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WRATH & LUST . t.kei / y.tadashi

synopsis ✧ you hate tsukishima kei. you do everything in your power to make his life miserable but nothing works. now you have no choice but to fuck his best friend

cws/tags ✧ college au , enemies to enemies who screw, cursing, fob, smut, vaginal, oral (recieving) & praise — minors dni

parts ✧ i. ii. iii. iv

maybe you were overexaggerating a bit when you said that yamaguchi is always with tsukishima, because there is a couple times a week when you know they'll be apart.

you're friend is apart of the college's newspaper club, and she mentioned that yamaguchi is a member too, but tsukishima isn't. this gave you the perfect opportunity to the catch him alone and prey on his weakest form.

you saunter up to the news room, and catch yamaguchi waiting outside. they don't usually enter until your friend, the chief editor, arrives. "excuse me?"

your voice is soft and inviting, hence yamaguchi is stunned when he turns to see you. his guard is up, but unlike tsukishima, he doesn't immediately resort to aggression, "yes?" he replies quietly.

"is this the newspaper society?" you ask innocently, tilting your head with a smile.

yamaguchi is unsure as to why you are being so mellow towards him, considering your history, but as he chokes back a gulp, he figures that maybe your negative sentiments are purely towards tsukishima and up until now he has just been caught in the crossfire.

"yes, this is. i'm waiting for the editor to get here."

"oh, hana?" your lips are parts slightly, as he nods, "she is my friend. i'm sure she won't mind if we just go in."

"are you sure?" his questions is basically answered as he watches you enter the news room. he hesitantly follows behind, thinking he can shift the blame onto you if the chief editor is upset.

"so, are you a member? i've never seen you here before." he asks while fidgeting with his hands, taking a seat in his usual spot.

"no, not yet. i want to join though which is why i'm here." you sit near yamaguchi, on the table, "but i hear you're full. could you put in a good word for me, tadashi?"

you giggle. bafflement and wary burn at his face, dusting his cheeks a slight pink, "if you're friends with hana then i'm sure you don't need me to talk you up to her."

"well, yeah, but she's reluctant to let me join because, in her words, i can be 'volatile and confrontational'." you muse, legs swinging lightly as you turn to look at yamaguchi with a knowing smirk, "i'm so not, though. you can vouch for me, right?"

yamaguchi blinks, then responds, "yeah. you're the most docile person i know."

you find it cute that he plays along with your jokes. plus, now that you're actually taking a good look at him, you realise he has such a sweet, squishable face. how does the sweetest boy ever end up in the company of lucifer incarnate?

"i wouldn't say docile. that's too far-fetched." you tease.

"mild?"

"eh."

"poise?"

"i like that one but still no."

"composed?"

"that could work!" you cheer, displaying the palm of your hand he insantly reciprocates with a high-five. just as your shared laughter begins to die down, hana and a couple other members of the newspaper society enter the room.

you spend the rest of the hour in the back of the room, working on an article with yamaguchi. your friend knew about your plan, and she didn't mind you utilising her society to achieve your end goal, but you'd had to impede on her work flow for too long so you pulled out all the stops to ensure you gain tadashi's favour as quickly as possible.

as it worked like a charm. despite never having communicated directly with each other before, you chatted throughout the whole hour like you were lifelong best friends. there was an undeniable chemistry between the two of you — the sweet and sour.

plus, you both have a lot more in common than you may have initially thought. your music tastes are very similar, surprisingly, and the same movies/shows. he shows you a couple of his playlists and you do the same, discussing the concerts you've been to and what merchandise you have.

you learned that he is studying to be an electronic engineer while tsukishima is studying history, but he chose maths electives just so they could be in a couple of classes together. they also used to do volleyball together in highschool and are both apart of the volleyball society in college.

so corny and so cheesy but coming from the mouth of yamaguchi, it was the sweetest, most moving story of friendship you've ever heard.

even when meeting ended, you both still walked together out of the building, blathering away about anything and everything, it comes to an abrupt holt when you reach the building's exit.

perplexed, yamaguchi asks, "which way are you going? if you want, i could walk you to your bus stop?"

you smile awkwardly, pretending to be sheepish about the proposition despite it being exactly what you anticipated, "i would love that. but i don't think tsukishima would be too delighted to see us together."

yamaguchi frowns at the reminder but nods.

"but," you continue, pulling a pen and scrap piece of paper from your bag and hurriedly jotting something down, "you can ring me if you ever talk. or anything else." you hand it to him with a wink and yamaguchi's throat dies up at your suggestion, he is barely able to croak out an 'okay'.

"see you later!" you skip off and yamaguchi is left speechless behind.

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you had warmed up to each other very quickly. texting each other ever videos, emojis and pictures every other minute. didn't even take two days before you both had a joint playlist. you were up until ungodly hours of the night facetiming each other.

it was so frequent, yamaguchi had to change your contact information to a fake name because he was getting tired of constantly having to hide his phone from tsukishima, since there was bound to be a notification from you on his screen.

"are you gonna buy tickets tonight???" "noooo don't remind me tadashi" "what's the matter ???😧" "wi-fi sucks at my houseee. i never get concert tickets on time. always end up paying resale prices 😤" "you can come to mine if you want! my wifi is good"

you took him up on his offer. you went over to his dorm at 10PM, since tickets when on sale at 11PM in your time zone. (darn international artists!)

it was a blood-bath but by the grace of god you both successfully secure two tickets to see your favourite artist performing live, with seats very close to the stage!

so of course you had to celebrate somehow.

shaky breathes escaped his lips, soft moans intertwined. his shirt had come off, exposing his tan skin to the hot atmosphere of his bedroom. hypnotised by the way your tight cunt sucked needily on his cock, dripping cum all over his bare shaft.

his gaze was only freed from your sex when he was nearing his climax and a sudden bolt of ecstasy wracked through him, causing his eyes to roll back, "so tight, (y/n)." he grunted, grabbing your ass and squeezing it.

he had you sprawled out over his bed face down, while he stood by the edge and fucked you from behind. he gave you a pillow to rest your cute head on so your neck wouldn't hurt, and he held your legs by his sides while he ploughed into you. four years of volleyball practise has its uses.

his pace is relentless but rhythmic; at first he fucked you leisurely, allowing you to appreciate every inch of him as he'd pull out of you excruciatingly slowly, then ease himself back in until his achy tip prodded your cervix. he wasn't doing it to torment you though, just to give you some time to grow accustomed to his length.

it was better that way; your desperate pussy welcomed him instead of trying to force him out. in fact, it clung to him to tightly it was challenging for him to pull out of you, somehow he managed.

as he approached his orgasm, his thrusts became hurried and sloppy, raring to spill inside your sopping pussy. but ever the altruist, he slips his fingers between your legs to press and rub at your clit fervently, "close, baby?"

his cock splits in you half, and your pussy throbs around him. the power with he rams into you has made you hazy, drooling mess, only able to weakly buck your hips in reciprocation to his thrusts. you try to whine you a meek 'yes' but your face is buried in the pillow, thus yamaguchi only hears an unclear, muffled noise.

he furrows his brows and moves his hands up to your waist, "'m gonna flip you over, yeah?" he pants, still fucking you as he talks, "wanna see that pretty face." in a surge of strength and energy, he pulls you off the bed and flips you onto your back, offering you a gentle smile when you lock eyes.

you weakly smile back, about the only autonomy you could exhibit while his cock continued to pound into you, moulding your walls around him. you were losing control of yourself with each thrust; clinging to the sheets and allow a string of lewd moans and profanities spill from your mouth. somewhere in the mix there was his name.

"tadashi.."

your eyes were closed, and your melodious voice called out for him to save you, like he wasn't tucked inside you. hearing you say his name like that — so filthy and obscene — delighted him in ways he didn't know were possible and only urged him closer to his climax. "(y/n), say that again, please."

the wet slapping noises he made against your cunt grew louder; it was a miracle you could still hear his pastel voice. being railed into the plush sheets of his bed, your mind and body were in two different realms, so when you tried to utter his name once more, all that came out was a series of moans and gasps.

"c'mon, (y/n)." he pled, gripping onto your hips like you are his life force, "i need you. be a good girl for me, please."

he punctuated each word with a harsh thrust, brushing your cervix each time and it didn't take much else for you to come crash down around him. spasming and twitching on his dick, your scream echoing through the room while he fucked you through it. your throbbing pussy still being used for his pleasure.

even when you were nearing completion, your pussy still fluttered around him and you squealed, "tadashi!" as the world became hazy and blurred around you.

which was enough to send him hurdling over the edge too. his teeth are gritted together and his hands tense on your waist when he cums inside you. his thrusts waver for only a moment before he temporarily resumes, this time with less vigour and with the sole purpose of milking himself dry inside you.

once he could feel his hot cum packed safely within your walls, he was finally able to gasp for air. he doesn't want to pull out, he's comfortable as he is, but the curious part of him wants to see how his load looks inside you.

he pulls out, only to kneel and examine your glistening hole. too fucked out and sore, you lay on the bed and try to catch your breath, allowing him to push your legs wide open without protest.

"so pretty." he mused, watch as a bit of his cum dribbles out of your pussy and onto your ass. not to worry though, as he uses his two fingers to guide it back inside you. idly, he pushes his two fingers inside you and revels at how tight you still are.

"you're perfect." without thinking about it, he curls his fingers inside you, then delicately dragging them in and out, wrenching a feeble whine from your throat. "do you know how perfect you are?"

he pressed a loving kiss against your clit before poking his head up from between your legs to look at you. "mm" is all you respond with. he chuckles, "that's not a yes or no, baby."

he doesn't dwell on it too long. he'll stop bothering you now by trying to get you to respond to him; you're probably still recovering from your intense orgasm. yamaguchi goes back to admiring your hole, captivated by how his cum has filled you up, and whenever it tries to escape but it is prevented from doing so by his fingers.

"you look so beautiful like this. i wanna burn this image into my brain so i can keep it forever." he kisses your pussy again, french this time. his lips move graciously against your folds and his tongue plunges inside you. you taste so good, so intoxicating, he moans into your skin, the vibrations causing you to gasp. he continues to suck and lick inside your puckered hole, until he gets a taste of himself on his tongue, which causes him to falter and slowly pull away.

"i've never had sex with a girl on the pill before. but this was just.." he can't seem to find the word he's looking for. perhaps it doesn't exist. "amazing. well, that doesn't even cover half of it." he grins foolishly, caressing the inside of your thigh and still gazing at your hole.

"yeah." after lying motionless for a while, you seem to have finally come back down to earth and can form full sentences again. "amitriptyline is great, isn't it?"

"uhuh.." he muses, thinking about how gorgeous you look until what you said finally registers in head and he springs to his feet, "what!?"

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yujisgirll · 2 years ago

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YUUJI ITADORI AND HIS CHRISTMAS PRESENT! cw — boyfriend!yuuji & girlfriend!reader, fluff, pwp, slight pervy!yuuji, lingerie, making out, groping, riding, consensual photo taking & recording ( EROS WRITES — OMG I AM SO SORRY!!! THIS TOOK FOREVER TO COME OUT!!! i have been so busy finishing the school semester and personal issues but I'M FINALLY WORKING ON IT!! merry LATE christmas! this is apart of my 12 day christmas series, which you can find here. DEFINITELY got lazy at the end but i really just wanted to get this out. PLEASE ENJOY!! )

it would be a complete understatement to say that no one liked christmas as much as yuuji itadori.

as soon as the clock struck twelve am on october 31st, yuuji itadori was pulling the old, dusty box of christmas decorations out of the closet and scattering them around your shared apartment like he was santa claus himself.

it was adorable, though somewhat annoying, as you tripped over one of the various ornaments he had left hanging about on the ground. you huffed, keeping your phone pressed between your ear and shoulder, as your friend nobara's voice flooded through.

"wait, so he hasn't even asked for anything?" nobara questions, and you shake your head, kicking the ornament away and heading into the kitchen of your apartment. "like, he hasn't stared longingly at something in a shop's window or obnoxiously left magazines open with things that he wants circled?"

"no, 'bara," you sigh, opening the fridge and looking for something to eat. "christmas is literally days away and i don't have a clue on what he wants."

you hear rustling on nobara's end, as she hurries to wrap her last minute gifts, "well, he hasn't told me or megumi anything either. i just know megumi is getting him some signed copy of a horror movie—"

"what? isn't that like, crazy expensive?"

"yeah, but it's megumi, he always gets us all expensive gifts. remember when he got you that purse? i didn't think he even knew what designer was."

you groan. "oh my god, i'm going to look like a horrible girlfriend outdid by my boyfriend's bestfriend," you facepalm. "what the hell do i do?"

"don't worry, yuuji loves you," she can hear nobara shaking her head with a laugh, "he won't care what you get him. but if it bothers you this much, we'll just go to the store later."

you pause, hearing your boyfriend's humming as he enters the apartment, shutting the door behind him. he walks down the hallway, smiling at you. "hey, i gotta go, he's home," you say to nobara, who can be heard yelling hi to your boyfriend as you hang the phone up.

your boisterous boyfriend nearly stumbles over your cat, leonardo, who lounges lazily in the doorway, as he waltzes into the kitchen. his arms are full, carrying bags of groceries. you let out a wince as he nearly drops one bag to the ground.

"that was nobara?" yuuji questions, meeting you besides the counter as he presses a gentle kiss to your temple. he pulls away from you, setting the various bags atop the counter. " what's so important that i can't hear?"

"it wasn't anything important," you answer, turning to face him. "just christmas talk."

yuuji grins, closing the pantry. “i’m gonna shower, and then we can watch a movie?" he looked over towards you. "unless you've got more secrets to talk about with nobara."

secrets, my ass, you thought. you press a hand to your forehead, groaning. "we've already watched all three santa clause movies this week, yuu."

yuuji pout. "the grinch?"

"sure," you wave him off. "go shower. you *stink*."

yuuji laughs, blowing a kiss as he bounds out of the kitchen.

you shake your head, glancing down at your phone as it dings.

nobs >:) dhjf wear smth like this its a cheap present and yk itadori will love it [click attachment]

you blink wildly once you opened the attached photo. a photo of wine rose colored lingerie, the same shade as your boyfriend's hair, attached to a mannequin was clear in the photo, a screenshot from shein. you feel heat rush to your face.

coincidentally, you have the same set buried in your wardrobe.

you hastily shut your phone off, setting it on the counter and biting your lip. it was worth a shot, wasn't it?

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standing in front of the mirror, you feel silly.

the lace material hugs your curves perfectly, and it's not like you're ugly. it's just rather.. uncomfortable.

you have half a mind to change your clothes, but then you hear footsteps coming from the bathroom. with a low sigh, you barely give yourself enough time to think over your decision before sinking into you and yuuji's shared room.

your mouth waters as yuuji pushes open the door. he's humming rather loudly, not noticing you perched prettily atop the sheets yet. water droplets travel downwards his bare torso, and his hair is spiked up from the moisture. the towel hanging around his waist is barely secure.

you're half tempted to say something, but yuuji beats you to it, turning away from his dresser. he drops his towel, letting out a yelp at the sight of you.

your face heats up in embarrassment.

"i thought you were—" he cuts himself off, mouth running dry, "the kitchen—"

his mouth opens and closes like a fish.

he runs a hand through his hair for a moment, before climbing up the bed and dropping down in front of you. you hardly notice him, not even as he takes your hand.

"nobara gave me the idea," you explain hastily, shaking your head. "we were talking about christmas—"

"babe," yuuji interrupts, kissing each and every one of your fingertips, "there is not a single part of me that wants to talk about our friend right now."

you were certain he was definitely thanking her internally, though, with the way he was eyeing you like you were god's gift to men.

you shut your mouth, but yuuji slides his thumb over your bottom lip. one arm wraps tightly around your waist, tugging you closer to him. he positions you on top of him, with him taking the spot you were previously laying down in.

he kisses you hungrily; tongue sliding into your mouth to meet yours. whenever yuuji kisses you, they're always desperate and eager, like he's a man starved. this one is no different, and you kiss him back with just as much fervor.

"baby," he almost whines, "you could've told me this was my christmas gift."

you can feel his hardness pressing against your thigh. a grin tugs at your lips. you straddle him, as he reaches a hand up, tugging at one of the lace straps decorating your skin.

he swallows thickly, and cups one of your breasts. his breath catches.

you let out a laugh. "it's not like you haven't seen them before, yuu."

"not like this."

"like what?"

yuuji slides one strap off of your breast, dipping his head. he licks his tongue over your nipple, pausing when you let out a gasp. he smiles as he looks up at you, meeting your gaze. "like a pretty present, all wrapped up for me."

he returns to suckling your breast, and you slide your fingers into his hair, a whimper escaping your lips.

his hands travel down, tugging at the lace. "wanna see more," he whines.

you reach to unzip it, but he grabs your arm. "wait, wait, wait."

you frown at him. "you just said—"

"i have to memorialize it," yuuji decides, reaching for his phone on the nightstand. "you're so gorgeous."

your heart flutters.

"this is gonna be my favorite memory of you." he declares, snapping photos of you.

"you said that about the last time we had sex on the hood of your car," you deadpan, shaking your head. "they can't both be."

"maybe i just love you?" he offers sheepishly. he moves to set his phone back down, but you reach for his arm.

"i have something else you can memorialize," you murmur, leaning your head down to press a kiss to his neck.

yuuji stiffens, and then nods eagerly. you grin, moving a hand downwards and wrapping it around his cock.

he hisses, and moves his own hand to cup your head. "don't even need—don't even need any prep."

you sink down onto his length, letting out a low moan as your boyfriend lets out his own shuddering breath. you don't move for a few moments, as he rests his hands on your ass.

"s'okay, babe," he assures gently, "take your time."

you nod, before slowly beginning to ride him. you slide your hands to rest on his chest, as you begin to pick up your pace.

"yuuji—"

"jus' keep going, baby," yuuji urges, breathless as he watches your breast.

yuuji itadori decides then, christmas definitely is his favorite holiday.

erosuya.

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