#modulo yuji fic

"So what, beautiful?" He teases, lifting your chin with a finger.

Heat rushes to your cheeks, burning as you realize what you were about to say.

"Oh– I…" You glance away for a second, but he brings your face back to look at him.

"Don't look away, please. I wanna see that pretty face of yours." Yuji murmurs, his thumb brushing softly along your cheek before grazing your bottom lip. "What's your name?"

You tell him, stumbling over your words, cheeks still flushed—and it's so embarrassing, the way he has you stuttering like a mess, half-surprised he hasn't walked away yet. "And you?"

"Yuji… Itadori." He trips over his words, like, despite the confident front, he hasn't actually done this in a while.

"Oh." You give him a small, shy smile. "So do you come here a lot?"

"A little, but not for women," he says with a shake of his head, laughing softly. "Honestly, I'm not even sure the last time I went on a date."

You tilt your head, curious. "Is dating… not really your thing?"

His eyes widen, realizing you probably think he's some prick, fucking any girl he finds attractive.

"No– not like that." He runs a hand nervously through his hair. "Fuck… I'm already messing this up, huh? It's just been a while… all of this. And you?"

Fuck, it's probably so obvious to you how inexperienced he is when he's a fumbling mess. But you're just so pretty, it has him losing it.

You shift your gaze. "....I just got out of a shitty relationship, actually."

Someone treating you like shit? It shouldn't make him mad—hell, he hardly knows you—but he already hates this guy for letting a pretty girl like you end up here.

"Well, he's the one who fucked up," He says, pulling you in closer, hands sliding just below your hips.

Your breath hitches as he presses closer, head dipping so his lips brush against yours. Are you insane? Did someone spike your drink? Because here you are, fresh out of a relationship, practically throwing yourself at some guy you just met at a bar, but fuck. The way he looks at you, the way his hands move over your body so carefully, so gentle as if he's scared to hurt you. It's intoxicating.

You close your eyes as his lips finally meet yours, slow and testing, before deepening the kiss. His tongue slips past your lips, tasting you, so sweet, so tempting. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer as his hands drift lower until he's palming your ass. Fuck, you feel so good, too good that he can't keep from pulling you closer, pressing his throbbing cock against you. His kisses turn desperate, like he's already losing himself in you, earning a soft moan from your lips.

Yuji forgot how good it felt to kiss someone. It's been decades since he's even thought about it. He lets himself, for once, get swept up in the moment. The feeling of your tongue against his, the way you press into him like you want him just as badly, making him frustratingly hard, already leaking pre from his flustered tip. 

"Come home with me?" The words slip out in a low, drunken murmur against your lips.

You nod without hesitation, like the answer was already there. You'd do anything to have more of him, to feel more of him, and it doesn't help that his cock pressed against you has your mind already wandering.

He smiles down at you, biting his lip before leaning in, pulling you into another kiss.

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By the time the two of you make it to Yuji's place, he can't contain himself. He's picking you up, your legs wrapping around him as he carries you through his front door, kicking it shut behind him, taking you straight to his room. His lips stay on yours, guiding you blindly—but hell, he's done this in way more fucked up states, so getting you there is no problem.

He gets you to his bed, laying you down gently, and for a split second, you're not sure what to expect. What it means if he really hasn't been with anyone in a while, but you barely have time to dwell on it before he's on you again, shirtless, biceps flexing as he holds himself above you.

"Gonna make you feel s'good, baby," he mumbles against your lips, trailing down to your neck.

He was trying—really trying, to take it slow, to not rush things, even with how hard he is, his cock throbbing relentlessly in his pants as he shifts, rubbing against your thigh, desperate for any sort of relief.

And fuck, it turns you on, having you so soaked and needy, writhing beneath him as you roll your hips against him, wanting him so desperately inside you.

He breaks away for a second, breathing ragged, chests rising and falling together as you toss your shirt off the bed, breasts spilling out from your top. He doesn't even try to hide the way his gaze drops, drinking you in as he imagines rolling your perky little nipples under his thumb. 

Fuck—that does it. He's already off the bed in seconds, pulling his pants off, and you follow, slipping out of your skirt, leaving you only in your lacy panties. His gaze darkens as he sweeps over you, pupils blown wide, taking in the sight of you laid out on his bed like that—all pretty and flushed, ready to be all fucked out under him.

Your eyes drop straight to the bulge in his boxers, and christ he's big. Almost too big. And you nearly faint when he pulls them down, thick veiny cock slapping against his abs, leaving your cunt clenching pathetically at the sight.

He takes his cock in his hand, stroking his length slowly as he watches you, legs spread for him, hair messy on his bed, looking at him through half-lidded eyes.

"God, you look so beautiful like this." His cock twitches as your hand slips into your panties, circling your clit, pulling soft moans from you as you try so hard to keep your eyes on him.

The room fills with messy sounds, Yuji's ragged breathing mixed with the sound of his spit slicked hand against his cock, and your own whiny sounds that spill out as you finger your little hole.

"Couldn't wait f'me, huh?" he rasps, his strokes turning impatient, pre leaking down his length at the sight of you.

Fuck, he can't take any more—climbing on the bed, your stomach fluttering as you watch him crawl between your legs, face stopping in front of your panties as he hooks his fingers under the lace, slipping them off. His eyes flick down to your pussy, your slit so wet it's glistening—he knew you'd be pretty, but this? It's a sick joke, really, how pretty your pussy is, a wet spot already forming on his sheets from his leaky tip as he presses his lips softly to your clit. A soft laugh escapes him as he pulls back slightly, the warmth of his breath alone has your skin burning, his eyes flicking up to yours.

"Sorry, I'm just a bit nervous," He murmurs, voice low and a little breathless. "Wanna make you feel s'good, beautiful. It's just been a bit…"

It shouldn't be so sexy, but Yuji being so worried about your pleasure, has your pussy throbbing, aching with need. And he doesn't even realize how stupidly attractive he is, how he could do anything, and you'd be putty in his hands. Just the thought alone of his tongue all over your cunt, has your body reacting on its own, your hips rolling up, as his nose brushes against your sensitive clit.

"You already feel s'good, Yuji–" you're cut off as his tongue drags along your clit, making you whine at the contact.

And the anticipation stirring in your stomach is almost unbearable as he flicks his eyes up to yours again, searching your face to know he's making you feel good, before going back down. His tongue flicks over your clit, gentle and slow, before lightly sucking, as you mewl out, hands tangling in his pink hair.

His face is pressed so close against your cunt, he can't breathe, but he doesn't care. Not when you're reacting like this, every movement having you moaning, legs wrapping around him so tight they're trembling, as you pull on his messy hair, bringing him impossibly closer. 

He just lets you—lets you set the pace, rubbing your wet pussy all over his face, having his nose dripping with you. All of it drives him insane, his tongue slipping into your fluttering hole as he reaches down to stroke his throbbing cock, becoming a muffled mess against your drenched pussy.

"Fuck! That feels s'good," You whine out, "too good, Yuji… you're gonna make me cum."

That only makes him want it more, the feeling of you cumming on his tongue, your legs trembling around him as you let yourself go. He drags his tongue back up to your clit, slower this time, more deliberate as he licks and sucks your swollen bud, focusing on your pleasure.

His tongue feels so fucking good on your clit, having your walls clenching pathetically, until his tongue dips back in, feeling you pulse around him as you rub your cunt against his face, using his tongue to ride out your orgasm, screaming his name in a way that has him hoping it stays in his head for the rest of his long life. 

He waits until you come down, pulling away, breathing uneven and lips parted as he looks at you, his face dripping from your pussy. And seconds later, he's kissing up your body, making his way to your lips while you struggle to catch your breath, still an absolute wreck from earlier. He starts rubbing his length against your slit, his cock gliding between your slippery folds as he pushes the tip in, making you gasp as he stuffs your pussy full, and he's not even completely in yet.

"Yuji, I don't think I can t-take all of you–" Your voice breaks as he drives his cock deeper, stretching your cunt with every stroke.

He lets out a strained moan, the filthy wet sounds filling the room as his balls slap against your cunt. "But she's taking me s'good," he brings a thumb to rub your clit, still sensitive from cumming.

You can't take it anymore, your hands going to his back, nails digging into his skin, leaving trails of red. "Mhnnn… Yuji!"

"Fuck–" It comes out rough, almost desperate as his hips snap forward, driving his cock so deep your eyes flutter shut, overwhelmed by pleasure as his tip kisses your puffy cervix.

His hand goes around your neck, squeezing enough to make your breath hitch, and—fuck, he almost cums. You're just so damn sexy, drool dripping from parted lips, as he holds you in place, watching your slutty face.

"Fuck, she's so tight," he grunts, fucking you as you silently cry out, his grip tightening around your throat.

He pulls out, releasing his grip around you as his hand drops to his pussy slicked cock, stroking slowly as your eyes flutter open, your cunt still pulsing at the lack of fullness. 

"Turn over, beautiful. I wanna fuck that pretty pussy from the back, see how good she looks taking me from behind."

You do as he says, flipping over, your face pressing into the mattress—and even his sheets smell like him, god it's enough to overwhelm your senses, making you arch your back, putting your dripping cunt on display for him. He lines himself up behind you, his thumb brushing against your slit, lazily parting your folds with his thumb, before easily slipping inside.

"Stop teasing me, Yujiiii–" You whine, pressing back into him as he takes his thumb out, slamming his cock into your cunt.

Drool drips from your lips, your hands gripping the sheets, as messy sounds echo in the room, so filthy and wet from his hips snapping against your ass. He rams his cock deeper, brows knitting as his balls grow frustratingly tight, trying so hard not to cum in you.

"Mhnn… Fuck! Yuji, you feel s'good." Your whines come out muffled against the mattress as you press back against him, needing him closer, deeper. "Want more… want you to stretch her out, make her soo full."

That sends him over the edge. Hips bucking up, his thrusts turning desperate as he puts his hands on either side of you, struggling to hold himself up. His jaw tenses as he slams into your pussy a few more times before pulling out with a shaky breath, chest heaving as he shoots thick milky white ropes all over your pretty back. 

You're a complete mess beneath him, pussy throbbing, whining in protest from the sudden absence.

"Shh, baby. He's already back between your legs, hands gripping your plush thighs as he licks your slit, "You think you can cum f'me?"

You press back, rubbing your pussy against his tongue as he finds your clit, working your sensitive bud until you're crying out.

"That's it, cum f'me, baby. Cum all over my tongue," He coaxes, sucking on your swollen clit, as your cunt pulses, cumming on his face.

"Yuji– Oh my god! Fuck–" 

He's still sucking your clit, helping you through your orgasm as you scream out, and god he loves that sound so much. He's almost tempted to keep you there, having you screaming his name like that for hours.

Your legs give out, collapsing on the bed as the room spins around you. You're so dizzy from your night of drinking and cumming, that you're hardly aware of anything around you. You feel the bed shift before Yuji's back with a towel, carefully wiping his mess off your back. You sleepily roll over, and he leans down, pressing a kiss to your cheek, before reaching for your panties and slipping them back on. Then he pulls one of his shirts over your head, watching it as it swallows you whole, before pulling the sheets over you. 

Yuji slides in next to you in only his boxers, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you close. His nose is buried in your neck, breathing you in like he's trying to memorize it. He stays like that for hours, until he finally feels himself drifting off—knowing that once he wakes up it'll all be gone, and as his eyes close he pulls you just a little tighter, not ready to let you go.

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You thought you left that morning without Yuji noticing, but he did. He noticed the exact moment you woke up, shifting slightly in bed, your eyes fluttering open only to realize you were in some stranger's bed, wearing only his shirt and your panties. Just like he instantly senses your quiet panic as you slip out of bed, quickly rushing around the room trying to gather your things, while trying so hard not to wake him. 

His chest aches hearing you slip out of his room, even if he doesn't have the right to feel anything about it. Not when he's only a stranger to you, a hot rebound for a pretty girl with a shitty ex—but he's never wanted something, someone, so badly.

Which is how he finds himself rationalizing that it's not creepy as hell to make excuses just to go and see you—every waking second of the day—making sure that you're not in some sort of danger. Even after tirelessly fighting curses, he finds himself sneaking around, exhausted, just to make sure you're okay. Which sounds a hell of a lot better than the truth—that he can't get you out of his head. Your petty smile, your laugh, fuck everything about you is so perfect, he's damn near obsessing over you.

Christ, he really is a creep, a fucking weirdo.

Yuji rubs his face in his hands, wondering how the hell he managed to end up here. It's already been a couple of months since he started watching you like this. Tonight, he's watching you walk back home. It's late, and he just got back from beating the shit out of cursed spirits, his body drained and heavy, yet he still finds himself following you, needing to make sure you're safe.

And that's when he fucks up, because in his tired state, he carelessly lets himself be spotted by you.

At first, you almost do a double-take, brows furrowing as you slow, because there's no way that's him… right? But you really do think that's the hot guy you hooked up with from the club, but the odds of that are damn near impossible in a huge city like Tokyo. You squint harder, narrowing your eyes as you try to make out the face hidden under the hoodie, convincing yourself that you're only seeing things. 

But even with his hood up, there's no mistake, it's him. His face, the way he stands, everything about him is burned into your memory, so ingrained in your mind you could pick him out of a crowded room by the way he touches you alone.

You don't know what comes over you as you start walking toward him, your pulse quickening with every step, adrenaline washing over you as you close the distance.

Meanwhile, Yuji's fighting the panic rising in his chest, his mind turning into a scattered mess, he can't think, can't make himself move—and god he needs to move, needs to move so badly, but he's frozen in place, choking—fuck, he can't even remember the last time he felt like this, nervous, terrified of what might happen when you finally reach him.

Move. Move, move, move. Fucking move!

But he doesn't; his feet stay stubbornly rooted in place, hands still shoved into his pockets as you finally stop in front of him.

"Hey–" you start, already blushing. "Sorry, is this weird? Just coming up to you like this– Shit, I'm sorry… I didn't even think about it, I just–"

"No, you're okay." He gives you a small smile, but it barely lingers, eyes flicking past your shoulder, scanning the street behind you, like he's looking for something.

"Are you okay?" You ask, starting to feel like an idiot for even walking up to him.

"Huh?" His attention snaps back to you, expression softening as he sees the worried look on your face. "I'm okay, just… tired."

Your palms grow sweaty, knowing how stupid you must look to him, when he's clearly not interested.

"Look, I'm sorry for coming up to you–"

His hand suddenly slips out of his pocket, fingers wrapping around your wrist, and you don't even have time to react before he's pulling you into a nearby alleyway.

Your back meets the cold brick as he presses closer to you. "Please," his voice is low and ragged, "Stop apologizing– fuck. Don't ever apologize for wanting to come up to me."

Your head spins, heart thudding against your chest as he leans down, pressing his lips to yours, needing to taste you again. His hands find your hips, pulling you flush against him, like he's been waiting to have you in his arms like this again.

Your fingers curl into his shirt before you pull away, breath shaky as you look up at him. "I just… don't want to be one of those girls…"

A shy smile tugs at your lips, a soft, nervous laugh slipping out, that has him thinking perverted thoughts that he definitely shouldn't be.

He rubs slow circles into your soft skin, his thumb dipping under your shirt. "You? One of those girls?" He shakes his head, giving you a boyish smile that has your knees buckling. "I'm not even sure what that means…" He laughs softly, running a hand through his hair. "But I do know, every little thing you do, drives me absolutely crazy. Makes me want you in ways I'm ashamed to admit." 

Fuck… was that insane to say?

To you, he's only seen you once or twice. But to him? He's seen everything. Months of it. Of watching you move through your daily routine, your habits, the people you surround yourself with. God, he even knows where you fucking work, and he's so caught up in you, he's managed to learn everything you could possibly know about someone from only watching them. And it was supposed to stay that way. Careful, controlled, specifically crafted so that you wouldn't get too close. But now, it's all slipping, crashing down in one careless moment.

"Well, if it makes you feel less crazy, I've really missed you." You sheepishly admit, as you shift, feeling your panties damp from your dripping cunt. 

He doesn't answer, lips finding yours again, slower this time. Deeper as he slips his tongue past your lips, tasting you, before pulling away just to trail kisses to your neck. He's sucking and nipping at your skin, leaving purple marks, as he presses his erection against you, wishing he were balls deep in your pretty pussy. A soft moan escapes your lips as his hand slides past your skirt, briefly hesitating before slipping into your panties, long fingers circling your clit.

"Hm.." He hums, dragging his finger down to your slit, feeling how wet you are for him. "Aw, does she need that badly? She's already so wet and ready."

He spreads your folds with two fingers, before slipping one in, leaving you whining, throwing your head over his shoulder. "Yuji, fuck!"

"Shh, baby." He pumps his finger in and out before adding another. "Someone might hear you."

You bite his shoulder, earning a groan from him as you stifle a moan. His cock strains against his pants, aching, balls so tight it has him whimpering as your teeth sink into his skin.

"God, she feels s'good around my fingers, so fucking wet f'me." He rasps, becoming a babbling mess as he presses against your leg, pre wetting through his pants.

"Only for you, Yuji." You whine out, as he curls his fingers, hitting that spongey spot that has you muffling cries against his hoodie.

"She's only mine, baby?" God, he wants you to say it, needs you to say it.

His cock twitches in anticipation as the words leave your lips, "She's only yours, Yuji!" 

Your lips crash against his, muffling your moans in his mouth as his thumb brushes over your clit, "Fuck. How are you so irresistible, so fucking perfect?"

He can hardly keep his composure, watching you throw your head back over him, shuddering, body trembling as you cum around his fingers. Taking him deep as he fucks you through your orgasm, slipping his fingers out to taste you.

He moans as his fingers slip past his lips, and god you taste just like he remembered, so good and sweet. It was almost unbearable spending so many nights—too many nights—alone, thinking about his face buried in your pussy, having him a whimpering mess behind closed doors.

You lift your head up, drinking in how sexy he looks. His lips are swollen, wrapped around his fingers, his eyes trained on you as you watch him, lips parted, your heart pounding in your ears. 

He pulls his digits out with a pop! leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips, making your head spin.

"Go on a date with me," he murmurs, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip as he pulls away. "Please."

Dammit, he knows he shouldn't be asking. Knowing that it goes against every rule, every boundary he's forced himself to keep. But he can't not have you, even when it's selfish, reckless, a fucking stupid idea—he still finds himself asking. A part of him really believing that—maybe—he can actually pull it off. That he'll be able to have you, while keeping a distance between you and his 'work'.

You smile up at him, "I thought you'd never ask."

He laughs softly at how adorable you look, your cheeks still flushed from cumming around his fingers.

"I'll pick you up," he says, pressing a gentle kiss to your rosy cheeks. 

It's such a small gesture, but it has you smiling like an idiot.

And as you part ways, it never really hits you that you never told him where you live.

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The next night he's driving you out to a little trail that has a scenic view of the mountains, with little creeks scattered along the way. It's really late, nearly pitch black outside, and if you didn't trust him so much—for whatever insane reason—you wouldn't find yourself caught dead in a situation like this. 

As you're walking along the dirt trail, your shoulder brushing his every now and then, you glance over at him, unable to stop yourself from asking.

"Do you normally take girls on dark walks, alone… at night?"

He blushes, the color creeping to his ears, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck as he lets out a nervous laugh. "Fuck… I messed up again, didn't I? I just thought it'd be better to talk." 

It was partly true. He really did want time alone with you, to talk, to know all about the pretty girl who's been cumming all over him. Who has him wrapped so tightly around her finger, he's starting to lose parts of himself in her.

On the other hand? He knows you'll be safe here with him. Almost certain that there's no way something would attack the two of you out here, and if anything did happen, he would be there to protect you.

"It's okay, it's nice." You smile back, reassuring him, as you slip your hand into his.

His heart skips a beat, lacing his fingers with yours, glancing down, lingering at your intertwined hands for a moment—like a part of him doesn't fully believe this is real.

Making your way further up the trail, you eventually come across a creek, the water faintly glinting under the moonlight.

"You think we should stop here?" You ask, giving his hand a small tug. "I think it's really pretty."

He nods, smiling as he watches you, more focused on you than the creek, "It's perfect."

You pull him over to a cluster of rocks, sitting down, and he follows, sitting beside you, close enough that your shoulders touch. 

"You know," he starts, voice quieter now as his eyes slip past the water. "It's nice. Just stopping for a second… getting to ignore all the bullshit for once."

You nod, understanding what he means. Until you met Yuji, life was constantly giving you shit to worry about. "It is nice." 

He looks at you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. "It's just been a while for me… all of this. I know I've said that, but–" he's smiling again, his free hand going to the back of his neck, because how could he possibly begin to explain it all? To tell you it's been literal decades since he's been with a woman.

"It's okay," you gently interrupt him, leaning up to kiss his cheek, stopping him completely. "We could be anywhere, go anywhere, and as long as you're there, it'd be perfect."

He melts at your words, at how easily you find the right things to say. How's that even possible? How can you be so perfect, so right for him, and still feel just out of reach. 

"Can… I ask you something?" you ask after a moment, feeling a little shy.

"Yeah, of course. Anything."

"It's just–uh… your scar," you hesitate, knowing it's probably too personal to ask, but it's hard not to be curious when it's such a big scar. "How did you get it?"

That was the last thing he was expecting you to ask, which is ridiculous, because it's not like it's hidden. But after so long, it's just become a part of him now, that he forgets other people even notice.

"I–uh…" He stammers, racking his brain for an answer. "Got it from a fight… a long time ago."

"Oh…" you feel like an asshole now, seeing him fumble over his words, knowing you definitely asked too sensitive of a question. "I really shouldn't have asked."

"No, it's okay," he says, his hands cupping your face, pressing a quick kiss to your lips to further reassure you he means it. "I fight for a living and this," he points at his scar, "...I got it from a really bad accident, when I was fighting."

You feel like he's not telling you the full story, but you brush it off, figuring he'd tell you when he feels comfortable. "A fighter? Like professional… or?"

"Yeah," he nods, "like boxing."

"Really?" Your eyes light up, "maybe I could go to a match of yours sometime?"

He tenses, his chest tightening, hands sweaty, because he's not just some 'fighter' and there's no match, but he can't tell you that. Fuck, he doesn't want to make you feel like he's blowing you off, but what the hell else is he supposed to say?

"Actually uh…" he trails off, searching for anything to say, and it looks so bad, fuck he knows this looks horrible right now. "Maybe sometime… yeah."

You feel it, how weakly he agrees to you coming to a match, and it makes you so confused, thinking you were reading all the right signals, because everything he says and does points to him liking you. So much so, you find yourself brushing the entire thing off, figuring you're overthinking it.

"Do you like it?" You ask instead.

"Fighting?" he pauses.

Does he like it? It's such a simple question and somehow not simple at all, so complex in fact—and you have no idea.

"I think," he exhales quietly, gaze drifting for a second, "it's what fate chose for me."

"You believe in that, fate?"

He nods, tilting his head slightly at you. "Do you not?"

"I'm not really sure… I guess it depends what 'fate' would mean for me." You answer softly, leaning into him, resting your head on his chest. 

His big arms wrap around you, muscles flexing as he pulls you close, resting his head on yours, breathing in your sweet perfume.

"You know," he murmurs, voice quieter now as he melts into you. "Just because your ex was an ass doesn't mean your fate isn't a good one."

You crack a smile at that, "You trying to say something, Itadori?"

His lips twitch at your flirty tone, loving the way you say his name. "Someone's being all flirty now, hm?"

"Me?" you giggle, peeking up at him. 

He laughs, unable to stop himself as he watches you. You're so adorable, your smile, your laugh, everything about you so infectious it leaves him wanting more.

"If there's one thing I do in this life," he says as the laughter dies down. "It's making you believe you're worth more than whatever you think in that head of yours." He tips your chin up, leaning down so his lips ghost over yours, whispering, "you're too damn pretty, too damn perfect, to be thinking like that."

You close the distance, pressing your lips to his, wanting him closer as you climb into his lap, straddling him, his hands gripping your thighs. "I want you, Yuji, so bad."

"I want you too, beautiful," he says, voice low and needy as he brings his lips back to yours. "But not here."

You whine, rolling your hips against his hard bulge, making him throb at the contact. "But Yuji, I need you."

"Trust me," he presses another kiss to your lips, "I need you too. Just not here."

Not when his guard is down, not when anything could happen while he's fucking you, because lord knows the only thing he'll be thinking of when he's buried in your pretty pussy will be watching you cum underneath him.

"Wanna come back to my place then?" You offer, wanting him so bad, you're throwing yourself at him. He probably thinks you're fucking pathetic with the way you're acting—but you couldn't be more wrong, because he's saying yes, wanting you just as much.

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Next thing you know, you're making out, fumbling for your keys, laughing breathlessly against each other's mouths as you manage to unlock your door, never fully breaking the kiss. The two of you stumble inside, any restraint gone, as you make your way to the shower, tugging at clothes, stripping away layers in desperate urgency until there's nothing left but your naked bodies. 

You finally break apart as he reaches into the shower, turning the water on, his muscles flexing with every small movement, making your cunt ache. He holds a hand out testing the temp, while his other hand goes to his hard cock, stroking his length as he turns his head, eyes raking over your body, looking so fucking beautiful, standing there, face flushed, your body hot and sweaty from your walk.

His arms go around your waist, pulling you into him again, kissing you deeply, as his tongue slips into your mouth. You gasp as you feel his hands drop to your ass, turning red under his grip as he presses his throbbing cock against you.

You pull away, dropping to your knees as you take his thick, veiny cock in your hands, flicking your eyes up to him. Your lashes flutter as you bring his tip to your lips, his dick already leaking pre at the sight, and your tongue slips out, licking him up.

"Fuck–" He hisses, your tongue feeling so sensitive against his slit.

You wrap your lips around his tip, moaning around him as he jerks his hips up, making you gag. You're blushing now, your nose brushing against the hairs trailing down to his cock as you take him whole, his cock twitching in the back of your throat, so deep your eyes prick with tears. You reach down, fingers circling your clit as your body ignites on fire, wanting him so badly it hurts.

He holds your chin in his hand, almost swallowing your face as he slowly starts fucking your pretty mouth, your swollen pink lips bottoming out on his dick as he continues to fuck stiffled little moans from you.

"Fuck, baby," he coaxes, voice shaky from how good you're making him feel. "You're doing so good."

He's trying so hard to hold on to some sort of composure, but he hasn't had someone's lips wrapped around him in so long, fuck—and your lips are so soft, your mouth so warm and wet around his flustered cock, it makes it impossible. 

His balls are tight, squeezing, as he fights the urge to cum in the back of your throat. He pulls his cock from your pretty lips with a pop! as his length slaps against his abs. His breathing ragged and uneven as he holds a hand out to you, helping you to your feet as you make your way into the walk-in shower.

He follows, pushing you up against the tiled wall, water slipping down the two of you as he presses a teasing kiss to your lips. "Sorry, I had to stop you, your lips felt too good, beautiful."

You blush, and he smiles against your lips, "I just wanted to be able to make you feel good."

His lips are back, crashing against yours, as he reaches for his cock, rubbing it between your slippery folds. He nips at your lip, teasing, before slipping his tongue in. Your hands fisting his wet hair as his hands go to your breasts, rubbing your perky nipples with his thumbs, having you mewling in his mouth.

"Does that feel good?" He murmurs, lips still ghosting over yours as you manage a nod, hardly able to think straight around him. "Aww, is my pretty girl feeling this good from me already?" He purrs, rolling your nipples between his fingers.

You're panting, head resting against his shoulder as your cunt flutters pathetically around nothing. 

His cock twitches, a breathless laugh escaping his lips as he watches you become a filthy mess for him, "Yuji–"

"What is it, beautiful?" he rasps, lips brushing your ear. "I need you to use your words."

"I–it's too much…Y-yuji!"

He immediately stops teasing your nipples, rubbing his cock along your slit. "See, that wasn't so hard." He presses his tip between your folds, teasing your little hole, before pushing inside, grunting as he feels you squeeze around him.

He's a total babbling mess, his thrusts shaky as fucks your dripping cunt, unable to hold back after months of dreaming about this—it's embarrassing, really, how much of a mess you have him.

"Mhnn… Yuji, you're too big– can't take it all." You whine, still taking his cock like a good girl as your cunt drips down his length.

"But she's doing so good," he purrs, a hand slipping to your clit, pulling a shaky moan from you as your eyes roll back, overwhelmed by pleasure.

Then the feeling becomes too much, "Y-yuji– I'm cumming!" You're crying out, head tipped over his shoulder, cunt pulsing, fluttering around him as he fucks you through your orgasm.

His eyes are glossy, pupils blown wide, as he watches your slutty face, all fucked out on his cock. He groans, hips jerking up as his tip leaks milky white, filling you up so full it's coating his length with every thrust.

He pulls out, shoulders shaking as he catches his breath. "S-sorry, I didn't mean to cum in you… shit." His voice breaks when he realizes how bad he fucked up—god, he didn't even mean to cum in you, your pussy just felt so good and warm, he couldn't stop himself.

"It's okay," you lift your head, looking at him through heavy-lidded eyes, your cheeks still flushed. "I'm on the pill."

He lets out a quiet sigh of relief, shoulders relaxing. "Want me to help you shower, beautiful?" 

You bite back a smile. He's so thoughtful, always thinking about you. "You wouldn't mind?"

He tilts his head, "Why would I?"

"I don't know…" You trail off, and he laughs softly at how adorable you are, gently turning you around, your back facing him.

His hands move carefully, fingers massaging your scalp as he works the shampoo through your hair—and holy shit, it feels amazing. A soft moan slips from your lips as his fingers continue to work their magic.

"Shh," now he's the one biting back a smile, pressing his lips to your ear, his voice dropping teasingly low. "If you keep making sounds like that, I'll have to fuck you again. And you're already so tired, beautiful."

You flush deeper, the color reaching your ears. "Yuji!"

"What?" He grins, feigning innocence. "It's true. You sound too pretty like that."

Your stomach flutters as he brings the shower head down, rinsing your hair. The water's warm and soothing, his hand running through your hair as he works the rest of the soap out.

"I really like taking care of you like this," he admits, softly pressing his lips to your shoulder as he lathers the washcloth, moving it gently over your body.

You weren't used to being touched like this, so gentle and careful. All your previous relationships never bothered to factor you in, always taking advantage of your kindness and never doing anything in return to show they care.

"I like it too," You admit too, your voice soft and quiet.

He smiles at your admission, rubbing the washcloth over himself, before gently turning you around. "Ready to get out?" he asks, cupping your face in his hands.

"Yes, please." You let out a small yawn, "I'm so tired, I can barely keep my eyes open." 

He steps out, reaching for a towel, wrapping it around you gently, before taking another and securing it around his waist.

"You need help getting dressed?"

Is this how men are supposed to treat you in a relationship?

"You… would?"

"You have to stop asking that," he pulls you in by your waist, "I'd do anything for you."

"I'm just not used to it…" You glance away, sheepishly admitting, "I've never had someone treat me like this… like you do."

"That's because they didn't realize what they had was so special," he leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips. Hell, he'd kiss you a thousand more times if it'd make you believe him.

"You're just saying that, because you're always saying nice things." You pout.

"I wish it was that simple," His thumbs brush over your hips, "go get in bed and I'll get your stuff." 

You sleepily make your way to the bed as he stumbles around your house in the dark, gathering your scattered clothes along with his own. He somehow manages to find your hamper, dropping your clothes inside, before fumbling through your drawers for something comfortable. When he comes back, he helps you into a shirt—wishing it was one of his instead—and slips on one of your favorite pairs of panties.

He pulls his boxers on after, sliding into bed next to you, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest. He nuzzles into your neck, loving how you smell. How your entire house smells like you, your room, your sheets—hell, he's even starting to smell like you.

"Is there a reason you don't date…?" You mumble, half asleep.

"Hm?" He hums, brushing a damp strand of hair away from your face. "Just been too busy, that's all."

A pause lingers between you.

"Are you going to be too busy for me?"

His arms tighten around you, his voice softer. "I'll never be too busy for you." He looks down at you, a small smile tugging at his lips as he watches you fall asleep. "It'd be impossible when my whole world's already falling into place around you."

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The next few weeks are spent with Yuji—always somewhere at night with hardly anyone else to be seen. It's not that it's bad. In fact, every date with him was perfect, but you can't shake the gnawing feeling that something's off.

You tried to brush it off, desperately wanting to shove away the thought that he could be hiding something, because everything else about him is perfect. Which makes it harder when all the small inconsistencies start adding up, too many that you can't bring yourself to ignore them any longer.

You're walking through Tokyo at night, streets quieter than usual, only a few people scattered around, all minding their own business. Yuji walks beside you with his hoodie up, pulled low, like he's trying not to be seen.

Your chest tightens. Is it really that embarrassing being seen with you?

"...Why do you only want to see me at night?"

He stills, and your heart drops. 

"It's not like anything you're thinking," he says quickly.

It still doesn't make sense. If anything, it makes it worse, the pit in your stomach twisting, "Not like anything I'm thinking? What the hell does that even mean?"

"Like–" fuck, he can't get a single word out, panic rising in his throat as he feels you starting to pull away. "I'm trying so hard to explain… I just–"

"No." You pull away from him, shaking your head as you back up. "I'm not fucking doing this again."

"Please– don't. I can explain–"

"No, you can't 'explain'," you cut in, voice breaking. "You just tried, and it didn't even make sense. Is there anything else? Are you fucking someone else, is that it?"

A breathless, disbelieving laugh slips out of you, probably looking insane to the few people still out.

"Are you even a boxer, or was that just bullshit too?"

His breathing is ragged, chest heaving, struggling to catch his breath as his eyes search over you frantically, like he's trying to find the exact words that will make you stay.

And when he sees the tears forming in your eyes, it absolutely breaks him. "No, but if you—"

That one word is all it takes to confirm all your worst fears, that he's been lying to you this entire time. All while fucking you in your bed, sleeping in your bed. Playing you like a fucking idiot, and you let him, just like you let every other sleaze before Yuji.

"You're a fucking liar," you say, voice trembling as everything spills over, fed up with all the lies. Fed up with letting pricks like him walk all over you. "Honestly, it's my fault, because for some stupid fucking reason, I let myself think you were different."

He takes a step forward, "Just let me explain, please," he pleads, eyes glassy as tears slip down his cheeks. "Please, just– if you'd come home with me–"

"Come home with you!?" You're almost hysterical when the tears spill over. "Why? That way, you can lie to me again, so I'll sleep with you?"

That hits him harder than any blow ever has, your words cutting deep as he takes it all, knowing he deserves it, that he should've never lied to you in the first place.

"You were never that for me."

"Yeah?" You quickly wipe your tears with your arm, laughing bitterly. "What else?"

"Please, stop…" the words come out in broken sobs—he can't stand this, can't stand the hurt look he put on your face. "I need you."

"You know what?" You can't even look at him anymore, "I'll make it easy for you," you swallow hard. "I'll go. Since you can't stop lying to me for a single fucking second. Can't even give me that little bit of decency after stringing me along."

You turn, and his hand catches your wrist, "I–"

You jerk your hand away, "It's over, Yuji."

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Yuji felt like such a perverted loser, so pathetic jerking off with the panties he snuck from your house. The lacey fabric gripped tight around his cock, whimpering as he fucks his fist.

God, it was so fucking wrong—so fucked up for him to be getting off to you when you hate him, wanting absolutely nothing to do with him. And still, he can't move on. Still stuck on you, too afraid to even wash his sheets, worried he might lose the last lingering trace of you.

His grip around his cock tightens, hips bucking as milky white leaks out, coating his hands, ruining your pretty lacy panties. He brings the fabric to his nose—his eyes rolling back when he smells you, his cock twitching against his abs.

And when he's finally coming down, it hits him all at once. The reality that he'll never have you like that again. The one bit of happiness in his life, and he went and fucked it up, driving you away. And the worst part is knowing he hurt you. But maybe it's better this way? Without him, you won't get hurt anymore.

But christ, he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss you. Didn't want you in the most selfish ways. To the point he couldn't focus on anything, taking cheap blows in fights, finding it hard to concentrate on anything other than you.

Not to mention how utterly pathetic it is when he always ends up in the same place—just close enough to your house to go unnoticed as he stands there, making sure you're okay. And it breaks him the first time he sees it, you falling apart in your friend's arms, struggling to hold it together over the pain he caused. He thought he did everything in his power to keep you safe, but in the end, he was the one to hurt you. 

Tonight, he's at your place again, closer than normal, finding himself standing at your doorstep. His hand briefly lingers in the air for a moment as he takes a sharp inhale, before knocking on the door. It's stupid, really, and he knows it. But he still finds himself hoping against all logic and reason that you'll open it—that you'll just hear him out for a second. Anything, as long as you don't walk away from this believing you meant nothing to him. 

The door opens, your eyes widening as you see him, immediately trying to shut the door in his face. He stops it, palms flat against the other side, foot wedged between the crack, keeping it open. He knows how crazy he looks, and he hopes he's not scaring you, but fuck if you'd just listen.

"Yuji, quit." You say, straining against the door, desperately trying to close the gap.

He doesn't budge, not even breaking a sweat as he holds the door in place. "Please," he says, voice already breaking. "Just give me a few minutes."

"It's over." You're shaking your head, tears welling in your eyes—why is he doing this to you? Coming into your life after you finally learn how to breathe without him, starting to move on with your life.

And here he is again, undoing all of it. Breaking your heart all over again, like every time he shows up, you're right back where you started.

Your name slips out of him in a choked sob. "Please, just let me in." Tears stream down his face as he pleads with you. "I'm not leaving until you listen."

You open the door at that, "are you kidding me!?"

He steps inside anyway, even as you shoot daggers at him with your tear streaked face, fuming.

"I know I'm an asshole," he says quickly, wiping his face on his arm. "I know I'm confusing, infuriating—"

"An idiot."

"Yeah," he lets out a shaky breath, "an idiot. It's all my fault, too, for thinking I could protect you without hurting you in the process."

"Protect me? From what?" Your voice cracks, "Yuji, you ruined me."

"Don't say that," his voice is barely above a whisper, eyes puffy and red as the tears continue to pour. "Fuck…"

You step back further into your house, letting him in. Not able to stand looking at him like this, barely holding himself together, like he's a second away from falling completely apart in front of you.

"I'm not a boxer," he blurts out.

"I know," you say flatly, the ache in your chest knotting at the reminder.

"And I wanted to tell you," he continues, running a hand through his hair, racking his brain for the simplest way to put it, "it's going to sound insane, but…" He braces himself as the words leave his lips, "I'm actually a Jujutsu Sorcerer."

You're at a loss for words as you blink at him, not believing a single word coming out of his mouth. "...a what? Are you fucking with me right now?"

He shakes his head, "I promise I'm not." he knows how ridiculous this all sounds, but you deserve the truth. "There's these things called cursed spirits, that normal people can't see. But I can… and I have to fight them, it's actually how I got the scar."

You look at him with disbelief written all over your face. "There's no way you actually expect me to believe that."

"I don't," He blinks away the tears pricking his eyes, "But I was scared, you'd get roped into my shit. That I'd get you hurt, it's why I lied. Thinking, if I just kept you hidden, nothing bad would happen to you." His voice cracks again, "I was only trying to protect you because… I love you."

You still, your voice barely above a whisper. "Love me?"

His eyes widen as the realization hits him, but fuck, he means every bit of it. He loves you so much it hurts, so much that admitting it has another stream of tears falling, because how is he going to move on with his life, once you're gone.

"More than anything," he admits, reaching for your hand, taking it loosely in his. "I wasn't just saying things when I said my life was falling into place around you."

He steps closer now, slow and careful like he's afraid that if he moves too fast, he might scare you.

"You're not messing with me?" you ask, fluttering your lashes up at him as he closes the distance.

"No, baby." He says, cupping your face in his hands, "I promise."

Your eyes search his, knowing, as crazy as it sounds, that you believe him.

"I know it sounds insane," he admits, "and none of it makes any sense right now. But I can explain it all with time. Show you everything you need and more, no more hiding."

Tears prick your eyes, "Yeah?"

"Yeah," he nods, pressing his lips to yours. "I'll never hide you again, never make you feel like you're worthless. Fuck I love you so much."

You melt, your body molding perfectly into him, as your lips crash against his, and for once, everything in your life is falling into place. And for a moment it feels like if fate really does exist, this one wouldn't be so bad.

divider creds: @/anitalenia @/dividers-are-us @/saradika-graphics & fanart by @/lloeydd