Modulo!Yuji gets embarrassed when you yell his name in public … ⋆. ೃ

“Yuuuu’!” A familiar screech, one causing heads to turn, also catches the brooding hooded man to look back. He seems irritable, but upon recognition of that voice, his heart skips. He shyly tugs his hood lower but reluctantly comes to a halt, no longer walking so you can catch up. Before he realizes just how close you are, you crash into him, laughter and gasps and limbs all cluttered into his space. You invade and conquer so easily, fill the gaps he never thought could be seen. His cheeks grow warm with humiliation, a triumphant grin plastered across your face as you cling to his back with contagious joy.

“Always running from me, aren’t you?” You’d tease, ever the charismatic, even if a bit cheeky. He grumbles something incoherent and yanks you to his side, arm surrounding you, draped across your shoulders casually.

“I see you trying not to smile, Yuji…” you giggle, so contagious and adorable. “You can’t keep suppressing how you feel. C’mon.. show me!” You’d tease further nudge, hoping to get a reaction out of him.

“Did you have to make a scene, sweetheart?” He groans, hand dragging down his face like it’ll save his embarrassment. Haven’t they had enough of Yuji Itadori? Why’d you have to be so obnoxious… It ran through his mind the same way an old friend used to brood about everything too indifferent and depressing to bother seeing the color of the world. If he thought the people were tired of him, imagine what they thought of the sickeningly sweet pair the two of you made.

You, however, were far too bubbly in public to let him wallow in pity. It wasn’t that you’re actually this obnoxious, but that you can successfully distract him - make him forget his subhuman existence and allow his humanity to surface. You kept his mind busy, kept him moving, feeling emotions that made him human. He appreciated this, begrudgingly, and tilted your jaw towards his face - leaning ever closer just to smoooooooochhhh the apple of your cheek, making the cutsie cartoonish ‘chuu!’ sound. You squeal and jab his side, making the little scar adorning his handsome face twitch up, but he masks it by looking away.

“You do make me smile, sugar.”

“I know I do, Yuji.”

black!fem!reader. bf!yuji wants to help with wash day, but he doesn't quite get it. he tries really hard (and gives you a hard time) cause he loves you.

wc: 1.2k. all characters are over 18! domestic fluff. no pronouns. no capitals idgaf. some comfort in honor of wash day approaching 🥹

yuji itadori was trying his best.

your boyfriend had a fighting spirit. he carried this determination through everything. hell, you'd seen him walk down special grade curses without a second thought. he was the kind of person who believed he could fix everything with the power of love. and he usually did.

until sunday morning.

wash day.

your hair hadn't been brushed in three days and your scalp was screaming for reprieve.

"oh babyyyy!" you heard a singsongy chirp from somewhere in your shoebox apartment. probably the kitchen, as the voice was accompanied by the kettle switching off.

"guess what day it is? it's your least favorite day of the week! it's okay because your awesome boyfriend yuji is here to save the day!"

the bright air traveled with yuji into your (unofficially) shared bedroom along with a steaming mug placed on your nightstand. your ever-attentive pink-haired lover placed a kiss on your forehead with a mumbled "good morning."

"my humble helper! what would i ever do without you?"

"probably have to scoop conditioner yourself. now get in there!" he gestured toward the bathroom. "i'll make you breakfast."

"um actually," you strained while struggling to get out of bed, "my back kinda hurts. remember when panda knocked me over?" yuji hissed sympathetically, his face contorted in worry. you continued, "do you think you can help me detangle today? i don't trust myself to stand in front of the mirror for an hour."

yuji's eyes lit up at the offer. help you? that's what he was made for.

"yes! yes, please! my goddess, i will do everything you ask of me and execute it flawlessly!" two fists raised in the air and you practically saw his tail wag.

maybe asking him to help wasn't a good idea...

you handed him your products and attempted to explain your process. he'd seen you do it many times before. take a chunk, split, spray, leave in, comb, twist. easier than training, right?

wrong.

"how do i part it?"

"take the hair and split it."

"am i hurting you?"

"no, yuji."

"what's in the bottle?"

"water and conditioner."

"did i spray your face?"

15 minutes went by and only one section had been brushed. by you. your patience was wearing thin.

he attempted to finger coil a few strands and you felt a tug.

"my fingers are stuck."

"yuji. baby. i love you sooo much..."

his fingers stopped squirming in your head immediately, "but?"

"stop playing in my hair."

his face fell, yet he maintained an eager attitude, "aw man! i tried really hard! i'm sorry, sweetness. i will do my research and do better next time. can i still pass you stuff?"

and research he did.

natural hair tutorials began to pop up on your tv's youtube. you caught him reading ingredient labels on your hair products. you found one of his straight pink hairs on your wet brush. he even went to a beauty supply store all by himself.

yuji knew how important your hair was to you and the effort required to maintain it. he had spent hours watching you in awe as your fingers worked quickly crossing strand over strand. he understood that your hair carried your history, your family's legacy, and your strength. you were tethered to your hair like the coils wrapped down into your heart. if your hair looked a mess, you felt like a mess and simply couldn't function properly. and yuji loved you more than anything, which meant he felt obligated to make your life a little easier.

the week came and went, and before you knew it, it was sunday again.

"ohhh babyyyy!" yuji strolled into the room with two steaming mugs and set them down on the nightstand.

you picked up your mug and lifted it to your lips with a subtle mmm "yep. good morning. i'm up."

"can i brush today? i learned how. for real this time."

you were genuinely conflicted, but you'd fix the damage later on. "yes, yuji, you can brush today."

your boyfriend's high-pitched squeal indicated that you made the right decision.

when you stepped into the bathroom you were surprised to see your products waiting on the counter, your spray bottle filled, and an assortment of claw clips in a plastic container. the sight was endearing, more so than any grand romantic gesture. your shirtless boyfriend trailed in behind you.

"aww, baby!" you threw your arms around him to litter kisses on his face.

"shh, let me work." he pressed an earnest kiss to your lips and grabbed a rag from a nearby wicker basket. he put his hair up in a tiny clip at the top of his head so you knew he meant business.

the first section was a little sloppy. wet frizz bunched up at the nape of your neck. by the second section, he was maneuvering around your head like a pro. his left hand was gripping the mid-shaft while his right hand gently worked out the kinks from the bottom. he peppered kisses on the top of your head and whispered sweet nothings in your ear all the while.

yuji cooed behind you, "so good baby, keep your head still."

you pouted at his reflection in the mirror. his eyebrows stitched in genuine sympathy and affection. a small frown formed on his lips somewhere during his focused haze. out rumbles a low, "i'm sorry, sweet girl. i know, i know."

a few denman brush twirls later, the air shifted to something lighter. yuji was farther up your head now. you were humming a song while yuji supported you with ad-libs.

"my girl's so beautiful. look at those inches! ouuu okay shrinkage!" he was getting confident now, and he noticed your shoulders loosening. he was detangling a lot faster. you began to believe your boyfriend's hard work paid off until you felt a tug.

"whoops! my fingers got stuck!" yuji poorly feigned disappointment.

"no they didn't, yuji. you put them there..." quickly catching on to his scheme.

"whaaaat?" dragging it out suspiciously long, "why would i possibly do something like that?" his fingers stalled in your hair.

"because you stay playing in my face," you shoot him a knowing glare with no real bite to it, the corners of your lips twitching upward.

"what if i like being stuck with you?" he flashes a hopeful smile that begets a glint of regret in his eye. you can't help but giggle, charmed by his awful quip.

"yuji. baby. you know i love you dearly, but that was terrible."

yuji's head drops to burrow in your shoulder with a dramatic sigh. his hands drop to your waist while he whines, "god, my girlfriend hates me!" his fingers dig into the skin of your waist as he further nuzzles into your neck, "shoot me dead for wanting to spend more time with my girl."

you fight to suppress your laughter in this grim moment (for yuji at least) and offer a reassuring, "i love you so much honey, you're doing great," as the boy traces circles over the fabric of your hip.

you feel a muffled "but?" in the crook of your neck. you wait a beat before answering. you're not sure you want to kick him while he's down, but you can't ignore the feeling of yuji's face pressing your damp hair against your skin. you take in a breath and nearly wince as the response falls from your lips,

"my hair."

"GOD, WHY!"

a wounded scream. yuji falls to his knees with a practiced flair. he wraps his arms around your hips and looks up at you from the floor with wide doting eyes. your wet curls are now a distant memory. eyes still locked with yours, you watch yuji lean in to place gentle kisses across your thighs.

as you lace your fingers through his hair, you begin to think that maybe being stuck with him isn't so bad.

doesn't matter if you're anxious or outgoing, loud or subdued or something in between they love YOU

── .✦ Going on a road trip with your bff, Yuji Itadori, and somewhere between the endless miles your relationship starts to blur.

bff!yuji x fem!reader // drabble // everyone is 18+ // no use of y/n // fluffff // going on a road trip w/ yujiiiiiii // yuji out here getting reader to do all sorts of things that she never would'veeee // bff to implied lovers // bit of yearning // they both really really like each other // two idiots in love // yuji is a smiley dork and its adorable // yuji is literally the greenist flag and so gentle and caring // yuji lowk scared to push things

If it wasn't for your best friend, Yuji Itadori, you couldn't imagine yourself doing something like this, ever—traveling across the country, driving for hours on end until your eyes are too heavy from exhaustion. And despite all the time you've spent trapped in a car together, there hasn't been a single dull moment.

Not with Yuji beside you, filling the long stretches of road with endless chatter that you've grown to love more than you'd ever care to admit. And when there are those quiet moments, it's easy with him, like neither of you has to force a conversation just to fill the silence. But it's always been easy with him, you've just never noticed it before, and now you find yourself dreading the thought of going home, not knowing what that means for the two of you.

Will you go your separate ways? Will this fleeting moment in time become another one of those memories, the special ones your mind reaches for as you drift to sleep, chasing the lingering warmth of something you never realized you'd miss so much. And the thought of him—with his messy pink hair, or that dorky smile that reaches from ear to ear—not being there anymore has your heart sinking deep in your chest.

You guess somewhere between the countless miles, the lines between your friendship began to blur. You're not sure when it happened, and honestly, neither does he.

But it's a shared quiet longing, found in the little moments—when you rest your head on his shoulder, his hands finding their way to your hair, gently playing with the strands until your drifting to sleep in his arms. He never moves you. No, he lets you sleep on him for as long as you want. And one night, when you're half asleep, you swear you feel the faint press of soft lips against your forehead.

And when the two of you finally find that perfect spot, your last stop, there's a finality to it all.

It's dark, almost midnight by the time you arrive, and there's a quiet disappointment hanging between you both, knowing it took the entire night to get here. But neither of you says anything, unwilling to ruin the moment.

Truth is, it's still just as beautiful at night, maybe more so, because you're here together.

He slowly inches closer to you, a little awkwardly, letting out a breathy laugh as he rubs the back of his neck, like he always does when he gets all flustered.

"It really is something," he murmurs, and even though he's facing the view from the grassy cliffside, looking out at the twinkling sky, his eyes drift back to you as he says it. "I've never seen anything so beautiful."

Your eyes wander all the same, "me either."

Slowly, his hand slips to the small of your back, his touch gentle and almost hesitant, like he's still not sure if he's allowed to do something like this yet.

You move closer, close enough that your head rests against him, his arm now fully wrapped around you, holding you, as his head rests on yours, wishing it was possible to slow time, to put a pause on life and exist here with him forever.

"You know I wasn't talking about the sky, right?"

The corner of your lip quirks up at his question. "You know I wasn't either?"

The two of you share a soft laugh, and as it slowly fades, you're left with something else. Something neither of you has been willing to address, the one question lingering between you since the very start of this trip.

"What'll happen after all of this…?" You ask, your voice coming out smaller than you intended.

"Honestly, I don't know," there's hurt in his voice as he quietly admits it. "I just know I never want this to end."

"But… tomorrow we go home."

"What if we didn't?"

"…go home?" You ask, staring at him like he's completely lost his mind.

"Yeah, why not?" He asks, a familiar glint twinkling in his eyes. "I don't want to leave, you don't want to leave… what's stopping us?"

You bite your lip, thinking it over, and god, it's only Yuji who could make you nod yes to something like this. Your hand slips into his, the two of you smiling like a couple of idiots.

"Sure," you say, unable to stop the ridiculous smile on your face. "Why not?"

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sorry guys it's canon // drabble // modulo!yuji x fem!reader // literally purely smut // what can I say mappa had me feeling a certain way w/ .5 seconds of yuji on screen // this has restored my joy and whimsy // yuji has a thing for his hoodie // yuji wears hoodie entire time // no use of y/n // yuji whimpers bc all my men whimperrrr // I'd let yuji rail me- oh shit that's not a cw

part 1 , part 2

notes: guyssss u dont understandddd also there will be a part 2 and yes it's u wearing Yuji's hoodie, u r welcome guys <33

Yuji's hips snap forward, driving his cock deep in your tight little cunt as his hoodie brushes against your back with every small movement.

"Fuck baby, she's taking me s'good." He groans, his fingers digging into your hips as he holds you in place.

Your body reacts on its own, pressing your ass flush against him, needing him so deep that he bottoms out, stuffing your pussy impossibly full.

A hand slips off your hip, tugging at the hem of his hoodie as he raises it to get a better view of your pretty pussy wrapped around him.

"Christ, she's so beautiful," he murmurs, pupils blown wide as his cock twitches at the sight, nearly cumming from the sight alone—hell, it's taking everything in him to not bust in you.

"Mhnnnn…" you stifle a moan into the sheets, your hand slipping to your neglected clit, rubbing messy circles as your walls clench around him. "Need to c-cum s'bad, Y-yuu!"

Your voice comes out in broken sobs, the heat pulling low in your stomach building, until it comes crashing over you. Your legs shaking as his hand drops to your hip, steadying you as he fucks you through your orgasm, watching you become a slutty mess under him—your makeup running down your face, your hair sprawled out on his bed, everything about it has balls growing unbearably tight as he turns into a pathetic mess, whimpering uncontrollably. His hips buck forward, cock burying so deep his tip kisses your puffy, swollen cervix, before painting your fluttering walls with his pearly white cum.

"O-oh sh-shit–" He shudders, both hands going to his hoodie, lifting it as he pulls out, watching his cum drip from your little hole. 

His thumb brushes over your folds, rubbing his cum over your pussy.

"God baby, look at you." He rasps, "Next time, though… you're wearing this." His eyes flick down to his hoodie, "wanna stuff her full while you're wearing it."

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content included: js a bunch of tooth rotting sweet fluff... + slight kissing + pet names

:: jjk college au universe

you always knew that yuji was pretty jacked.

i mean, this kid ate like seven meals a day and threw hands at curses like air.

but something was different that afternoon. you two were standing in your apartment kitchen making ramen to share together.

you were in charge of the noodles, and he was in charge of the toppings. but, obviously, since it's yuji, he got distracted very easily. eventually, he ended up behind you, with his heavy arms draped around your shoulders and at your neck.

he placed a kiss on the spot right under your ear, "it smells good angel."

"of course it does dumbass it's ramen, go work on the toppings you slacker" you rant, as you try to slither out of his grasp.

mark grayson smiles whenever he kisses his partner, because why would he ever frown. even if he’s having a shitty day, week, month, year, mark will come and give you the biggest kiss with a humongous grin on his face.

mark grayson holds your hand like he’s hand making jewelry, he’s careful. he doesn’t want to be so rough with you, scared you’d break within his grasp. mark underestimates his own strength, he’ll never forgive himself if he were to hurt you.

mark grayson loves when you give him kisses unexpectedly, they’re like rewards. he finishes his meal and cleans the dishes? he’ll earn a kiss and cheek squish. you’ve noticed how he tends to lean into your kisses, melting under your touch, marks wrapped around your finger.

mark grayson who flies in the air, the sun kissing his face as he thinks about you. the atmosphere was so beautiful, it reminded him of you, how you’re so effortlessly stunning. mark texts you a photo of the sun hitting the clouds, his next message read—‘date here tmrw!’