, smiling the way he always does—the one that makes your chest warm and ache and twist all at once. “Promise.”

You just… nod. It’s easier than saying you’re not sure you believe it anymore.

And even in the blinding afternoon sun, the warmth he leaves you with still feels cold.

The bleachers, the crowd, the pats on his back—they all drift into nothing.

Nothing matters.

Not when guilt claws at him with each step he takes further from you. He can’t stop himself, though.

He doesn’t deserve you, and even when he sees the faltering pain in your eyes, when it seems like he’s ripped your whole heart out, even when he didn’t mean to—

He should walk away from you.

You deserve better.

But when the hair on his skin stands, the jolt of every nerve in his system sparking up, the dread of what he’s always feared crawls back up into him.

He runs straight back to you.

You slowly step away from the crowd, letting the chatter fade into the background. The noise of the campus stadium and cheering grows distant, muffled, yet every step feels heavier than the last. Your bag drags against your shoulder, but truthfully, that’s not even what’s weighing you down.

Each breath catches in your chest as you walk through the shortcut through the science wing. Home. You just want to go home now.

The afternoon sun glares against the metal supports of the demo tents. You barely notice them. Instead, your mind is wrapped up in everything, and you hate that you even feel this way. Hate that even until now, every time you think you’ve grown to be logical enough, your heart always gets the better of you.

Your steps echo softly within the hollow of your mind, seconds stretching into minutes, minutes into hours. You don’t even know how long you’ve been walking. How far you’ve wandered. All you know is that you’re all alone—both literally and in your head.

A loud metallic groan rips through the air.

Suddenly, the metal pole just above the building snaps. There’s no thought, and only the sudden, sickening realisation that it’s coming down.

Oh.

You just stand there, memories flashing through your eyes in replay.

Yuji flashes through your eyes.

This is it—

But suddenly—all you see is a blur of red and blue.

Your chest slams against a familiar chest, and the world flips upside down for a heartbeat. Air screams past your ears. The pole crashes behind you, scattering debris, a deafening clatter that reverberates in your bones.

You gasp, clutching him, every nerve ending on fire. Pain lances through your arm where the pole grazed you, and your knee scrapes against the pavement as he manoeuvres you away. 

The wind tears at your hair, and even in the chaos, your mind reels. 

“You… you okay?” His voice is low, urgent, but behind the mask, it trembles.

It’s Spider-Man.

But you can’t answer. Your body shakes, each blink glowing hotter and hotter as the weight of everything finally crashes.

“I—I—” 

You can’t finish.

Your throat tightens, and you simply break in his arms. 

His grip tightens, swinging you back toward a safer alleyway, ignoring the chatter, the noise, and everything else.

“It’s okay… you’re okay. I’ve got you,” he whispers, and somewhere in the midst of it, his voice cracks.

“Hey, look at me. Just—just look at me,” he lowers himself beside you, knees hitting the cold concrete, his hands closing around yours with a trembling gentleness. 

You choke on a breath, shaking your head furiously, face buried in your arms.

“I can’t… I can’t—”

His voice softens, frays at the edges.

“Please. Breathe. Just breathe.”

The tears spill faster, hot and relentless. You’re folding in on yourself, small and shaken, and the words slip out in pieces you can’t hold back.

“I—Yuji… I can’t… I just…” Your voice quivers. “I don’t want to be a burden. I don’t want to—”

“You’re not!” he almost shouts, but it cracks, breaking down into a whisper.

“Do you hear me? Your life matters. It matters.” His breath trembles.

His hands cup your face now, fingers digging into the sides of your jaw as he kneels beside you.

“And if no one else can keep you safe, then I will. I will. So don’t ever—ever say that again.”

Your sobs shake all the way through you, and he pulls you into him, arms banding around your body, holding you. Even then, the panic still claws at your ribs. He presses his forehead to yours, his voice barely holding itself together.

“I’ve got you. Just… just trust me. Do you want to go home?”

You’re sobbing into his chest now. Your ribs are aching, your shoulders throbbing, and you’re stuttering in shallow gasps, yet somehow, with the last tiniest bit of strength left in you, you manage a nod.

His arms wrap around you again, lifting you gently. The wind roars past as he swings, your body cradled against his chest. The city blurs into streaks of silver and orange, but none of it grounds you. Everything still bites.

By the time he lands on your balcony, your legs buckle, and he sets you down with a quick turn away. Like he thinks he should leave. Like he thinks he’s the problem.

Your chest caves in.

“I can’t… I don’t—” you whisper, and then, with trembling fingers, you grasp his wrists. 

He freezes, panic flashing behind the mask.

You tug him down to your level, breath shaky, heart ricocheting against your ribs.

You look up at him, heart pounding so loudly you can barely hear the storm around you—and for the first time, Yuji wants nothing more than to rip off his mask. Right here. Right now.

Because trust has always felt like something he wasn’t allowed to have… yet here you are, the one constant in the chaos of his double life, holding onto him like he’s the only steady thing in your world.

The home he was never sure Yuji Itadori deserves, not when Spider-Man’s saving lives, all the while Yuji is running late for another hangout somewhere else.

The slope of his jaw beneath the mask, the shape of his shoulders beneath the soaked suit, the faint scent of detergent he always uses at home. You’re exhausted—tired of the uncertainty, tired of the guessing—everything about him feels almost too familiar.

It breaks something loose inside you.

“Yuji…?” 

Your voice is barely more than a breath, but to him, it lands even harder than lightning.

He freezes.

He doesn’t breathe, doesn’t even move a muscle.

Not even when your fingers slide to the edge of his mask, and in a heartbeat of terror and clarity, you pull it up. 

Your world stops.

The way his voice cracks in the exact shape of Yuji’s kindness, the way he whispers comfort with words only Yuji has ever spoken to you. The way he knows exactly how to hold you, just like Yuji did when you both danced in that one street.

And now, seeing him—wet-faced, trembling, eyes glassy with fear and relief—it hits you like a punch straight through the ribs.

“Y–You…” His voice breaks. “I’m sorry—I was going to tell you, I swear, I just—”

You don’t let him finish.

You lean in and kiss him. Desperate, shaking. Relief, anger, and love all at once.

Fear—that you could’ve lost him before you ever got to say any of it.

He goes stiff with shock… then melts with a shaky exhale, pulling you so close your feet practically leave the ground.

“You… you’re alive,” he whispers into your hair as he pulls back slightly, forehead resting against yours.

“I thought—God, I thought I lost you.” His voice cracks as he buries himself in the crook of your neck, arms still locked around you.

Your fingers curl into the back of his suit.

“...Don’t go.”

He lifts his head, tears dripping down his cheeks. His forehead presses to yours, his breath shuddering.

“Stay. Please.”

You’re whispering, shaking. He looks at you for a second—and it doesn’t take another until his lips crash into yours again.

The floorboards creak. The air is heavy. Kiniro’s sleeping somewhere in the kitchen, but your legs are wrapped tight around Yuji’s waist now. He’s holding you up, fingers digging into your thighs.

“Wait—”

He cuts you off with another kiss as he stumbles into the living room, lights still off. Your hands gently clutch the back of his suit even tighter. Your kisses are sloppy, frantic, and desperate. He quickly yanks his mask off, throwing it straight at the couch while he lifts you like nothing with one hand.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, but he’s already back to nibbling your bottom lip, working his way up to your breathless gasps.

“Mm… Yuji,” Your fingers lace through the pink threads of his hair, ruffling through them as something pools just beneath your stomach. 

The door rattles behind you as he pushes it open with your back against it, a creak rattling across, and when he does pull away, a drool lingers just between the two of you, and he looks up at you, lifted, like the most gorgeous angel ever. You pant, hand grasping his clothed bicep, as he presses a thumb under your chin, tipping your head further back. 

He’s wanted this for the last five years of his life, and now here you are—lost in it and in his arms—he just might explode into a million pieces.

“I love you,” he peppers even more kisses, agonizingly dragging a trail from your chin, all the way up to your drooped eyelids, hazy, muzzy even as your breath heaves with each gasp. “So fucking much.”

Your heart’s also pounding loudly, and even when he plops you down on his bed, you refuse to let go. You watch as he fumbles the unbuttoning of your clothes, and you tilt your head back as he trails even more wet kisses from your face. His knee slides right between your legs.

Goosebumps trail each time his lips meet your skin, and his fingers are still gripped tight onto the flesh of your thighs. His bed, his taste, your head is so intoxicated with him, it’s driving you insane. Even inhaling the fresh lemon detergent of his sheets makes you nuzzle against it, whining as he plants yet another kiss on your neck.

“Slow down,” you sigh, threading your fingers through his hair as he trails down to your stomach, nails scratching his scalp as he nuzzles into your touch, kissing the thin fabric separating you from his desperate mouth.

But as drunk as he is, lost in the whirlwind of your moans driving him insanely, unbearably hot amidst the cold air, he pauses for a second.

Just above your stomach, he slowly turns to look up at you.

“...Are you okay with this?”

He looks up at you like he’s worshipping a goddess, because even in all your dazedness, you’re drop-dead gorgeous—eyes glossy, lips curled, breath panting.

“Mhm…”

He instantly snuggles his face into your stomach, making you giggle,

“What the—Yuji!”

Every kiss feels like worship, his mouth tracing shakingly down the insides of your thighs until he reaches the heat between them. With a gentle press of his hands, he nudges your legs apart and slips your pants down your hips, letting them fall away completely.

He goes utterly still.

God, he thinks, it’s so fucking pretty. And even though he’s never done this before, not really, he’s seen enough, learned enough, to know what to do.

His thumbs glide through your slickness and gently spread you open, baring every trembling part of you to his stare. The cold whisper of air makes you shift and whimper, embarrassment warming your cheeks. You don’t see it, though—the way his gaze drops, dark with want, his breath nearly catching at the sight of you.

Slowly, he leans in, breath warm against you before his tongue draws a long, deliberate lick through your folds. He can’t help but utter, a low, hungry groan rumbling from his chest.

“Fuck… taste so sweet,” he mutters against you, hips pressing hard into the mattress as if he can’t help himself.

“Yuji—”

Your back bows off the sheets in an instant, a startled cry slipping out as your thighs snap around his head. But he only growls softly in response, arms locking around your legs to hold you open for him. He doesn’t stop—not for a second—as he devours you, messy yet greedy, drinking down every drop of your sweet slick.

His throaty groan vibrates straight through you, sending shivers up your spine. Your jaw falls open, eyes fluttering shut as you melt back into the mattress.

"You're so beautiful— so..." He can’t help it—can’t help melting into your taste.

His mouth grows sloppier, jaw loosening so he can slurp louder, tongue moving with sprouting confidence. He circles your clit again and again, then dips lower, pushing his tongue clumsily but tenderly into your heat. His lashes brush his cheeks as he moves, muddled and klutzy—yet careful, and worshipping you with every greedy stroke.

Your fingers glide down your stomach, trembling as you reach for him, burying your hand in his hair. Your nails drag lightly across the nape of his neck as you tug him closer, guiding him deeper between your thighs. He groans into you, then pulls back only long enough to slick his fingers with his tongue before rubbing your clit in slow, deliberate circles. He watches your slick drip down, following the trail with dark, dilated eyes.

Your tongue slips out, thumb brushing your lower lip as you look down at him. The sight alone makes him shudder.

“Are you okay?” he murmurs.

Heat flares over your cheeks, but you nod with a soft, breathy hum, lips parted as he lowers his mouth again. He laps at your folds slowly, savouring you, sweet warmth spilling over his tongue while he keeps his gaze on you.

“Mhm… Yu…” you breathe, a small moan escaping as your lids grow heavy again.

Something warm blooms in his chest at the sight of you weakly squirming, voice all soft and sweet, and he dives back to your clit. His tongue flicks over the sensitive bud until your moans climb higher, your hips jerking. He’s rutting subtly into the mattress.

“Yu—ahh, I’m gonna—gonna cum—”

Your legs tremble, thighs trying to snap shut on instinct, but he only tightens his arms around them, holding you open as his mouth works you through it—pushing you right to the edge.

And then you’re falling.

Your jaw drops slack, tongue lolling slightly as stars burst behind your eyelids. You gasp out a broken “Haagh—” all the while, soft, desperate moans spill from your lips.

The sound you make has him tensing all over again, breath catching as he leans in to press a soft kiss to your inner thigh. His eyes are half-lidded, lips parted, watching the way your lashes flutter, and how your body trembles with the aftershocks he pulled out of you.

He stares like he’s mesmerised.

And in the heat of it, he just can’t stop himself.

His thumb finds your clit again, pressing lightly, and your words dissolve into breathy whines. He's talking you through it.

Watching as your pretty lashes kiss your cheeks as your hips lift, chasing more, and he gives it to you—sliding a finger inside with a low, desperate sound.

“Your voice… fuck—” he groans, the sound almost a plea.

You yelp, grip tightening—one hand buried in his hair, the other fisting the sheets.

Then he adds a second finger.

He hums as your walls stretch around him, giving you barely a heartbeat before he’s thrusting them in and out, building pace. Your eyes go wide, back arching sharply, nails sinking into his bicep as he peppers kisses up your neck.

“I—Y-Yuji—ahh, please—I just came—” Your voice breaks so sweetly it nearly kills him, and maybe he should give you a second to breathe—but he’s already kissing down your chest, already pulling your top up without you noticing, clumsily unclasping your bra with unsteady fingers.

He’s dreamed of tasting you like this for years.

His tongue drags over your nipple, lips closing around it as his fingers keep working you open, and all he can think—watching you squeeze his arm, bury your face in his shoulder, thighs trembling around his wrist—is how heartbreakingly cute you are, and how intoxicatingly soft your breasts feel.

Your legs shake as he finally pulls his fingers out, and he pops them into his mouth, sucking them clean while staring right at you in all his dazed hunger.

Your lips part in silent awe, chest rising and falling as you watch him. He reaches for his suit, unzipping it and letting it fall to the floor. His hands fumble with his boxers—slow, torturous—and you can’t tear your gaze from the dark shape straining against the fabric.

When it slips free, your breath catches—your heart stutters.

It’s fucking huge.

Your pupils blow wide, a tiny sound catching in your throat. He gathers the pre-cum on his thumb, spreading it over the swollen head before settling beside you on the bed.

“Okay, angel…” he exhales, voice shaking, “think we’re… good…”

Your face burns, dizzy with need. His lips find yours again as he rocks his cock through your slick folds, coating himself, teasing you both. You grind up instinctively, but he pulls back with sudden panic in his eyes.

“Shit—condom—”

You cut him off.

“I’m safe.”

He freezes. Looks at you once, and his fingers tremble. Both of you are flushed, breathless, then he kisses you again—harder, desperate. 

“I fuckin—“ he’s gasping through each clumsy kiss, “fuck—I love you—so fuckin’ much.”

The words—messy, breathless, dripping with sincerity—turn your mind to nothing but mush. By the time he settles back between your thighs, lifting your legs high around his waist, you’re already trembling. A slow, burning stretch blossoms inside you as he presses just the head of his cock in.

“Tell me if it hurts,” he murmurs.

“Ngh—Yuj—” you start, but he kisses you before the rest can leave your lips, fingers threading through your hair with such tenderness it makes your chest ache.

“You’re, urgh, doing so well… Yeah…” He watches in fascination at the lewd scene of your cunt taking in his cock. “Fuck—so fuckin’ good—“

He's panting, eyes fixed on where your body’s parting around him. He’s only seen stuff like this on his phone, but it doesn’t compare to the real thing, and the sight alone makes him choke on a groan.

Your moan breaks loose, higher and needier as he rocks his hips, inching in deeper. You’re tight—so tight—and the mix of pressure and pleasure has you clinging to him, whining when his hand squeezes your thigh.

“I-It’s okay, angel—fuck, b-breathe,” he huffs, eyes squeezing shut as a low groan rumbles out of him. “I’m not gonna last like this, baby.”

The name hits you like a spark—your body involuntarily clenches around him, and he notices instantly. He lifts his head despite the sweat trailing down his temple, a breathless, smug little smile tugging at his lips.

“You l-like that, baby?” he teases, voice cracked and warm. His hand cups your chin, guiding your gaze back to him as he pants through the ache.

“Y-Yuj…” you whisper, gasping as he sinks in deeper.

You nuzzle instinctively into his palm, stroking your cheek.

And fuck—you can’t expect him to hold back when you’re kissing the rough heel of his hand like that.

He can’t doesn’t wait for you to adjust fully. His mouth crashes onto yours, tongue greedy and eager as he kisses you like he’s drowning. His knees shake as he digs into the mattress, all before he slowly thrusts forward—each controlled drag burying more of his thick length deeper inside you.

You cling to him, nails digging into his broad shoulders, into the hard cut of muscle beneath his skin, and he grunts at the sting, hips rutting deeper, each movement slow and heavy enough to make your breath stutter.

You feel everything—every ridge, every pulse, every maddening inch of him, and your moans twist into soft, breathy cries, mixing with his low, guttural groans against your lips.

You don’t even hear how the room’s engulfed with nothing but the lewd squelches now, his hips softly plapping against you, grunting in your ear whenever you unintentionally clench around him.

Your soft whines turn into sweet cries, and his eyes dilate in awe, cheeks flushed as your vision blurs. Your wet lips part, crying his name over and over, and with each cry, you can feel him somehow grow even larger as he kisses your cervix like he’s addicted.

“Angh—wait!” you whine, grasping his nape, back arching as he continues his torturous pace, the burning yet filling stretch leaving you breathless.

Your mind is scrambled, completely lost to the pleasure as you try to adjust, but he’s already slowly picking up his pace. And it didn’t matter how pathetic your whines got, or how much you came, because he was just kissing you with worship, kissing every part of you like you’re heaven itself, tongue peeking into your mouth again.

Each kiss makes your womb drop lower, and he’s hooked with how every time he tries to pull, you’re sucking him back in.

“It’s too much—Yuj—Please—“ and he’s also whimpering right above you.

“Haah—Fuck, fuck, I’m close, baby—“ his lips part, groaning when you instinctually clench around him again.

He swallows each pathetic whine of yours and vice versa as he grunts into you with every thrust, panting against each other.

Your mouth’s dangling open with trails of drool, and each time he whispers sweet praises of how gorgeous you are, you can’t help but string out moans and whimpers, filling the thick air of his bedroom.

“You’re taking me… so well… ”

You can hardly squeeze any comprehensible thoughts out of you, and your head falls back against him, strength slipping away, hips quivering as quiet whimpers escape you.

“Hnngh, Y-Yujiii..."

“Can I cum inside?”

“M-Mhmm,”

You agree instantly, breath catching as your body betrays you. You’ve forgotten long ago, anyways, how to resist him.

A certain shiver ripples through you, and Yuji’s pace picks up even more, breath even heavier for the release he's been saving just for you, his whole life.

“Baby,” He pleads. “Fuck, baby, please—Look at me,”

The same strong hand on your jaw softly tilts your head to turn, and your eyes meet his dilated pupils,

“Can you feel that? Feel what you do to me? What you’ve been doing to me, baby? Ngh—”

You feel him rolling the rest of his cock deeper inside you while he’s whimpering, and all at once, the air seems to leave your lungs as he slides his arms beneath your thighs, lifting you effortlessly. Before you can even register what’s happening, he’s standing with you in his arms, the weight and closeness leaving your heart racing.

"Does this feel better for you?”

Better for you? As if. Your legs go weak in his arms, trembling as your body twitches now with every subtle movement he makes. You’re completely at his mercy, breath catching and chest rising and falling faster than you can control. Tiny, messy traces fall from your lips, dripping out onto the floor with soft, nasty splatters like your other mouth down below.

He spreads you out wider, aims sliding beneath your thighs, and fingers digging into the plush of your thighs. You feel like you’re simply floating, all whilst he hauls you up and down his cock, leaving you helpless as you sink back into everything he’s sliding desperately into you.

“N-Ngh, Yuj—” Your voice catches, eyes misting as he burrows closer into the crook of your neck.

A deep, almost dizzying warmth pulses through you, and suddenly, it all bursts. Your hands claw at his back, squirming and desperate for the grounding presence of him. He huffs against your skin as well, breath ragged. His voice drops eager, and you feel it shiver straight through you.

“Haah… I’m so close.”

All you can do is tremble around him, giving a slow, lazy nod, lost in the crazed intensity between you.

He’s spilling every rope of cum inside you, and even through it, he doesn’t stop. He keeps a slower, gentler pace, thrusts kissing your cervix even more like he’s thanking you, same as how he’s peppering your face with kisses now.

"Yuji…"

He pants softly in your ear, plopping his cock out tiredly from your hole and onto your bed below. Both of you are still heaving, your bodies stay pressed tightly together.

You murmur from underneath his weight, voice muffled against his shoulder, and it makes him melt as he still holds you close.

“I love you so much... Fuck, I’m sorry I acted like a jerk,” he whispers, gazing into your tired, adoring eyes. “I’ll jump off a cliff if I ever make you cry again.”

You laugh, playfully punching his arm. With a quick peck to his nose, you’re already readjusting so you can straddle him again.

He traces a finger gently along your lips, a little grin on his face.

You raise a brow.

“What?”

“Can we um—“ he leans in for a quick kiss, “Can we try doggy style now?”

Okay, cross his weird cooking shows—you’re monitoring his weird porn stash too.

Everything aches when you wake up. Your arms are stiff and your legs are all sore, peppered with bite marks and faint crescents from last night. Sunlight filters through the peeping blinds, painting golden stripes across the bed, but that’s not the only weight you’re feeling on top of you.

Yuji’s arm is draped over yours now, warm and comfortably heavy. He’s sprawled on his stomach beside you, hair a chaotic mess, eyelids shut, face practically buried in the pillow. You shift slightly, wincing at the soreness, and his eyes snap open like he’s sensed you awake.

Under his breath, a groan escapes him, followed by a tilt of the head as he glances at you, face squished adorably into the pillow.

The memories of last night hit you like a freight train, and your face instantly blooms scarlet.

“Good morning,” he whispers, lips curling into a smile.

“…Morning,” you croak, voice hoarse.

He instantly breaks into laughter, rolling lazily onto his back beside you while you frown at him, still too self-conscious.

Your gaze drifts over him unconsciously, eyes tracing over last night’s scratches on his broad back. The little ridges where his elbows pressed into you, his chest rising and falling from sleep and… other marks. His ears are pink, warm under the sunlight, and he buries his face into your hair, all snuggled with you. Both of you stay like that for a few heartbeats, breathing each other in, disbelief lingering like the soft haze after fireworks.

Eventually, you reach for your phone, which you’d carelessly tossed on the bedside table yesterday. But when the lock screen lights up, your heart nearly jumps out of your throat.

“What—” Yuji murmurs, groggy and confused.

“I have class in thirty minutes!” you gasp, scrambling off the bed despite the soreness. “I cannot miss this one!”

His eyes instantly widen, and before you can blink, he’s already on his feet. He rushes over to your side, scooping you into his arms as he carries you to the shower.

“I’ll get your clothes, hold on!” he calls, and just like that, he’s darting to your room, leaving you blinking and flustered. 

The shower’s warmth does little to soothe the ache of your limbs, but you linger just long enough to pull the towel tight around yourself. When you finally do open the bathroom door, you freeze.

Spider-Man. In. The. Flesh.

He’s standing there, folded clothes in hand, looking every bit like the superhero he is. Though the awkward, nervous smile beneath it? 100% Yuji. You pause, staring, and when you finally reach for your clothes, you whisper a hurried thanks, cheeks burning.

He gives a little wave back at you.

You’re not telling him thanks, this time, though—when fast-forward five minutes, you’re in the air, soaring past skyscrapers, strapped in some ridiculous ghost mask he bought last Halloween.

Your stomach flips every time the wind picks up, hair whipping across your face, and the city below blurs into dizzying streaks of light. When you eventually land in a quiet alleyway, you’re gasping for breath, legs trembling, and he finally lets go of your waist. You glance at your watch.

Ten minutes left—cue panic.

You start to turn and dash, but can’t resist sneaking one last glance over your shoulder. Yuji simply stands there, chest heaving, mask slightly crooked, head tilted. He's waving you to get moving already.

But you can’t leave it at that. You run back, grab his clenched fists gently in one hand, and lift his mask just slightly to plant a quick peck on his lips.

“Thanks,” you whisper.

And before he can say a word, you’re off—rushing back into the bustle, heart hammering, adrenaline still sending quivers through your shaky legs.

"Oh my god...."

He dramatically leans back against the cold alley wall, sliding down slowly while clutching at his own head beneath his zipped get-up.

His suit definitely needs an upgrade from Megumi, he thinks, because you’d left him totally knocked out.

And right now, his brain is half-filled with how easily you just slipped away—the other half overclocking on how he's so, so down bad for you.

Somewhere above, a pigeon coos from above, judgmental in its stare.

Class has barely ended when your phone buzzes. The hallway is in its usual chaos—sneakers squeaking across scuffed linoleum, laughter ricocheting, backpacks slung over shoulders. You’re juggling your bag, your water bottle, and an overdue sense of exhaustion as you pull out your phone, fully expecting a group chat notification or a calendar reminder.

But then you see the name on the screen. Yuji.

Yuji: look at the manhattan bridge :))

Your brows knit, but curiosity wins, and you turn toward the tall window overlooking the city, breath fogging faintly against the cold glass. The sky is rinsed in a soft apricot glow, dripping over the skyline like spilt honey. Its golden hour tints with warmth, enough to melt even the sharpest edges of steel and glass.

And that’s when you see it.

Strung between the beams like frost, shimmering in the golden, like it’s snared a wandering cloud amidst the bleeding sky—three words are strung across the Manhattan Bridge in enormous, gleaming webs.

Each letter was woven thick, looped around half a dozen times so they wouldn’t blow away in the wind.

Your eyes widen.

No way.

I LOVE YOU.

Your heart skips violently, and your breath stumbles out of your chest in a gasp.

A stupid, giddy laugh bubbles out of you before you can stop it, and your hand flies to your mouth as if you can physically push your stunned smile back in.

“Idiot…” you whisper.

Around you, other students press against the windows, whispering, pointing. Someone mutters,

“Brother did a whole Hollywood sign…”

“Is Spider-Man in love?? With who??”

Your phone buzzes again.

Yuji: empty classroom, east wing. the one w the broken light. hurry! :(

You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to fight off the warmth spreading through your chest as you practically float down the hallway. Your steps are light, your face is on fire, and your heart's busy doing backflips inside.

By the time you reach the forgotten old classroom in the east wing, your pulse is sprinting. The door sits slightly open, the flickering ceiling light casting lazy pulses of brightness across the desks like it’s trying, yet failing, to stay conscious.

You push the door open.

And there he is.

Yuji stands near one of the desks, mask pulled back and tucked into his hood, pink-peach curls mussed from the wind.

His cheeks are flushed, hoodie slightly crooked, and even though he’s leaning like he’s been waiting forever, he probably swung here mere seconds just before you arrived.

How do you know that? Because the flowers in his hands look like they've just gone through hell and back.

When he sees you, something in him softens so completely it makes your breath catch.

“Hey,” he says, smile tugging gently at the corners of his mouth.

It’s so pure, so bright, it almost tricks you into thinking he didn’t just do something as insane as webbing a literal confession across a whole bridge.

You let out a breathy laugh as you approach him.

“Yuji… you webbed the entire Manhattan Bridge.”

He rubs the back of his neck, practically glowing.

“I—uh—wanted to make sure you saw it?” He winces. “And that you didn’t think I was joking.”

His voice gentles.

“I mean it.”

Before your brain can even catch up with your racing heart, he reaches out. His hands slip like usual to your waist.

He looks at you like sunlight through glass, stars folding into themselves—unfathomable heaven of devotion graced into every line of his expression.

“You ready to go home?” he asks softly. 

You wrap your arms around him.

“Yeah,” you whisper, and his forehead drops to your shoulder in the tiniest, softest surrender.

He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply as you giggle and ruffle his hair.

“I love you too, silly.”

Outside, the sun sinks slowly behind the skyline, ember light scattered across the room as it catches on a stray fleck of web on Yuji’s sleeve. It glows like silver fire as he lifts you effortlessly, stepping toward the window. You simply cling to him, heart soaring as he pushes the pane open and the cool wind rushes in.

With a soft laugh, Yuji leaps, both of you cutting through the evening breeze as the city roars beneath.

Taxis honk, trains rattle, pedestrians shout, but everything muffles the moment his arm curls tighter around you.

With him, flying feels safe.

With him, the city feels small.

With him, the skyline with I LOVE YOU strung across it feels like the only world that matters.

He steals a glance at you mid-swing, cheeks flushed, eyes bright.

New York watches as he swings past skyscrapers—and this time, he isn't alone. He holds you like he has nowhere else to be but by your side, basking in the afterglow of a love he had written across the skyline just for you. 

Petals float below from the two of you, and you say his words back. Barely louder than the wind, but just enough for him, and only him, to hear.

It's what you’ve found between this litany of quiet you’ve both settled into:

“Home.”