#vlrwrites

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“yuuta likes girls with big boobs” you sorrowfully mumble, barely audible from the pillow stuffed into your face as maki and nobara step into your room.

“awh, girlie” nobara cooes right away and you visibly cringe at the nickname, making the greenette girl laugh. the bed dips beside you, a soothing hand coming to rub your hand.

“how can you be so sure? he’s currently on an overseas mission anyways” maki asks as she sits on your other side. she’s doing nothing to hide her amusement regarding the subject, watching you with a grin.

moving into a sitting position swiftly, you look at the pillow placed in your lap now, your voice quiet and a little shaky.

“i overheard the boys talking about. todo always asks their preference every time he’s here, but he complained about never being able to ask yuuta” you start, feeling your face growing hotter by the second. you aren’t sure if it’s because of the topics the boys discussed or because of yuuta. you hope it’s the former.

“yeah and? i’m still not sure how you came to the conclusion that he prefers big boobs” maki cuts in and nobara slaps her arm behind you, but she only laughs at the brunette’s antics.

“well panda just straight up told them he asked yuuta when we were first years and he said he likes them somewhat big” you groan and pull the pillow over your head again as you fall back against your covers. “i have zero chance with him because i lack in that area” your words are muffled, but still understandable for the two girls.

maki and nobara move to lay down beside you, the latter rubbing your arm to comfort you.

“don’t say that, this literally means nothing. that was three years ago, you never know, he might’ve changed his mind over the years” nobara says, hoping to reassure you a little. she looks over to maki, who’s lips are formed into a little smirk now.

“yeah, nobara is right. besides, panda isn’t always a reliable source” the brunette sees the mischievous glint in maki’s eyes, but decides to question her girlfriend about it later.

“can you two just cudde me till i forget about everything?” you ask hopelessly and the two girls can’t help but laugh at your words, before moving to embrace you on both sides.

maki thinks it’s hilarious, that you haven’t felt the presence of your desired special grade sorcerer’s cursed energy outside your room.

because to yuuta, the only boobs he yearns to see, feel and touch are yours. and he’s not sure how much longer he can keep his hands to himself.

@/vlrspace, 2024

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it’s always amusing for your friends to watch you and inumaki interact with each other. even though the boy looks far more timid than he actually is because of his lack of talking, he absolutely loves making you flustered.

at first, it started off with small things, like leaving sticky notes on your door early in the morning, a compliment or two written on there. it’s inumaki’s favourite sight during breakfast, you’re unable to meet his violet eyes, cheeks reddened and a cute grin plastered on your face.

or he would bring you flowers from the school’s garden. inumaki waters them, so he never gets told off for plucking out one or two flowers at least thrice a week. inumaki knows you keep them pressed between books, flattening the plants out to glue them in a scrap book (where his notes are stored too). it’s a cute sight for your friends, you always press a little peck on the soft skin of his cheek, it’s quick and innocent and he watches you with mirth as you giddily place the flowers in between the pages of your books.

since you’ve been dating inumaki, he’s hand always finds yours. nimble fingers wrap around your smaller ones with ease, but there’s so much tenderness in his hold, it makes your butterflies in your tummy do somersaults. whenever you two are out and about his hold is firm, but mainly when you two are walking through big crowds. inumaki’s thumb always soothingly moves against the back of your hand and when the two of you can’t walk side by side, he leads you in front of him, pressing a gentle peck against your forehead. that’s when your lovely classmates begin chanting the words of ‘couple goals’.

then the two of you became more intimate with touching. a hand placed on your thigh when you’re sitting next to each other and it’s the worst when you’re in your shorts. inumaki strokes your skin, his digits barely touching your skin and you can’t stop the shudders leaving your body. one time he slipped his hand farther up than usual, and squeezed your flesh, all while keeping a cool facade during dinner. you nearly moaned out loudly and your friends didn’t even tried to hide their snickers.

but the one that gets you all hot and bothered, leaving you a stuttering mess every time, is when he pulls down the collar of his uniform to kisses you.

most of the time it happens when you’re talking to one of your friends, too caught up in the conversation to process what he’s about to do. when you see inumaki walking up to you, you don’t have to see his lips to know he’s smiling, violet eyes already shining with joy. the best part (for him), is that you even make eye contact with him and realise in the last second what he’s about to do. inumaki’s already leaning close to your face, a finger coming up to pull down his collar before swiftly pressing his lips to yours.

you don’t have time to return his kiss, because it’s short and sweet and inumaki makes sure to send a little smirk your way before going back to what he was doing. anyone who witnesses this interaction, starts a round of squealing and chuckling and you just stand there, red as a tomato, breath stuck in the back of your throat and the topic of your conversation is completely washed out of your head.

and let’s not talk about the way his low voice affects you when he talks to you, but that only happens in the privacy of your rooms.

@/vlrspace, 2023

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inumaki never cared for girls in such way like crushes.

he never had the chance to, being a jujutsu sorcerer took up most of his time and he didn’t think that his vocabulary was all that appealing, talking only with onigiri ingredients is anything but attractive.

yet, he couldn’t stop his heart from beating out of his chest, when you joined the first years. sure, inumaki seen pretty girls before, but you are utterly beautiful, an angel sent from heaven in his opinion. your eyes are bright with glee and your whole body glows from happiness.

it doesn’t help that from the second inumaki was introduced to you, you’ve been giving him a hard time with the way you’re always look for him first during gatherings and call him ‘inumaki-senpai’ in every conversation. you never seem bothered by his lack of talking in real life, but always make sure to get his responses across correctly. you often tell him how much of a chatterbox he is in messages and it makes you happy that you can get to know him more, even if it isn’t with spoken words.

inumaki, however, longs to talk to you, the way you speak with others and have an actual conversation with you, instead of just writing out his thoughts.

“toge, are you okay?” panda’s voice drags him back to training, where all of his friends and gojo look at him curiously. it’s unusual for inumaki to be so quiet during training, he usually cheers on the others or declares winners.

out of habit, his violet eyes find yours and he freezes when he makes eye contact with him, a small grin grazing your lips as you tip your head to the side. inumaki feels his body going stiff, body growing hot from all the attention he’s getting, mainly from you.

“shake” he quietly mumbles, tearing his gaze away from you and instead, he wishes for the ground to swallow him.

panda and maki exchange knowing looks, the two have been aware of inumaki’s crush on you for quite some time now, often teasing the platinum haired male about it. they just don’t understand why inumaki hasn’t confessed to you yet, it’s obvious that you got something for the boy.

training continues on like nothing happened, if gojo picked up on why inumaki spaced out, thankfully he hasn’t voiced it out loud.

inumaki is itching to get away from you the second gojo let’s you guys go, feeling his heart break when you call out his name, as he runs back to his dorm room to get some closure. inumaki wants to be with you so badly, but the thoughts of being unable to properly communicate with you because of his stupid inherited curse technique makes him feel so self conscious.

he would rather suffer in silence with his possibly unrequited feelings, than have you suffer because of him.

inumaki can’t to keep his sniffles at bay, his destructive thoughts taking over, leaving him a miserable mess on his bed.

sleep brings him little peace, when all of his dreams are about you.

the next morning, it’s easy to pretend like nothing happened last night for inumaki. everyone greets him like usual at breakfast, but as he looks around, he quickly notes that neither you or nobara are present at the table.

“they’ve been sent out on an early mission last night, but they should be back by noon” maki responds to her friends unsaid question nonchalantly, but side eyes inumaki for his reaction. his shoulders visibly relax and only nods before grabbing a few sandwiches to eat.

true to maki’s word, you and nobara do return around noon, all exhausted and a little beaten up, though it’s nothing major. your friends are waiting for you at the entrance of jujutsu tech and inumaki feels his heart going wild in his chest, when you approach him with a huge grin on your face.

“i got this for you on our way back” your voice is filled with excitement as you hold a white plastic bag towards him and only him. “you seemed a little sad last night, i thought some tuna mayo onigiri might cheer you up” the last bit of your sentence is a little quieter and you don’t look at him anymore, instead your gaze is on the ground.

inumaki feels his whole body is lit on fire and takes your little gift, making the butterflies in his stomach doing flips from your sweet little gesture.

“sujiko” his tone is soft as he speaks to you and you lift your head to meet his eyes, looking at you with such tenderness, you think you could literally melt into a puddle. “shake” he nods with a gentle smile and you give him a toothy grin, both of your cheeks reddened.

the rest of your friends just stand around watching the two of you in vain, wishing upon all gods for the two of you to just confess already. though it seems like neither you or inumaki are bothered by their presence, as he he lifts a hand to cup your cheek with care, a little bruised and a cut slicing through your soft skin.

“takana?” inumaki asks quietly, his thumb swiping across the cut in a feather light touch and it makes your brain stop working for a second. unable to answer his question, you only shake your head while leaning into his warm touch.

inumaki’s lips make contact with your skin before neither of you can process it and your little bubble is nearly popped by the loud squealing noise of nobara and yuuji, but they are dragged away by panda and maki, megumi following quietly behind.

now that the two of you are alone, inumaki looks at you for any sign of discomfort because with that peck, he might’ve overstepped some boundaries, but when you step closer to him, he’s not sure how to feel.

“you ran away from me last night” your minty breath is on his lips as you look up at him with a pout. inumaki doesn’t have the chance to react because you continue on speaking. “i really like you inumaki, so tell me if you don’t feel the same because i feel like i’m going crazy” you whisper, need dripping off of your words and inumaki thinks your confession is a dream before smashing his lips against yours, the plastic dropping from his hand as he grabs your waist, pulling you closer to him.

your own hands sneak into his hair and you step on your tiptoes to return his kiss, which makes inumaki groan in turn. he’s been waiting to kiss you, to feel you this close for so long now and the thoughts he had last night immediately disappear from his mind as you pull away from him for a second before your plump lips find his again, this time your hands are on his face, pulling him closer to deepen your kiss.

you’re the first one to pull away finally to breathe and inumaki chases after your lips before pressing his forehead against yours, violet eyes finding yours filled with adoration.

“i like you” he lowly mumbles against your lips and your eyes widen at his words before you close them and tuck your face in the crook of his neck shyly, pressing a soft kiss there. “i like you” toge mumbles again, pressing a kiss into the crown of your hair as he hugged you closer to his chest.

@/vlrspace, 2023

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yuuji carries you out on his back as gojo comes to pick you guys up from your recent mission.

you aren’t sure how it happened, maybe you misstepped or you realised the grade 1’s attack a little to late, but in a second you were swept off your feet and landed on the floor. your ankle is now a bloodied mess, you’re unable to stand on it and yuuji, without hesitation, lifted you on his back.

it’s strange what’s between the two of you, since he joined jujutsu tech, it’s like you’re attached by the hip to one another. it’s funny too, you don’t know when you started to look at him as someone more than a friend. when did the hugs and innocent touches become acts of adoration? why does it make your heart flutter when he instantly reaches for your shopping bags whenever your out and leaves nobara’s behind for megumi? and you find yourself absolutely unable to breath during group activities, he’s always standing or sitting next to you, hell he even put an arm behind your head last time, playing with the ends of your hair.

the butterflies are going rampant in your tummy, yuuji finished off the grade 1 curse in mere seconds, anger dissipating right away when he laid his eyes on your form, laying there with a messed up leg.

you’re almost unconscious now, you might’ve slammed your head into the concrete really hard, but yuuji’s touch on the back of your thighs are warm, gripping your flesh softly and he’s mumbling reassurances under his breath that you can’t really make out.

by the time you reach gojo, your view is clouded by darkness.

you wake up in shoko’s office, with a wrapped up leg and an ice bag pressed against the side of your head by yuuji. his lips are stretching out in a gentle smile when he realises that you’re awake and you return it right away.

he carries you back to your dorm after shoko discharges you, squeezing you in his hold and when he lays you down on your bed, you know that you want him more than a friend.

so you press your lips against his softly, afraid of rejection which never comes and instead, yuuji wraps both arms around your waist, pulling you into a his embrace. nowyou know, he wants you more than a friend too.

@/vlrspace, 2023

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ABOUT - gojo finds himself enamoured by your new uniform

valeri’s notes: this is a little rushed, but after everything that’s going on in jjk, i need COMFORT and FLUFF. haha have fun… gojo come back to us

“what the fuck” gojo groans, more to himself than to his black black haired friend, who’s lips are formed into a tiny smirk while leaning against the doorway as the white haired male’s expression turns into a frown.

both boys are looking at the two girls talking not far from the basketball court they are standing at, the (h/c) coloured girl talking a little more animatedly with a huge grin on her face, shoko opposite of her looking slightly nonchalant, but her lips are stretched into a little smile.

gojo couldn’t take his eyes off of you though and at first he couldn’t understand why. not until his gaze traveled down on your body.

your uniform looked… different.

long gone your usual school girl uniform, the one that made you look so innocent. there is no flowy skirt that reached down to your knees, nor your loose fitting white shirt that kept your chest hidden from prying eyes and your huge sized blazer was missing as well.

gojo knew how in your last mission, your uniform got damaged, but he didn’t think it’ll lead you to change things up.

you’re now wearing a long leather coat that reaches almost your shin, a tight black dress with spaghetti straps and underneath there was white dress shirt as well, with a tie neatly done. and don’t get gojo started on those black boots that clung to your legs.

were you always this hot?

the frown on gojo’s face is replaced by a smirk before he starts stepping your way. geto behind him only lets out a chuckle before following his friend, while shaking his head. it was time for gojo to finally realise things around him.

“didn’t know we were allowed to get brand new uniforms” gojo muses deeply into your ear, standing behind you and barely touching your back with his chest. his sudden antics make your body jump slightly, before you turn around to face him, cheeks slightly reddening.

“i thought that maybe, it was time to change” you utter meekly, before offering gojo a sheepish smile. your eyes are a little outlined. your lips look shiny and your hair is done in a different style too, making gojo a little too enamoured.

gojo’s blue gaze keeps yours before you could look away and he grins at you, making you smile a little wider.

he doesn’t understand how he never spared a glance at you before, you are actually prettier than all the girls who are all over him. you’re always so kind to him as well, in your own little shy ways, helping him with whatever and never judge him for anything.

“okay now lovebirds, sensei is waiting for us” shoko amusedly breaks the two of you out of your little bubble and you silently thank the gods above you because your heart is racing and your face feels like it’s on fire as the four of you began walking.

your heart has been yearning for even the tiniest fraction of gojo’s attention for the past three years. the damage done to your old uniform and a little push from shoko and geto made you change your uniform up a little. you start to feel like it was worth it.

“you look very pretty” gojo’s tall form is bent down a little so only you can hear him and you mutter out a little thank you as you arrive to your destination.

and from the beating of your heart, you couldn’t feel gojo standing a little closer than usual, nor see his cheeks faintly blushing.

@vlrspace, 2023

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promise me, you belong to me

okkotsu yuuta x reader

contains. nsfw/mdni!!, implied yandere! yuuta, possessive! yuuta, unhealthy-ish relationship, petnames (angel, baby), yuuta and reader are in their fourth year, all characters are 18+, no actual smut but it’s heavily suggestive, this is short

notes. yandere! yuuta keeps taking over my mind, help 🫠

“did you have fun today with megumi?”

the question makes you drop your pen onto the table, spinning yourself towards yuuta with wide eyes. your boyfriend sits on the edge of your bed, legs spread as he leans back on his hands, dark blue eyes looking at you with adoration.

“jesus, when did you come in?” you’re a little startled as you ask the black haired male, a hand coming up to your chest, feeling your heart beating rapidly.

yuuta only chuckles before responding with a cheerful smile, though his eyes are far from that. “what, am i not allowed to see my girlfriend?” his tone is gentle, but there’s a slight layer of tension laced within his words.

“that’s not what i meant, you know that” you shake your head, the bottom of your glossy lips are jutting out a bit and your brows furrowing. your boyfriend’s smile disappears at your facial expression and you turn back to your table with a sigh, switching off the lamp near you before you slowly walk towards him.

you come to a stand between his spread legs, placing both hands on his shoulders, rubbing it tenderly while he gazes up at you. yuuta’s hands instinctively find their place on the back of your thighs, just below your ass cheeks and a grin stretches across his face. those blue eyes of his are unsettlingly darker than usual.

yet he still makes you feel safe, his touch on your bare skin is warm, fingers grazing your skin carefully, steadily making their way under your shorts. it shouldn’t have been a surprise when he grabbed a handful of your ass, but you couldn’t stop the breathy yelp leaving your lips. you’re glad you’re holding onto his shoulders, your knees are getting weaker as he looks at you so lovingly, in contrast to his harsh actions.

“you haven’t answered my question yet” yuuta reminds you lowly, eyes flickering with a sign of warning as his hands start rubbing your cheeks to soothe the ache he caused.

“we always train together and you always let me win. i wanted a little challenge to improve my skills” you answer quietly, fingers massaging his shoulders and you focus on the way his muscles tense under your hands. you can’t look at him any longer, not when he’s watching you like a hawk.

it’s better to not tell him that gojo asked you to pair up with someone else that wasn’t yuuta. gojo knows that yuuta’s abilities are excellent, he makes a good teacher, but yuuta wants to avoid you getting hurt and that won’t be handy during a fight where he’s not by your side.

you know that gojo is right, but you also knew that yuuta would get jealous and possessive of you the second he sees you, it happened before on many occasions.

you spent an afternoon with inumaki and itadori in the common room, while yuuta was away on a mission. he didn’t like seeing you sitting between the two boys, excitedly playing some game on the tv even if you were wearing his clothes. one of the hickeys he left on a visible spot on your neck took an awfully long while to fade.

you have to decline most missions with ino and nanami too because yuuta can take teenage boys hanging around you, but older men are a different level (not that he couldn’t beat them in a fight). yuuta made that clear by ruining you the night before your mission, leaving your muscles sore, throat dry and body covered in marks all over. it leads to you sleeping in (yuuta turns off your alarm) and you can barely function throughout the day, deemed useless to go on a mission.

“you can improve yourself with me too, i don’t see why you had to pair yourself up with megumi” yuuta speaks, words dripping with venom and you feel his hands leaving your ass and instead, he places them on your hips, thumbs slipping into the hem of your shorts. “look at me angel” it’s firm, the way he demands your attention on him and you oblige, not wanting to anger him.

yuuta’s gaze is predatory, it makes you bite your lips and you feel him slip your shorts down before pulling down onto his lap. one of his hands come up to your face, brushing his fingers against your skin and you instantly lean into his hold when he cups cheek. yuuta looks at you expectantly and you return his actions with both hands, leaning close to him.

“i’m sorry yuuta, i’ll choose you next time, every time” you whisper against his lips before pressing your lips together. “i’m only yours”your words are mashed between kisses, but yuuta gives you an approving hum, licking your bottom lip and you let him slip his tongue into your mouth eagerly.

yuuta’s hand move from your face to your neck, closing his fingers around your throat but he doesn’t squeeze it and continues to assault your mouth with his. you fist his black hair, pulling him closer to you and you moan into the kiss when you feel his other hand pinching your clit through your panties.

“you promise right, baby?” he mumbles against your lips, ducking his head lower to kiss, suck and bite the skin there. you already know you’ll be littered with love bites by tomorrow morning.

“yes, yes i promise yuu” you frantically nod and he leaves your neck and offers you a grin before laying you down on your bed. he kneels above you as he takes off his shirt and presses a quick peck on your lips. yuuta hovers over your panties, sucking your clit through the cloth, holding you down by your hips. it makes you trash and whine, lacing a hand with his.

“no one else gets to have your pussy, only me. fucking remember that” yuuta grumbles against the material, eyeing your reaction but ends up chuckling when you lift your hips up in a needy manner and he slides your underwear down.

yuuta knows he has nothing to worry about, you’re such an eager little thing, putty in his hands when he pushes the right buttons. but you’re also so delicate and beautiful, he knows that, sadly so does everyone else. yuuta fears someone might take you away from him because of that, yet when you’re so wanting and yearning for him to touch you where you need him the most, he remembers he has nothing to be afraid of. only yuuta knows how to please you and make you come undone just the way you like. it makes him love you so much more, you’ll always give yourself to him like this and let him do however he pleases.

why would you want anyone else, when he’s right here? you belong to him anyways.

@/vlrspace, 2024

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as you pull up to the driveway in front of gojo’s house, you’re surprised to see his car already parked there. it makes you hastily check your phone, if you only imagined finishing up in time at jujutsu tech or maybe there was something planned for tonight, but there’s nothing marked in your calendar.

you can’t say you aren’t happy that gojo is home earlier than usual, the two of you barely got to spend time together lately and you can feel everything in you longing for the white haired man. yet, you can’t shake off the uneasiness when you step into the house, the only source of light is the setting sun through the window, but other than that it’s nearly dark inside. before you could call out to him, the sense of his cursed energy hits you and as you follow your instinct, you come to find your boyfriend laying on the couch, his blindfold pulled up to his forehead, his hand covering his eyes.

unfortunately, one short glance is enough to realise what’s going on, the wet streaks of tears flowing down his cheeks are shining from the sunset through the large windows and the faint sounds of sniffles yanks at your heart in your chest.

you know he’s aware that you’re standing next to him, even if he doesn’t move to look at you. slowly, you take a seat on the floor, pulling your legs up to your chin and wrapp your arms around your knees. gojo doesn’t like to be touched in his vulnerable moments, unless you know he’s ready and in the right set of mind for physical contact. the man is simply afraid of hurting you when he’s not in control of himself.

“hey ‘toru” your voice is gentle and quiet, filling up the soundless living room. gojo doesn’t budge and you don’t expect him to, you’ll just wait till his ready to talk, to hug or anything really.

sometimes he straight up ignores you, standing up from the couch without a look at you and disappears into the bathroom. you can’t deny that it always tears your heart a little, but gojo always makes it up to you when he reappears and wraps his strong arms around your frame. he apologises to you many times, never once leaving your side till the next sunrise as the two of you talk everything out and share sweets from the pantry.

fortunately, it’s not one of those times today. gojo moves his arm away from his face, beautiful blue eyes fixated on the white ceiling as he lays his hand beside him. there’s no haste in your movements when you cross your legs shortly after that, rising up a tender hand near his with your pinkie sticking out.

“can i?” your tone doesn’t change from how you talked to him previously and you can see gojo weakly nod, before you hook your pinkies together and leave it on the plush surface of the couch. “i can tell you about my day, if you’d like?” you carefully eye him from below, feeling his body growing more at ease by the second.

“please” gojo’s voice comes out a little breathless and high pitched, but you only smile as you recall today’s events with your students.

gojo always found your voice calming and when he feels like the world is nothing but a burden, you always find ways to break him out of it. that alone means more to him than anything, the fact that you never rush him to speak or begin coddling him right away. the simple respect you show towards him is enough and gojo finds himself falling for you even harder.

as you end your quiet monologue, you’re pleased to see his interlaced fingers with yours, head fully turned towards your. shiny blue eyes trace your every feature as your thumb begins to rub against the back of his hand, wearing the softest expression gojo ever seen.

“i love you” three little words that speed his heartbeat up every time, no matter how many times he heard them from you.

instead of responding, gojo turns on his side and scoots back before gently tugging on your hand. you instantly understand what he wants and stand up from the floor to lay down beside him. your hands reach up to pull out his blindfold to let his hair down, throw it on the floor and begin stroking his tear stained cheeks, feeling gojo instantly leaning into your touch. his arms come to wrap around your middle, pulling you flush against his chest and leans his forehead against yours.

“you’re my whole world, i love you more than you can ever imagine” he mumbles against your lips with a soft peck at the end and the two of you stay in each other’s embrace, enjoying the warmth your bodies provide.

@/vlrspace, 2024

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you’re too busy focusing on the screen of your phone, blissfully unaware of the pair of violet eyes tracing your every feature. sitting next to you, geto finds himself yet again, completely and fully enamoured by you. it’s not like you are doing anything in particular, wholly invested in your own world as your body is slumped back into the couch, a hand leaning against the backrest as you often brush your manicured nails through your hair.

it really just makes his heart beat a tad faster, warmth bubbling in his chest at the sight of your choice of clothing for the relaxing night in at gojo’s, comfortably chilling in his black hoodie paired with his grey joggers. the black haired male has to admit though, you look adorable in them, the materials all baggy and engulfing your much smaller frame.

geto shouldn’t be surprised, somehow his clothes always find their way to you and you often wear them to university, grocery shopping and anywhere you see it fit. he usually pretends to not see the large bag you carry when you hang out at his flat, never questioning you as you stuff the missing clothes into his laundry basket and then exiting his front door with a few new pieces neatly folded and tucked away in your bag. geto knows it’s weird, but he can’t help himself because after you leave he picks out the clothes you left and sniffs them, the lingering smell of strawberry and peaches leaves him longing for you.

“we are back!” gojo’s voice breaks geto out of his thoughts and watches you drop your phone on the couch, seemingly unaware of geto looking at you for the past few minutes.

“finally, i’m starving” your voice is impatient as you swiftly stand up to help shoko with the pizza boxes, dips and other contents. gojo only flashes his black haired friend a look, before he heads towards the kitchen for plates and cutlery. “sugu, you want the usual?” you turn towards him once gojo is back and geto can’t help the way his heart flutters at the your soft sound calling his name.

“yeah, thanks” he mumbles lowly, a gentle smile grazing his lips as you hand him his plate first, before you join him again on the couch with your own plate. there’s a wide grin on your face as you contently eat away and lean against geto’s broad shoulder when you’re full, offering him the rest of your food as usual. he finished it off for you, just like every other time you eat together, because you can never eat all of your food, but you also don’t want it to go to waste.

after that the four of you watch a movie like usual and tonight is geto’s turn to choose. even though he wants to watch a gruesome horror movie, he’s also aware of how they affect you (he often texts shoko to choose a mild movie when it’s her turn) and as much as he loves the feeling of you curling into him and holding his hand tightly (your hand is so tiny and tender compared to his large, rough ones), he ends up choosing a comedy movie. geto thinks it’s all worth it when he hears you giggling and laughing at the jokes and funny scenes next to him (while your head finds its way back against his shoulder when you calmed down, his arm gently wrapped around you).

sometime during the second movie, a psychological one (chosen by gojo) that geto knows you’ll be thinking of for the next few days, he feels your body slowly leaning against him completely, breathing evened out and face tranquil. he feels two pairs of eyes looking at him smugly and he only rolls his eyes, but can’t help the small smile making its way to his lips.

geto can never find it in himself to wake you up when you fall asleep, so when the second movie ends, everyone quietly starts cleaning up (well, only shoko and gojo). the brown haired girl collects your stuff, while gojo packs you all the left overs. at times like this it comes handy that you and shoko are roommates, shoko puts all of your stuff into geto’s car as he carries you out of gojo’s house in his arms, slowly getting you into the passenger seat and secures the seat around you. they all bid each other good night, sharing a round of hugs and gojo playfully sends a kiss your way to which geto only shakes his head, moving to sit behind the wheel.

once you arrive to your apartment complex, shoko carries your stuff inside first and then comes back to open the doors for geto, who effortlessly carries you through the building. shoko disappears into her room as geto tenderly lays you down and tucks you in, pressing a light kiss on your forehead as he desperately tries to ignore the ache in his chest when you weakly grab at his hoodie to tug him closer to you. shit, geto thinks, it’s getting harder to leave you and not climb into bed next to you, cuddle you till he falls asleep as he softly grabs your hands to move them away from him.

shoko’s in the kitchen by the time he makes his way out of your bedroom, his feelings evident all over his face as he makes eye contact with the girl. shoko only sends him a knowing look before walking him out, exchanging a few words before geto bids farewell.

fuck, geto groans to himself once he’s in bed, all of these acts the two of you do together aren’t what best friends do.

and geto knows he wants more.

@/vlrspace, 2024

[vlrspace]

where’s everybody? yuuji wonders as he walks through the dorms, looking for his friends, who seemingly disappeared from the face of earth. he long stopped calling out names, already feeling a little defeated by the fact that he will spend his saturday afternoon alone.

it doesn’t bother the pink haired male as much anymore, he’s used to being alone even when his grandpa was alive. still, the slight sting in his heart and the small lump in the back of his throat is something he can’t evade. though right before his mood swings towards the gloomier side, yuuji takes a big breath and decides to might as well make something to eat and maybe watch a movie too, there’s no point in sulking around.

what he doesn’t expect is hearing the sound of music from the kitchen, following by the clinking of dishes.

as he opens up the door, yuuji sees you leaning over the kitchen isle in the middle of the room, looking at a battered up book, reading to yourself. he contemplates to silently turn around and go back to his room, not wanting to be a bother but you look up at him after hearing someone stepping into the room.

and when a sweet smile spreads across your face, yuuji finds himself not wanting to leave.

“yuuji! wanna bake cookies with me?” you ask excitedly upon seeing him and you stand straight back up, waiting for his answer.

at your question, the boy opposite of you feels warmth spreading through his whole body and he’s sure there is a faint blush on his cheeks. you’ve been nothing but kind to him ever since he joined jujutsu tech, his pretty upperclassman who’s the definition of an angel. his heart flutters with every smile you send his way and he could literally melt in your arms every time you hug him.

so without hesitation, yuuji replies “yes, i’d love to!” even if he hadn’t baked cookies before and has no clue what to do.

“great, come here then” you invite him closer happily as you make him space, so he can also read the instructions in the book as well. “have you baked cookies before?” you ask, while looking up at him with bright eyes and yuuji feels butterflies flying around in his tummy.

“no, no i haven’t” he answers with a sheepish smile, scratching the back of his head and you take the book in your hands, standing a little closer to him.

“well it’s quite easy, you can never make the cookie dough wrong, but we have to make sure we take it out of the oven in time, so they aren’t burned to crisp” you explain and yuuji can’t tear his eyes away from you. “what kind of cookies do you want to make?”

yuuji doesn’t care what kind of cookies you two make, as long as he gets to spend time with you, alone like this. he can’t seem to function properly anyways, because you stand a little too close to him, not that he minds, and the smell of your strawberry shampoo and the whiff of your parfume fills up his nostrils, he feels very comfortable being around you.

that’s why yuuji tells you, he doesn’t mind, he’s not a picky eater and he’s happy making cookies however you like. you excitedly nod and the two of you get prepared to make chocolate chip cookies.

ten minutes later, the two of you are well into making the cookie dough and while you sometimes chime into the conversation with the instructions, you and yuuji talk about anything and everything that’s on your minds.

“do you know where everyone is?” yuuji asks curiously and you think for a second before answering.

“well as far as i know, nobara and maki went shopping or more like nobara dragged maki with her” you let out a laugh and yuuji joins you because he can imagine that be the case. “yuuta is still abroad on a mission. panda and toge went to get a few groceries because it’s their turn to make dinner tonight” you fist bump the air and yuuji can only agree with you because the two second years do cook well, but it makes him wonder if you’d like his cooking too.

“and megumi?” he asks before he’d get too into his head about you.

“i don’t actually know where he is” you say with your brows furrowed and you only shrug after a few seconds. “he might be in his room, you know how he likes his space” your response makes yuuji sulk over the dough in his hands and a visible pout forming on his face.

“i knocked on his door and got no response” he mumbles dejectedly and you let out a little giggle at his reaction.

“awh, it’s okay yuuji don’t take it to heart, that’s just how megumi is and besides we get to hang out together. and you know, i really like spending my time with you” your last words are softer and quieter, your gaze remains on your own cookie dough and you hope that your blush isn’t as visible because your face sure feels hot.

it’s funny how you thought that you could keep your feelings at bay, but it’s proven to be a real struggle when he’s a few inches away from you with his large, veiny hands and the loose white shirt does nothing to hide his broad shoulders and muscular body and you don’t even want to think about those grey joggers. and yuuji is so nice, not many boys your age are this friendly and kind, he’s also very funny and strong willed (you can’t imagine what it’s like to exist with sukuna in the same body). you’re somewhat grateful that you are a year above him because you would have a hard time being around him as classmates, while also heavily crushing on him.

you hadn’t realised that yuuji moved away from his spot, his own dough completely flattened out and ready to be portioned into smaller shapes. you are nowhere near that far, though that is no surprise, with a natural raw strength like yuuji’s, he has no trouble with flattening out cookie doughs or anything really.

his firm chest pressing against your back is the first thing you feel, conjoined with his larger, warmer but slightly sticky hands on your own ones, helping you with the dough as his lips hover just above your left ear.

when did he move behind you like that?

“i like spending my time with you too” he replies lowly, pressing you a little into the kitchen isle as he works the dough with your hands.

yuuji doesn’t know what’s got into him, his body moved on its own and in a second he was behind and on you. he can feel sukuna’s energy slightly fading and yuuji guesses this whole thing was his idea. for once, he’s thankful for the evil curse, but he hopes that you aren’t uncomfortable.

the last thing yuuji wants is for you to be uncomfortable, with him.

your breathing is a little rapid from his actions, but then he feels you leaning into him and yuuji feels the butterflies doing another round of flying in his tummy. it isn’t like you aren’t the same, mainly after his words, your mind feels a little hazy as you feel a sudden wave of happiness washing over you.

yuuji presses your hands against the dough gently, not wanting to hurt you. the process is a little slower than when he was doing it alone and when you two are finished, it makes the boy chuckle at how quick you are to grab a cookie cutter, your butt pressing into his crotch softly (he can barely stop a groan leaving his mouth) and he wraps his right hand around yours and the two of you begin to press the cutter into the dough.

your left hands are intertwined on the kitchen isle, his palm completely engulfing yours as the two of you continue on working in silence.

@/vlrspce, 2023

[vlrspace]

there was never a time where the atmosphere was this thick with tension, gojo thinks, never with you at least.

his slender fingers dug tightly into the leather covered wheel, white brows meeting in the middle of his forehead as his cerulean eyes focus on the road ahead. how comical, of course it’s raining outside, accompanied with purple and white strikes appearing across the sky.

gojo gazes at you from the corner of his eyes, he’s desperately trying to ignore the churn of his heart at the sight of you. soft arms wrapped around your frame, fully embracing yourself and seeking comfort in a pair of arms that aren’t his. streaks of maskara coating the red apples of your cheeks, as you lean your head against the window.

he can’t decide what’s worse; the fact that you haven’t even spoke, let alone look at him ever since you two left or that he can’t find anyone else to blame, but himself.

truly, he hadn’t known about the invitation of his ex girlfriend by his parents. a vicious move on their end, just to taunt you with the thought that gojo could always do better than you.

his ex, who is a true golden girl, the definition of a perfect woman every parent desire their children to be with. however, she was far from the ideal partner, with her cunning and self absorbed nature. sure, she’s beautiful and comes from a wealthy family, like gojo, but she only ever cared about putting up a good show for the world. everything with her were non existent, unlike with you.

gojo is aware of how, unfortunately, his parents aren’t particularly fond of you and frankly, he doesn’t care.

the familiar silhouette of your home is visible in the distance and the white haired male tries to calm down his thoughts, to centralise them about making you stay with him. gojo thinks that it’s ridiculous how tied to you he really feels, how dependent he is on you and in such short time as well. six months were enough to make him obsessed with you, it’s utterly pathetic.

the buzzing of the engine comes to a stop and you get yourself ready to exit the car, but gojo locks the car before you even could reach the handle. the action makes you turn towards him, confused and nervous as you wait for him to talk.

“i’m so sorry” his sentence comes out shaky and breathless, his body wholly facing you, blue gaze never wavering away from yours. “i’m so fucking sorry” his shoulders are shaking, pools of tears leaking from the corner of his eyes.

with quiet sobs, he reaches for you, his hands carefully placing themselves on your waist, softly cradling you closer to him. the action makes your eyes widen, you’ve never seen gojo so vulnerable before. he threw his tie on the backseat the second you two entered the vehicle, along with his suit and his button up is halfway undone.

“you deserve so much better” his words are barely audible between the hiccups, his forehead gently pressing against yours as a hand comes up to wipe your tears away. “so much better than me”

gojo blames himself for the way his parents treated you at the dinner party, you realise, belittling you and throwing snarky remarks in front of everyone when his ex arrived. even though gojo stood up for you and got into an argument with his family, those words still hurt you.

“but i don’t ever want to let you go, you’re my everything. i didn’t know what home felt like till i met you, what love really was. i don’t have to pretend to be someone else when i’m with you and you make me feel whole” the desperation of his voice makes your heart break, you can feel his hold on you a little unsteady. “it’s you that i want, you make feel a better man and i love you so much it makes my heart hurt” he stutters out, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips, before pulling away from you.

“i don’t care what they think, i belong with you” your breath hitches in your throat as his words hit you with full force. not only that, but there is no hesitation in his voice and his face is full of seriousness.

“satoru..” you whisper out finally and reach for your seatbelt. swiftly unlocking it, you throw yourself at him, lips pressing against each other feverishly.

your hands curl around his neck, fingers disappearing in his white hair and you feel him wrap around your waist and move you into his lap. gojo’s tongue pushes into your mouth, salvaging every inch he touches. one of his hands cradles your cheek, thumb gently stroking your soft skin and you feel his other hand slowly moving you against him.

you’re the first one to pull away, just barely a few inches between you, gojo’s hips thrusting upwards to meet yours in the middle. both of your breaths are heavy and the atmosphere is now filled with a different type of tension. the sound of rain sounds distant, you can’t seem to care about the on going storm outside anymore. all you care about is gojo, the love of your life.

“i love you so much” your words are whispered against his lips as he leans up to capture yours in a kiss again.

if gojo wasn’t so occupied with you right now, he would laugh at his parents’ poor attempt to break you two apart. he knows his parent finally realised, how much you mean to him and the growing fear within them taken over.

satoru would do anything for you, even if it meant abandoning the great gojo empire just to be with you.

@/vrlspace, 2024

[vlrspace]

not one to stay

iwaizumi hajime x reader

about: after your one night stand with iwaizumi, you run away

wc: 1.2K

tw: it’s a little angsty

an: this will definitely have a second part!

throbbing, heavy and painful throbbing. that’s all you feel in your head as you wake up. it’s hard to open your eyes, to move even a single muscle feels tiring and you so desperately wish to go back to sleep. if only it wasn’t for the growing headache and a dull pain… between your legs.

suddenly you feel awake, your eyes nearly fall out of their sockets while you try to get your head together and instantly, you are aware of the weighty arm around your waist, cradling you towards a sturdy torso. you don’t even bother feeling around your hips for your panties, you’re sure they are laying on the floor somewhere.

as gently as you can, you slowly sit up and the urge to let out a whine is strong, but the need to leave is stronger. you lift up the arm that’s holding you, before you stuff the blanket that covered you in between the arm and the man’s chest to successfully step out of bed.

you begin to search for your dress, as you put your panties on that laid beside the bed and you find the garment you’re looking for in heap of mess with your one night stand’s clothes and your grateful that your heels are also there.

with your dress on and heels in hand, you turn to find your purse next, which takes longer than you’d like because your head won’t stop pounding and it hurts to stand. the man’s room is neat, black and white furnitures are placed all around the room and a few pictures were hung up on the white walls. turning towards the organised table is your last resort, as you couldn’t find it anywhere else and you let out a relieved sigh, when you see it on top of the black surface of the table. you hope your coat is hung up somewhere near the door, because it’s certainly not here.

before leaving, you turn to take a look at the man you spent the night with.

he’s laying on his back, large torso on display and his beefy tanned arms are relaxed around him. your eyes move to get a glance of his face, to recall your memories from last night and your breath hitches in your throat. he must the hottest man you’ve ever been with. he’s slightly tanned from the summer heat, his dark brown hair messily falls on his forehead and his mouth hangs open slightly, revealing a pair of meaty lips, which makes you bite your lips, at the thought of all the sinful things he must’ve done to you last night.

a groan breaks you out of your thoughts and like a deer in headlights, you stare at the man with wide eyes as he moves a large hand to rub at his face. just like that, you bolt out of the room with a few curses under your breath as you swiftly grab your coat from the hanger and you thank the gods that you had the decency to hang it up last night. you hear his footsteps from behind you but you’re out of his apartment with your stuff in your hands, before he could reach you.

with your heart in your throat, you turn down in the corridor to step into the elevator and you let out a shaky sigh, when the doors close. you drop your heels on the floor so you can step in them instead of walking on the cold surface. slipping on your coat, you fish out your phone from your purse. you check the time first (it’s 9am and sunday, thankfully you got a day to recover before uni) before checking your location.

the elevator doors open, revealing you a quite luxurious lobby. you desperately wish you could be surprised at the sight, but this isn’t your first time fleeing from a man’s place after a night together. your location pops up on your screen and you nearly scoff at the fact that you ended up in one of the richest part of tokyo (again).

just how much drinks did you have last night to end up here?

“excuse me” a deep baritone asks from behind you and you turn around to find the hot brown haired man you were just fleeing from, behind you. your eyes widen and before you could turn around to head towards the door to exit the building, a warm hand latches onto your wrist, stopping you and you move to face him.

his warm green eyes lock onto your eyes before sending a cheeky grin your way.

“i didn’t think my performance last night was that bad, that you felt the need to run away from me” he lets out a chuckle and you feel your core tighten from how attractive he is, with only wearing a grey jogger that hangs low on his hips.

“you weren’t, you weren’t bad. at all” you quietly mumbled as the memories of him rocking into you fill up your mind and you feel your face turn a little hot.

“then why did you leave?” he steps closer and his hand slides down to lace your fingers with his. you feel his breath on your face and you swallow the lump that’s quickly growing in the back of your throat.

you already feel bad for the words that are about to leave your mouth and you wish you were capable of doing more than just sleeping around and actually commit yourself to someone, but you’re too broken for that.

“i’m not one to stay, like ever” you whisper and you let go of his hand and step away from him as you watch his olive green eyes swirl with confusion at your words. “it was nice to be with you…” you add unsurely as you turn to walk towards the entrance of the building.

“iwaizumi hajime” he tells you his name and you send a bright smile his way with a little nod before disappearing from his line of sight.

iwaizumi stands there for a while, completely silent as his mind replays the interaction between the two of you. it slightly stung that you didn’t remember his name, though he can’t blame you, you were already somewhat wasted when he stumbled upon you in the bar and he was in the same state as you, when the two of you started dancing and flirting.

some parts of last night are still hazy but he can’t get your soft touches and breathy moans out of his head, nor the way your body moved against his when he was in you. you got him completely hooked, just by one night.

iwaizumi actually woke up before, but didn’t want to disturb you, so when you left without a word, that kind of made him feel bitter. he hoped to have breakfast with you and maybe take you home if you let him, then maybe he would’ve asked you out on a date.

guess that’s out on the window now, iwaizumi thinks as he heads back up into his apartment. he didn’t even ask for your full name, all he remembered is (y/n).

maybe he’ll see you again sometime, faith still has many things in store.

@/vlrspace, 2023