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bunny584 · 1 month

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OBSESSED: YUTA (PT. II)

A/N: Special grade lover boy finally has you, his dream girl, in his hands. Surely he’ll be able to handle it…right?

S/N: This one is for the anon(s), the Yuuta girlies. I hope this means I get to rush Yuta Phi Alpha next year!! 🤭 (you can read part I here )

C/W: Yandere themes, aged up characters (21+), Mature, 18+

Any minute now.

You should be calling, any minute now.

Yuuta rolls his favorite pair of your underwear into a cylinder.

Even. Perfect.

He tucks it next to the 14 other perfectly even cylinders he’s taken from you.

An impressive collection, considering that it’s been only 3 months since he’s been back from Morocco.

3 months since you eviscerated the barrier between fantasy and reality.

You touched him. You kissed him. His building blocks came crashing down at your feet.

And yet, you still don’t see him.

It’s been torture.

Purgatory.

Falling back into the platonic, easy insteps of friendship. Breathy giggles. Air tight hugs. Feather light kisses.

On his cheek.

Friendly gestures as thin as the air on the summit of Mount Everest.

Leaving Yuuta the same way, every time.

Desperately tugging his cock.

Filling your stolen lingerie with his seed. Marking you. Branding you as his over and over again. In the confines of his quiet, sterile apartment.

Sullied by his lewd coping mechanisms. Babbling your praises day in and day out. The paintings on his walls know you by name.

Because you’re his.

Yuuta has chosen to love you every minute between sunrise and sunset and sunrise again. Ever since his cold met your warmth.

From afar. In the dark. Meticulously crafting the blueprint of your future together. Where you love him, freely. Openly. Without input from your friends or exes.

You need him.

Why else would he be the first person you call after every date?

Agonizing about whether you said the right thing. Or wore the right thing. Leaving a long list of people Yuuta has to take care of.

Not that he minds. He loves helping you.

Beautiful, silly girl.

Can’t you see?

He’s already created a gorgeous life for you two. He’ll give you the stars. The moon. A whole galaxy if you want it.

True, mutual love.

He just has to make you see it.

See him.

“There you are.” Your ringtone is his personal call bell.

Yuuta was starting to think you were going to use your girlfriend’s shoulder to cry on instead of him.

You were supposed to be out on a third date tonight. But you’re not. When it comes to picking up the pieces after your frivolous little flings — Yuuta is always your go to.

“Hey you.”

His palm caresses the heavy bulge in his pants. Tone is steady. Unassuming.

“Yuuta?” Soft sobs intertwine with his name, and it’s decadent.

“Hey. Hey.” Yuuta’s fingers impatiently tug down his zipper. Adams Apple sliding down the column of his neck, swallowing a moan.

You sound so pretty like this.

“What’s wrong, beautiful?”

“Can I…can I just come over?”

“Yes..of course you can.” Each word rolls off his tongue carefully. A stark contrast to the storm winds rattling his heart around its cage.

Broken, teary whines kiss his ears and glide down his spine. Yuuta pulls his cock free. Smearing pearly beads of pre cum around his swollen head. His body is so well trained for you. Primed to your voice. Your touch. Your gaze.

“You’re the best, Yuu.”

A satisfied grin blooms across Yuuta’s face. He uncurls his long fingers from around his base.

No more self indulgence. Not yet.

Tonight is about you.

“See you soon.”

—-

Is this wrong?

This is wrong.

…right?

Your fingers plait together. Shifting weight between your feet.

Staring at Yuuta’s door, knowing your dark-haired, sleepy-eyed friend is probably watching the clock. Anticipating your arrival.

Maybe you shouldn’t vent to him about other guys.

Maybe you shouldn’t use him to soothe your broken heart.

But he’s so soft with you.

Patient. With open ears, open arms. His capacity for you seems limitless.

Always peering at you with those deep set, graphite eyes. Opaque, winter fog. Quick to muddle your sense of direction if you look into them long enough.

Kind, but so, so unsettling.

Before you can reason yourself away from his apartment, Yuuta pulls open his front door.

“Hey pretty,” his mellow greeting is a warm weighted blanket around your shoulders.

“Hi Yuu,” your arms snake around his neck. Because it’s comfortable. He’s comfortable.

His toned arms sink into your lower back. As if your waist was tailored to the contour of his muscle. A low sigh breezes against your neck.

“Come in.”

Yuuta is hushed. He always is. Perpetually whispering secrets for your ears only.

You follow the gentle sorcerer into his apartment. Low lit. Shadows from the candle wicks dancing along his walls. Beckoning you into his lair.

“I made you some tea, is that okay?”

Yuuta’s lithe fingers fidget against his thighs. Almost 4 years of friendship and he still hasn’t shaken his nervous ticks around you.

Sweet boy.

“Yes please,” your smile is already less gloomy.

Yuuta mirrors you with a lopsided smile of his own. Small dimples dusting a boyish charm over his otherwise haunting features. He shuffles to the kitchen. And you take in his broad shoulders. Lean, muscular physique.

He really is handsome.

Eerily beautiful.

Effervescent porcelain skin, deepened from the Moroccan sun. Acute, angular jaw line. High cheekbones. Thick, raven hair that’s always a little storm-tossed.

A crescent moon against a clear night sky. Watching over souls trapped in their own personal graveyards.

There’s something about him that always seems…heavy.

Constantly balancing the weight of the world on his back.

Or something.

You settle in the couch just as Yuuta materializes into the living room. Stealthy, quiet footsteps. If he wasn’t the one who let you in you could be convinced that you’re alone in his apartment.

“Be careful, it’s still hot.” Yuuta warns. His eyes linger on your lips. Memorizing each pucker.

He’s so close.

Sweet steam kisses his face with each blow. And he sits there. Perfectly opposite of your mug.

Unphased. Unblinking. Still.

Close enough to take a sip of his own.

“Thank you for letting me come over on short notice, Yuu.”

Your thighs startle beneath his wintry touch. Both palms, larger than you remember, knead the fleshiest part of your hips.

“Don’t thank me. I’m here for you.” His tone descends. A deep drawl laced with conviction.

“I’ll always be here for you.” Yuuta repeats, pads of his fingers indent into your skin.

Your eyes metronome between his.

Slowly evanescing into his firm, glacial touch. Hazy from his half lidded gaze. There’s no time space continuum between you two.

“Yuuta—“

“Tell me what happened.” Shards of glass rain down his dry windpipe. Willing with every cell in his body to remain neutral.

The gates open.

You’re so animated. It’s captivating. How you feel so many things.

The way your eyes flutter while telling him about how you were stood up. A call came out of the blue. A short, unsatisfying cancellation of your dinner date.

And Yuuta leans in. Nodding. Petting your mouth-fucking-watering thighs. Forcing himself to remember to move his eyebrows. And blink. And look away from Aphrodite every so often.

He knows the story.

He wrote the story.

And for the record, gorgeous. Your crush sounds pathetic when he’s begging for mercy.

Weak.

A man like that is beneath you.

Yuuta’s jaw loses tone.

Pretty crystals line your eyes. Your bottom lip is swollen. Red like Merlot stains on a bottle cork. Your mini skirt rides up a quarter inch higher by the second. Mostly from his fingers. Every time you gesticulate he caresses just a bit higher.

White noise fills the space between Yuuta’s ears. He’s inebriated. Incapacitated by the honey that seeps from your mouth every time you speak.

And he can’t keep ignoring the way his cock is thrashing against its barrier. Begging. Pleading for reprieve.

The Apple in the Garden of Eden.

And the consequences of his inevitable bite mean nothing to him.

“Please,” Yuuta interrupts. Barely above a whisper.

Your eyebrows crawl together at the center of your barbie doll face. So oblivious. Blissfully unaware of how you fuck his brain to nothing but smooth, empty, mush.

“I’m sorry I’m rambling—“

“No. No.”

Yuuta’s body moves before his mind can catch up. He slides off the couch to his knees. Nudging his hips between your legs. His muscular arms hook beneath your legs at lightening speed.

You have no time to gather words when he pulls you to the edge of the couch.

“Yuuta?” Delicate hands fly to his shoulders. Steadying yourself in this new, sudden position.

You’re heady. Shocked. Glassy eyed. Fully flushed from your button nose to ears.

You have no idea how addicting you are. Working sticky heat out of Yuuta’s needy length without even touching him.

He presses his lips into your inner thigh. Instinctively gripping your hips forward when you reflexively jump back.

“So perfect,” Goosebumps cascade along where his moist mouth traces.

“Y-yuuta, we...we’re friends.”

Yuuta drags his drunken gaze to meet yours. Resting his head in your lap. Feathering his icy hands up your butter soft skin.

“You’re so pretty.” He murmurs. Purposefully evading your observations.

He has some observations of his own.

Yuuta doesn’t miss the way his praise affects you. How your breath hitches. And your nails dig into his shoulders. Pupils blown to a full moon.

And the slow growing damp spot at the apex of your pink cotton panties. Yuuta can’t bring himself to stare at your precious rose. Not yet. He’ll cum in his pants if he looks now.

His slender nose traces up your quivering leg. And you bloom. Thighs drifting further apart. Making space for him. Inviting him in. Rewarding him.

“I can make you feel better.”

You gift him a pitiful little whine in response. Timid fingers travel into his nape. Yuuta’s heavy eyelids curtain his vision.

The room is spinning.

And Yuuta is kneeling at the only alter he will worship at. The only alter that will ever receive his devotion.

Those years of waiting. Wanting. Watching. Unsent love letters. Saved texts. Practiced conversations in the mirror. Stolen trinkets. Pieces of you he’s kept along the way.

It was all worth it.

Because the love of his life is spread open for him. Vulnerable. Needy. Melting beneath his touch like your body knows it belongs to him.

Yuuta couldn’t hold back if he wanted to.

“D..do you know how perfect you are?” Yuuta asks the warm, sore flesh beneath his lips. Admiring the trail of bruises he’s left up your inner thigh.

“Yuu, you don’t mean that.” You mewl and squirm like a brand new kitten. Mousing his hair between your fingers.

“I mean it. Y..you’re so…” his voice trails off when his trembling, pale digits finally press into your wet heat.

“S-soft. You’re so soft.” Drool pooling in his mouth chips away at his coherence.

Yuuta’s stormy eyes find the meeting point of his hand and your sex. The sight alone bucks his diamond hard shaft off of his leg. The friction from his damp boxers and rigid jean blurs his vision.

“Oh pretty girl.”

“Mmghhhh Y-Yuu..ah god.”

Both of your husky musings collide. Yuuta drives his long two fingers into your accepting, driveling opening.

He immediately curls up into your pleasure point. Eliciting the most dreamy, listless curve to your back. Tossing your head into the pillows behind you. Gripping his roots into your hand.

“Y-yuu, I need…please.”

Whimpers wrap around Yuuta’s cock and jerks him out of his fucked out state.

He didn’t realize he was open-mouth staring at how your cunt squeezes and tugs on his fingers. Leaking your dew onto your thighs. His fingers. His couch. Saliva streams down the corner of his mouth like he’s a starved animal.

He blinks up at you. Debauched. Lusty. Filthy in the way your hips are undulating against him. Taking your pleasure right out of his hands.

“I need…I need to hear you say it baby.”

Yuuta swipes his tongue against your clothed pussy. And you nearly buck off the couch.

“Please, y-yuu,” diamonds line your eyes again. So much pleasure in the pain of being teased.

“Say it, baby.” His breath kisses your swollen clit. “T-tell me what you need.”

“Lick..please, suck…Yuu,” He’s never heard a more beautiful plea. And his restraint was already teetering on a hair string.

Yuuta’s other free hand rips your panties away from your dewy folds. And his spine is set on fire.

The dull ache in his pelvis crashes into him like he’s at the deadly meeting point of the Atlantic, Pacific and Southern oceans.

“So..so pre..god.” Nonsensical words. Unintelligible noises.

Then his tongue circles your bud and he is gifted a taste of your elixir.

Somewhere between his pathetic sobs into your pussy, your gorgeous melody filling the room and how you grind your pretty petals along the length of his tongue — Yuuta isn’t sure he’ll be able to survive this.

At some point he pulled his cock free from its restraint. Spearing high and heavy in the air. Constant needy dribbles of pre cum staining his shirt, rolling down the length of his shaft. One or two drops even escaping to the floor between his knees.

He hasn’t stroked his length once. And he is this close to release.

And it is infuriating.

Yuuta hates how closely he is riding his peak right now.

Because he is not nearly done with you yet.

He wants you on his tongue. On his cock. For hours. He needs to coax orgasm after orgasm out of his one true love.

“Y-yuuta,” your right hand pulls at his head with all your strength. Yuuta has to bite back a whine.

His murky gaze meets your darkened one.

“Inside.” A clear, high-pitched command.

And Yuuta couldn’t dream of denying you. Of saying no to you, ever.

“O-okay, yes baby.”

He stumbles to his feet. Shakily working his jeans and boxers into a pile around his feet.

Your wide eyes and oh shaped mouth stains his face cherry red.

Why are you looking at him like that?

Is he not enough?

Were your other lovers bigger?

He’ll get rid of them if—

“Yuuta…will it fit?”

You shatter his spiral to stardust. He can breathe again for the first time since you came over.

Yuuta eagerly chases you up the length of the couch. Until he’s nestled comfortably in your legs. Your heat kissing along his drenched rod. Mixing your arousal with his.

“It’ll fit, because you’re made for me”

Yuuta rasps through tight lips. Burying his head into the gentle slope of your neck.

How is everything going exactly right and completely wrong at the same time?

He is more disciplined than this.

He is supposed to be in control.

But your warm, sweet petals sheath his length.

And you begin to circle your hips underneath him. Rubbing your nectar along his cock like you are marking him as yours.

Yuuta loses his sense of reality.

Unrelenting waves of heat ram into his groin. His cock stutters and beats against your precious cunt. He can’t bring himself to look you in the eye. Because everything dampens.

“No…n—no no wait!”

Yuuta smears protests into your neck. Hips rutting against your opening. Pressing you deep within the cushions. Rabid, uncontrolled movements. Ascending in pace faster than you can keep up.

“Fuck, fuck..”

“Yuuta? Are you cu—“

You have your answer the moment his hips hover over yours. Cupping his thick, blushing tip.

He fails to contain his explosion. Yuuta is mortified when stark white globs contrast your black mini skirt.

Air settles thick between you.

Circulating breaths between his clipped and your shocked ones. Decades pass between you before silence is broken.

“Don’t worry, Yuu! This doesn’t change anything.” Your smile is light and playful. Kind in the way that makes him fall in love with you again.

But…what do you mean?

Of course this changes everything.

He can please you.

He knows that.

This was just…

This was just one time.

The first time.

Amidst the cyclone of thoughts decimating Yuuta's brain, you’ve managed to wiggle around him. Currently lacing up your strappy heels.

Yuuta’s mouth lolls open but words fail to materialize.

Once you’re satisfied with your appearance, you prance over to his side. Still frozen on the couch with a handful of his cum. In the messy remnants of his unwanted peak.

Your lips meet his cheek. And your next words run his blood subzero.

“We’re still friends! We’ll always be friends, Yuu.”

Yuuta’s steely eyes laser into your retreating figure with sniper precision.

Beautiful, silly girl.

You two will never be just friends.

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crushmeeren · 3 months

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Everyone in this work of fiction is aged up/18+, if that bothers you—block me or keep scrolling

One Shot? NSFW Headcannons? Both.

Warnings; yandere Yuuta vibes, cursing, possessive & obsessive behavior, violent threats (Yuuta threatens to snap somebody’s fingers), rough sex, biting, breath play, dirty talk, light smacking, reader getting stuffed

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Yuuta who loves you wholeheartedly yet…painfully. Obsessively. More than obsession. Whose heart beats cruelly for you. Thumping in such a rhythm he’s sure it’s in tune with the pronunciation of your name. His love for you devours him completely—and he’s high on the way you love him.

Yuuta who lets you be privy to all the dark, depraved thoughts that seem to constantly rattle through his brain.

Yuuta who aches when he has to be apart from you. Who would crawl inside your skin if he could. Who tells you so often. (your feelings are mutual)

Yuuta who takes you out bar hopping on occasion. Who gets a thrill showing off what’s his. Whose gaze is intense as he watches another below average man attempt to dance with you, his arm brushing your wrist. Who gets a sick sort pleasure curling in his chest as he takes note of the bitchy expression on your face when you shut him down.

Yuuta who throws back a shot easily. Who saunters over from his spot at the bar. Who approaches you casually, hands tucked away in his pockets, curled into fists. Whose lips are pulled into a sweet grin, sleepy eyes flitting between you and below average Joe.

Yuuta whose entirely fake calm demeanor forces a cold thrill to shiver down your spine, because you know the beast that lurks just beneath. Who makes your blood thrum as he leans into the man’s face, lazy smile never faltering when he speaks.

Yuuta who you know has a boiling rage licking in between his rib cage when he threatens the man with a serene voice. Your hair stands on end when Yuuta’s posture drops the temperature around you by a few degrees. Who tells the stranger in a voice that rivals the Antarctic, I’ll snap your fucking fingers one by one if you ever touch what’s mine again. (your heart’s in your throat. you need Yuuta to take you home. now.)

Yuuta who studies the man’s face as it pales, as he turns, running with his tail tucked between his legs. Yuuta who then turns to you, smile so sweet your teeth ache.

Yuuta who lets his fingers grip your wrist too tightly. Forcing your finger tips to pulsate from lack of blood flow as he drags you out the bar & to your home. (The anticipatory butterflies knock around your belly because you know he’s gonna remind you who you belong too—you can’t fucking wait)

Yuuta who lets the tension in the air thicken to the point of suffocating. Who whistles a bright tune as he walks leisurely to your bedroom—giving you chills at how eerie it is. Who lets you follow behind before he’s slamming the door hard enough to rock the foundation.

Yuuta who slams you up against the door, your skull knocking into the wood. Pain radiating down to your neck. Whose finger tips dig harshly into the muscle of your jaw as he forces it to stay shut.

Yuuta whose face flattens into an expression you’ve only ever seen on sociopaths. Whose sanpaku eyes look empty, but you know he’s livid on the inside.

Yuuta who invades your personal space, making your teeth creak in his grasp. Who murmurs low & rough you wanted to watch me break that fuckers arm didn’t you baby? You can only whine in agreement, body flushing hotly.

Yuuta who hums in acknowledgment. Who gives you a pretty smile because he knows you’re just as twisted as he is. Who coos you only have to ask, my heart—I’ll slice anyone in half if you so desire. You know how much I love you.

Yuuta who lets go of your jaw, kissing you eagerly, teeth knocking yours. Whose lips are hot, slick but ultimately soft when they meet yours again & again. Who moans beautifully into your mouth, tongue playing sweetly with yours.

Yuuta who then bites down on your warm tongue—hard enough to make you bleed. Who grins, giggling into your kiss when you sink your own teeth into his lower lip just as brutally. Pulling on it. Releasing it with a wet pop.

Yuuta who strips you both bare. Whose cock is already achingly hard as he forces you onto your back on the bed. Who places a warm palm in the middle of your sternum, roughly pinning you to the mattress. Who admires the way your tits gently bounce whenever you squirm under his grip.

Yuuta who pushes two fingers into your mouth, purring at you to suck them like you’re sucking my cock baby. Who groans softly when you do just as you’re told. Who rips his fingers from your mouth—sinking his canines into the flesh of your shoulder & gripping your tits. Who lets his shaft spread the lips of your slick pussy, rolling his hips—never letting his teeth free of your shoulder.

Yuuta who listens to you whimper & choke on your moans, whining Yuuta, please my love—nngh, want you to fuck me! Who finally releases his bite, who stares down at you with a reassuring half smile—who then smacks you across the cheek hard enough to whip your head to one side, making you yelp. Who knows you love when he treats you this way.

Yuuta who is still too pissed off about earlier, not wasting any more energy on foreplay tonight. Who knows your pussy drools for him anyways as he bends to your whim—even if he tries not to show it.

Yuuta who sits back on his heels. Who presses just the tip inside your warm, silky pussy—already trying to swallow his cock entirely. Who listens to your soft cries of pleasure & fills you completely with no hesitation, no resistance. Who moans with you when his balls are snug against your ass.

Yuuta whose eyes flutter shut as he grips your ankle, pulling one leg over his shoulder. Who bends forward, splitting you open over & over as he fucks you harshly from the beginning. Who revels in the wet hiccups & whines you’re gifting him. Pleading just like—oh fuck! fuck yes Yuuta, right there, please make me cum!

Yuuta who laughs humorlessly, cock pulsing when your sweet voice begs for him. Who purposely lets his tip kiss your cervix repeatedly. Whose tone is so mean when he speaks oh? you wanna cum? then you better fucking cum hard on my cock. your pussy is all for me, my heart. I own you—don’t forget it.

Yuuta who braces a hand on the bed, bending you further in half. Who uses the large palm of his free hand to encase your mouth & nose, cutting off your air. Who tilts his hips just right, taunting you—mm if you don’t wanna pass out, you better cum quickly for me. Who chomps down on his lower lip while he gazes at your face, eyes eternally sleepy. Who loves the feel of your nails sinking into his forearms.

Yuuta who feels his balls tighten up when your back arches off the bed, writhing because you can’t breathe. Who can feel your pussy starting to flutter as your eyes roll back in your head. Who snarls god, you’re gonna cum aren’t you? looks like you’re running out of air, but who isn’t fairing any better. Whose cheeks are bright red, who’s huffing as he thrusts, who has sweat trailing down his temple.

Yuuta who inhales sharply through his teeth as your pussy gets unbearably tight, who immediately allows you to breathe as soon as you start to cum, suffocating his cock in the best kind of way. Who makes you dizzy with the intensity of your orgasm as your lungs burn for air.

Yuuta who does a 180. Mouth falling open, eyebrows scrunching. Mean streak disappearing completely. Who lets out a sweet moan as he lets your leg down, smothering his face in your neck. Whose breath hitches, whining fuck—ah, I’m gonna cum baby. Whose cock twitches as he starts to climax, shallowly thrusting, stuffing you full with sticky ribbons of his release.

Yuuta who chants, I love you baby, love you so goddamn much. I’ll do anything for you, my heart. Who pants hotly against your skin as he goes limp, snaking his arms underneath you in a tight hug.

Yuuta who all but purrs as your nails scratch soothingly over his scalp, sending shivers down his spine. Who feels warm & pleasantly gooey when you coo at him, whispering his praises & how much you love him into his ear as you lay intertwined.

Yuuta who takes care of you afterwards, cleaning you up, rubbing your back and hugging you close under the blankets. Who tells you how good you were for him, what a sweet girl you are. Whispering he loves you at least a thousand times. Who turns you around to be his little spoon, molding his body to the back of yours. Who slips an arm around your waist, forehead pressed against your back.

Yuuta who loves you an unhealthy amount. Who’s menacing, insane—unbelievably loving. But it’s all okay with you, you’re just as obsessed as he is.

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minarinnn · 4 months

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VIRGIN! YUUTA

virgin! yuuta who found himself at a college party his best friend inumaki was throwing

virgin! yuuta who sparked up a conversation with you because you just so happened to be sitting next to him when yuuji broke the ping pong table

virgin! yuuta who doesn’t realize how close you’ve gotten to him and the looks your giving him, practically devouring him with your sight alone

virgin! yuuta who begins to stutter when you start to play with his necklace while he was rambling about how he knew inumaki

virgin! yuuta who hesitates to say yes when you invite him to one of the bathroom upstairs

virgin! yuuta who’s beyond nervous because the farthest he’s ever gone was making out and that was in 10th grade

virgin! yuuta who’s a little relieved when you’re not turned off by him not knowing. you’re saying that you’ll teach him? great!

virgin! yuuta who almost put it in the wrong hole before you guided him

virgin! yuuta who can’t stop whining over how tight you are, his dick throbbing while his nails dug into the side of your hips

virgin! yuuta who can’t stop praising you because you feel so good

virgin! yuuta who, in his pleasurable high, forgets he has to pull out and ends up dumping his seed inside of you

virgin! yuuta who loves the sight of his cum dripping out of you’re pretty cunt

virgin! yuuta who feels bad because he came so fast that you didn’t get the chance to finish

virgin! yuuta who’s eyes widen when you tell him that since you didn’t get to finish with him he had to eat you out until you were pleased. but don’t worry, you’ll give him tips and trick on how to make you cum

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chosok-amo · 3 months

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JJK HEADCANON : THEIR REACTION WHEN YOU'RE KISSING OTHER MAN PART. O2

both of you went to shoko's new years party and you've been in s situationship with them for a while now, but they came with another woman so you kissed another man in a petty way to get back at them.

headcanon by @satoruina on tiktok

PART O2 | PART O1

𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

he knows damn well you're acting like that on purpose and he can't blame you, he's just upset it's actually working and he's becoming jealous. try his best to stay calm and collected but easily looses his shit and walks up to you not caring if he's embarrassing himself. says you're an idiot and that if you were also jealous you should've just said so. he apologizes for coming with someone else and takes you home with him to watch movies,funny enough in the movie some fireworks went out and you both awkwardly had your first kiss together. fate always found a way to bring you guys back

𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈

he doesn't care if he looks silly he immediately runs up to you mid kiss and asks what the hell is going on, very dramatically pulls you away and tells you with a frown he wanted to be your new years kiss. when you mention the girl he says she's just a friend. you both make up and he shyly asks if you wanted to redo the kiss but this time with him, he says he has a few sparklers you guys could light up and kiss in front of.

𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀 𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐔

yuta had a mixture of emotions, maybe you didn't like him anymore? so many thoughts went through his head and he decided to just leave the party early. you eventually found him outside with his friends and asked him what was wrong he explained the situation and you felt terrible. you both had a misunderstanding and the girl he came with was just an old friend. he apologizes and maki and panda tease you guys to just kiss and get it over with. you eventually had a very awkward but cute kiss with multiple people in the back teasing you guys.

𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄

When he saw you kissing another man he immediately felt angry but he couldn't even express the pain he was feeling, he had no other choice but to confront you then and there throwing around angry 'bonito flakes' that only left you utterly confused. he was motioning to your lips and his lips making it very obvious what it is he wanted. this situation was painfully awkward but cute. you knew he couldn't express properly what he wanted to say so you saved him the stress and went in for a kiss, he held you in his embrace tightly and you both kissed for a while.

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yuuuhiii · 1 month

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♯ birthday boy ྀི

includes : 2.2k words, smut! , fluff , established relationship, not proof read MINORS DNI!!!

note : it’s Yuuta’s day! Hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I did:)!

Your boyfriend’s birthday would always be your favorite thing to celebrate. Even way before you were dating you loved to do small things for him.

Baking a small cake, getting him a little gift, or even just being in his presence. He’d always tell you that it was okay to not do anything, he couldn’t stress it enough. However you’d assure him it was something you loved doing for him.

Knowing how you were though, planning the perfect day for him was always stressful. Especially since you hadn’t seen him for a month. He was sent abroad and got the green light to come home for his birthday from the higher ups.

Just this once.

So you were even a little nervous, the surprise party you were throwing for him wasn’t big but it was definitely meaningful. All of the people that were dear to him would be here so you knew he’d love it.

“Ouch! Okay! Uh Maki can you grab me that plate please?” You yell signaling to her as you pulled out Yuuta’s freshly baked cake.

You had invited everyone over a couple hours earlier before Yuuta’s arrival, they all brought their own food and desserts. All of them pitched in and even helped you set up the party.

“Here you go.” She sets it on the counter, helping you pull out the cake and she snorts at your state. Your hair disheveled, in nothing but one of Yuuta’s shirts and an apron.

“You should go freshen up, me and Inumaki can take care of this.” She smirks but you shake your head.

“It’s fine! I still have time left.” You smile waving her off, she mutters an okay, walking back to Fushiguro and Inumaki.

You happily spin the cake around, plastering frosting all over it. Decorating simple yet pretty, just like your boyfriend. As you’re adding one last strawberry, Itadori’s voice catches your attention.

“Uh I think he’s here.” You whip your head around, checking the time.

“That can’t be true we still have an hour left!” You wash your hands, drying them and rushing to your window. You gasp upon seeing your boyfriend walk up the stairs to your apartment.

“What’s he doing here so early!” You whisper shout, frantically turning around to see if everything was set in place.

It was indeed not.

Decorations were half done, the snack table weren’t even organized and the food hadn’t even come! And besides all of that you weren’t even ready.

You bite your lip, ushering everyone to hide. You tried your best to plant more strawberries and hurriedly stuff candles on his cake until your heard the door unlock.

“Baby! I’m home.” You can hear him say, the sound of his katana and bag being set on the floor.

“Surprise!”

Everyone yells and the lights turn on, confetti being shot and party blowers being blown. Your boyfriend’s eyes scan the room, smiling upon seeing all of his friends. He freezes once his eyes land on you.

You have a sheepish smile on your face, holding his cake in your hands. A strawberry slowly falls over, sinking into the frosting. His eyes soften almost immediately.

You all begin to see my happy birthday to him. As you all sing he slowly walks over to you, standing in front of you, helping you hold the cake.

He stares down at you, all his love pouring out of his eyes with just one stare. Once you all finished you whisper to him.

“Make a wish.”

He smiles widely, looking at you and at his candles he blows. Everyone cheers and you feed him a strawberry, making him giggle.

After he greets everyone, you make your way back to the counter, setting down his cake. His arms wrap around your waist, his nose rubbing into the nape of your neck.

“Yuu!” You turn around and he traps you against the counter.

“You look so cute.” He smiles and you pout.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t have enough time to finish. I didn’t know you were coming back early.” You rub his cheek and he leans into your palm.

“Well I wanted to come as soon as possible. Although I did think I was just coming home to you.” He laughs and you purse your lips. He leans in close, swiping his thumb along your cheek and popping it in his mouth.

“You had frosting on your cheek honey.” He moves to kiss you, planting a sweet peck on your lips. However he grows more angsty, littering kisses along your neck.

“Missed you so much.” He whispers against your neck and you gulp.

“Baby we have guests over.” He sighs against your neck, stopping himself from sucking a mark on your pretty skin.

“Then let’s go in the restroom real quick.” He whines, pulling at your (his) shirt.

“No! I have another surprise for you, but that’s just for us two.” You blush and he perks up. “

Just for us hm?” He laughs, pecking the top of your head.

“I’ll behave till then, thank you for all this pretty.” He caresses your cheek and with that he’s joining Inumaki in beer pong against Maki and Yuuji.

Throughout the rest of the party you’re going in and out of your shared bedroom. Yuuta watches you the whole time, no matter who’s talking to him, he’ll always focus on you.

And as it gets later he’s surprised when you turn in for the night, even more surprised when you’re now dolled up.

Your hair is done, little bit of makeup on your face, and god you smell so good.

You give him a sly look, closing the door in front of you. Your stare resembled a siren, the way it was hypnotizing and luring him in.

He quickly lets everyone know that he was done for the night. Gojo and Inumaki teasing him for being an old fart. He lets them spew their unharmful comments, taking it all with a smile and a wave of goodbye.

Once the door is closed and lock, his cold stare is locked with the bedroom door. He’s stalks over there with purpose, his cock somewhat hardening in his pants.

He just missed you so much, the only thing he could think about his plane ride home was getting back to you and fucking you, filling you up with all of his love.

He jiggles the door knob and it’s locked. He pouts, lightly knocking on the door.

“Honey? You alright?” He asks, pressing his ear against the door, trying to listen to what you’re doing.

“Is everyone gone?” He can hear your sweet voice and he can feel his heart flutter and clench.

“Yea baby they’re gone. Can you let me in please?”

Maybe it’s a little dramatic but he’s getting a little annoyed that this stupid door was separating you both when he’d rather have you in his arms. He hears the door click, signaling it’s unlocked and he steps back. You slowly pry open the door, his eyes widening.

Your body adorned a baby pink lingerie set, one that Yuuta had sent you a picture from where he was, saying you’d look stunning in it.

The bedroom smells cozy, candles littering the room, rose petals as well. He’s at a loss for words yet despite everything he can’t tear his eyes from you.

He watches you pull your lips between your teeth, a feeble attempt to hide your nervous fidgeting. His mouth has gone dry and it’s gaping.

“Oh baby.” He says breathlessly, his hands finding comfort on your waist. You gulp, your hands lightly resting on his shoulders.

“Surprise?” You laugh and he smiles widely, only a smile that you could pull from him.

“Jesus Christ Angel , you’re gonna kill me.” He sighs, his grip on your waist tightening, a way to try and ground himself.

“Happy birthday Yuu.” You kiss him, making him sigh into it, pulling you impossibly closer. You pull away, a shy smile on your lips.

“I’m your birthday gift.” You smile and he laughs.

“Yea? Best gift I could ever receive.” He picks you up so easily, making you squeal, wrapping your legs and arms around him.

“Wait! I’m not finished!” You exclaim, as he places you down on the bed.

“What is it?” He asks, playing with your hair.

“You can do anything you want with me.” You smile and he melts.

“Anything?” He raises his brows and you nod.

“Thank you pretty, I just wanna make love to you so fucking bad right now.” He rasps, tearing off his shirt.

He’s on you in an instant and it makes you giggle. His hands are everywhere, feeling up all of your body.

“You’re making me go crazy, dressed like this for me.” He whispers against your lips, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth.

“Just for you Yuuta.” You moan in his mouth and he growls. He kicks his pants off, his hands ghosting the straps of your top.

“Debating if I should fuck you in this or not.” He gasps out and you sit up.

“Whatever you wanna do baby.” You say, your hand rubbing over his clothed cock.

He hisses, grabbing your wrist. He lays you against the sheets once again. There wasn’t any part of your body that wasn’t covered with his kisses and marks.

So giving that, he’d decided to undress you, leaving you both bare and basking in each other’s warmth. You’re breathless under him, squirming and a moaning mess. He found it all to cute, you were so perfect.

Putting in this much effort just because it was his birthday, letting him have you like this just because you loved him. After paying your body a little too much attention, he’s straining against his boxers, no longer having the patience.

“How you feeling pretty?” He asks, pulling down his boxers, his cock slapping against his stomach.

“Empty, need you Yuu.” You pout and sighs from your words.

“Gonna fill my pretty girl up yea?” You nod as he guides his cock to your gaping hole.

You both share a loud moan as he sinks in, gripping his shoulders to the point, crescents formed on his skin from your nails.

“So big.” You whine and he twitches.

He almost pulls out, before he’s sheathing himself inside you once again. His hands find yours, trapping them with his big hands. He panting above you, already pussy drunk from your wet heat.

“F-Fuck baby, m’not gonna last. Been so long since I’ve been inside her.” He whimpers, shoving his face in your neck.

“S’ok just want you to feel good. Let me take care of you.” You say out of breath.

Even in your fucked out state, you push him, now straddling his lap. You quickly sink down on him and a guttural moan leaves his throat.

“Ngh—so tight pretty, shit.” His head hits the pillow as his mind goes mush because of the way you work your hips down on him.

He watches you in bliss as your face contorts in pleasure, the way he’s the one that can only elicit such pretty sounds from your mouth.

“I-I love you, love you so much you don’t understand.” He babbles, thrusting into you. You clench around him and he stutters, letting your hips roll down on him.

“Love you too Yuu.”

He pulls you in a messy kiss, saliva exchanged, tongues fighting for dominance.

“ ‘m gonna fucking cum.” He grunts against your lips, brows pulled together.

“Cum with me baby please, please.” He begs, one of his hands moving to rub at your clit. You gasp, and clench around him.

He leans up and kisses you as you both finish. You’re both breathless against each other, your hips are still rolling against him, milking him dry. He whimpers under you.

“Such a good girl.” He rasps, staring up at you and rubbing your thighs comfortingly. You pull off of him, falling on top of his chest.

He smiles down at you with all the love in the world. He combs his hands through your hair as you draw shapes on his chest.

“I would offer a nice warm bath but you really did a number on me.” He laughs and your heart swarms at the sound.

“It’s okay love, this is nice.” You cuddle up more against him, draping a leg over him, your arms enclosing around him.

“I miss you a lot Yuu.” You mumble against his chest, suddenly feeling sad. The look on your face pains him, it makes him want to cry.

“I do too, you’re such a strong girl, waiting for me like this, you deserve so much better.” He sighs. Your head snaps up, your eyes blinking rapidly.

“Are you breaking up with me?” Your voice wavers and your hurt expression makes Yuuta’s heart stop.

“N-No! I would never! Well I mean, only if you wanted to but you know I can’t.” He caresses your cheek.

“I’d never leave you, you’re the only one I want.”

And he means those words with everything that he is.

He hopes that the promise ring in his bag was enough to prove that as well.

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threewholeants · 2 months

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— texting jjk men… 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪

— bf!yuuta texts & tweets ;

requested! suggestive at times (like two jokes abt suckin dick) nd also ? maybe a warning for slight yan!yuuta??

A/N: woaw i do not know why this took me so long to write! i feel like this is BAD so pls.. tell me off if i’m even SLIGHTLY mischaracterising this man bc i’ll kms 🙁

matching profiles + ??? rika ???

random + me unapologetically itafushi truthing !

the kaomojis r making me laugh justtt a little..

yuu being the sweetest boy to every exist?? + the funniest tweet ever + aw gojo can be sweet sometimes!

jealous babygirl and maybe a smidge of yan!yuuta?? as a treat??? (this bit. made me a little sicky to write bc he jus sounds like my ex LOL….. but it’s ok bc it’s yuuta!)

thanku 4 reading !! hope u enjoyed <3 pls be sure to reblog, comment, or send an ask if u enjoyed !!

u can find more of my stuff here !

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soxcietyy · 3 months

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Can I request Yuta and y/n go to gojo’s house to “house sit” while he’s out on a mission (for whatever reason gojo wants them to watch his house), and while in there, they have rough sex and Gojo comes home to his house and they hide in one of his closets and finish in there.😭

House sitting

"If anything breaks I’m going to make sure it comes out your pockets." Gojo said with a stern voice over the phone.

Today your lovely teacher left you and Yuta to house sit for extra credit. He had a week long mission across Japan and he needed someone to take care of his home. Mostly because he had a very expensive pet Koi fish to be maintained. He had set you long instructions about how to feed and clean its home.

He trusted the both of you because you were the most careful people out of the rest. Making him feel at ease about leaving his home to you. He couldn’t make himself leave the other student to do such a job.

Isn’t he rich? Something like that shouldn’t hurt him. You laugh at the thought as you take out the key from your pocket and insert it in the keyhole.

The door opened to the big house and both of you stepped in with your jaws open. It looked really big and nice from the outside but the inside was indescribable. He’d had to of paid an interior decorator because theirs no way he had good taste like this.

"Don’t worry Gojo sensei we won’t ruin anything. Hope your mission goes well!" Yuta says as he wishes his sensei a good trip. When he hung up he put his phone in his pocket and smiled at you.

You were currently raiding the pantry because Gojo did say "make yourself at home, just don’t get too comfortable." You ended up finding pretty high end snacks and foreign ones too. The amount of sweets in there was disgusting to look at. You ended up grabbing a bag of American bbq chips but it was snatched out of your hand by Yuta.

You quirk your brow and playfully take it back. The smirk on his face determined that a game had begun. You run past him with the chips and tauntingly shake them in the air. You knew he loved eating chips and would die to try some of these.

"You going to come and get them?" You laugh.

"Mmh Im sure Gojo has something similar or even better in the pantry." He said as he walked past you.

You sigh seeing how the game ended so quickly but soon took that thought back as he grabbed it from your hands in one swift motion. You quickly grab the back of his shirt and pulled him back. Yuta ends up falling down and you take the bag once again.

"That was dirty" he says as he sat there

"How unfortunate huh? You better start begging for this bag Okkotsu because there’s no way you’re getting it from me."

Yuta grabbed you by the ankle and pulled you down with him making you fall on your behind. You groan from the pain but then gasp in surprise as he pushed you completely on the floor. Back touching the cold marble tiles. He had your arms pinned on the floor as he hovered over you. The ring from his necklace dangling over your face.

"Can I beg for a different snack? Something more exotic?" He leans down till your noses are touching.

You swallow hard as the grip on the bag of chips suddenly loosened. Gojo would be mad if he found out you guy did it in his house. He didn’t even know the both of you were dating. It was something you guys decided to keep secret for now. If he did know you doubt he would have let the both of you guys stay together alone at him house. You shyly look away as he planted a kiss on your head.

"Gojo is going to get mad when he finds out." You whisper as if he was somehow going to be listening to the conversation.

"If he finds out, trust me he’s not going to be back soon. If he was we wouldn’t be house sitting right?" He said trying to persuade your answer.

"You don’t have a condom" you say trying to find an excuse.

He chuckled as he looked up and around the room. "This is Gojo’s house you know, that’s one of the first things we’re going to find if we snoop around." He said as he stood up and extended his hand out.

You gladly took it and got on your feet. You watch as he walked down a hall into a room. Following right behind him out of curiosity you realize that he had entered your teachers room. Peeking in you could feel his huge cali-king bed in the middle. It had big white fluffy covers on and tons of pillows. You could also see tons of designer shopping bags thrown in a corner. An expensive dresser and his collection of sunglasses.

"Ah thank goodness we have almost the same size, this should be fine." He said as he held the rubber in between his index and middle finger.

You could feel your cheeks flush as he said it with a happy look on his face. He handed the rubber to you too look at while he began to take his clothes off.

"Wait! We’re doing it here? In his room? Are you crazy?! He’s totally going to find out, he’s not stupid Yuta!" You say as you pull his shirt back down.

He sighs as he sits you on the big bed. You look up at him confused on what his plan was. He pushed you onto the bed as gently as sits over your waist trapping you under him. He then proceeded to take his shirt off fully.

"Relax, I don’t think iv ever seen you this nervous other than our first time." He says amused.

He was right, you were probably overreacting and everything was going to be fine. He took your uniform off too and eventually both of you were in bed unclothed. He leaned down and kissed your body up and down while you played with his silky hair. Going all the way down till he reached your throbbing heat. You bite your lip as he hooked your legs onto his arms and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed. His lips brush against your as you could feel as his warm tongue entered in between your folds.

"Mhm!"

He began eating you out like he always did. As if it were his last meal. You grip his hair as he continued eating you out faster. So many lewed noises being made. It sounded so wet and so good that it made you feel embarrassed somehow. Your toes curled while he messed with your sensitive bud. You could feel yourself getting closer but he stopped halfway not wanting you to finish just yet.

Changing location on the bed you now were laying your head near the headboard. Yuta was now on the bed spreading your legs apart. He allied himself to your hole and slowly started going in. You wince at the uncomfortable pain from not being stretched out.

He slowly pulls his tip in and out of you repeatedly to get you comfortable with his length. As he moved the bed shook a bit. He was looking around the room making sure the bed didn’t bump into anything valuable and then noticed the shelf on top of the bed. On there you could see a few expensive statues that seemed to be a collection. As he still mindlessly moved he noticed that one was sitting too close to the edge and with one more small thrust the statue fell over the edge. He lunged foward to catch it before it made contact with the floor and that he did.

“Yuta!" You yell

He looked down at you to see your face full of pain. Then he realized that he shoved himself all the way in to be able to catch the statue.

"Sorry! I didn’t mean to ram into you!" He said with a shy smile.

After that situation the both of you continued. He thrusted into you more and more. You moaned his name as you grabbed his arms for moral support. His member attracted you out so much that you felt so full. Your eyes watered from how good it felt. Your thighs touched his chest as he folded you more and more. He wanted to make sure that he was deep inside of you and leaving you satisfied. His hips rolled making you squirm even more. But before either of you could finish you could hear the front door creak open and someone yell.

"I’m home! You guys won’t believe how easy that mission was. Stupid elders made it seem like such a big de-"

As Gojo ranted the both of you jump out of bed. Yuta grabbed all of your clothes and shoved them inside the closet as you fix the bed up. Your heart was racing like crazy as you ran inside the closet pulling Yuta inside too. He looked at you stunned but before he could say anything you closed the door quietly. Turning around you could see how huge the closet was. If you had to compare it to something it would be two dorm rooms combined. The both of you sit in silence as you heard his wonder around the house calling for you guys. You switch the light off as slowly sat on the floor curing Yuta for getting you guys into this mess.

How were you guys supposed to leave? Or make it seem like you guys wernt doing it in his room? Will you guys get suspended?

Your mind was running with hundreds of questions but soon stopped as soon as you felt to hands grasp your waist. You head snapped back as if you were going to be able to see him but all you saw was pitch black. You had no idea how he found you in the dark or how he knew where your hips were. You sat here feeling him push your back against his as he slipped back inside of you. You gasp but he covered your mouth quickly to prevent any noise. Grabbing your legs he listed you up. He moved you up and down like his person cock sleeve as he stood. You sometimes forgot how crazy strong he was.

"He could open this door any minute." He whispered making you tense up.

The room echoed with the faint sound of your skin slapping until Gojo entered his room. That didn’t stop Yuta though and he continued. He kept on going as if you guys wernt about to be caught. Yuutas breaths started to become heavy and so were yours. You throw your head back as you began to orgasm.

"I found you" Gojo says as he opened the closet door.

"…" he stood there stunned looking at Yuta with a odd gaze.

"That’s definitely not your color." Gojo said as he stepped inside to help him out.

Yuta was wearing one of Gojos button up pretending as if he was trying on clothes. You ran out when Gojo was paying attention to only him. As you ran you could feel something running down your legs and you stopped infront of a hallway mirror to see it was semen. The condom must of broken…

Now wasn’t the time to worry about this. You had to leave immediately. Throwing your clothes on you run out the door. Hopefully you were still going to get that extra credit.

Back in Gojos house Yuta was now being styled by Gojo.

"So where is y/n?" He asks as he buttons Yutas shirt up.

"She left before you got here, family emergency." Yuta said dryly.

"That’s weird because I saw her shoes at the front door when I came in. I also saw the condom wrapper you guys left on my nightstand."

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onigiri-yuuta · 3 months

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Yūta Okkotsu With A Tired Reader!

Pairing! : Yūta Okkotsu x gn!reader

Note! : FIRST TIME WRITING HCS!!! LETS GOOOO I HOPE YALL LIKE THIS (>'-'<)

Bf!Yūta who's already at home, eagerly waiting for you to come back from whatever business you had to deal with for the day.

Bf!Yūta who's face takes a frown and brows furrow slightly as soon as eyes land on your tired figure.

Bf!Yūta who doesn't need you to tell him that you're feeling down, he can sense the negative waves radiating from you, quite literally.

Bf!Yūta who quietly watches you take off your shoes with a small but warm smile on his lips, reserved only for you.

Bf!Yūta who asks you about your day in his softest tone, but doesn't push you if you aren't in the mood for talking.

Bf!Yūta whose arms wrap around you as soon as you tell him you had a tiring day, a little anxious about making you uncomfortable.

Bf!Yūta who hunts the kitchen for all your favourite snacks, a wave of panic running through his mind when he can't find something you like.

Bf!Yūta who nearly melts when you ask him for another hug, telling him it actually made all your fatigue vaporise.

Bf!Yūta who would shoulder all your worries and burdens without hesitation, even if his hands were full as a special-grade sorcerer because he's hopelessly in love with you!

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nanamin-nah-nanamine · 6 months

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Yuuta is definitely the type to be teary eyed and sobbing into the crook of your neck while he’s balls deep inside of you mumbling about how “its so good”and “you’re so good” and “you take me so well” Poor baby fucks like it’s his last chance so expect to be folded in half and jack rabbited into while he’s kissing all over your face and stroking your hair. Meanwhile your legs are over his shoulder—

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #yuuta okkotsu #yuuta headcanons #yuuta x reader #yuuta smut #after hours ramblings(nonsense)#buuta🍑

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hayakaki · 4 months

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BF! yuta and his girlfriend playing genshin !!

pairing: yuta x f!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

↓ WHEN YOURE HIGHER AR THAN HIM ↓

bf! yuta who downloaded genshin after he saw you play it

bf! yuta who deleted half of his photos (not the ones where youre in) and apps so he had enough storage to get it

bf! yuta who patiently stared at the loading screen for two hours waiting for it to finally let him get in

bf! yuta who told you he downloaded genshin the minute he got loaded in

bf! yuta who got upset the minute you told him he had to be ar 16+ in order for you to play with him

bf! yuta who grinded his ass staying up till 2am till he was ar 16

bf! yuta who always asks for your help and yours only

bf! yuta who has his signature as ‘i have a girlfriend’ or ‘i love my girlfriend<3’

bf! yuta who declines anyone that tries to join him

bf! yuta who always compliments your dmg

bf! yuta who doesnt do his ascension quest cause he always wants you to help him and he doesnt want to be able to do it by himself; whats the point of having an ar 50+ gf if youre ar 50 yourself too? thats why hes been ar 35 for more than five months. (the first time he didnt know so he did it by accident)

bf! yuta who pretends he doesnt know how to do puzzles just so you can join him and help

bf! yuta who finds out who your favorite genshin character is so he saves up so he can be your favorite irl and in game <3

bf! yuta who would buy you crystals cause he loves you

bf! yuta who’s friendlist is only 1 and thats you

↓ WHEN HES HIGHER AR THAN YOU ↓

bf! yuta who got excited when he found out you started playing genshin

bf! yuta who definitely mains kazuha

bf! yuta who would join you even if you dont need any help

bf! yuta who would offer to log into your account to help with exploration, quests, etc..

bf! yuta who gets jealous upset when he sees that someone else is helping you instead of him

bf! yuta who would kill any enemies in the way so you dont have to fight any

bf! yuta who is a simp for you irl and in game

bf! yuta who would always know the answer to puzzles

bf! yuta who would build a special place in his teapot for you and him

bf! yuta who would bring you to heart places

bf! yuta who would use genshin stickers 24/7

masterlist !

pls correct me if i have any grammer mistakes!

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kenm4vhs · 4 months

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HE GREW UP SO FAST LOOK AT HIM !!! 😭

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bunny584 · 3 months

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OBSESSED: YUTA

A/N: Sweet, innocent, puppy-eyed boy who is no better than the frat boys you detest 🤭 (this is for anon who requested a lil crazy special grade sorcerer doing ungodly things!! Shoko feat The Boys ™️ is up next, then I SWEAR I’m done and back to AO3)

C/W: Aged up characters, College AU. Masturbation. Mature, 18+

“YUUTA?! Are you kidding me?”

You stop time.

Heads turn in his direction. But Yuuta doesn’t register any it because of your smile.

The 1000-kilowatt smile that the locker room rumors about. The smile that stops traffic. The one that obliterates his train of thought.

365 days since he’s seen it in person.

And suddently the year in Morocco for his University degree feels frivolous.

Yuuta places two bottles of disgustingly expensive champagne (courtesy of Satoru Gojo) in between the half filled red solo cups.

He’s doing his best to keep his eyes above your delicate, sharp collarbones.

He’s doing his best not to follow the Barbie pink hair string around your neck.

The Barbie pink string connected to the triangular bikini that is defying the laws of gravity, Mother Nature, AND physics to keep your busty, perky chest supported.

Not to mention the sheer netted tissue thin excuse for a cover up. Draped around the curve of your hips. It warms him hotter than the Moroccan sun.

You wire yourself through the crowded sorority house kitchen. And Yuuta gnaws on his inner cheeks. The predatory stares from from the frat drones scattered about ignites a guttural flame.

But he’ll deal with that later.

Because Aphrodite is barreling toward him and he is not worthy.

“I can’t believe you made it!” You launch yourself into him.

“I wouldn’t miss it. Happy 21st birthday, gorgeous.”

One of his arms is more than sufficient enough to wrap around your baby doll frame. Other hand in his pocket, while he easily lifts and spins you around twice.

Airy giggles spill from your lips. So clearly surprised by how strong he has grown. He’s bulkier. More toned. Hell of a lot more confident too.

Is he showing of a little? Of course he is.

“You’re here. You’re really here.” You stare up at him with stars in your eyes. Still in utter disbelief.

Your tiny, warm hands cup his face. Yuuta subconsciously melts into them. You always did strum his body like a harp.

“Yuuta, you must be so tired. Your bedroom eyes are even more…bedroom-y.” You tease.

Yuuta laughs to choke down a groan. He doesn’t need a mirror to know he’s stained mulberry right now.

Because why would you mention a bedroom while you are wearing a bikini he could snap with his eyes?

“Hey, be nice! You know there’s no amount of caffeine that can fix the bags.” Good, fucking save.

He swallows thickly and averts his gaze. If he keeps looking at you, he’d drown. Like how he drowned freshman, sophomore and junior year.

A continent, couple oceans and a sea away from you couldn’t keep him afloat.

A palpable silence drapes over the two of you. There’s so much he wants to say.

“Who’s is the hot guy birthday girl is talking to?”

“Okkotsu, I think.”

“No WAY. If she doesn’t fuck him i—“

“OKAY!!!” You exclaim loudly, prompting giggles from your sorority sisters behind you.

Your cheeks are now matching his. You both burst into incredulous laughter, letting some of the pressure out of the proverbial valve.

“Give me a tour, birthday girl.” Yuuta grazes his fingers over your bare shoulders because he can’t not touch you.

Your hand magnets to his wrist and you both beeline up the stairs. He knows, you know, -you both know- you are heading straight to your bedroom.

Yuuta’s heart is throbbing so hard his whole rib cage is vibrating. Cotton lines every corner of his mouth and he’s suddenly forgotten how to swallow.

Forgotten how to breathe apparently too, because he chokes on air when you pull him to the front of your room door.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” you muse playfully.

And now his cock is at full staff. The measly silver zipper is definitely not strong enough for this.

“I-Im sorry?” Yuuta gurgles through the saliva pooled in his mouth like a hungry puppy.

“It’s a pool party, silly. C’mon, you can use my bathroom to change.”

Yuuta makes the mistake of letting his eyes drop down the dip of your pretty spine. Tracing all the way down to your matching bikini bottom. That’s a thong. Lining between your perfect, plump ass.

God.

No.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

He follows behind you, nails digging into his dark jeans.

“Bathroom’s through the closet, be quick.” You flash him another pristine grin and…and..

..what is his name again…?

Yuuta returns your smile with a lopsided one of his own. The walk to the bathroom is 13 miles long. There’s no way. No way he’s going to be able to hide his unreasonable, rock hard length through his weightless swim trunks.

He halts. Suddenly enchanted by your hanging clothes. Like a Venus fly trap. You’re everywhere.

Your clothes. Your delicious scent. Your jewelry. Your shoes.

Yuuta is in the eye of your vortex.

A long, silky sleeve tickles his cheek. So soft. Electric currents surge through every engorged vessel in his cock. He takes in a long drag of the faint cherry vanilla notes etched into your clothes.

An addict. A hopeless, pathetic addict in a field of his vices.

His fingers earthquake against his buckle. Clumsily stepping out of his jeans.

Just a quick touch. It’ll help him relax. Just really fast, you won’t know.

Yuuta whips around to bury himself in your silk shirt. Heart thundering in his ears. Fingers tickling the hem of his trunks. Shaft fully tented from nothing.

“Yuuta? Did you get lost in there?” Your dulcet voice knock Yuuta’s lust-drunk thoughts loose.

“Ha-N-no! I’m c-coming!”

Yuuta shakily unbuttons his white linen shirt, exposing his lean but chisled core. His cock is diamond hard. Any slight movement and his blunt, leaky tip will peek over the hem.

He strategically folds his pants over the indecent bulge. He just has to count backwards from 500 then he’ll soften and leave the jeans behind.

“Come out!! I won’t bite!” You coax again.

The second Yuuta re-emerges from your closet, he digs the heel of his palm into his crotch. Trying to will his erection down by sheer force because counting just won’t do.

You’re sitting on the edge of your bed, leaning against your palms flat on the duvet.

Your bikini has grown smaller.

It has to have.

Because the way your supple tits spill around the cruel joke that is that top fucks his brain to mush.

Soft curvy lines of your breasts. Feminine pretty lines of your tummy. The swell of your thighs just begging for Yuuta’s lips, his hands…his dick. He could drop to his knees and worship at your alter this second.

“Oh my god!” You giggle again, waving him over to the bed.

“You’re so, big, now.” Your hand lingers on his tensed bicep, currently losing the war against his cock angrily thrashing around in his pants.

“Am I?” Yuuta asks stupidly. Long sentences are off the table.

“Mmhm,” he watches your eyes lazily drink in his face. He must be an embarrassing shade of violet at this point.

Your hand makes its way into his hair and Yuuta just couldn’t choke down the “ohh,” that bubbles out of him.

“God, I’ve missed you, Yuuta.” Your face is so soft. So earnest.

And Yuuta is there with you, he swears he is. It’s just, you’re speaking directly to his cock right now and all the blood has drained from his head to his head.

“I mi-missed you. More.” He manages to grunt out, precum pooling on his thigh.

Hold it together. Fucking hold it together.

You turn your body and scoot closer to him. The peaks and valley of your cleavage, tantalizing him into a mindless fool who can only think about fucking his fist.

“Guys here suck. But not you. You’ve always been amazing,” you murmur, circling feather light shapes against Yuuta’s scalp.

He shudders under your touch. Biting his cheeks so his jaw doesn’t hang open. Drool already threatening to leak from his lips.

“So kind and sweet.” Your eyes drop to his lips at the same that your hand falls to his tensed abs.

And Yuuta is caught in your quick sand. His limbs loosen. Hand on his crotch melts away. Allowing his member to spring upward with all the blood he has in his body. The sudden movement causes his jeans to slide to the floor.

His ears and cheeks burn at his indecency. But he can’t move. He is at your complete mercy. His cock rhythmically pumping out his precum now.

“I..” Yuuta croaks, but in one dizzying motion you dive your lips onto his.

He snaps.

Yuuta’s left hand flies to his neglected, weapy shaft. The friction through his thin trunks evoke a deep moan into your mouth. His other hand grips the back of your head, pressing you forward onto his tongue. He didn’t ask for entry into your lips like he normally would. It’s too dire. He’s too needy.

His hand pumps his length while his tongue maps every corner of your warm mouth. You let out soft, high pitched sighs. Which nearly bring him to finish instantly.

“Oh, Yuuta.” You moan his name. And Yuuta’s hips rut harder into his hands.

He’s hoping, praying you’re too distracted by the bruising kiss to notice the pitiful way he’s bucking his hips. Humping his hand. He’s no better than the guys you were talking about. No better.

“OH BIRTHDAY GIRL!!!!!!” Shrill voices from just outside your door rip you two a mile apart.

Yuuta scrambles to his feet, his arm unsuccessfully covering his crotch. You are panting, thumb stroking your bottom lip. Both of you still brimming with your electric chemistry.

“Enough birthday sex!!! Time for TEQUILA!” Your sorority sisters babble and laugh, about 2 seconds away from opening the door.

You grip the handle. Face and body flushed warm rose.

“I-I-uh I have to-“

“Ye—yeah of course, I’ll meet you, down. I’ll meet you down there.”

Both of your voices nervously collide. Looking everywhere but each other’s eyes. You flutter out in haste. Leaving Yuuta in the middle of your room rock hard and a pre cum covered mess.

Like leaving a fiend with an array of illicit substances.

Yuuta turns on his heel and disappears into your closet. He’s not thinking. Logical thought has long ceased to exist. All he can think about is how much his balls ache for you. How drunk he is off your touch. Your taste. Your smell.

His eyes laser down to a crumpled pair of lace panties just a few paces away from your hamper.

Yuuta’s gaze could burn it through the floor.

Stop, Yuuta. Don’t you dare.

He scolds himself. Even though his hands do the opposite. He drops to his knees and pulls his heavy cock free from its barrier. The other hand toying with your worn panties.

He’s filthy. A dirty, nasty scumbag.

Yuuta tugs his cock, aggressively. Jaw hanging open. Short desperate huffs of air escaping his lips.

No, don’t. Stop. “Nnhhgh s-top…fuck..n-no.” His jagged thoughts and jagged words intertwine. Squelching noises from his arousal pierce through his groans.

Yuuta brings your panties to his nose, and nearly blacks out. Your scent. So fucking delicious. So perfect.

He needs to taste.

His groans become garbled when he stuffs your panties into his mouth. Every single nerve ending in his body ruptures.

Yuuta pumps his cock with both hands. Feverish. Sloppy thrusts of his hips colliding with his white knuckled fists. The world around him dampens. Blurs.

“Nnnghh..uhhgh..f-FUCK,”

Your spit-drenched underwear rolls out of his mouth onto his sensitive tip. Ropes, and ropes and ropes of his cum fill your soft négligée.

Yuuta hangs his head back, leaning against his calves. His dick still twitching through his nirvana.

After a few moments, the fog slowly lifts from his mind. His vision returns. Yuuta wipes the remnants of his arousal off his cock with your panties. Before tucking them into his pocket.

Unable to look himself in the eye, he quickly rinses his hands, intending to rejoin your party at once.

But, when his hand connects with the cold knob, a voice in the back of his mind pipes up.

Take another one.

And in a trance-like state, Yuuta rushes back to your closet hamper to find another pair of your panties.

A pretty, delicate red number catches his eyes and he stuffs it into a free pocket before scurrying out of your room.

He’s no better than them.

He’s worse.

PART II

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