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yandere!yuta okkotsu x reader

warnings: emotional abuse, manipulation, gaslighting, implied violence, psychological trauma, disassociation, yandere themes

wc: 318

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he doesn’t yell when he’s angry.

that would be too easy.

yuta okkotsu punishes in silence. with hands that don’t bruise, but hold too tight. with eyes that watch you fall apart and never look away.

he enjoys it.

he enjoys me—my pain, my fear, my confusion. i see it in the way he smiles when my voice cracks. in how he cups my face so tenderly after a breakdown he caused, whispering, “there you are… you always look so honest when you’re crying.”

he tells me it’s because he loves the real me.

but what he really loves is the version of me he’s carved out with fear.

every time i try to stand up for myself, to push back, to breathe—he lets me. he watches me rage, scream, cry—and then when im exhausted, shaking, back against the wall—he kneels beside me like a savior.

“shh… that’s it,” he murmurs, wiping my tears. “you got it out. i'm proud of you.”

he says he’s proud when I fall apart.

because that’s the version he’s in love with. the girl who can’t leave. the girl who only survives when she’s in his arms.

and when i stop fighting?

he’s sweeter than anyone i've ever known.

he’ll brush my hair. run me a bath. feed me by hand like I’m something precious and weak.

“see? isn’t it easier when you don’t resist?”

he calls it love.

but it’s not love.

it’s ownership wrapped in soft words and bruiseless hands. it’s the way he tilts his head when I disassociate, studying my emptiness like it’s beautiful.

“i like when you go quiet like that,” he once said. “you look peaceful.”

i wasn’t peaceful.

i was gone.

If you were yuta's girl <3 but you're kinda a streamer <33!

Can you please do a fic about how jjk boys (Yuji , Yuta, Megumi, inumaki?) would sneak you into their dorms at night? I feel like the school would lowk do a head count and they would each have different ways of getting away with it (and then doing the boombayah ofc ☺️😝)

LOVE YOU AND PLEASE/THANK YOU LOVE YOUR WRITING ❤️❤️❤️

IM SO SORRY FOR WRITING THIS SO LATE I WAS SICK OMG SRYYY thanks for being patient! (and if you weren't thats totally okay i understand pookie)

btw if this is wrong and you want it re done u could just do another request!

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MDNI

Master list's

⯌Sum

JJK boys sneakin around with you? Yup

⯌ Wc

Megumi Fushiguro 0.5k, Yuji Itadori 1.1k , Yuta Okkostu ,

(Not proof read)

⯌ Warnings

Eating it from the back, Megumi snitched in Yuji's because Yuji embarrassed him 😭, some ass eating, p in v, unprotected, semi public, Language, Teasing, Edging, Breeding Kink, Squirting, Aftercare & Cuddling, Oral (F!Receiving), Rimming, cum play?

⯌ The men

Yuji, Yuta, Megumi and Toge (AGED UP)

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Yuji Itadori (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧

Yuji's not one to hide or run or lie.

But late at night when his pretty girl sent a video of her dripping pussy rubbing her sweet little clit that he so badly wants his tongue on, he obviously gets horny too.

That's a big problem considering Gojo does head counts in the morning at the beginning of class, it's gonna be hard if he wants to fuck you all night long and have to get up in the morning.

Gojo will 100% put two and two together and realize where you both are and what you're specifically doing. He would tease you both to no end and probably tell everyone which would be painful for the both of you.

But what would be more painful is you and him not being able to have sex. To make love. He enjoys to admit he's down bad for you. That just makes you love him even more.

He's usually a jolly texter doing cute little emojis or calling you pookie or doing all caps. So the text that he just sent, you knew you were in trouble. Especially for sending the nudes, teasing him.

"Don't fucking touch your self."

You groan and move your hand away from your pussy and then you hear a phone ring. You picked it up and it was Yuji. His demeanour was completely different, like he was perfectly normal and not having a raging boner.

"Hey baby! You listen to the text? I wanted you to stay on the call so if I hear any sounds."

You know exactly what he means. He wants to make sure you're not touching yourself. "Yuji I wanna touch myself. And Gojo's 100% not gonna let you come over. He thinks I'm gonna get knocked up or something."

Even though Yuji actually wants to knock you up (he would never tell you) but he reassures you that he could get around Gojo.

"Gojo Sensei doesn't have to know. He's smart but not that smart. I remembered the time he goes home. Three hours for me to run to your dorm, and make sure someone covers for me."

You're surprised with Yuji going all nerdy on you. Unfortunately that just turns you on more so you let out a small "mhm" and he hangs up. He knows he can trust you especially with the fact that he can check if you're more wet. He can really just tell.

Eventually Gojo left dramatically as usual. So it's obvious when he leaves. So the plan goes to action. He practically runs to Megumi's dorm and bangs on it.

Megumi opens the door and spits out an angered, "What?!" After he told Megumi the plan and why the plan was happening, even though his stoic nature he let out a teasing grin.

"Megumi- buddy- just please. If you ever got pussy you'd understand." Yuji said fully serious. Megumi's grin instantly faded into a scowl. He got instantly quiet and nodded. He totally struck a nerve.

He ran out of Megumi's door and ran to your dorm and practically jumped on you. He ran you to his door for more privacy since it was more of private secluded area in Jujustu high. Only other dorm there was Megumi's.

As soon as he opened the door and kicked closed his soft warm, plump lips instantly pressed against yours made you feel shivers go up your body and your panties get wet.

He pulls back holding your ass, his breath hot against your face. His lips hover over your swollen lips from the strong kiss. His face is so close to yours, you could feel his lips brushing against yours. His pupils blown with lust.

The whole intimacy of the situation made both of you so excited and horny. The perfect combination.

He continues to massage your ass his favourite thing in the world. "Get on your stomach on the bed and put your ass in the air." Of course, doggy.

This man loves everything about you including the way your ass shakes when his hips smack right into your ass. It makes him cum so fast.

You take off your clothes and he sees your soft skin that he so badly wants to slobber like a dog all over. He went behind you and kissed down your sweaty spine.

He held your ass and forced you into a deeper arch so he could see your pussy. He dove in like it was the last meal he could ever get.

He moaned pathetically while tongue fucking you like it was the most delicious thing he has ever tasted. (it was)

He sucked on your clit but something came to mind... he couldn't leave that pretty ass alone could he? So of course he slapped your ass, his fingers spread your cheeks, he stuck his tongue your asshole's rim and circled it before going back to your clit and doing the same.

You moaned and tried to squirm from your boyfriends loud slurping and long generous licks on your pussy. It was everything to his moans, to the way he was holding you still. It just made the atmosphere so hot.

You squirted on his tongue and he drank it up instantly. He kissed back up your spine keeping you in the same position. But this time his cock was prodding at your sensitive hole making you jolt.

He slammed in instantly hitting your sweetspot he memorized. You scream out. Megumi next door definitely heard that. But you were instantly cock drunk to give a shit.

He snaked a hand around your waist and rubbed quick circles on your clit as fast as his thrusts. You screamed out and squirted. You squeezed so tight he couldn't move. He came instantly.

Megumi was in the other blasting music in his headphones trying to ignore the horrifying sounds coming out of the other room.

Yuji wiped your cum covered legs and gently pulled you on his lap. He held you so close whispering sweet nothings into your ear and how you feel so good you feel around him and, such a good girl for me.

You instantly fell asleep, he fell asleep right after making sure you were comfortable.

You both slept through the alarm comfortably, while Megumi, both of your saviours to get through years of embarrassment was not going to obey your request.

He needed to get you back for the insult and the sleepless night. He had too.

He automatically told Gojo and he ran down the hall and as smug as he is, he opened the door to see you both passed out naked wrapped in blankets to hide your genitals.

Yeah, Gojo's having a hoot out of this one.

Megumi Fushiguro ಠ︵ಠ

Megumi fucking hates PDA. It's gross, and nasty. But you love it of course, always clinging to him, kissing his cheeks in public. Sure he loves it and loves you and it's just embarrassing.

So today when you kept kissing his cheeks, sucking his neck, it just made him pissed.

"Tonight I'm going to your dorm. Don't close your windows, I'll use my nue, don't try to run. If you want embarrassment, you'll get it."

That was the most forward he's ever been in public, actually that's the most forward he's ever been.

Later that night, he needed someone or something to cover for you two. He honestly couldn't tell Yuji to cover, he wouldn't know and ask Nobara and she would know, then tell him, and blah blah blah.

So he left a note under Gojo's door saying, "Just going to the doctor's with Y/N, she had some problems."

God he's so desperate for pussy and to punish you. He'd do anything at this point. At night he used his nue to fly to your dorm window from his.

He made it disappear before knocking on your window. When you opened it, his lips were pressed to yours, he pushed you back and you fell on the floor with him over you.

He ripped your favourite pyjama shirt in half, then groped your tit meanly making you whimper with pleasure.

In about 30 seconds all of your clothes are on the floor, with you in the meanest mating press with his cock hitting your sweet spot each time, making you have the longest orgasm you've ever had.

"We're trying something else." He said to your cock drunk face. He took his cock out and kissed down your body. He kissed your mound before diving into your folds.

He had no etiquette or remorse for what he was doing. He was just slobbering and licking in no pattern. It just made it feel so good. You were moaning and shaking.

You know it would be embarrassing when this was all done. How bad you were moaning, crying, thrashing your body parts. It was all so stimulating.

Yeah, he got what he wanted. For you to feel embarrassment. But god this was the most pleasured embarrassment you've ever had.

He sucked hard on your clit and dived his fingers past your fluttering empty hole. His long finger massaged your sweet spot. You let out a small raw moan from all the moaning your throat was so fucking raw.

And that just made Megumi so happy, he loves that raw, painful throat noise. But he knows you love it too.

You squirted and you covered your red face. He exaggerated the slurping, drinking up your juices. He kissed up your body and pecked your lips.

You tasted yourself on his soft tongue as he cupped your cheeks and deepened the kiss. "Such a good girl." He mumbled with his lips pressed to your forehead.

"You gonna embarrass me in public again?" You shook your head. But god knows you would, you wanted this again, and again.

You wanted this pleasurable, fucking mind shattering, over whelming pleasure anytime.

Yuta Okkostu ◖⚆ᴥ⚆◗

Yuta was in Africa for about a year. Learning new techniques, to make his cursed technique more powerful. Of course you both texted but it wasn't a hole bunch.

While he was doing his own stuff, you were doing boring missions. So when he said he's done with his sensei, and coming back to the school you were practically leaping off of clouds.

Luckily, Gojo allowed him to have a week off from his travels, you didn't but you weren't busy anyway.

So right now you both were in his dorm, cuddling watching tv. He's holding you so tight like a life line. God you felt good around him. Your arms of course!

But of course he loves a certain type of your body. Especially when it's been a year without it. He basically needs it. He needs that oh so sweet, pussy wrapped tight around him.

But the precious boy, was way too polite to make you have sex with him for his pleasure! That's why he usually insists you start.

So that's why the poor boy is behind you shifting with a raging boner pushing against your plushy ass. (Which doesn't really help)

He gently moved you off of him to take care of himself in the washroom. You grabbed his hand because the tent in his pants was painfully obvious.

"Yuta if you want me to take care of you, you can just ask." His eyes widened and his cheeks reddened.

"But Gojo-"

"Just ask him Yuta, just say it's a sleepover since we haven't seen each other in a while. Gojo Sensei isn't the brightest." You said kissing down his neck.

He shakily typed to Gojo and he sent the classic thumbs up emoji. Then he finally let out sharp breaths as you kissed down his body.

After a bit you both were making out naked. With him hovering over you his rock hard cock snug between your thighs.

He really enjoys foreplay, pressing his lips to yours sensually to make you more wet than you already are.

He finally gently pushed his thick cock into your pulsing hole, basically begging for him to enter your and kiss your cervix.

His eyes were squeezed shut with pleasure and he slowly pushed in and out. But god, it felt good.

"Can I go faster baby?" He said in that tone that's whiny, deep and so needy. That made you squeeze so tight around him.

"Y-Yeah."

As soon as you say that, he thrusts in a speed that makes your brain disconnect from the rest of your body.

His hips snapped against yours as your sweet boy just lost everything sweet about him.

He grabbed your legs and threw both of them over his shoulders. His cock brushed by your sweet spots and that made you squeeze around him.

It just made him thrust faster.

You let out a raspy moan from all the moaning and whimpering. Just the look in your eyes made him so close.

The way you scratched down his back just made him shoot whites inside you till it was blanks.

Of course you needed to cum too. So kept fucking his cum into making you cum as well. Your fluids mixed with his as he pulled out.

He's panting with his face a pinky red. God, he's adorable. He grabbed a wipe and wiped the cum off your legs.

He gently kissed your forehead and fell asleep on top of you. Yeah you both aren't making it to class tomorrow.

i like yuta taking over gojos corpse or whatever but it wouldve been really cool if gojos corpse was like immovable. refusing to decompose its just there on the battlefield; blah blah blah dead gods still answer prayers

"it's something wrong?"

Yuta sketch (from may) that kiiiinda sucks just a teensy bit

dangnabbit not the shadow..😞

Drawings from earlier this month

practicing drawing with pen

For some reason ppl hate Maki and Yuta? I personally love Yuta with either Maki or Inumaki

I did it.

HERE IT IS!!!!!!!!!! my very Tiny but (relatively) balanced Jujutsu Kaisen Orchestra!!!

THE ORCHESTRA!

Violin 1 - Shoko Ieiri, Maki Zenin, Riko Amanai

Violin 2 - Naoya Zenin, Kinji Hakari, Momo Nishimiya

Viola - Kasumi Miwa, Megumi Fushiguro, Junpei Yoshino

Cello - Noritoshi Kamo, Yuta Okkotsu, Akari Nitta

Bass - Kirara Hoshi, Kiyotaka Ijichi, Shiu Kong

Flutes - Satoru Gojo, Mai Zenin

Clarinets - Utahime Iori, Nobara Kugisaki

Oboe - Mei Mei

Bassoon - Suguru Geto

Trumpets - Kento Nanami, Takuma Ino

Trombones - Atsuya Kusukabe, Yuji Itadori

Tuba - Toji Fushiguro

Horns - Yuki Tsukumo, Yu Haibara

Percussion - Todo Aoi (specifically bass drum), Toge Inumaki, Kokichi Muta, Ui Ui

feel free to give ur opinions below. I may adjust this.

yuta brainrot.... my silly little man :]

Wait For It - Leslie Odom Jr., the Hamilton Musical

Geto Suguru is to Aaron Burr as Gojo Satoru is to Alexander Hamilton.

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Hamilton faces an endless uphill climb

He has something to prove he has nothing to lose

Hamilton's pace is relentless he wastes no time

What is it like in his shoes?

Hamilton doesn't hesitate

He exhibits no restraint

He takes

and he takes

and he takes

And he keeps winning anyway,

changes the game

He plays and he raises the stakes

And if there's a reason he seems to thrive

when so few survived

Then goddamit I'm willing to wait for it

wait for it

Wait for it

Wait for it

suddenly my favorite yuta x reader oneshot i've ever come across

hey! i really love your fics and i have a special request 4 my 19th birthday ( aug 16 ) . can you do inexperienced yuuta x inexperienced reader or frat boy/play boy yuuta x shy nerdy reader? I really luv u and it would mean alot 2 me if you did this,feel free to say no or ignore this if you want! no pressure!

OH MY GOODNESSS i could never ignore this! i can ABSOLUTELY cook this one up for you and i hope i met your expectations!! i wanted to release this right on your birthday, so here is my gift to you! <3 ILY you’re so sweet thank you for sending in a request!

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finally.

{frat boy/playboy yuta okkotsu x nerdy f!reader}

summary: yuta okkotsu is a typical popular frat boy player who’s never been told no, but at one of his regular parties where he spots your pretty little self in the kitchen, and you turn him down? his entire existence resets as he then cannot stop thinking about you and tries his absolute hardest to change the impression you have on him.

warnings: college au, afab!reader, fluufff, mentions of alcohol and drinking, yuta LOVES you, he’s a little weenie at first, character development yuta, no smut in this one!, cursing, party fight, protective yuta, yuta fights someone lol, slight sexual themes but really nothing.

word count: 5k

authors note: OH HOW I LOVE THIS ONEEE!! i hope i’m feeding you guys well this week with these fics hehe!! IM WRITING A FREAKY ONE FOR THIS NEXT SO STAY TUNED!! love you love you <3

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yuta okkotsu was the biggest player and frat boy to ever plague your college campus— having parties literally every other night and trashing the absolute fuck out of his frat house after every single one, living in the privileges of popularity as he was without a doubt the hottest man there.

he absolutely relished in his reputation, loved the attention, loved the stares he got, and had a body count that absolutely shot through the roof in numbers.

and yuta was quite literally a typical frat boy. he was loud and obnoxious, the most stubborn hot headed man to ever exist on the face of the planet, passed the time playing beer pong for fun and drinking, and had girls practically at his feet, him never having to work for anything to get in his bed and fuck.

until he met you.

you had timidly walked into one of his frat parties one night, shy, cutely nerdy, a little scared and absolutely drop dead gorgeous, your energy an entirely different one from his own as he watched you a little too much throughout the night, rehearsing his perfected plan of getting girls into bed with him as he finally spotted you alone in the kitchen after a while, approaching you.

yuta flashed you an attractive polished smile as he leaned up against the kitchen counter, practically cornering you in as you eyed him alarmingly.

“hey,” he sipped at his beer. “what’s your name?”

you awkwardly shifted, wondering where the hell your best friend was as the biggest player you’ve ever heard of was talking to you.

“y-y/n…” you stammered, your gaze barely looking at him but giving a small smile through your nervousness nonetheless.

“pretty name for a pretty girl,” he hummed. “you’ve never come to my parties before, have you?”

you shook your head no, your doe eyes finally peering up at him.

“welcome then!” he chirped smoothly and leaned closer to you, his breath faintly smelling of alcohol. “you here by yourself?”

“no i’m with a friend, actually.” you laughed awkwardly, your cheeks red with embarrassment but smiling politely through your discomfort, not wanting to offend him in any way.

yuta nodded, his eyes scanning the crowd. “did you lose them?”

“i— i guess so—”

“you can stick with me then.” he shrugged, a sly smile on his face as he sweet talked you, it slightly faltering when he noticed how uncomfortable you looked, but carrying on anyways. “you wanna head upstairs? maybe we can—”

“no thank you.”

he paused.

no?

“no?”

he was yuta okkotsu. no girl has ever told him no before.

you shook your head at him and gave him a sugary smile, your tone kind and polite as you started to walk away from him. “i’m sorry, i think i see my friend over there though! thank you for keeping me company, i hope it wasn’t too much trouble!”

he watched you walk away then in your tiny little skirt, and he felt stupidly offended. absolutely stupidly offended as he slightly scoffed and shook his head, taking a swig of his beer, his body and mind literally glitching with the foreign feeling of rejection.

yuta tossed his empty beer bottle lazily in a black garbage bag and stuffed his hands into his pockets, his long legs already pulling him over to the beer pong table in the living room, opting to forgetting the entire encounter he had with you altogether and shaking it off.

except he couldn’t. he couldn’t shake it off.

his brain was buzzing and utterly reeling over the thought of your timid nature and soft spoken words and pretty pretty face from that point forward, thoughts that aggravated him to no end that bubbled up every time he ate, slept, was in class, and did basically anything.

he didn’t know why it was happening. he didn’t know why you took over his every fucking thought as he only interacted with you for like five minutes. but your aura was different. so poised, so shy and gentle, and it was like a red string was physically pulling him towards you everywhere you went.

yuta saw you around campus a lot more after that, you sticking out like a sore thumb and blinding his vision whenever you walked past him, your smile sweet and respectful towards him that lasted only a millisecond as you walked down further, his eyes watching you over his shoulder, soft.

you conversations with him were nothing but polite and casual as he tried to talk to you again and again, your body language guarded and careful, but your voice like silky honey, speaking to him with more kindness than he deserved.

yuta never seemed to be able to get past the invisible wall you built in front of him.

“a girl like her isn’t gonna go for a guy like you, yuta.” one of his frat brothers muttered to him, having been fed up with yuta’s moping and grumbling around the house ever since he saw you.

“and why not.” he gruffed, his arms tightly crossed over his chest as he leaned back on the couch.

“because she’s nothing like us.” he emphasized. “she’s a nerd, respects herself, is way too good for you, and would never let herself waste time with a guy of your reputation.”

his frat brother patted him heavily on the shoulder. “just go back to the ones you usually go for. they’re easy.”

yuta only rolled his eyes and stood, but he really couldn’t deny what he had said. you were too good for him, way too good for him, his life completely mismatched from yours— paths never meant to cross as he solemnly watched you from afar, wanting you to smile at him the way you smiled at others, wanting you to talk about your precious nerdy interests and your studies with him like you do with your friends, and wanting you to just simply look at him longer than the usual casual hello you gave him.

but you never did.

in an attempt to try and talk to you again without seeming like an absolute fucking stupid creep like last time (something he quickly realized), he started throwing parties at his frat literally every single night in hopes of you showing up, scanning the crowd and sulking in a corner when he couldn’t find you, the bags under his eyes growing darker and darker with every time you didnt make an appearance.

he tried to go back to his old ways and hook up with the girls he usually did, tried to bury you in the back of his mind and go back to before, but he just couldn’t, his mind foggy and preoccupied with thoughts of you that invaded his every neuron, making him kiss his hook ups back lazily or straight up just cancel on them— stopping all together in the end.

it had been months, and yuta sat bored out of his mind on the living room couch during another one of his parties, not a single drop of alcohol in his system as music pumped and drummed through the frat that made his headache ten times worse.

these everyday parties were pointless.

he sat up and trudged to the kitchen, pushing past his friends for a beer until he froze.

there you stood, finally, leaning against the kitchen counter all by yourself, just like how you were when he first saw you.

his eyes flew open and he quickly smoothed over his white t-shirt with his hands, heart hammering against his chest so hard that it traveled down to his ribcage as he approached you, internally freaking the fuck out.

“hey y/n,” he greeted quietly and calm, trying his absolute hardest to convey sincerity towards you. “how are you doing?”

your eyes snapped to his and you leaned back a bit, but smiled. “hi yuta! i’m doing okay. how are you?”

he could practically see the wall you had in front of him, your posture timid and cautious, and his eyes only grew more insecure.

“i’m good! do you— do you want a drink? or something? i could—”

“oh it’s okay yuta! i’m fine,” you answered shyly, a grin on your breathtaking face.

yuta gnawed on his thumb, looking around the kitchen for something, anything that could fix the image you had on him.

the fridge.

“do you um—” he walked over to the fridge, almost stumbling over his own shoes as he opened it. “do you want maybe apple juice? or— or i have chocolate milk? or sunny d i drink like an entire dozen a day but—”

you giggled.

his head snapped over to you and watched your pearly smile, shining just for him for a moment, his shoulders slowly relaxing.

yuta sheepishly scratched the back of his neck and laughed along with you.

“sunny d would be great!”

he stared blankly, and then quickly nodded. “o—okay! yes sunny d—”

he ransacked through his fridge, knocking over several cans of energy drinks and beers before he finally found the sunny d’s in the back, tearing one out from the pack and closing the fridge.

“here you go.”

your cheeks glowed pink as you shyly took the small bottle from his hands, a cute wobbly smile on your face that made yuta’s chest clench.

precious.

he wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans.

“i wanted to apologize—” he strained out. “for the way i spoke to you when we first met.”

you stared at him.

“it was never my intention to make you uncomfortable, and i acted like a complete dingbat with the things i said, so i just—” he scuffed his shoe against the kitchen floor. “i’m really sorry.”

you were quiet, big doe eyes blinking up at him in shock— until your frame gently deflated, eyes softening for him.

“you don’t have to apologize yuta honestly.” your soft voice soothed him, a sound he craved to hear everyday since the moment he met you. “i don’t think any less of you if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“you don’t?”

you shook your head cutely, beaming. “i don’t.”

he felt like he could breathe again.

your invisible wall slowly and gradually crumbled away the more you got to know yuta after that. he was still a little flirt, but only a little flirt with you, and he still did his frat boy job duties everyday, but he toned down the parties massively and stopped playing beer pong and drinking just for fun.

it would be a lie if you said you weren’t hesitant about yuta to begin with. you knew of his reputation and the risks you ran with befriending him the way you were— you well aware that he was trying to win you over, but you saw something different in him that he didn’t show to anyone else, and you trusted him, the goodness of your heart always giving people the benefit of the doubt.

he was trying his absolute hardest for you and changing his bad traits, wanting to become a person that deserved to be with you as he listened to you ramble on and on about your classes and your studies all of the time, him smiling adoringly at you because he genuinely loved so much hearing you talk to him and listen to anything you had to say— and yuta was falling practically head over heels over the way you gushed about your little nerdy interests, your eyes shimmering every time.

“and what’s this one called?” he asked softly.

you glanced over. “that’s the corpse flower! they only bloom for two to three days every two to three years.”

“only for two to three days?!” he whispered harshly, the ambiance in the botanical garden quiet and serene as you both observed the different kinds of breeds, flowers being your specialty of knowledge.

and he wanted to know all about it, even though he had a pamphlet in his hand that told him everything.

he wanted to hear it from you.

“and this one?”

he pointed to a vibrant scarlet red flower.

“that’s the cardinal flower. they attract little bees and hummingbirds!”

your words were gentle and polite, your eyes sparkling at all of the different flowers in front of you.

“oo! and this one—” you stopped suddenly, slowly retracting your hand and looking at him bashfully, your cheeks redder than ever.

yuta’s eyebrows furrowed. “what? why’d you stop?” he looked to where you had been staring. “what about this one?”

“sorry!” you sputtered. “i felt like i was getting carried away and talking way too much…”

you laughed it off, but yuta only shook his head.

“no you weren’t. you weren’t at all.”

you peered up at him shyly.

“you can talk about anything you want with me wherever we are, y/n. i like it when you explain to me these things, or anything you know really.” he ruffled your hair. “i like listening to you.”

your cheeks adorned a pinky shade as you took in what he said, and you smiled so so big then, nodding.

“so what’s this one?” he pressed again, lightly.

the bed contained a mix of white and purple flowers, small and dainty as they swayed to and fro a bit with every breeze.

“those are pansies,” you leaned over the railing. “i like these especially because it looks like they have another pair attached to them on the other side.”

“like a little buddy,” yuta commented.

you laughed softly, “yeah! like a little buddy.”

he pointed to a specific pansy that had one white flower and one purple flower on the opposite side.

“that’s you and me.”

“is it?” you grinned. “who’s who?”

“you’re the white one and i’m the purple one,” yuta absentmindedly turned and grabbed your hands gently, playing with your fingertips— and you let him. “because you’re pretty and really fucking smart and way too nice to me, and i’m a douchebag and sometimes i’m a mean and scary old fart.”

you giggled loudly at his joke, shaking your head. “nuh uh. i don’t agree.”

“you don’t?” he quirked an eyebrow, a silly smile on his face.

you shook your head again. “you’re genuine yuta. really genuine. and you’re funny, you never make me feel embarrassed for the things that i love, and you make others happy!… sometimes.”

yuta laughed, “sometimes?” he softly placed your hands back at your sides. “yeah, you’re not wrong.”

“but you make me happy, always.” you finished off.

his eyes lit up like a firework. “really? so does this mean you’ll finally say yes to going out with me and give me a little kiss?”

you snickered and covered your mouth, your cheeks flushed. “nuh uh.”

“aww mannn,” yuta groaned and leaned against the railing, but turned his head to the side after a few seconds and looked at you, giving a tender smile.

your eyes continued to sparkle over the flower beds in front of you, but yuta’s eyes only sparkled at the one flower in front of him.

that’s where he started calling you flower.

“that’s okay!” he leaned back up. “i’ll keep trying.”

and boy did he try. each and every single day yuta tried as he brought you little treats from the campus cafe, or helped carry your textbooks to wherever you went, brought you neatly packaged flowers or sometimes would even pull his car over when he saw pretty ones on the side of the road, getting off and running to pluck them, handing them to you through the window with a goofy grin.

everything was bliss between you two, and your world only got brighter as you hung out with him.

but for yuta, his world got a little complicated.

his former hookups only grew sour once they found out about you, the girl yuta seemed to spend every waking hour with, completely blind sighted to the fact as they thought he would’ve dumped you months ago already.

and his frat brothers were just bothered. yuta wasn’t managing the frat like he used to before, like he was supposed to as their leader, neglecting the collective reputation they all had with him not sweet talking the entire female student body, or their parties not running every single night anymore— and even when they did run, yuta wasn’t ever even there to begin with, he was with you, something they quickly realized.

“you have to cut it out man,” one of them said. “this frat is turning into a shit hole because you keep spending your time with that girl—“ he stopped. “who the fuck even is she? i mean if it was layla fine everybody knows layla but—”

“who she is is none of your fucking business?” yuta snapped. “and just because i’m not sending girls for you to jerk your dick with doesn’t mean this frat is turning into a ‘shit hole.’”

some of the boys snickered.

“you wanna run the maintenance on the house? you wanna call up the fucking board and ask for the ten thousand fucking permits we have to have for our parties every year? you think you can run that?”

“no—”

“then be my fucking guest.”

“okay fine, i’m sorry man.” he sighed. “we haven’t had a party in a week though, we have to throw one tomorrow and you have to be there. then ill call it even.”

yuta snorted. call it even? whatever.

he begrudgingly agreed, not wanting to be there whatsoever but softening up to the fact that maybe he was neglecting his frat a little too much.

so when he called you up that day for your nightly phone calls, yuta asked for your attendance.

“i know— i know parties aren’t really your thing…” he pursed his lips, staring up at the ceiling as he had you on speaker. “but i’d feel a lot better if you were there… and you won’t be alone! you’ll be with me the whole time so—”

yuta sighed. “…i have been neglecting the frat a little bit, and they’re pissed at me.”

you gasped softly, “they are?”

“yeah but i don’t give a fuck.”

you both giggled.

“but i do want to make them somewhat happy so that’s why i gotta throw this party… can you come? it’s okay if not flower don’t worry—”

“of course i can go yuta!” you spoke cutely over the speaker. “as long as you give me a sunny d i’ll be okay.”

he laughed.

“i feel like…” you struggled. “them being mad and what’s happening with your frat is partially my fault yuta… i’m sorry.”

your voice was so worrisome, you feeling tremendous guilt on the other line as you bit your lip.

“what?” his eyes narrowed. “no flower, absolutely not. why would you think that?”

“because i keep asking you to hang out with me,” you spoke softly. “and i feel like im hogging you from your frat boy duties.”

yuta chuckled and shook his head. “i would ten times rather spend time with you than hang out with these fucking dummies.” he sat up on his bed. “i love it when you ask for me flower. keep doing it please. whatever that’s happening with my frat strictly has to do with me okay? not you.”

you grinned on the other end, your heart giddy. “okay.”

so the night of the party, you showed up to his frat looking absolutely gorgeous in your tight little dress, his hands instantly clamming up and his throat closing at the scent of your strawberry perfume and lovely face alone.

yuta tried so hard to keep his eyes respectful and not drift down to your ass or the way your perfect tits squeezed out from the top, almost physically slapping himself when he accidentally touched you way lower than he should have when guiding you through the crowd.

everywhere he went people were greeting him or passing him shots, him quickly acknowledging everybody and downing whatever they gave him as you shyly and timidly stuck to his body (which he loved).

yuta taught you how to play beer pong that night and cheered like an absolute fucking idiot whenever you would make it in, drinking the cups for you instead as he knew you weren’t the biggest fan of alcohol, which made you a little weak in the knees that he catered to you so much.

the party was actually way more fun than the both of you expected, especially for yuta, because he proudly had you on his arm as you walked throughout the house, you trying your absolute hardest to ignore the stares you got from different girls and not uttering a single word about it to yuta, not wanting to burden him and take his focus away from rejuvenating the frat and his brothers.

all was bliss, until it wasn’t.

“is this her? the girl you’re always talking to?” one of his frat brothers stumbled through the crowd, the one that argued with him the day before, drunk off of his freaking mind as his eyes raked over your body like nothing.

yuta instantly picked up on that and stiffened, “yeah.”

he tried his best to swallow his annoyance and be civil as he gently placed a hand on your back and softly ushered you forward, you shy and clinging onto his shirt. “this is y/n.”

“h—hi.”

“i see why you abandoned us for a nerd man!” he slurred. “she’s fucking hot. never seen tits look so good—”

your breath hitched.

“the fuck you just say?” yuta tugged you behind him. “the hell is wrong with you man? don’t talk about her like that.”

you noticed several eyes looking over.

“what!” he hiccuped dumbly. “they do! why are you getting pissed—”

“i don’t give a shit!” yuta snapped. “don’t talk about her like that!”

he scoffed, swaying a little. “what, like you actually care about her anyways—”

“are you fucking serious?” yuta stepped forward and you tugged him back, your eyes frantic as they scanned over the crowd forming and back to him.

“no yuta, he’s drunk it’s okay—”

“she’s just another one for your body count, once you fuck her you’re gonna leave—”

yuta slipped from your grasp and lunged at him, tackling him and towering over him on the ground as he fisted his shirt and jerked him up, yuta landing punch after punch to his face as the crowd yelled, cheered and recorded around you.

“yuta please!” you tried to get his attention, your chest heaving in a panic as you watched the other guy land a hit on yuta, not wanting him to get hurt over you at all whatsoever.

yuta dodged another coming hit and beat the shit out of him, grueling him down to a mere pulp as everything around him went completely white and fuzzy, his body stinging with absolute rage.

he was furious.

finally, several other frat brothers broke through the crowd and pulled yuta off of him.

“that’s enough that’s enough!”

“guys stop!”

quickly, you grabbed yuta’s hand once they put him aside and tugged him away from the crowd, speed walking to the front door.

“you’re out of the fucking frat you piece of shit!” yuta practically roared behind him as you pulled him. “you’re out!”

your trembling fingers hurriedly turned the knob and opened the door, dragging him out down the steps to the porch and across the grass, not saying a single word to him yet as he kept breathing out desperate apologies to you with every step.

once you both were a safe distance away from the house and just a tiny bit down the street, you let go of his hand and turned to him.

“—fuck im sorry i’m sorry im so sorry—” yuta shoved the base of his palms into his eyes as he threw his head back, “i just fucked everything up between us i—”

yuta knew you would never want to be with a guy like him, especially one that couldn’t keep his shit together and resorted to violence the way he did minutes ago, right in front of you. a guy like that didn’t deserve you. you deserved way way fucking more. and as he tore his palms away from his face, eyes looking up at the night sky, he knew he completely messed up his chances with you for good.

his head snapped down to look at you, his eyebrows pinched and eyes contorted in absolute guilt and agony as he placed his bloody knuckled hands on your little cheeks.

“i’m so fucking sorry he said those things to you like that that was not okay flower,” he emphasized. “and i’m so sorry i beat him when you told me not to i— i just couldn’t stand there when he was talking to you like that man—”

he dropped his hands and cursed, his arms going up as he covered his eyes again.

“yuta it’s okay—”

“no,” he shook his head and looked at you. “no it’s not okay. you deserve way more than this and no matter how fucking hard i try to do better, the life i built before you just doesn’t let me.”

his eyes got so sad, saying words he didn’t want to say, but knew he had to. “you shouldn’t be around a guy like me flower, you really shouldn’t. fuck— i don’t want you around a guy like me. you’re too precious for that. i’m gonna end up screwing you over like i always do—”

“yuta stop.” you raised your voice a little, your tone one he’d never ever heard come out of your mouth, firm and serious in contrast to the sweetness you always gave him.

he shut right up.

“come sit down with me on the curb,” you pulled his arm. “please.”

he followed you and sat down next to you on the side walk with his head down, you taking in how yuta only had one little cut next to his eyebrow, pride funnily bubbling up in your chest as you realized how good he actually fought.

he did that. for you. he made a scene out of himself and protected your name.. for you. although you hated that he got into a fight, you knew he was trying so so hard for you, going above and beyond for a year now trying to fix himself to be a better man deserving of you, and you were immensely touched, no one having put even close to that amount of effort like he was in your life.

“you don’t get to decide what i deserve yuta.”

his eyes shot in your direction “but as a friend i’m telling you—”

you huffed as you grabbed his cheeks and kissed him.

you kissed him.

yuta’s eyes were blown astronomically wide as you did, his heart no longer beating as he could’ve sworn he was dead right now, not believing that you were actually kissing him.

him.

you pulled apart from his lips with a smack, your hands still on his red cheeks. “a guy who’s willing to literally change himself without me having to ask, trying to be better for me everyday without fault for literally a year, doing everything he can to make me happy? definitely deserves me yuta. you deserve me.”

you pecked his forehead softly and pulled back again, his body going numb when you did. “so what if you beat the shit out of him? i would do it too if someone was talking to you like that i don’t care. i’d lose but i’d do it,” you giggled. “i didn’t like the fight because i don’t want you getting hurt, ever, period. but you literally scrapped him up like it was nothing, so i don’t have anything to worry about.”

he shook his head and playfully rolled his eyes. “no flower that’s the thing you’re too sweet to me, i don’t want you justifying—”

“yuta be quiet!” you whispered harshly, giving him a silly grin. “you talk too much.”

you reached up and very very gently pecked the little cut on the side of his eyebrow, feeling a cool calming waterfall wash over his body at the feeling of your soft lips finally on him, something he’s wished upon every star for.

“you’re so good to me yuta, truly you are. and i’m sorry it’s taken me so long to say this because i’m always nervous but—” you smiled endearingly. “i do want to go out with you, and i do want to give you little kisses. all of the time.”

yuta slowly let his forehead fall against yours, feeling like he was in a dream as the only emotion he felt at the moment was bliss. pure honeyed bliss as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his chest, his face burying in your silky hair.

his hard work had finally paid off, and he had every fucking intention of keeping up that work until the day he dies, wanting you, his shy and timid precious little flower forever in his life— you changing him for the better so much that he finally feels like he’s properly healthy, in more ways than one.

“we’re going out tomorrow,” he mumbled into your hair. “bright and early. i’m gonna take you to get breakfast, and then we’re gonna go to that aquarium you’ve been wanting to go to for weeks now, and then i’m gonna buy you a souvenir, and then i’m gonna take you to get your nails done—”

“yu!” you pulled back and giggled happily. “you don’t have to buy me anything my goodness. just you is enough.”

he bit his lip, smiling like a fucking idiot.

“really?”

“really.”

“well too fucking bad i’m gonna do it anyways.”

he pulled you back in as you laughed and buried his face back into your hair, not wanting to break away at all, feeling like the richest douchebag in the world as he finally had you as his.

you scooted your face up then and nudged him, him pulling a part in response as you proceeded to plant another sugary kiss to his lips, yours lingering as they melted into a perfect mold against his mouth, yuta’s heart absolutely soaring, your red invisible strings close together at last.

he finally had you.

finally.

and he was never letting you go.

-oh my god

My hyperfixation for this man has been going strong for a year now!

Please tell Yuta not to die 😭

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The JJK fandom calling Yuta a predator will always affect me on a spiritual level.

1. People can and do have platonic soulmates and I believe that’s the case here. Even if the relationship changed I believe rika and Yuta are always meant to be in each other’s lives in some form

2. In no way did Yuta hint or want anything romantic or sexual with Rika. Their love is “pure” as he stated specifically and even got offended when it was suggested otherwise

Love can look like many different things and doesn’t always have to be romantic.

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