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Lovestruck!Yuji who just had to find out more about you, but was quickly whisked away by his classmates to convene and make plans for the upcoming event. Though he had to admit, he wasn’t contributing much as his mind kept wandering back to you. He was immediately drawn to your demeanor, you weren’t as standoffish as the other Kyoto students and that already said a lot about you.

Lovestruck!Yuji who made an effort to find you during the event, only to be confronted by the other Kyoto students. When he realized they were targeting him directly, he couldn’t help but feel a bit defeated. If your classmates were targeting him for whatever reason, did that mean you held the same contempt for him?

Lovestruck!Yuji who, even after the events of the attack during the goodwill event, still couldn’t keep his mind off of you. He was ecstatic to find out that the next activity would be baseball, maybe he would finally get the chance to get to know you!!

Lovestruck!Yuji who embarrassingly fumbles over his words when he finally gets the chance to talk to you, thanks to Todo. You stare at him, almost unnervingly, as he nervously fumbles his way through half an introduction.

Lovestruck!Yuji who almost faints when you smile sweetly and introduce yourself to him. Gosh, he was utterly entranced just by the way you talked. Somehow he managed to get your number into his phone, though he’s not aware how because he’s pretty sure he blacked out halfway through the interaction.

Lovestruck!Yuji who keeps staring at your new contact in his phone, grinning like an idiot. He’s definitely texting you as soon as he gets to his dorm. Yeah, he’s definitely whipped.

Pairing: Nerdjo x fem!reader Content: college au, tutor Gojo, 18+ smut, p in v, eating out, fingering, both reader and gojo drink a little alcohol but everything is with consent. Satoru kinda flip flops between nerd and awkward frat guy. w.c 3.8k!

You sit at a table at your campus library, the soft afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows and casting a light glow over the space. Across from you sat your tutor, Satoru Gojo, hunched over a textbook while scribbling down some problems for you to do. It’s not like you wanted to be here studying complex math equations until your head spun, but your professor was an old-fashioned lady who wouldn’t take no for an answer when she set you up with Satoru as your tutor. It’s not like you could blame her though, math wasn’t your strongest subject and she was just trying to be helpful.

You couldn’t complain either, the guy was practically a genius in your eyes and you’d actually learned something with him.

And he wasn’t bad to look at either. You watched him write, his long slender fingers gripping the pencil as his arm flexes slightly. He nibbles on the bottom of his pink lips as his brows furrowed in concentration, his long white lashes fluttering beneath his glasses that had now slid down his nose slightly. Your eyes wander up the length of his arms, he ditched his usual hoodie in favor of a black Digimon graphic t-shirt, and you weren’t complaining. Who would’ve thought that hidden underneath all of those hoodies Gojo was actually pretty built. Your eyes traced the muscles of his sculpted bicep up to his boyish jawline, and his deep blue eyes-

“Um, did you hear what I just said? Are you even listening?” That immediately snapped you out of your thoughts as you meet his gaze with a sheepish smile. He adjust his glasses and looked at you impatiently, obviously not amused. You couldn’t help yourself though, he’s too easy.

“Oh Gojo give me a break!! I feel like we’ve been here for hours, go easy on me, not everyone can be as smart as you.” You muster up your best sad face, which looks more stupid than anything, while he just stares at you, a light flush dusting his cheeks as he processes the compliment.

“It’s only been 20 minutes…” he mutters, but you can already see him giving in as he taps the pencil against the textbook and looks at you, waiting for your next move. You lean in close, ready to mess with him.

“Is that a new shirt? You’re always wearing hoodies and oversized clothing, it’s a nice change, you shouldn’t hide all this…maybe you could actually get a girlfriend instead of hanging around those dungeons and dragons guys all the time.” His breath hitches as you lean in close, too close, so close actually that you could smell the body wash he used, a minty Christmas tree adjacent scent.

He lets out an indignant huff, leaning back back in his chair and stretching his arms back, his shirt riding up a little, just enough for you to notice the defined v-lines of his torso that lead down into his pants.

A light scoff escapes him as he notices your gaze.

“Just for that, twenty more practice problems before the end of our session.” He pushes the textbook in front of you and you groan at the sight. Just when you were starting to weasel your way out of studying too. While you were begrudgingly doing problems, you missed the way he fiddled with the hem of his shirt and snuck fleeting glances at your features.

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Your brain is in shambles and your fingers are cramping from the amount of revisions he made you do, part of you believes it was on purpose, a punishment for trying to get out of studying. Can he blame you though? Who wants to spend their Friday evening studying with some nerd in the library, even he was a great eye candy distraction.

In a stroke of utter genius, well in your opinion anyway, an epiphany strikes you. What better way to forget about studying than to go to that huge frat party you’ve been hearing about all week?

The frat house is stuffed to the brim with arrogant jocks, deceptively charming frat boys and their sorority girl counterparts, and anyone else who has managed to squeeze themselves in. The walls are littered with haphazard attempts at decorations, cheap dollar store banners and blown up balloons, confetti scattered around the floor. You walk through the crowd, greeting people you recognized on your way to the kitchen to grab a drink, passing by the makeshift dance floor in what you could only assume what was supposed to be the living room.

Looking over the available drinks makes you wish you brought your own thermos of literally anything else. Boxes of cheap beer filled the fridge, or you could always go for a cup of the mysterious jungle juice in the punch bowl, a weird orange-yellowish color with poorly cut slices of lime floating around in it.

While you decide which drink will be your executioner for the night, someone’s gaze lands on you from across the room. Gojo’s sharp blue eyes widen behind his glasses. For a second, he freezes like he’s calculating whether to bolt or play it cool.

Then, with an awkward half-smile and a nervous tug at the strap of the tank top he’s wearing. A tap on your shoulder and a familiar voice pulled you from your thoughts.

“Uh…hey! Didn’t think I’d see you here…” His voice is quieter than usual, less sassy and a bit more flustered. “You… came to study me or something?” He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, that was clearly an attempt at a joke. After recovering from the shock of seeing your nerdy tutor at a frat party, dressed in a tank top no less, you

“You of all people are the last person I’d expect to see at a party. I assumed the most action you got was going to dungeons and dragons campaign or something” you bite your bottom lip as you hold back a smile, watching his expression morph into an offended frown.

“Okay first of all, what is your thing with saying I play D&D like that’s an insult?? Secondly, I’m a Dungeon Master, not that you’d know anything about rolling a nat 20.” You purse your lips.

“You seriously just proved my point about you being a total nerd, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. But I’m curious, what are you doing here?”

He leans in closer, his usual sass he carries himself with giving way to a more confident demeanor. He takes a beer from a cooler behind you, getting a little too closer before stepping back, and takes a swig of it.

“What? You think nerds can't have fun too?Am I not allowed to party like a normal person? You think I just spend my free time studying or something? Like I don’t have a life outside of tutoring your ungrateful ass.” His biting words and playful sneer caught you off guard. This side of him was something you’ve never seen before, not that it was a bad thing of course.

“This version of you is…interesting to say the least. I’m kind of into it if we’re being honest here…”

His smirk falters for a second, as if he didn’t expect you to like this version of him. He recovers fast, leaning in just enough that you catch the faint scent of cheap frat party beer.

“Oh? So now I’m interesting? I might start acting like this during our tutoring sessions so you actually pay attention.” A beat. Then he blinks, realizing what he just said and his ears go pink. It’s like he’s flip flopping between two sides of himself.

The night is filled with drinking games and bad jokes that don’t land every time. All throughout, though, there’s this underlying current of tension. His eyes follow you around the room, lingering a touch too long on your body, his smile a bit too wicked for the nerd you thought he was. You dance, drink, and laugh far more than you thought you would. Satoru seems different now, as if his usual serious exterior has peeled away to reveal something more relaxed… and undeniably attractive.

The boundaries between you two begin to blur. You and Satoru do shots, dance together, share stolen glances, each glance lasting just a little too long before one or both of you look away. Every time he touches you, to move closer on the dancefloor or brush a strand of hair from your face, the touch lingers on your skin, leaving you wanting more.

At one point you stumble back from the dance floor after one too many shots, only for his arm to shoot out like a human seatbelt.

“Easy there, supernova.”

He leans against the wall to steady you and his glasses are crooked as he watches you over the rim of his beer bottle.

“You keep looking at me like that,” he mutters, “and I’m gonna start thinking you actually enjoy my company.”

A beat passes.

“…Or maybe something else.”

“Something else?” You mutter, looking up and giving him your full attention.

His breath hitches for a second. He sets his beer down with too much precision, like he’s stalling.

“Yeah. Something else.” His eyes are locked onto yours behind those stupid glasses.

“Like how you keep biting your lip when I’m talking… or how you ‘accidentally’ brush against me every time someone bumps into us.”

He steps closer, his towering frame casts a shadow over you as he tilts his head, smirk cocky but also tentative, like he’s testing the waters.

“You gonna make me spell it out?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer, gently taking your wrist and pulling you through the crowd of partying students. You find yourself in a hallway with fewer people. He leans against a closed door, tugging you gently so you’re practically chest to chest, the heat from his body almost burning. His glasses are askew again, but he doesn’t bother straightening them. He looks almost bashful when he realizes how bold he was being, but he doesn’t back down. Instead, his grip on your wrist forms, his thumb pressing gently on your pulse point. Is it just you, or did the temperature in this hallway go up by like, ten degrees?

He studies your face with a sort of intensity you’ve never seen before. His other hand cups your jaw, fingers trembling just the slightest.

“This is a bad idea,” he mutters. “God, this is such a bad idea.”

And yet, you go for it anyways, leaning in enveloping his lips in a soft kiss while using your body weight to hold him against the wall.

He makes a sound that’s somewhere between a whimper and a moan, hands dropping to your waist as he returns the kiss like a starving man. His body seems to mold itself to yours as you press him against the wall, his hands roaming over your body like he’s committing it to memory.

His lips are surprisingly soft against yours, one hand comes up to cup the back of your neck, the other wrapping around your waist and pulling you against him.

He nips at your bottom lip, his teeth teasing as his tongue runs across the seam of your mouth like he’s begging for more.

One of your hands runs up the expanse of his muscular back and tangles itself in his soft locks, tugging at it.

He groans against your lips and the way you pull at it makes him shudder, his fingers tightening on your waist like he’s holding onto the last bit of his self restraint.

“Fuck—” His voice is wrecked already, breath ragged as he breaks the kiss just to stare at you with blown-out pupils.

He stares at you for a moment. Then his mouth crashes back into yours like a man starved.

His hands slide beneath the hem of your shirt, fingers skating over the soft skin of your stomach. His mouth travels down to your neck and lips are hot against your skin, teeth grazing just enough to leave you wanting more.

He suddenly breaks the kiss, panting slightly as he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. His expression is a mix of desire and something almost vulnerable.

“My room’s upstairs, If you… y’know. Wanna keep this going.”

There’s no smirk now, no teasing glint in his gaze, just him as he waits for your answer. Like he needs to hear you say it before either of you takes another step.

You nod wordlessly, a little taken aback that you’ve actually gone this far, but you’re not mad about it.

His breath catches and for a second he just stares, eyes wide behind his crooked glasses.

Then, with a shaky exhale, his hand finds yours and laces your fingers together as he tugs you toward the stairs. The party noise fades behind you both as he leads the way up to the second floor

The door clicks shut behind him when you two finally reach his room. A lamp that sits on his bedside table casts a soft, dim glow, there’s textbooks stacked haphazardly on a desk, and an unmade bed takes center stage.

His eyes dart around the room, taking in the mess of dirty clothes and half-empty coffee cups. He rubs the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze.

“Uh... ignore the mess. Wasn’t expecting guests.” His cheeks flush slightly, though you’re not sure if it’s from the alcohol or his embarrassment.

“I didn’t know you lived in the frat house…so you’re a frat boy then??”

He shrugs, letting go of your hand to snake a hand through his already messy hair.

“Not exactly something I advertise, y’know? Nerdy guy lives with frat bros isn’t exactly a winning line.”

He clears his throat, shifting awkwardly for a second before his gaze finally lands on you. He looks almost… nervous, which is a sharp contrast to the confident persona he had just moments ago downstairs.

He steps closer but hesitates, he isn’t sure how to proceed now that you’re both alone in his room with the door shut. The air feels more charged now, tension thick enough to slice with a knife. He wets his lips, eyes flicking between your face and the bed almost unconsciously.

You see his crumbling demeanor and sigh internally. It’s almost cute, seeing how he switches between confident and sheepish. You step closer, placing your hand on his chest as you ease him down onto the bed.

He lets out a soft exhale of breath as you push him backward, his arms flailing slightly before landing on the mattress with a clumsy thud. He stares back at you with wide eyes, glasses nearly slipping off his nose as he tries to process the fact that you just sat him down like he’s a puppy to be tamed.

“W-Wait—” His voice cracks halfway through, “I was supposed to be cool about this.”

You straddle his lap and press a tentative kiss to his lips, then decide to leave a trail down the column of his neck to his collarbone. He sucks in a shuddering breath and lets out a low whine.

You gently remove his shirt. His chest is solid, muscled from hours of strength training. His abs flex as he lifts his body, helping you slip his tank top off. His skin is smooth and warm. He opens his eyes, staring up at you with a kind of dizzy intensity.

His hands find yours, guiding them to his chest. His breath hitches as you explore the defined planes of his torso, and he lets out a soft groan when your fingers trail down toward the waistband of his jeans.

He shifts slightly, sitting up so your hips are almost flush against his as his hands grip your thighs. His thumbs slip under the hem of your top, skimming across your bare skin with a slow, deliberate pressure that makes you shiver.

His voice is almost a purr mixed with a slight whimper. “Can I… take this off?” You nod. His fingers are surprisingly gentle as he slowly pulls the material over your head. He drops your shirt on the floor, his gaze roaming over your exposed skin like he’s trying to memorize every inch. His eyes linger on the curve of your chest, his tongue darting out unconsciously to wet his lips.

“You’re gorgeous. Like, unfairly so.”

After fumbling to unclasp your bra, he uses his strength to flip your positions, gently laying you down on your back, so he’s hovering over you.

“I wanna take care of you. Let me do that, okay?”

He lowers his head, his tongue tracing a path down your neck, between your breasts, all the way down to your navel. His mouth reaches the waistband of your pants, his fingers undoing the button as his teeth pull down the zipper. He pulls down your pants, watching your expression the whole time in case you want him to stop. He slides your panties down your legs, leaving you completely bared to his heated gaze. He lowers his head, his mouth pressing hot, wet kisses up your inner thighs.

"Fuck, you're so wet already" he moaned, his fingers spreading your folds apart as he has to bite his bottom lip to suppress a whine. He lifts one of your legs over his shoulder as he presses a soft kiss to your inner thigh. He steels himself, and inches closer until his soft, plump lips make contact with your slit as he presses increasingly desperate kisses to it.

Your hand immediately finds a place in his hair, tugging at the white locks as you let out a high-pitched sound. This immediately egged him on, as his mouth found its way to your clit, tongue circling around it as he looked up at you through his long, white lashes, desperate to hear more sounds of approval from you to know he was doing good. Your thighs instinctively clamp around his head, but that doesn’t deter him. He takes your bud in between his lips and sucks on it, starting out gentle but quickly going harder once he hears the squeals that pass through your lips.

“Am I doing good? Do you like this? Please…” he whimpers into your clit as his half-lidded eyes find yours for approval.

You can only respond in a short “yes yes…please keep going..!” between pants as your chest rose and fell.

He lights up at that, burying his face even deeper into you if that was even possible. He’s practically drooling as he switches between lapping at your fluttering hole and clit, a mix of your slick and his drool in a thin layer on the bottom half of his face. He collects some of your slick on two of his fingers and brings them up to his lips, groaning when the taste reaches his tongue. He uses those same fingers and gently slides them into your heat, whining again once he feels you squeeze.

“You’re so tight…imagine how you would feel around my cock.” You swear he almost creamed his pants right there.

Any thoughts you had of teasing him were quickly thrown out the window once he began pumping his fingers in and out, curling them in just the right way that hits the spot that makes you squirm and whimper out loud. He leans in close as he keeps that same rhythm, his breath ghosting over your ear, “please, finish for me, please?” He can’t help but whine as he feels you clamp down even harder on his fingers at that.

“Mmph- I-I’m so close…gonna cum!!” His lips envelope yours, swallowing every sound that comes out of your mouth. Your orgasm finally hits, walls clamping down so hard you swear he thought it was his cock inside of you instead of just his fingers. He removes his fingers from inside you and puts them into his mouth, sucking on them as he groans.

Your chest rises and fall as you pant, coming down from your high and noticing the bulge that has formed in his pants. He follows your gaze and flushes slightly when he realizes what you’re looking at. He unbuckles his belt, dropping his pants as well as his boxers, leaving the sight of only his hard cock. Its long, with at least two veins running up the shaft from where you can see. The top is flushed an angry red as it leaks beads of precum.He pressed forward, the head of his cock barely slipping inside your wet heat. He moaned at the feeling, his hands finding and squeezing your hips as a way to ground himself.

He thought he was gonna lose himself on the first thrust, let a series of some whimpers escape his lips as he felt the warmth from your walls surrounding his sensitive cock. Your arms wrap around his neck as you moan, the feeling of him stretching you out was almost mind-numbing.

Satoru leaned down, making sure to bury his head in your neck as he focused on his thrusts. He panted heavily, trying to keep a steady pace as he felt himself lose it a little.

"F-Fuck..."He muttered to himself, biting his lip to muffle his moans. He tried his hardest to keep his cool, but it seemed like you were making it impossible for him to do that at all.

He folded your legs close to your chest and went impossibly deeper, his mushroom tip hitting that spot that made you see stars every time. Already sensitive from your first orgasm, it wasn’t long until you felt that knot in your stomach tighten once again, your nails scratching down Satoru’s back as you threw your head back. The pain only made him groan as he sped up.

“You gonna cum for me, pretty girl? Yeah? Me too, please, wanna feel you cum around my cock.”

And when you finally finish, your walls spawning around him, the feeling makes Satoru unravel right there and he pulls out, thick hot white ropes of cum painting your breasts and torso as he pants like he just ran a marathon. His eyes are dazed and glassy as he admires your disheveled form, the way your cheeks are flushed and the thin sheen of sweat that coats your body.

He leans in and places a gentle kiss to your forehead before collapsing beside you, still trying to regain some strength to be able to say a few word to you.

“You did so good for me.” You murmur as your hand reaches out to run through his hair, his bangs sticking to his forehead. His eyes look up at you like a puppy dog’s, still tired but watching your every move. He manages to sit up, steadying himself on his palms.

“Maybe you could come here for our next tutoring session..?”

content: 18+, explicit sexual content, hair pulling, smut, wife!reader

It had been another long day at the office for salaryman!Nanami, even worse he had to come home later due to the dreaded overtime his boss dumped on him last minute. When he did eventually get home, the first thing he did was seek out his pretty little wife, his only motivation for getting through the work day. 

He comes up behind you as you’re making dinner in the spacious kitchen Nanami worked so hard everyday to pay for. When you hear his footsteps you turn around and chirp a delighted “Welcome home honey!” before you pause and notice the look in his eye. He looks more stressed and agitated than usual, and you can’t help but feel for him. Suddenly, you get an idea.

You put a hand up to his chest and rub it slowly, cooing at him. “It seems like you had a hard day hmmm?” He can only grunt in response, clenching his fist slightly as he remembers what a pain in the ass his boss was today, but he was also clenching to try and hold back. He knows that if he gets his hands on you now, he won’t be able to restrain himself. But at the same time, it would be a good stress relief…

You tilt your head to the side slightly, noticing his restraint and conflicted expression that is written across his face. You sigh, your hand running up his chest to massaging his shoulder lightly. “You know I’m here to support you right? Whatever you need.”

So that’s how you ended up in this position, literally, bent over the kitchen island absolutely getting your guts rearranged. Nanami’s hands have a tight, almost bruising, grip on your waist as he pounds into you from behind. He’s lifted up your shirt so you can feel the beads of sweat from his forehead drip onto your back. Every time his hips connect to your ass a loud smack can be heard that resounds throughout the house. Your eyes are watering from the sheer stretch and the way he manages to reach to deep inside of you. Your walls squeeze around him with each thrust as you let out loud whines and breathy moans, clawing at the granite countertop for any sort of stability. 

Nanami effortlessly tilts your hips up so your back is in an arch and he somehow reaches even deeper inside of you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every powerful thrust. This makes you let out even louder, more high pitched moans as you can feel the knot in your stomach start to unravel. Nanami seems to sense this, and leans down to grunt into your ear, his back pressing into yours and practically closing any remaining distance between the two of you. 

“You’re taking me so good my love, fuck, you really know how to help a man out hm? Such a good wife for me.” He groans into your ear, one hand reaching up from your waist to tug on your hair to lift up your head. He sees your tear-streaked cheeks and press a long, hot kiss to your lips which swallows up your moans. 

You can feel yourself about to come undone, and you whine out to him. “K-kento!!” You whine, “I’m so close…!!” At that moment you feel yourself finally let go, soaking Nanami’s work pants and some of the floor. He doesn’t stop however, just keeps fucking you even harder.

Needless to say, dinner burned and you two ordered takeout. 

credits to @hyuneskkami for the divider!!

You and Yuji have been dating for around 8 months now. Overall the relationship has been great, he’s really sweet and attentive to all your needs and emotions. 

Which is why you’re torn. You’re currently snuggled up to Yuji’s side, watching a corny horror movie that he found on some horror enthusiast forum. You absentmindedly have your attention towards the tv in Yuji’s room, but you find your gaze drawn to the pin up poster on your boyfriend’s wall. Yeah sure it bothered you when you first started dating, but you just brushed it off as you hadn’t been with Yuji for very long. But now in a few months you guys were going to reach a year together, and he still hadn’t taken it down. You’re torn between saying something about it or just letting it go, because at the end of the day you couldn’t decide whether this was a big enough deal to make a fuss over.

Yuji notices your slightly distracted gaze and calls out to you.

“Hey, you seem distracted, what’s up?” You sign at him, looking up into his loving eyes. “Well it’s that stupid poster of yours, it’s looking at me weird.” He pauses, processing what you just said before chuckling slightly “Come on,” He says, a cheeky tone in his voice as he adjusts his position to make room for you on his lap. He lifts you up with ease and settles you comfortably against him. “Don’t look at that. Look at me instead, yeah? Or at least watch the movie so we can talk about it after!”

You narrow your eyes at him slightly, this was obviously meant to be some sort of distraction. You wouldn’t give up that easily. “Okay but why don’t you take it down?? It’s not like it’s a statement piece of decoration either, and you have a girlfriend now, so what is it??” You huff at him, a little bit out of annoyance but always embarrassment at your own jealousy seeping through your words. It’s just a poster, yet it still rubbed you the wrong way, especially after learning of Yuji’s type from his friend Todo’s big mouth, and how the girl on the poster fit that description perfectly.

“Well… I…” Yuji pauses, his grip around your waist tightening sheepishly. “I honestly forgot about it. It’s been up there for so long, I’m used to not seeing a blank space there. Why? Does it… annoy you or something?”

You purse your lips, trying to regulate your thoughts before you say something stupid. “I mean look at her, her ass is bigger than mine, you like looking at that poster before bed or something?” This makes him choke. “No it isn’t!” He denies immediately, his hands clenching around your waist nervously. “She’s just posing like that, y’know, to make it look bigger.” He looks at you almost pleadingly for you to drop it, he knows how you can be. However, now instead of being angry you’re more amused, Yuji was too easy to mess with and this was way more entertaining than the movie Yuji had put on anyways. You smile slightly before responding, “Oh I see, you think she’s prettier than me. I get it, it’s fine.”

This causes Yuji to stiffen in panic, he had to fix this or distract you somehow so that you wouldn’t blow this out of proportion. “No! Y-You know y-you’re prettier!” Yuji rushes to say, bringing you closer so that you’re straddling his waist. His hands grip firmly onto your plush thighs. Yuji sighs in exhaustion, giving you an exasperated look, his hands sliding up the sides of your torso, his thumbs grazing over your ribs. “I’m telling you, I genuinely forgot about it. And I mean it– you’re prettier than her. You’re so much prettier than her.”

You resign, satisfied with the mini-heart attack you’ve given to your poor sweet boyfriend. What you didn’t expect however was for him to bring his face closer to yours and whisper into the crook of your neck. “Let me show you how pretty I think you are.”

Needless to say, the poster was replaced with a Human Earthworm 2 poster the next day. 

pairing: Yuji x fem!reader

warnings: none!

For the first years of jujutsu tech it had been a normal day with no missions or training, leaving them to their own devices. As a trio they went out to the streets of Tokyo as they usually did, with Nobara dragging the two boys along with her to hold her shopping bags. However, at one point Yuji subtly slipped away from them, muttering something about seeing the new Human Earthworm movie. Nobara and Megumi didn't think too much of it, especially since neither of them were particularly fond of those movies anyways.

Later, while walking around trying to find something to eat after Nobara's shopping spree and Megumi's forced accompaniment, they spot a familiar tuft of pink hair sitting inside a cafe. Only, he wasn't alone. Someone who could only be described as the personification of a storm cloud sat across from him, listening as he chattered on and on about anything and everything.

Megumi and Nobara could only gawk at the sight. Surely Yuji wasn't on a…date?! Nobara immediately dragged Megumi to Yuji's table to see what was up.

"Itadori!!!" Nobara started, "you never told us you had a girlfriend?!?!"

"Yeah, what's up with that?" Megumi chimed in quietly, watching as Yuji's face morphed into a sheepish smile. He cleared his throat, glancing towards you before replying.

"Fushiguro, Kugisaki, this is my lovely girlfriend Y/N. Y/N, these are my friends Kugisaki and Fushiguro from school!"

A beat of silence passes where no one says anything, you just look at each other for a moment.

"It's nice to meet you two finally, Yuji has told me a lot about you." You say flatly. Megumi and Nobara exchange a quick glance at your flat tone before greeting you back. Yuji, not sensing the awkwardness of the situation, chimes in.

"Yeah we've known each other since middle school, we were neighbors!" Yuji then proceeds to chatter on for the next twenty minutes about the movie you two saw together, life at jujutsu tech as a sorcerer, and anything else that happens to pop into his mind. Despite your initial standoffishness and apparent resting bitch face, Megumi can't help but notice how you hang onto every word Yuji is saying. The two of you together is almost comical, the embodiment of sunshine itself with someone who looks like balloons would pop in their presence. But, you two make it work, complimenting each other perfectly, creating a cute dynamic.

Eventually the four of you walk out of the cafe together, making plans for future meet ups. Upon talking to you more, Nobara and Megumi are certain that you're a good person, just a bit fiery is all. The four of you stop at a crosswalk about to cross when a car pulls up in front of you guys. It's Ijichi, along with Gojo in the passenger seat.

"Hey you three glad I found you, I-" he pauses when his gaze zeroes in on you next to Yuji, pinkies interlocked subtly, before smirking smugly, albeit with a bit of shock.

"Oh, young love I see? How my students grow up so fast!"

Yeah, Yuji isn't hearing the end of this at all, especially once the second years find out.

First time cuddling with Yuji

Yuji was sitting under a tree at Jujutsu Tech, staring up at the leaves dancing in the wind. It was a peaceful day, a light breeze maintaining a comfortable temperature outside. He let out a long sigh, closing his eyes as he tried to relax to the best of his ability. It had been a strenuous week. Gojo had been pushing everyone harder to reach their limits in rigorous training and sparring sessions.

As you walked over to the spot Yuji texted you to meet at, you were practically dead on your feet yourself from the training. His eyes flutter open as he hears footsteps coming up from behind. He perked up and started smiling as soon as he saw you, you could practically see his imaginary tail wagging. You plop down next to him, utterly exhausted from the rigorous training gojo sensei had been putting us through this week. Training with Maki was not for the weak. “Hey Yuji, I finally managed to drag myself over here.”

He chuckled at how tired you looked. "You okay there? I'm honestly surprised Maki didn't break you in half." He couldn't help but slightly chuckle at how exhausted and out of it you looked. Sitting next you her, he bumped his shoulder into yours. "At least it's Friday so we don't have to get up for training tomorrow morning." You subconsciously move closer to him so your thighs are touching. He looks back down at you as you get closer to him, a little surprised at the sudden change of the distance between you two but not minding.

“We should totally do something tomorrow to decompress” you start, “I know you’ve been wanting to see that new Human Earthworm movie…” You look up at him and notice the genuine grin spreading across his face. "Yeah? You wanna see it with me?" He chirps excitedly, his eyes already lighting up. You pause to think for a second. No, you don’t want to see the movie about earthworms. But you do want to make yuji happy and spend time with him. So, you nod and smile at him. “Of course!! I’d love to see it with you.”

The smile on his face grew larger and his brown eyes softened with fondness at your answer. "Great. Then it's a date." He playfully bumped his shoulder into yours with more strength and leaned on you slightly as an arm snaked around your waist to pull you closer. Being so close with Yuji, you can’t help but be a bit flustered. You’ve been dating for a few months sure, but you two usually just hugged or held hands. His arm wrapped around your waist was new, but not unwanted either.

Your cheeks flush slightly at the contact, not expecting it. Yuji notices your faintly rosy cheeks as he keeps his arm around your waist, bringing his other hand up and lightly pinching your cheek. "Aww, are you blushing? Don't tell me you're getting flustered, that’s so cute!!" He smirked, teasing you as he gently squished your cheek. You glance up at him, and you can’t help but subtly admiring his features.

“You know, I like being close with you like this. It’s relaxing and I can let my guard down with you.” You say softly. His expression softens at your statement, his hand on your waist moving up to fully wrap his arm around you. He pulls you even closer, close enough that he could feel your warmth and smell the faint scent of your body wash and shampoo. "Yeah. It is pretty relaxing." Yuji leans in a little, resting his head on top of yours.

Your eyes droop slightly. You’ve been waking up early almost everyday to get through this training week and it has definitely taken a slight toll on you. “I swear if I relax any further I think I might doze off.” You murmur, trying to keep your eyes open. Yuji couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at her statement. He could tell that you were tired, your words becoming almost mumbled and sleepy. He could feel you practically melting in his embrace. "Tired, huh?" He asks softly, raising a hand to lightly run his fingers through your hair. "You can take a little nap if you want. I don't mind." Yuji leaned back against the tree, bringing you with him so that your head was resting on his chest.

That was all you needed, you’re knocked out almost five minutes later, snoring against him and being totally relaxed, being comforted by his warmth. Yuji chuckled quietly when you immediately fell asleep. He kept his arm wrapped around your waist, his other hand still playing with your hair. He was glad that you felt comfortable enough to sleep soundly against him like this. The motion of Yuji running his fingers through your hair was not only soothing for you, but for him too. He finds himself dozing off not long after you, you two cuddling under the tree in a nap. Later, Megumi and Nobara found you two napping under the tree together and snapped a bunch of pictures, already planning on how to terrorize Yuji with these.

pairing: Yuji Itadori x fem!reader content: non-sorcerer au, characters are both in college and 18+, suggestive, making out, childhood best friend Yuji!

You’ve known Yuji since you two were kids, ever since he helped you up that one time in the first grade you’ve been attached at the hip. Your parents would invite Yuji and his grandfather for dinner and you would accompany Yuji to the hospital whenever his grandfather was in poor health. He’s always been there for you, through thick and thin, which is why you consider him to be one of your best friends. So it surprised nobody that during your college years you two would pitch in to get a small, cheap apartment together. 

In all of your years as friends you’ve been through a lot together, and seen a lot of each other as consequence. So when you’re  prancing around the apartment in only a tank tops and underwear, whining about the heat and how you two need to get a better air conditioner, Yuji doesn’t bat an eye, or so he thinks anyways. He really didn’t think about it, until he was smacked in the face with the realization that yeah, you were a pretty girl that he lived with, and not just the kid he used to pick worms out of the dirt with. You two had grown and changed, and with that Yuji saw you differently. He thought about the way your cute lacy underwear peeked out from the tanktop you wore earlier that day, and how it just barely covered your ass. He knew you wouldn’t dare wear something like that around someone else, which flattered him in a way. He was the only person who got to see you this vunerable, and it showed how much you trusted him, which is why he can’t help but feel a little guilty as he palms himself through his boxers, covering his mouth as he groans but trying to be as quiet as possible since you’re asleep in the next room.

You weren’t much better. Every time your friends would tease you about your relationship with Yuji, you would brush them off with a “he’s just a friend!!” or “aww he’s like a brother to me,” but when even his grandfather brought it up bluntly during a visit with him, your mind couldn’t help but wander. Whenever he would come home from spending time at the gym with Todo, his muscles would gleam from the sweat from his workout. But that wasn’t even the best part, after getting home he would immediately hop into the shower and come out in just a towel. The water would cascade down his body, highlighting his muscles in a way where you’d be crazy not to look. Besides, a little looking wasn’t illegal or anything… 

You two were having one of your usual stay-in movie nights together, where Yuji would pick some horror movie with cheap jump scares and you two would treat it as more of a comedy, laughing at the low effort special effects and predictable plot twists. Though, something was different today.

After getting some snacks, Yuji settled down comfortably on the couch next to you and reached for the remote. As he clicked through the movies, trying to find a semi decent one, you looked at him, really looked. Yeah you had to admit, he’s an attractive guy, with a nice side profile, entrancing smile, and….your eyes wandered down slightly, admiring his neck. Your eyes would continue to wander, admiring his broad shoulders, defined biceps, muscular calves…

Yeah, he definitely wasn’t that little boy from the first grade anymore.

You blink and turn your attention back to his face when he tries to get your attention. 

“Hey, how about this movie? 50/50 chance it might put you to sleep though, we’ll see.” He looked at you like a puppy trying to please its owner, waiting for your approval. You gulp, glad you didn’t get caught practically ogling him and you nod. “Sure, that sounds good. Whatever you want” you answer, trying to gather your bearings and act normally.

Yuji puts on the movie and smoothly gets into his usual position. You two usually cuddle up to each other when watching TV, it’s always been a norm for you. Yuji lifts your shirt up slightly to rest his hands on your waist as he lays his head on your stomach. His hands were so warm and large, the image of him using those hands to manhandle you crossed your mind more than once. 

You could feel his warm breath on your stomach, giving you goosebumps. You shift slightly, trying to get rid of the warm feeling bubbling in your stomach. He subconsciously tightens his grip on your waist to keep you from going anywhere, which honestly just made you hotter.

“Hey, everything alright? You uncomfortable?” he murmured, glancing up at you slightly. Your cheeks flush slightly at being caught, and you nod. “I’m good, just a bit warm in here…” He shrugs you off and his attention goes back to the movie. 

Later into the movie, a rather raunchy sex scene comes up which makes both of you glance around the room a little, making eye contact with the ceiling. But then, Yuji’s demeanor shifts and he looks up, making direct eye contact with you. You tilt your head to the side slightly, your silent way of asking him what’s up.

“Hey…have you ever had sex like that?? I mean…they’re really going at it huh?” He says, completely casually as if he’s discussing tonight’s dinner. Your jaw drops and your face flushes a fierce red. Why would he even say that?? 

“Umm…well I mean not like that I guess, it looks like they’re about to break the bed frame, ahah…” you shift awkwardly in your spot, resisting the urge to get up and run out of the apartment. Sure you and yuji were very comfortable with each other, but this is the first time he’s ever been so forward about such an intimate subject. He shrugs at your response. “Would you like to try it? I mean, it’s just me right? I trust you, and you trust me.”

Okay, your eyes almost bulge out of your head at this point. Yuji’s response almost sounded rehearsed, had he been planning this? Whatever the case, you stare at him wide eyed before coughing and swallowing thickly. “Are you being serious? Are you out of your mind?” The realization dawned on you that this isn’t some bad joke and he’s being dead serious. He shrugs casually again, “I mean, if you’re down for it…I guess.” Now he’s blushing too, his previous confident facade faltering slightly at your lack of a straight answer. You sigh, examining his expression. Yeah, he definitely rehearsed this. You can’t help but find the situation slightly amusing, it’s a ridiculous scenario that would only happen in some sort of fanfiction. But at the same time, you find this very endearing. The longer you stare at him the more nervous he gets, fiddling with the hem of your shirt and biting his bottom lip nervously. Even though he’s grown and changed, that bashful little boy from all those years ago still remained in him.

You tap his cheek lightly, a signal for him to move so you can sit up. He obliges, also sitting up and still staring at you. He coughs awkwardly and scratches the back of his neck. “You know what? Just forget it, that was a weird thing to say haha…”

You roll your eyes at this. He thinks he can get away with almost giving you a heart attack by backtracking? Absolutely not. Before he can say anything else, you place a hand on his knee, making direct eye contact. “No Yuji, it’s fine, really. I mean…I can’t lie and say I haven’t had the thought before…” you purse your lips, feeling your ears burn a bright crimson before you continue, “I mean we’re friends, you’re right that we should trust each other…if you still want to…” you run your eyes across his features, watching as his expressions goes through embarrassment, shock, and relief. He grins brightly, you swear if he had a tail it would be wagging right now.

“Ah, really?! You almost had me there, I totally thought you would get angry and call me a pervert or something with the way you were staring at me.” You shake your head at him, then get more bashful as you realize what you just agreed to. He notices this, and looks at you reassuringly. “Hey, it’s okay. If you don’t wanna do this, that’s fine. And…if at anytime you wanna back out I won’t be mad at you. You know I can’t get mad at this face anyways.” He reaches out and punches your cheek affectionately in an attempt to relieve some of your anxiety. You flick his forehead in response, but you have to admit his words and reassurance did help. “Yeah I know, I trust you. It’s just…how do we even start this? Can you maybe take the lead?” You cringe at your own words, realizing how silly you sound. But Yuji doesn’t think that, instead he nods.

“Yes of course, whatever you need. I’ll just start by…” He gently leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips to start. The feeling was warm and comforting, especially since you could smell his body wash from his proximity. He pulls back slightly to check your expression. When he sees your not uncomfortable or anything, he leans back in for another kiss, this time a little more desperate. One of his hands finds its way to your waist while the other one gently rests on your cheek. The hand on your waist pulls you two closer, only deepening the intimacy. His tongue licks your bottom lip, asking for entry which you quickly granted. His tongue slides past your lips and into your mouth, tasting you. It’s hot and needy. A groan leaves Yuji’s mouth as his grip on your waist tightens. He moans slightly into the kiss, already losing himself. The hand on your cheek slides down to the base of your neck, trying to get you even closer somehow. His head tilts as he deepens the kiss, before reluctantly pulling away for air, a thin string of saliva connecting your mouth to his.

He panted softly, trying to catch his breath. His gaze flickers across your face as if he’s taking you in. “…God you’re beautiful..” He couldn’t help but murmur, his hazel eyes staring down at you with adoration and adoration only. After making sure you’re okay, Yuji’s head dips down. His lips move from your mouth to trail along your jaw, placing feather light kisses along your skin as he moves.

“You’re so damn pretty…” He muttered against your neck. The light kisses he left against your skin become hungrier. Your breath hitches, the feeling of his lips against your neck starting to get to you and you can’t help but whine out his name weakly, already falling prey to the pleasure. Yuji is quick to respond to the sound of his name leaving your lips, looking up at you concerned before seeing your expression and realizing you’re enjoying this. With a newfound fervor, he continues enthusiastically. Yujis lips reach the place where your neck and shoulder meet and he starts sucking at your skin, a red mark already beginning to form. You squirm a little and let out a few small gasps as you felt his tongue lick over the mark that he left. Yuji’s hands slide down your waist, moving to his lap. His fingers hook to the hem of your shirt. 

“Can I?”

It’s an average chilly December evening and you’ve gone to a park near jujutsu tech with your boyfriend Megumi. In need of something to do after training and no missions for today, Megumi summoned his divine dogs so you two could take them out on a walk after a substantial amount of begging from you. Even though his birthday is in December, Megumi wasn’t a big fan of the cold. Winter was usually wet, uncomfortably cold, and slippery, which wasn’t ideal for doing anything except staying in bed where it was warm.

Megumi brings his hands together in a feeble attempt to warm them up, to no avail. The ends of his fingers and the tip of his nose were a rosy red due to the cold weather, it was a comical sight.

“Y/n, it’s cold, how much longer are we gonna be out here?” He grumbled, though he wasn’t really upset with you, how could he be? Despite the practically subzero temperatures he was enduring at the moment, he could give anything to see that smile on your face. You look up when he calls your name, previously preoccupied with playing around in the snow with Megumi’s Divine Dogs.

“Awwww c’mon Megs, look at how much fun they’re having! They love the snow and frankly it’s three against one.” Megumi glances down at his Divine Dogs playing in the snow and a small smirk made its way onto his face and his cold and aloof demeanor melted ever so slightly, he couldn’t help but find your joy endearing.

“They’re having fun while I’m freezing my ass off.” He replies, a slight frown on his face but there was no real malice behind it.

You smile up at him, that same pretty smile that he would do anything to see, because you know he’ll come around sooner or later. “So what? Look at how cute the babies are, you don’t wanna spoil their fun do you?” You bring the white divine dog in for a hug to soften Megumi’s heart, knowing that one is his favorite and using that to your advantage. He grumbles, trying to maintain his cold exterior though it was very obvious that he was warming up to the scene. “I can see right through you, you know you wanna join in on all this.” You tease, gesturing to the way the dogs were rolling around in the snow.

Megumi averts his gaze, embarrassed at how transparent he was. “Shut up, I don’t.” He mutters, still pretending to be cold and aloof though it was hard to deny the small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. The sight of the dogs playing in the snow was undeniably cute, and his affection for them didn’t help his case either. You eye him knowingly, a triumphant smirk gracing your face as you know you’ve won. He huffs, still trying to maintain his aloof demeanor though he could feel the last of his resolve crumbling. He couldn’t resist the temptation to join in the fun any longer.

“Fine, maybe I do want to join in.” He admits reluctantly, his cheeks dusted with a slight pink color. You light up at this, making eye contact with the dogs as if they could understand you. “The dogs will appreciate your company!” You chirp, happily fluffing up the snow next to you for Megumi’s comfort. He grumbles, moving towards the dogs and kneeling down in the snow next so them, his expression still grumpy though his eyes shone with a spark of excitement. Megumi tries to maintain his grumpy façade, but as the dogs swarm him, his façade crumbles and he breaks into a small, reluctant smile. He pats one of the dogs who jumps up to lick his face affectionately, and he can't help but let out a small chuckle.

"Alright, alright. Quit it, you guys." He says, feigning annoyance but failing to hide the fondness in his voice. The sight of seeing your usually stoic and reserved boyfriend finally letting loose and letting himself have fun brought a bright, proud smile to your lips. Megumi was caught by surprise by the lovely smile that spreaded across your lips, his heart gave a soft thump and his slightly rosy cheeks flushed an even darker shade of red due to the cold weather. It was a heartfelt moment, but now all you wanted to do was mess with him. You couldn’t help it, it was in your nature. You smirked mischievously, something that didn’t go unnoticed by him. He looked down into your eyes, his dark blue eyes scanning your face for a few seconds before he spoke again.

“What’s that look for..?” He asks in a quiet and slightly flustered tone. “Why don’t I warm you up? You said you were cold earlier, right?” Megumi’s eyes widened slightly at your suggestion and his heart picked up the pace in his chest. A strange feeling flutters inside his chest at the idea. “Warm me up?” He questions with a raised eyebrow, he tried to keep his expression neutral. Naturally, you open your arms out for him. The chances of this working are slim, as Megumi isn’t one for PDA. He glances towards your opened arms and hesitates for a moment, as if he’s considering his options in his mind. He lets out a deep sigh as he steps forward and hesitantly wraps his arms around your waist.

“I’m doing this because it’s cold…okay?” You take this opportunity to tightly wrap your arms around him suddenly. Megumi stiffens at the sudden contact, heat rising to his cheeks and he lets out a shaky sigh as you wrap arms around his waist. “You’re warm…this feels nice” he murmured. After a few seconds he lets go of the hug, most likely due to the embarrassment of potentially being spotted by anyone. But, he does intertwine his fingers with yours before putting your hand into his pocket. Suddenly, little snowflakes start to fall and coat you and Megumi, making for a scenic moment.

You two don’t say anything in the moment, just taking each other in before you reach up and press a soft kiss to his lips. His eyes soften even more if that’s possible and he squeezes your hand. Winters with Megumi are a gentle reminder of the beauty found in the quiet moments together.