note 1: this is my entry for my lovely @kshira’sfriends with benefits collab ! hope u all like it ✦
note 2: click here to listen to the song that inspired this whole thing. yes, i headcanon yuuji as a 2000’s kid and a die hard limp bizkit fan
note 3: tagging @yuujispinkhair bc i know you love yuuji just as much as i do, hope u enjoy it ! have a nice one <3
-hey, can i grab one of your shirts?-
you were both naked, smooth skin gleastening with a sheer layer of sweat that stayed over your bodies as a reminder of the previous heated encounter you just shared
a blush appeared in yuuji’s face when he found himself longing on your bare chest. so he looked away, realizing he had been shamelessly staring at you
it was an inescapable situation. nothing new, really. but certainly no less special to him. it has happened a thousand times by now, and even when everything was supposed to be just sex, there were feelings all over his mind and heart, and it was just too late to try and stop them from growing. so he’s been trying to keep it all down, all serene. as if a complete chaos didn’t happen inside his being every time you stayed overnight
-you don’t even have to ask me- his tone was smooth, still submerged in the bliss of the moment. while now, carefully observing the textures of the ceiling of his room. keeping himself occupied to ignore the desire he had to avert his gaze
-even the limp bizkit one?- you bit your tongue at the end of the question. it might seem as something simple, but that old piece of clothing meant way more than what it actually should
because your friendship comes from years back, years in which you were totally irrational, basically in the middle of puberty. and it was an unfortunate period, yes, but you could always count on each other. the bond has remained strong until today, and of course, with the addition of a couple of things that you never thought you’d be capable of doing together as thirteen year-olders
fucking, for example
-sure. just ‘cause it’s you-
you grabbed your panties from the floor and slipped them back on, walking to one of itadori’s drawers to grab what you were looking for
a black oversized shirt with the image of one of the band’s album cover on the front. the figures of five bald creatures over a pile of sausages just slightly vanished from all the use over the years. it’s yuuji’s absolute favorite
chocolate starfish and the hotdog flavored water. limp bizkit
you fucking hated that name
but nevertheless, you put it on and walked towards the bed where he was laying, taking little jumps and modelling it for him. he smiled brightly at you, leaning on one elbow to be able to see you better
-how do i look?- after a few more ridiculous poses, you climbed back to yuuji’s side and straddled his hips
-it fits you way better than me- he exclaimed breathless, while the blush returned to his cheeks and ears. but that was not the only thing he found difficult to hide, the look that escaped from his infinite brown eyes only showed how much he was devoted to you, to your whole being
-of course it does. when i see you wearing it, i automatically think of high school and i feel sorry for your poor self- unfortunately, you never saw it cause it’s something you are used to. because “a twinkle in the eye is just a twinkle in the eye”,you just laughed and rolled with him in the sheets. never noticing
all a game to you, all friendship. as it should be for him too
-hey!-until he was the one on top now, and all the playful aura was minimized to your cheek being caressed with one of his long fingers and the tucking of your disheveled hair behind your ears, tenderly
itadori always gives the impression of being very rough with everything he touches. ever since he was a little boy, his hands have been scarred from all the times he’s been too harsh with something. but with you, he has always been delicate
in all those nights where he held your nude figure under his, breathing in your ear, calling your name in a murmur. the times he held your hand for no particular reason while you walked together. the times he hugged you for your birthday, or when you accomplished something important, or when you reunited after weeks of not seeing each other, or when you cried
he always takes you in the most fragile way he can manage. because if he does it abruptly, his heart is convinced that you will break into pieces, and he will never be able to grasp you again. that is why he takes care of you, as he has never taken care of anything. that is why he loves you, like he’s never loved anyone
even though he is aware you don’t really feel the same
-do you remember the day you got this shirt?-
he smiled at the memory and kept on listening to you. blocking all the crescent bad thoughts from his head, as he was used to
-when we ran under a scorching sun, one of those days of our summer vacations to go and get the newest released cd from this band at a record store that was at the other side of town, because you couldn’t stop bothering me?- -of course i do! is still the best album i’ve ever heard. and the shirt was on sale! it was totally worth the 27 calls i made to your house to wake you up- you pinched his arm and he shivered, holding in a smirk. he is fine with this, his brain screamed, this is enough -my mom is still mad at you, by the way. and all because you were in love with fred durst, you freak- -i still am! i wanted to be like him so bad when we were on high school- at least he admitted it. laughter bubbled up effortlessly, between the pillows of the bed, filling the room with am unexplainable serenity -oh yes, i remember. you never took off this shirt, wearing those awful baggy pants, and that red MLB hat placed backwards on your head- it was painful to the sight to even think about it, abominable, a disaster, a halloween costume gone wrong used as a daily outfit -dear fuck, i forgot about the hat- you laughed together once again and he hugged you by the waist, hiding in the crook of your neck to bask in your scent one more time. while his brain shouted about this being enough, his heart refused it and went louder
if only you knew
and you could, you really could knoweverything. all about the desire in his soul, the way he’s been feeling for as long as he can remember
but he also found himself in denial. he was not interested in ruining what you have. it’s all casual to you, you are basically best friends and you’ve been fuck buddies for a while now. it’s great this way. why messing it up?
cliché feelings are for the weak, right?
-you know, jokes aside- even when he’s become an expert at hiding his emotions over the years, there are times when he can’t help but be honest with you. yuuji is like that, expressive, kind. and sometimes, he ends up hurting himself -i’m really glad you were the one i share those memories with. that cd really has some special tunes and you listened to all of them for me- the one, he was referring to that song. he always listened to it and thought about you, about how he meant every lyric, how he believed you were the one for him. but he never talked more about it, about it’s meaning
because, even if he never told you explicitly, the first song he asked you to listen to was that one. covered under the pretext that he really liked that “it was different from what he used to listen” and a bunch of lies that he doesn’t even remember anymore. not a single clue about what he truly meant, that he was dedicating it to you. but still, he was hoping you’d maybe notice by yourself, just like now
you are his everything already, you just haven’t realized it yet
and it’s probably better if it remains like that
-yeah, no problem. i’m glad about it too- and after that, a minimal silence stood as a thin barrier between the two of you, comfortably. for a second, itadori was afraid that his thoughts were so loud that they could be heard and echoed in the said barrier. but before it could happen, he got interrupted
-yuuji-you whispered poking his ribs, earning his attention once again -hm?-looking down at you, he waited for your response, now calmly. with you in his embrace, he felt like floating. if only things were always like this, if only you were entirely his
-you still have it?- your eyes were glowing while staring at yuuji’s face, in an expectant way. sitting up and smiling brightly -the cd?- he mentioned, as he sit up too, to be at your level. always searching for your proximity, for your warmth. and you nodded at his question -of course i do, it’s my favorite after all-
his favorite because of all your memories together. afternoons in his grandfather’s house when you were younger, walking home together, making schoolwork and failing math tests, eating cold noodles at lunch, sharing songs and dancing foolishly in his room at midnight
then going to college, your awkward first time together and the nice ones that came next, the way he trembles lightly when he finishes and the way he loves to hear you moaning his name, how your hands always dance around each other, spending days in his apartment, still eating cold noodles at lunch and still dancing foolishly all over his room at midnight. it’s you, it’s always been you
-so, can we listen to it together again?-
and he thought to himself again, this is fine,
this is enough for me
understanding everything has never been my deal maybe you have crossed my path to live inside of me or maybe you’re the reason why i’m losing all my decency but
i believe that you and me we could be so happy and free inside a world of misery and i believe that you and me we could be so inside of you, inside of me ‘cause this could be the one this could be the one this could be the one this could be the one
i want you to stay and blow me away, away, away, away
Summer love is some of the sweetest, and it almost always happens by accident. Maybe that’s why the relationship that blossoms between you and Yuuji is so magical; it’s new, exciting, and it could be inconsequential in theory. As the end of the season dawns, though, you become convinced that theory and reality cannot be the same. Not this time, anyway.
genre: slice of life; fluff (it’s just really romantic); falling in love; light hurt/lots of comfort; a teeny tiny bit of angst if you squint; reader attends uni in Japan; the story is set in an unnamed romantic place.
warnings: non-sexual nudity (skinny dipping, etc.); ambiguous relationship (eventually resolved!); she/her pronouns are used to refer to the reader; all characters are 21+ and in university contextually
words: 10.9k
content notes: this fic is more.. episodic and less linear than some other fics i’ve written, so keep that in mind. section-break lines (indented, bolded, + italicized) are quoted from Walt Whitman’s poem “To You.”
other notes: written as a part of @/katsupeach’s a long, long fic collab, and, while i know emme’s not on anymore, i’m thankful to her for hosting the collab and inspiring me, not only in the case of this fic, but in all of my work <3 thank you, too, to my wonderful beta readers, @yuki-no-akumuand@fairyfuyu! + tagging @anime-centraland@hanayanetwork<3
WHOEVER YOU ARE
The first few steps off of a plane are always surreal, especially when your flight was ten hours. You regain your legs, your eyes, but not your mind just yet. When the sun touches your skin—or more accurately, your eyes—it’s with a stinging sort of freshness, the only of its kind in the stale airport. Once you’re out, though, it’s a different story.
It’s pleasantly warm and sunny, and luckily, the breeze is cool when it comes. When your cousin had asked you to house-sit for them at this time of year, you’d been hesitant. Sure, the scenery is beautiful, the local food is delicious, and you could rarely afford to travel, but you thought it would be deathly hot. You thought the air would be dense with humidity, unbearable. The air is sweet as you get into your cab, though. It’s sweeter as you pull up to your cousin’s neighborhood, and even sweeter still when you step out into the afternoon light to survey the town.
It’s small, albeit somewhat crowded. The buildings are old and brown, craning up into the sky at such angles that can only come with years of carrying the lives of so many, both breathing and long gone. Brick streets cobble along unevenly, and their once sturdy tops have been worn flat and smooth. The breeze moves more sluggishly the farther you venture, and on it ride the tightly mingled scents and words wafting between storefronts and clumps of friends and lovers alike.
Your cousin’s apartment overlooks the commercial district; it’s on one of the upper floors of a building just a block past the street’s last café. Behind it, however, are a mere few more blocks of housing, and then a wall of plush grasses and trees, untouched by anything beyond the barest effort to keep it behind the line of the road. Wheeling your luggage, your body feels odd: you’re eager to explore, but you’re exhausted. The only serious thoughts in your head are of a shower followed by collapsing into bed. The rest can wait.
authors.note: Yay I’m back and it feels great! thank you all for waiting patiently for me I swear I’ll make it up to you guys. Love ya <3
TW INSOMNIA
MEGUMI rarely sleeps 8 hours straight. He always ends up listening to music in his dorm room, calm lofi beats to lull him back to sleep. He thinks about tip-toeing to your room every single night with no exception, but he always convinces himself not to. After all, he shouldn’t disturb your beauty sleep. And on a rainy Saturday night, when he found you sitting cross legged on the common room’s couch, songs from the playlist he had made for you softly floating through the empty room, he decided to come looking for you and your warmth on the nights he couldn’t shut off his brain. Silently rounding the couch he places his hand on your head tracing a line down to your chin tipping upwards before placing a soft kiss on your lips. You weren’t even spooked by his sudden appearance, just glad you had some company on this lonely night. You ended up cuddling up on the couch, wearing matching hoodies and being wrapped up in a fuzzy blanket while silently listening to the rain hitting the windows. No words shared, only a whispered I love you when the other falls asleep.
YUJI sleeps like a log. Loud snoring and getting tangled in the freshly washed sheets. He rarely wakes up in the middle of the night and when he does it’s usually because he is hungry. Naturally he tredges to the kitchen ready to rampage through the pantry, Sukuna appearing on his cheek to chastise him for waking up, when he runs into you clad in your pajamas and fuzzy pink socks -the same pink as his hair- perched on the kitchen isle as a soft piano tune wafted through the air. You had a cookie in your mouth, the last one in the jar apparently, and a look of utter confusion in your eyes. “I wanted to eat that.” His voice is raspy and laced with sleep, eyes drooping close as he dragged his feet in front of you, plopping his head on your shoulder and nuzzling into your crook. “Mph sorry” You laced your fingers through his hair, scratching lightly at the roots when suddenly he leaps up chomping on your remaining cookie, leaving you stunned. “Sugary delight mhm.” and with that he wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder, taking you to his room. At least you’ll have company during this sleepless night.
NOBARA is scary when she wakes up. It’s always one of the two: a) she needs to pee or b) her phone went off. She is grumpy and huffing about something under her breath, taking off her eye mask and trudging to the bathroom only to come face to face with a wide awake you, wearing a full face of makeup, your smokey eye a little too intense making you look like a little raccoon caught committing a crime. And Nobara laughs. She laughs with her whole heart, tears gathering up in her eyes threatening to spill on her avocado face mask that has cracked at this point. She kneels down in front of you, still laughing hysterically, cupping your cheeks and kissing the pout off your face, giggling into the kiss and rubbing her nose on yours as she pulls away. “You little raccoon bandit.” You pout again, crossing your arms over your chest. “This is art, babe, doubt you’d understand.” She laughs again, poking your sides and pecking your nose. A comfortable silence falls over you, her eyes shining under the weak bathroom light making you lose yourself in the pools of chestnut. “Get out, I need to pee.”
༄Sukuna, Choso, Megumi - Seeing you bend over to pick up the clothes you threw around the room in the heat of the moment.
Your pussy still exposed and completely visible from the way you bend over. And the moment he sees his cum leaking down your thighs? That’s it for him.
Only seconds later he’s got you at the edge of the bed once again, a hand on your head keeping it still and the other one gently keeping a hold of your wrist as he’s roughly pounding into you for a second time.
“F-fuck.. Lemme just fill you again”
༄Nanami, Yuuji - Seeing you put on their shirt.
The moment they see you put on their shirt right after, something snaps inside of them. You look so beautiful and he doesn’t want to see you wear anything else around the house from that moment on.
So.. slowly getting up from the bed, he makes his way to where you are, wrapping his arms around you and placing kisses on the back of your neck and shoulder. You turn around to kiss him and slowly make your way back to the bed. In between the kisses, you attempt to remove the shirt, but he stops you.
“Hmm, keep it on.. Good girl.”
༄Toji, Inumaki, Geto - hearing your voice being all fucked up.
Nothing is turning him on more than hearing you struggle to let out some words. It’s a boost to his ego, honestly. Fucking you so well your voice cracked from all the screaming? Nothing sexier than that.
You can be sure he’ll be over you for a second time. Capturing your arms and restraining them above your head while devouring that pretty mouth of yours. All he wants is to make you scream some more.
“Yeah… scream for me, doll”,
“Tuna mayo”
༄Gojo, Todo, Noritoshi - You make them understand you don’t want it to be over just yet.
Doesn’t matter if you push him back on the bed or simply tell him directly that you want a second round. He’ll be happy to oblige. He likes it when you become bossy from not having enough of his cock. For a second he may even let you think that you are in control.
Getting on top of him, hands placed on his chest, you try to ride him, but before you even realize it he’s on top of you again. He leans in for a quick kiss before he starts fucking you the way you want and need.
“How about you let me take care of it, princess”
༄Yuta, Higuruma - The aftercare.
He is very sweet and insisted on cleaning you up himself. You spread your legs open and get the chills when the wet towel touches your inner thigh. Seeing you clench your legs at the occasional feeling of his fingers brushing your skin is turning him on. And when a moan escapes your lips?
He tosses the towel aside and assaults your mouth, tongue fucking it while his hands are once again playing with your boobs.
“I’m sorry, i promise i will clean you properly after this..”
@cursedmoonchild the absolute best as usual ty for proofreading this for me <3
AdultYuuji Itadori is both rough and soft when it comes to dicking you down.
He’ll be slamming into you, the whole bed shaking and protesting.
But then he’ll suddenly slow way down when you gasp his name.
He’ll take his time rolling his hips thoroughly into you nice and slow and deep.
He’ll brush a strand of your hair away from your face, watching you with his honey brown eyes so full of warmth and love.
He’ll admire your beautiful face - the way your half-lidded bedroom eyes focus on him, your mouth half open while his name rides on your breaths like waves. “Yuuji mmm-need you. N’love you.”
He’ll whisper “M’all yours, baby” before his lips touch yours and he starts pounding away again, his large wet balls clapping against your ass while he tells you how much loves you in broken syllables.
