#yuji brainrot

My favorite animal(s)

♡ Characters: Yuji Itadori x gn!reader ♡ Warnings: NSFW (18+), oral (receiving), fingering, switch-flip energy, soft to unhinged, possessive!Yuji, overstimulation, praise, reader is gender neutral (no pronouns, no anatomy), one (1) whimpery boy ♡ WC: ~1.3k ♡ Notes: My first attempt at gender neutral smut! Advice is welcome, hope it reads okay lol. Yuji gives such sweet boy energy but like… barely holding on. I wanted to play with that switch-flip tension and go from nervous to greedy. Please enjoy 💗

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The room was a haze of heat and dim light, the air thick with the faint musk of sweat and the sharp tang of desire. 

Yuji Itadori was on his knees before you, his broad shoulders hunched like a predator caught mid-pounce, his pink hair sticking to his forehead in damp, messy strands. 

He’d started so damn soft—too soft, really—his calloused fingers brushing your skin like you were spun glass, his lips ghosting over your collarbone with a tenderness that almost made you laugh. 

Almost. 

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he’d mumbled into the crook of your neck, voice shaky, like he was terrified of screwing this up. 

“Like—seriously, even if it’s just kinda too much, or almost too much, or—” 

You’d cut him off with a kiss, lips crashing into his, swallowing that nervous ramble whole. Because fuck, nothing he did could ever be too much—not when his hands trembled with reverence, not when he pressed open-mouthed kisses down your chest like he was worshiping you, not when he sank to his knees and stared up at you with those wide, honey-brown eyes, pupils already dilating, like you were the goddamn eighth wonder of the world. 

But then you let slip that tiny sound. A fractured gasp, high and needy, spilling out when his tongue flicked just right, tracing a hot, wet line across your inner thigh. It was barely audible, but it hit him like a fucking freight train. 

Yuji froze. Blinked up at you, lips parted, breath hitching. 

“…Was that—was that good?” His voice was still soft, but there was a crack in it, a hunger starting to bleed through. 

You nodded, chest heaving, words stuck somewhere between your brain and your throat. 

He blinked again, slow, like he was processing. 

“…That sound,” His tone dropped, rougher now, an octave lower, “you really liked that, huh?” 

His eyes locked onto yours, and you saw it—the switch flipping, the puppy-dog sweetness fading, replaced by something feral, something starving. Suddenly, he wasn’t asking anymore. He was taking. 

“Babe—babe, wait, I—” you stammered, but your hand was already twisting into the sheets as he yanked you back down, strong hands gripping your hips, pinning you to the mattress. 

His mouth was on you again, lower now, hungrier, tongue dragging slow and deliberate across your thigh, then dipping between your legs with a groan that vibrated through your core. 

“You sound so fucking good like that,” he muttered, words muffled against your skin, his breath hot and erratic.

“I didn’t think—I didn’t know I could make you sound like that…” 

His tongue pressed deeper, slick and relentless, lapping at you like he’d die if he stopped.

You tried to form a response—anything—but then he moaned, low and guttural, the sound rumbling against you, and your brain short-circuited, leaving you a trembling mess. 

“I wanna hear it again,” he rasped, pulling back just enough to look at you, his lips glistening, chin wet with you. 

His eyes were blown wide, dark with need. 

“I wanna hear you break. Just a little. Please.” 

His hands slid up your thighs, fingers digging in, possessive now, and before you could catch your breath, his mouth was back—sucking, licking, devouring—and you couldn’t stop the cry that tore out of you. 

“Yuji—!” 

It was a plea, a prayer, a fucking surrender, and he shuddered at the sound, his whole body tensing like he’d been electrocuted. 

“Fuck—please say my name like that again,” he begged, voice cracking, his hands shaking as they gripped you tighter. 

“I’ll go slow—I swear—just—fuck, I need to—” 

But slow was a lie. 

His mouth was relentless now, tongue plunging deeper, lips sealing around you, sucking hard enough to make your vision blur. You arched off the bed, thighs trembling, and he groaned again, louder this time, the sound raw and desperate, like he was getting off on this as much as you were. 

“Oh my God,” he whispered, pulling back for a split second, staring at the mess he’d made of you—your slick skin, your quaking legs, the way your chest heaved. 

“You’re gonna fucking kill me.” 

His hands slid under your ass, lifting you closer, and then he dove back in, tongue fucking into you with a pace that wasn’t gentle anymore—it was greedy. 

Your hands flew to his hair, tugging hard, and he whimpered —whimpered—a high, broken sound that made your stomach twist with heat. 

He didn’t stop. Couldn’t. His fingers joined in, two at first—thick, calloused, easing into you with a slow, deliberate push that had you gasping. 

“So tight,” he muttered, voice hoarse, lips brushing your heat as he spoke. 

“So fucking perfect.” 

He curled his fingers, hitting that spot that made your back bow, and you cried out again, louder, shameless. His mouth latched onto you, sucking hard, tongue flicking in time with his fingers, and the wet, sloppy sounds filled the room—lewd, filthy, perfect. 

“Yuji—fuck—please—” 

You didn’t even know what you were begging for anymore, too far gone, your whole body shaking as he pushed you closer to the edge.

His fingers sped up, pumping into you with a rougher rhythm, slick and dripping, while his tongue worked you over with a fervor that bordered on obsession. He was panting now, sweat beading on his brow, his own breath ragged as he chased every sound you made, every twitch of your body. 

“Cum for me,” he growled, voice low and commanding, a stark contrast to the soft boy who’d started this. 

“Wanna feel it—wanna taste it—please, babe, I need it—” 

His words tipped you over, and you shattered, a scream ripping from your throat as your orgasm hit hard, waves of pleasure crashing through you. Your legs clamped around his head, and he moaned into you, lapping up every drop, fingers still moving, drawing it out until you were a whimpering, oversensitive wreck. 

He didn’t stop there. Oh, no. Yuji crawled up your body, flushed and wild-eyed, lips swollen and shiny with you. His shirt was gone now—when had that happened?—his bare chest heaving, muscles taut and slick with sweat. 

“You’re so fucking hot,” he breathed, kissing your temple, your jaw, your mouth, his tongue slipping in to share the taste of you. 

“I—I maybe got carried away,” he admitted, sheepish for a heartbeat, but then you yanked him back down, kissing him hard, and his grin turned wicked. 

“More,” you whispered, voice wrecked, and his eyes darkened. 

“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he said, hands fumbling with his pants, shoving them down just enough to free his cock—thick, hard, leaking already, the tip flushed and dripping. 

He pressed it against you, teasing, sliding it through your slickness with a groan. 

“So wet—fuck, all for me?” 

He didn’t wait for an answer, just pushed in slow, stretching you open, and you both gasped at the feeling—him filling you, you clenching around him. 

He started gentle—always that damn sweetness—but it didn’t last. One thrust, two, and then he was fucking you, hips snapping with a rough, desperate pace, the bed creaking, headboard slamming against the wall. 

“You feel—so—fucking—good,” he panted, punctuating each word with a thrust, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. 

You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him deeper, and he whined—whined—high and needy, losing himself in you. 

“Say my name,” he begged, voice breaking, his thrusts turning sloppy, erratic.

“Please—fuck—say it—” 

You did, screaming it as he hit that spot again and again, and he shattered with you, a guttural moan spilling from his lips as he came, hot and thick inside you, his body trembling as he rode it out. 

He collapsed beside you, chest heaving, skin slick with sweat. 

“Holy shit,” he whispered, turning to kiss your shoulder, soft again, like the storm had passed. 

“You okay? Was that—uh—good?” 

You could only nod, still reeling, and he grinned, pulling you close, murmuring sweet nonsense as you both drifted down from the high.

He’d always make sure to bring you some little souvenirs when he’s on missions away, would always call to let you know he’s alright and to jnow you are okay as well. He’d answer your calls immediately. The amount of SAP that Sukuna would have to watch whenever you’re with Yuji.

No one can tell me that boy wouldn’t be the absolute most precious bf ever. You’re not feeling good? He’s there INSTANTLY. You’re sick? HE GETS YOU MEDS AND MAKES YOU FOOD. You just wanna get out and get fresh air? He’s by your side, basically carrying you anywhere you wanna go. You wanna see a silly movie that’s usually absolutely not his genre? He already bought the tickets for it, no worries.

I’ll die on that hill, yuji itadori would be the sweetest, gentlest, most perfect boyfriend and spoil you rotten with love and affection and compliments.

~ Nanami flowershop anon

ok ok ok here's just some cute random yuuji bf headcanons bc he doesn't get enough love and i am also an accomplice in that

even if he doesn't like your taste in music, he'll listen to all of your favorite artists just to be familiar with them. will also try to keep up with their socials enough to know when a new album is dropping or if they're going on tour. he'd happily go to that concert with you, too. you'd honestly never know he didn't even like the music lol

paints. your. nails. he'd start off by helping you with your dominant hand which can be a bit tricky, but eventually he's just so good at it and he finds it so calming that he just does it all for you.

definitely participates in your skin care routine just to have extra time to spend with you. then he realizes this stuff actually works and he enjoys that, too

he's ALWAYS stocked up on pads/tampons whatever your preference is, he gets exactly the kind you like and makes sure it never runs low

only makes his bed when he knows you're coming over

whenever he hugs you he can't help but pick you up and swing you around a bit. he definitely loves carrying you and just having you in his arms

will sing loudly in the shower, even if you're also there and trying to have some ~sexy bubble time~. if his jam comes on, all hope is lost.

his wallpaper is always you, but he does change the photos constantly. even daily. megumi tried to teach him how to use widgets for reminders, but yuji realized he could just have more photos of you :)

Yuujis friends would be in disbelief he even has a girlfriend but after seeing how equally…..eccentric they are they’d be like ooooooo this makes sense. His pet name would be Honey Bee/Bear, no one will let him live this down.

Todo would talk about her all the time but NOONE would believe he was being serious and thought it was another one of his delusions, after he shows a picture of you they then conclude he must be stalking her and get concerned (even Utahime is like 😟) and it ain’t until she runs into him and public and give him a kiss that they’re like “this fool was being serious 😭😭😭”

Haibara would only introduce her to Nanami, he wants to keep her as far away from the world of jujutsu as possible kinda like how he banned his sister from attending Tokyo tech. Again she matches his positive energy and always fussed about his injuries, Nanami would take a while to warm up to her but given she’s like a Haibara female clone he’d give in to eventually

And Megumi, Yuta and Shoko sneak bcs opposite attract and they’d deeply respects how passionate she is about her work and making the world a better place and who doesn’t love a good grumpy x sunshine. Additionally no one would believe they were actually dating at first.

HONEY LEMON FROM BIG HERO SIX SOOO UNDERRATED!! loved her the most since that movie came out <3 <3

i love your thoughts on all of these !!!!

yuji loves petnames!!!! nothing is too ooey gooey for him, he loves it when you call him anything but his actual name. even if it's for the first time too he'll perk up and react all the same- excited to listen to whatever you have to say i love this thought so much it's so perfectly him. love that he's going to get teased about it but MANS DONT CARE!!!!! his sweetheart just called him pookie in front of a crowd of people and if he had a tail it would be wagging!!!!!

(And when I say sick I dont mean the cute little sniffle-stuffed nose-kind of sick. I mean: Fever delirium, extreme coughing, headaches that are so painful you wanna badh your head against the wall and extremely unattractive throwing up everything you had inside you)

Starting with Gojo: he’s be kinda worried. I love that thought that the only thing that’d ever worry the strongest sorcerer is when you get sick like that. Because he doesn’t know what to do. He’d stay by your side at all times. Even if you tell him not to cause he’ll get sick too. Nah, he orders ijichi to bring an entire pharmacy while he takes care of you at home.

Megumi: in terms of taking care, He’d be just like Gojo but he’d worry a lot less since he knows that sickness will pass. He’s still devoted to stay by your side, holding you when you sleep. Although you tell him you feel disgusting, all sweat-through from the fever, THAT BOY AINT LEAVING YOU

Yuji: would panic. A lot. Of course he knows sickness passes, he’s not an idiot. But still. You look like you’re on the verge of death (what a charming thing to say to you), but he panics. He’d cook for you, and even if you couldn’t eat or if you throw it up, he wouldn’t be mad. He’d get you all the meds you need and makes sure you take them on time.

Choso: Definition of Panic. If you thought Gojo or Yuji panicked a lot, wait for him. As a cursed womb he doesn’t get sick, so he’s losing his mind when you suddenly get a fever and throw up. Poor boy has no fucking idea what’s wrong with you and he’s panicking HARD. But after the initial shock (and while you rest) he’d read through thousands of articles about human sickness, colds, viruses, etc. and he’s preparing every single home remedy for you. He’d try so hard, it’s the absolute cutest:((

Ino, that little shit wouldn’t take it seriously at first. Let’s say you’re cancelling adate cause you feel sick and he’d just be overdramatic “just tell me you dont wanna see me, break my heart, baby”. So he makes a plan to visit you and have a date at home but when you open the door, looking half dead, he immediately takes it seriously and tells you to lay down. For someone who looks as carefree as Ino, he sure does care a lot and it’s cute.

Nanami: please, he’s THE PERFECT MAN. He wouldn’t panic. He knows sickness passes, especially when he takes care of you. He doesn’t need to get anything cause he has a little home pharmacy with everything you could possibly need. He makes you tea with honey and lemon, and even before you feel nauseous he’d put a bucket next time the bed, just because he thinks you might need it. He’d the definition of prepared and it just makes you fall in love even harder

For Yuuta I have to say I wouldn’t know exactly since I cant feel his personality as well as the others. But he strikes me as a mix between megumi and yuji, panicking but also knowing that sickness will pass if he takes care of you

Hope you liked these. (I puked my guts out and I am sweat through now but I feel better i think the sickness is 80% over)

~ Nanami Flowershop Anon

god i feel like yuuta would looove taking care of you. i think he's got some possessiveness issues going on and would enjoy having you rely on him teehehe

Megumi is totally the type of guy who’d feed your cats and clean their litter boy for you when you’re too sick to do it.

Yuji as well, but he would take it up a notch and even play with them cause COME ON LOOK AT HIM HE IS ADORABLE. And your cats love him

Choso would probably have a hard time at first. He’d overfeed them and wouldn’t really know how to clean the litter box. But he tries. SO HARD AND THATS SO CUTE. Eventually he manages to do it properly and you’re proud of him (WHO WOULDNT BE)

Ino: you dont even have to ask him. He already occasionally does it for you when you’re sleeping cause he doesn’t wanna wake you up. So sometimes he just turns off your alarm on the weekend and lets you sleep while taking care of the cats. He’s so bf material, he learn from the best cause Nanami is the same.

Gojo? He wouldn’t do that. He wont get out of bed at all. He keeps holding you tightly. But he might slip a hundred dollar bill to ijichi for taking care of your cats.

~ Nanami Flowershop Anon

lmfao gojo's- yes perfectly on the nose all of them as usual

ino learning from nanami??? love ofc always it's always perfect and it's CANON actually uh huh

therefore: imagine the guys seeing you 'girly' for the first time ever since meeting you (works for pining & est. relationship)

They'd all just stare at you for a hot minute. But Gojo is the worst

He just can't stop staring. Not that you weren't pretty, beautiful, or attractive before, but seeing you like this would short-circuit his brain so hard he'd probably trip and fall to your feet, playing it off with a rizzful "Darling, I think I'm falling for you"

Yuji would stare at first but he probably wouldn't take your look too extreme like Gojo, he's the greenest flag of them all. He doesn't care what you wear, as long as you feel happy and good with it, he's always gonna support you. Although he might get jealous and possessive when others stare at you.

Megumi would would swallow his own tongue. Please that boy would blush so fucking hard. Especially if he hasn't confessed to you yet. He'd stutter and stammer and probably make a big ass fool of himself, but you love it anyways. It makes him even cuter!

Choso doesn't know how to react. For a second he probably wonders if it's really you and he doesn't know he suddenly feels all flustered and hot when looking at you. Pls, I just love that boy so much.

Ino would lose his mind, in the most positive way. He'd wrap his arm around you and be extra possessive (even before confessing). He'd hold you tighter if anyone looks at you and you just laugh it up. But eventually he would cave in and even confess why he acts like this.

They're all such fools and I love them

~ Nanami Flowershop Anon

i projected onto this so hard bc i’m the same way

So in japan, pretty much like the rest of the world, you can get your motorbike license at 16 (not heavy motorcycle)

Imagine being bored one night and it’s around 1 am and you text your friends that you wanna do something but only one (your crush) replies (maybe yuji). You pick him up with your motorbike and make a little road trip and get McDonald’s or kfc and eat it in the parking lot and it’s just a great time but when it’s around 3 am y’all go back to the dorms. You’re just happy you spent time with him, meanwhile he’s beaming brightly as he thanks you for the date. You’re mine just goes blank DID HE WANT THIS TO BE A DATE??? And he just says “next time I’ll take you out”

((My brain is going wild at 2am))

~ Nanami flowershop anon

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