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Based on this ask - thank you anon, love the tension 👀 so yum…
“Stop acting like I need you to save me, Yuji!” You hiss, the glare of fury piercing him from your shrunk pupils. A dull throbbing sensation hits sets into his temple, and he rubs it, irritable and manic without his lover’s sweet morning kiss or tease. No, this morning, he was met with the sight of your bare back slipping into uniform, no kiss - no welcome. You make yourself breakfast and leave. None for him. Not a word. He knew he did wrong - you were probably exhausted, just getting home from hospital recovery with Shoko, and the first thing he’d done was hastily check you of any further damage - then scold you like a dumb little kid.
“Stop sulking, wimp. Just go apologize to’em.”
Nobara slaps the back of his neck, right on his overgrown undercut, oblivious of his critically fragile mood. He made it this far without breaking down, killing someone, or anything else he’d be prone to affecting. Slowly would his head twist to Nobara, and her mood dropped, stepping back the way a dog backs down from its former.
Yuji sighs, head in his hand, the other still rubbing his temple excessively. It’s only the first day and he’s in a downward spiral of despair and wallow - he doesn’t even know what to do with himself.
You got a pretty bad injury, life-threatening, but you’re also a sorcerer. Instead of trusting in your health, he treated it as if you couldn’t function without his help. He is the strongest, of course, but he’s still your fiancé. Still a man worried to lose the love of his life after, very ungraciously, losing everybody else of importance in his life. Not fun times. He hadn’t meant to come of that way, truly - but it boiled over before his mind could process and think it over. You were mostly upset—not because of his concern—but the protectiveness overpowering his ability to understand the situation.
So, like an unmovable object going against an unstoppable force, you two stood stubborn. Even so, you loved one another very deeply, of course - but this just couldn’t be settled that easily. The anger didn’t ebb away like it usually would with Yuji kissing down your neck, softly tracing you through your panties, whispering apologies and confessing his faults. In fact, you guys didn’t even have sex since then.
It is now 3 days in, and Yuji thinks he’ll die soon. He’s so upset that he doesn’t even fist his cock in the shower, having not a single sound to stifle. He was always so passionate and vocal, but now, the drive was completely dead. The tension was too thick.
You stopped sleeping at the same time as him, despite losing sleep over it. You’d try sleeping earlier, but he’d follow you to bed. So, you’d have to sleep later, if he asked when you were coming, you just murmured some lame, clearly untrue excuse, and he’d just click his tongue and grumble his way into bed. The fourth day passed and words became sterile. Every conversation died at its very start on your tongue, and Yuji couldn’t even bother being conversational. And because of the lack of conversation, he never communicated a mission he would be attending for a day or so.
So, for the next 3 days, you were alone. In a house made for two, the tension was somewhat simmering, and you felt suffocated in a box without your fiancé teasing you, holding you during your nighttime show, or cooking randomly. No, you were locked away and left to get your shit together alone. To collect yourself enough to try voicing it to him when he returned, if he ever did.
It was a weeknight. Quiet and rain tapping your windows repeatedly, giving a static sequence your brain mentally followed, preventing you of any sleep. But you were returning to work soon, and without Yuji here, he couldn’t argue that you rested - even if just a little longer. He was always so sweet, even when he got really snappy. You toss and turn, thunder rumbling faintly and causing the walls to vibrate, feeling miserable. The bed is too big. Too cold. The comforter is heavy on you, but not in the way Yuji’s body pressed - just… suffocating. You’re in a cold sweat, staring at his pillow, and for only a second could you imagine him lying there, panting after making love to you, all breathy laughter and nudging your body closer.
Yuji comes home. Door opening, rain more audible like this, and you know those footsteps - even as he slips off his shoes by the front, stepping into the bedroom before anywhere else. For some reason, his presence made this melancholy worse. You knew you weren’t sleeping, tonight. Why bother?
“..’m home.” He called, soft, hesitant. You just slowly roll over to face the window, slightly cracked curtains allowing you a peek into the dark, rainy night. That felt more comforting than facing him. Yuji unintentionally begins taking all of his clothes off, all except his not-soaked-through boxers, and slips into bed. He’s used to doing this, because he’s used to your body providing him body heat on cold nights like this. Instead, you’re curled to your side of the bed, and his skin prickles from the cold bedding. His arm reaches, mindlessly, and you shrug it off in an instant. He winces, seeing the problem, but still had to call it out on its own.
“C’mon, still? Really? I can’t even ask that you look at me?” He’ll sigh, slightly scooting closer, and you visibly tense up. You’re distressed… still upset. It’s rightful, he knows. He just can’t apologize for something he sees nothing wrong in.
“Please, babe… look at me. I’ve been gone for days and we haven’t been in contact for even longer.” He pleads, voice soft and almost shaky.
“No, Yuji.” Your words are final where they sit heavy in the air, and his phantom dog ears droop pathetically. He’s been denied. That always stings, even if it’s casual. This isn’t casual.
“Why not, sugar?” He murmurs, not convincingly, but genuine. He sounds so earnest, voice gravely from working so hard, and you almost feel bad. Almost.
“Yuji, I’m not doing this-”
“Why not?” He repeats, cutting you off.
“Because!!” You reply vaguely, and his blood begins warming.
“Because why??” He repeats, the way a toddler would if denied something, yet no reason is given.
“Yuji Itadori.” You hiss, and he growls your name back, getting upset. You finally sit up and face him, and it doesn’t take much back and forth for him to stump you with a stupid reply, so you finally put your foot down-… on the floor. And you stand, and you pull yourself out of that environment. You don’t need this right now.
“Where are you going?!” He barks, shooting up and catching your hand, tugging you gently yet firmly back. You spin, losing your breath, and he catcher you by surprise as he holds you against him. It’s that pressure you craved, but its force is different. You hate how it gets your body going, subconsciously, and something uncomfortable begins to brew in your lower abdomen.
Your hands are on his chest, weak with no real passion for this argument, and his free hand catches one wrist where the other holds the small of your back.
“Please, just look at me. Talk to me.” He pleads, feigning something gentle - and you refuse to fall for it. As you resist him, for some reason, his eyes darken. It isn’t scary or unlike him, but it is unreadable, and you stop for a moment just to stare. He advances with your pause, speaking up,
“You can’t just-.. jus’talk, okay? Yell at me. Explain it as best you can before I lose my mind to this distance.” And you finally pull away with his hands loosening, and begin your rant. You call out his possessiveness, how he got so protective and blinded just because you were hurt. How he didn’t even show gratitude for her life not being over, and instead expressed anger and fear like it was all he had.
You tell him that he still has you, and he can’t keep treating you this way, because he’ll lose you in a different form.
Something in him snaps. And like before, only so, so much worse, did an argument boil over the point of taming. You’re both yelling, trying to get a point across, and it’s so raw with emotions it’s almost philosophical. The sweetness Yuji feigned has dissipated into the brunt of its ugly, demanding form, the fear of losing you somehow morphing into something scarily beautiful. He’s showing you a very deeply engraved yet pressed down part of him, a side of fear and self-doubt and constant grief. He has lost so much, and here, in this room of constant shouting and rage and expression, he’s confessing his deepest fear - to lose you, in any way possible.
Instead of the energy ebbing away, you’re both left breathless, eyes crazed and something filthy and demanding pressing Yuji into involuntary silence.
Even in your nighttime clothes, arguments feel too serious. And for some reason, some odd, horrible, humiliating reason, that blood boiling in Yuji’s veins shot… south. Far down south. His face flushes, humiliated and something akin to horror crosses his features, but he can’t be ashamed. He’s only done this to himself. The argument dies when he admits his fear of losing you, and somehow, that has turned to something far worse than anger. Fervor. It’s red-hot and absolutely starved. A whole week has passed, to be frank - something other than that figgle anger has made its way, and before it could be helped, you’re stepping into one another - teeth and spit and skin clashing in an overpowering kiss. Your hands press to his chest like before, but this time, it’s more like pressure than the need to push him away. His hands, delighted, grope your ass aggressively, clearly relieved to get his hands on you again. He’s missed you in so, so many ways. But at the moment, this is his number. 1.
He’s pushing you back, back, back against his chest until you stumble onto the bed, and he’s already crawling up to you, eyes still crazed - just different.
“Might hurt… tell me to stop. Please.” He hissed, unsure he could be as gingery this time. You don’t want it, either, needing this energy to leave the frenzied emotions gushing out of you in waves. Your head shakes repeatedly, and he’s kissing you hard, pressing you into that mattress without hesitation. His growls go low in his throat and up into your mouth, and you moan around the vibration, egging him on. He’s already grinding rudely into your thigh, hands coming down and forcing your legs apart. He has nothing to wait on, and all aspects of that gentle Yuji you loved had vanished into somebody starving.
It genuinely took mere seconds for Yuji to have you naked, and you thought he’d have you spread eagle at first, until your legs were folded over your fucking head. With a gasp, he’s on his knees heavy and throbbing length resting against your entry. It’s kinda funny how this even happened, but he refuses to let anything stop him from feeling your warm insides, so he drills himself in after a very light and purposeful fingering. He isn’t making a sound, which is terrifying, because Yuji is a noisy boy. He can moan louder than most fake pornos, and get just as deep of groans, slamming his dick so deep into you that you’re out of breath. In fact, from this angle, and him hovering over you—trapping all light with his wide back, and all you can do is drool and watch with tears forming in your waterline. He absorbs the way your eyes glisten, moaning weakly, and his cock throbs hungrily inside you were it’s rubbing your walls vigorously. That must’ve turned him on even more…
The pace is impossible. Not only is he hammering you, forcibly hitting your sweet spot endlessly, but he’s stretching you a bit too wide - he’s just so big. It’s been a week without sex, so of course your body has lost his shape, making this a bit overwhelming.
His face is right above yours, but your eyes are trained to his chest and how the angle legs you see down his abdomen, and to the fat cock disappearing in and out of your already-overstimulated hole. He’s got you gagged of any arguing, too busy feeding his cock into your clearly fucking hungry pussy, which has done nothing but suck him in deep. The way you’re pulsing around him is hypnotic, and filthily, you’ve cum twice now. Time is endless and he only keeps using blood manipulation to keep himself hard, which isn’t proper usage of his technique, but who cares in this moment? Definitely not Yuji, who’s balls deep in his fiancé and dumping loads of thick, hot cum inside you - something you both only ever really did when you were well aware that you wouldn’t get pregnant. He didn’t care about that part of your cycle he had you in right now, because he’s already rewiring your insides and your train of thought.
It’s the filthiest sex you’ve ever had with Yuji, because there’s just a frothy ring forming around his base, and your creamy cunt is doing no better - poor thing being abused with how fast his pace was. It is so overwhelming that you feel surrounded with Yuji only, and he’s finally owning up to his protectiveness - just not in the way you were expecting.
Plap! “Hah..” Plap! “‘M so fuckin’- ahhh..” Plap! Plap! Plap!
He panted, and was so incoherent, you couldn’t even tell what was being said anymore over the stinging ring of how his balls had been rudely slapping your already-red ass. His hand print has been there for a while now, and he’s just refusing to get you out of this position - of course it’s his most favorite, as well.
He’s hitting every single notch in your pussy that you’re sobbing, braindead from how cockdrunk he’s got you, absolutely destroying your ability to talk, walk, or form a thought. You’re just stuck taking his impossibly thick cock, babbling his name, letting him grunt and gasp his confessions to you.
“F-fhuuuuckkk..” he sighed into your ear, pressing your legs further apart and watching his cock drill into you. Before you knew it, the sensations were too much all at once, and your eyes rolled back a bit, eyes fluttering shut to try focusing on one thing. That ended up being how overstimulated he had you, keeping himself up and throbbing in you with that blood manipulation. He, however, is quite the anxious man - and got tired of one position. Before you could help anything, he had you sobbing incoherent pleas, making you ride him. The worst part? The attention, how his eyes were on you, told you that you were NOT in control here. It was almost shocking how heavy his cock felt when it was penetrating you from under, you almost forgot how filling he could be like this. His hips cantered up into yours, as all you could do was pathetically rut yourself forwards to stir your insides with his thick, weighty cock.
This was more of a punishment than make-up sex, because it was just such an expensive fuck, draining you of all emotions other than the overwhelming pain and pleasure mixing. Unlike him, you were doing this without any help or support from your technique the way he was - and it was costing you damn-near half your life riding him after all this time.
Yuji refused to stop there, either. At some point, unwillingly, you were strung up in his hold—back pressed to the wall and smushing your chest to his—and his teeth aided you no more than the marks they hungrily left behind. You were in ruins, body tattered of its resolve, left limp and broken into like a precious new pair of shoes. He panted, finally having his way, kissing your temple. You were numb from the waist down, and he took the time to clean and bathe you of course, but damn was he tired. You came first, obviously - but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t use this chance with you all stuffed and shut up to explain himself.
Kissing your temple, “didn’t mean to get so mad… ‘m glad you’re okay, sugar.” He whispered, and you whimper, silenced by another few kisses - one to your mouth, and against it he’d add,
“Well.. I guess I am sorry. Heh.. but you deserved this. Hm, pretty? Now I really can take care of you.”
A sigh, “You will take tomorrow off. But don’t worry, baby - I will too. Let’s spend it together.”
You’re in for quite a day of making up …
