Birthday Boy - I’ll make it like your birthday every day
It’s Yuuji’s special day, and since he is very special to you, you plan to spoil him a lot today.
Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female) Genre: fluff, smut Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: 18+, smut, birthday sex, somnophilia, oral, creampie, cumeating, praise. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don’t interact.
I CRIED HAPPY TEARS WITH ALL THOSE KIND WORDS BECAUSE HE REALLY NEEDS THEM AND ALL THE HOT MOMENTS LIKE ITS SO PERFECT AND I AND I
no but really this just made my whole day, a little bit late on his birthday because i didn’t saw this sooner (pain), but heyyy just like the ending lines, every day could be his birthday
this boy means the world to me, and reading something so warm and meaningful is just too much for my heart, all the emotions that this made me feel were amazing thank you for your lovely writing, it’s always so nice to find you in my feed
Your Yuuji’s date for the Jujutsu Academy’s fancy New Year’s Eve party, but fireworks aren’t the only thing exploding that night.
Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female) Genre: smut, fluff Word Count: 5k Warnings: 18+, smut, dirty talk, fingering in a semi-public place + getting caught (kind of), a bit of oral, creampie, squirting. This is very self-indulgent. I just couldn’t stop thinking about Yuuji in that sexy suit and that tie! I didn’t plan for this to become so long, but here we are, sorry! All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don’t interact.
“That dress looks so sexy on you.”
Yuuji’s breath is hot on your cheek as he murmurs those words to you.
You smile and lean back against your boyfriend as his large hands hug your waist, and he presses his solid body against your back. The ghost of a kiss brushes against your cheek before Yuuji pulls away.
He’s taking a step back to lean against the mirrored wall of the spacious elevator that’s taking you several floors down to the hotel lobby where you’re gonna meet the rest of your friends to attend the highly exclusive Jujutsu Academy New Year’s Eve party.
This year’s location, the Four Seasons Hotel, was Gojo’s idea, and you definitely don’t complain. The room you and Yuuji share is the best you’ve ever been in. And the party gave you the perfect excuse to go shopping with Nobara to buy the fanciest and sexiest party dress you could find. It’s hugging your figure in all the right places. Yes, you totally picked this dress with Yuuji in mind. And you’re thrilled that he seems to be as much into it as you hoped he would.
“Thank you, baby. I’m glad you like it. But you are very sexy too.”
You smile at him and grab his tie, pulling him closer to press a sweet kiss to his lips.
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.”
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.
₰ warnings/notes:nsfw; mdni; smut to angst to fluff, minor injuries, blood, wound cleaning/dressing (yuuji), creampie, angst, fluff
₰ a/n:okay but what if yuuji isn’t always a soft, wholesome ray of sunshine? i mean, most of the time yeah, he is. but I feel like sometimes after a long day of fighting and killing curses he comes through the front door tired and sweaty with a lot of steam to blow off…
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You hear the door close and call out from your shared bedroom. “Yuuji, s’that you?”
“Yeah.”
You looked in the direction of his raspy voice, a might concerned. You could tell by the sound of it that he hadn’t had a great day.
Your boyfriend walked into the room looking worse for wear with a bloody lip, tousled hair, and a wild look in his eyes.
You sat up in bed wearing one of his shirts and a worried expression. “Oh shit, baby, what happened?”
He peeled his blood-stained shirt off, revealing his perfectly sculpted torso and his strong, broad shoulders. You were relieved to see that he only had a couple of minor cuts and scratches meaning most of the blood wasn’t his. Still, you’d never get used to seeing the man you loved coming home all beat up and covered in blood.
“Don’t wanna talk.” The pink-haired male stared at you while unbuckling his belt, his mouth open and the fire in his honey-brown eyes burning hotter than ever. You couldn’t help but smirk and waggle your eyebrows at him when his pants fell to the floor, giving you an eyeful of the familiar bulge in his cotton boxer briefs.
“Okay, I’m sure you wanna get a showe-“ You squeaked when Yuuji suddenly grabbed your ankles and yanked you across the bed. Your shirt slid up, exposing your little red panties. Yuuji licked his lips and squeezed his fist around his stiffening dick. His eyes scanned the length of your bare legs all the way up to the outline of your pussy lips.
He shook his head as he climbed on top of you, caging you between his arms and spreading your thighs open with his knee.
“Just wanna fuck,” he growled before crashing his lips down onto yours, his hungry tongue quickly invading your mouth.
You sighed with desire, dragging your fingertips from his hard chest down along the hills and valleys of his six-pack abs. “Take what you need, Yuuji.”
He nipped and kissed his way along your jaw, the tip of his nose tickling your ear. “I will,” he whispered.
You knew what was coming. Yuuji would get like this sometimes. There was never any warning, but one thing you knew for sure is that you were about to be ravaged by your man.
You gripped his biceps and hissed when he dipped down and grazed his teeth over your sensitive nipples, hardening in spite of his hot breath seeping into the fabric that covered them.
Yuuji’s shaky fingers dug into the meat of your thigh as he rocked his hips, desperate for the friction of your cunt against his clothed cock. His pre began to soak through his underwear, a wet spot forming where his dick tip was. Your core clenched around nothing, pussy seeking him out to suck him in, your need soaking through your panties.
Yuuji reached down, circling your clit with his thumb a few times before yanking your panties to the side so hard that the stitching in the material ripped.
“Yuu! Just take ‘em off!”
“No time,” he panted, shoving the waistband of his briefs down below his balls. His painfully hard cock slapped against the skin beneath his navel.
Yuuji was so ready he didn’t think he needed to guide his tip to your opening. But you were so slick from the mixture of your juices that the thick tip of his cock slid right up between your pussy lips and over your swelling clit, making you arch your back off the bed.
“Goddamnit,” Yuuji hissed, impatiently reaching between your bodies to grab his cock and guide it to your clenching hole.
“Wanna feel you inside me, Yuuji,” you whined, pressing your heels into his glutes.
Your loving boyfriend pushed his meaty cockhead against your opening and it slipped right in, filling you up with one long stroke of his hips. You cried out at the sudden, unforgiving stretch of his fat cock. Every vein rolled against your tight walls, pulling loud moans from both of you.
“M’sorry, beautiful. Need to fuck you so hard,” Yuuji groaned as he retreated only to push his full length into you again.
“S’okay, baby,” you said, gasping with every vigorous snap of his hips.
“I- ahhhfuck- I love you hmmmm so fucking much,” Yuuji huffed into the crook of your neck. He grabbed your ankles from his sides and put them on his hard shoulders as he raised up onto his knees. Still pounding into you, he leaned forward, forcing you into a mating press as his wet cock glided in and out of your swollen pussy.
He drilled into you hard and deep, his angry cockhead peeking into your cervix as his flexing thighs slapped against your ass.
“Oh god, oh fuck Yuuji…faster.”
His balls tightened, ready to release a hot load of his sperm. They clapped loudly against your wet taint in time with his frenetic thrusts. “Mmfuck. M’sorry baby. Gonna cum soon.”
You cupped his face in your hands to look into his soft brown eyes. “Cum for me, Yuuji. Wanna feel you unload inside me…”
His head dropped and his ass flexed as he slammed harder into you, both of your moans filling the room. His cock was always the biggest just before he came, stretching your tight cunt a little more. The drag of his dark pink tip against your sweet spot made your walls squeeze around him, sending him over the edge.
“Shit! Cumming!” He choked on a whimper as his hips stuttered and his cock spasmed, filling you with his white hot cream.
You carded your fingers behind his ears and into his shorter, dark brown hair. A bead of sweat rolled down his chest, rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath.
Yuuji pulled out, but instead of rolling onto the bed beside you he grabbed you and flipped you over onto your belly.
You giggled. “Yuuji, baby, what are you-“
With his hands hooked around your hips he jerked them upward, forcing your ass into the air.
“I’m not done.”
He rubbed his cock along your folds, smearing the cum that was still seeping from your pussy. You whimpered when he smacked his sticky tip against your hard, pink bud.
His cock had softened a little but that didn’t stop him from bullying it back inside you. He could already feel more blood rushing to it as the tip dragged along your soft, wet walls.
You began pushing back against him, spurring him on. “Fuck me, Yuuji,” you whined, your greedy cunt trying to suck him in deeper.
He winced at the overstimulation, but didn’t complain or argue. This was what he wanted after all. To fuck you until he exhausted himself so that he’d be able to get some sleep that night.
The sight of you underneath him, your beautiful face and body, your eyes and heart so full of love for him, knowing that you trusted him with your life…he wanted to tell you how much he loved everything about you. He wanted to open up to you and tell you all about his shitty day; how horrible he felt about the way things went down and how powerless he felt because he wasn’t able to do more. But there were only so many words and he didn’t think he was smart enough to find or even know all the right ones. So he channeled and expressed it all in the best way he knew how.
“Ohgodohfuck Yuuuuu, please don’t stop fucking me! Need to cum on your cock, baby.”
Yuuji didn’t miss a beat. He picked up his pace again, fucking his leaking semen back into your cunt. His hips slammed against you, the prominent ridge of his cockhead thumping against your sweet spot with every hard thrust. He reached between your trembling legs, finding your clit to vigorously rub tight circles over it.
He’d come to read how close you were by the intensity of your clenching walls. Feeling your pussy squeeze around him tighter and tighter brought him closer to his end as well.
Your gasps and moans had become more urgent as the searing coil spooled up low in your belly. Your eyes fluttered and rolled back in your head, the side of your face pressed against the mattress as your man fucked you right.
“Yu-u-ji-i…” Your words came out in broken, slurred syllables in time with his powerful thrusts. “Fe-el-s-so-g-ood ba-by.”
Yuuji grunted as he plowed into you exquisitely, his fingers working feverishly over your twitching bud. On his next thrust, you found yourself thrown off the precipice of what it means to have a body and into pure ecstasy. Your hands grabbed at whatever they could get a hold of…mostly clawing at Yuuji’s burning thighs.
Your spent body collapsed onto the bed, too weak to hold up against your boyfriend’s pounding. Yuuji just kept right on fucking you into the mattress.
“Oh shit, m’gonna nut again! Fuck baby!”
No sooner had he announced his second orgasm did the dam in his balls break again. “Feels so amazing when your pussy milks my dick like this,” Yuuji groaned, pumping his hips slow and shallow as he flooded your twitching cunt with more of his thick cum.
He leaned over you, pressing his palms against the bed on either side of you to catch himself from dropping his full weight onto you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rolled over onto his side, taking you with him to spoon. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear, kissing the back of your neck and the tops of your shoulders.
After some postcoital cuddling, Yuuji helped you strip the bed. He carried everything to the washer while you put clean sheets on.
Once the bed was fit for sleeping on again, both of you got ready to take a shower. Yuuji turned the shower head on and made sure the water temperature was just how you liked it. When you were ready, he held the door open for you to get in first, stopping you just long enough to kiss you and say he loves you with a weak, but genuine smile.
You were lathering his back, taking special care around his deeper wounds when his shoulders began to shake.
You were one of the few people to see Yuuji Itadori cry. He hated crying in front of others. It wasn’t that he didn’t like being vulnerable, it was because he couldn’t stand feeling like he was burdening anyone. He was the worrier - others weren’t supposed to worry about him.
But you’d told him so many times over the three years you’d been together that you didn’t worry about him. You cared for him and loved him, more than anything. But you believed in him and his strength, his will to survive and his ability to hold his own in a fight. You especially believed in his drive to make the world a better place and only hoped that your support was enough to hold him up in times like these.
You’d always thought he deserved so much more than everything you had to give. Those were the times he grinned from ear to ear, eyes sparkling, promising you that even just a drop of your love was his whole lifeline. You gave him more of a reason to live than he’d ever had before.
But sometimes being a sorcerer took too much of a toll on him. You’d never try to convince him to quit, first because your knuckleheaded boyfriend was too stubborn to do anything he didn’t have a mind to. Secondly because you knew how much it meant to him to save as many lives as possible. Today was one of the days he wasn’t able to save them all.
You stopped washing him and simply wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head against his back. His hands covered his face and you felt the ragged breath he drew into his lungs before the dam broke.
You helped him down to the tiled shower floor, blood-tinged water washing down the drain. Keeping his head in his hands, he pulled his knees to his chest, going into little space. You knelt next to him, stroked his arm, and whispered, “Do you need to be alone, love?” Without lifting his head, he shook it to indicate that he needed you to stay. You sat down next to him and let him lean into you as you wrapped your loving arms around him.
You held him like that, wordlessly. His whole body trembled against you, his tears mixing with the water that fell all around you like warm summer rain. You bit your lip, fighting the urge to cry with him. Your heart ached for him, knowing the weight that he shouldered. But your tears would have to wait. Yuuji trusted you implicitly, knowing it was safe for him to fall apart because you’d always be there to put the pieces of him back together. For now at least, you had to be strong for him.
Yuuji rested his back against the shower wall while you washed his hair and the rest of his body. You rinsed him and turned the shower off before grabbing his towel. He stood up, legs a little shaky, and rubbed his head with the towel before wrapping it around his waist.
You both dried off and you brought Yuuji a clean pair of shorts. He sat on the edge of the tub while you dressed some of his wounds, softly speaking a few words of affirmation.
You went back to bed together. You laid on your back while Yuuji nestled his body between your legs and rested his weary head on your chest. Your heartbeat had always soothed him.
He took your hand, lacing his fingers between yours and looked up at you, resting his chin just below your breastbone. He pressed his lips to your knuckles. “I love you so much, (Y/n),” he rasped. “Thank you for taking such good care of me. I’m sorry I’m so much trouble sometimes.”
“You’re no trouble, babe. Killing curses is a thankless job. Most people don’t even know you put your life on the line every day to keep them safe.” You ran your fingers through his damp hair. “Taking care of you when you come home like this is the least I can do.”
“Don’t know what I did to deserve a girl like you,” he said, rubbing tender circles into your palms with his thumbs.
“Well, I’m no Jennifer Lawrence, but hopefully I’ll do,” you said, winking at him.
He flashed his bright smile and laughed quietly. All was right with the world again. “Baby. You put Jennifer Lawrence to shame. She can’t hold a fucking candle to you.”
A few minutes later Yuuji was snoring softly, his head resting on your chest as you combed your fingers through his soft pink hair.
