#itadori

If Yuji was asked to describe his girlfriend? There was only one way ⸻ pink, glittery, vanilla scented, pretty.

But don't be fooled. Most men would want a way out. Yuji does not. In fact, if he could be anywhere in the world, he'd choose to be with you.

He is exactly where he wants to be.

"Yuji?" You're sprawled on his bed, watching as he games. It's some dumb fighting game he'd insisted on buying.

"Hm?" He doesn't glance up from the console.

"Do you know where my lipgloss is?"

He immediately abandons his game, clocking into his boyfriend duties. "Which one?"

"The clear gliterry one." You reply, watching as he searches the wrinkles in his duvet, under his pillows, the floor, his desk.

"Have you checked your bag?" He asks as he peers under the bed.

You glance towards your little pink handbag. "No." You frown. Reaching for the bag, you rummage around a bit. "Found it! Thank you, Yuji. You're the best."

He beams at the praise. "Of course, baby." He tosses himself down beside you, watching as you apply the lipgloss.

As the designated taste-tester, once you've coated your soft, juicy lips in shimmering gloss, he leans in, pressing his lips to yours.

You make a small whiney sound in the back of your throat. When he pulls back, your lips are pushed out into a pout.

He licks his lips. Vanilla flavoured. "10/10, baby." He says trying to go in for another taste.

"Stoppp," You giggle, pushing him back. The sound makes him smile.

He is absolutely, undeniably obsessed with you.

"Fine." He relents with a dramatic, mock sigh, rolling over theatrically.

"C'mere." You whine.

The second he rolls to face you, you're on top of him, your thighs on either side of his torso. His hands instinctively find your hips to hold you there. You take his face gently, holding his chin with one hand, as you lean closer, applying the shimmering gloss to his lips. Your breath mingles with his. Yuji stays perfectly still until you're done, then his tongue darts out to lick his glittery lips.

boxer!𝑦uji, who has permanent calluses across his knuckles and apologizes every time he wants to hold your hand. "Sorry—they're kinda rough."

boxer!𝑦uji, who looks for you first after every fight, whether he won or lost.

boxer!𝑦uji, who also lights up the second he spots you in the crowd.

boxer!𝑦uji, who constantly aches after practice causing him to instinctively crawls into your arms, mumbling about nothing.

boxer!𝑦uji, who texts you before every match:

"Going in. Wish me luck baby! 🙏❤️"

boxer!𝑦uji, who's not embarrassed to kiss you in front of the cameras, especially after a major win. Even deepening the kiss, you could feel him smiling against your lips.

boxer!𝑦uji, who always smells faintly of athletic tape, laundry detergent, and mint gum.

boxer!𝑦uji, who happily gives you is medals to wear after every win.

boxer!𝑦uji, who pulls you into the tightest hugs after winning, careful trying not to get blood or sweat on you, but also unable to let go for like a full minute.

boxer!𝑦uji, who falls asleep immediately with his head tucked between your neck because post-fight exhaustion hits him like a truck.

boxer!𝑦uji, who gets super clingy on rest days because he’s not used to not training, so he ends up just following you around the house like:

“What’re you doing now?” “Can I come too?”

boxer!𝑦uji, who gets quiet after bad matches and won’t talk much until you sit next to him and he slowly leans into you, seeking comfort.

boxer!𝑦uji, who is incredibly gentle with you despite how violent his sport looks from the outside.

first post how we feeling? 👀

gojo says almost nothing the whole drive, which is already suspicious. he's too quiet.

"where are we even going," nobara says, feet up on the dash.

"shopping," gojo lies with a grin. "and mayyybe a hike."

a chorus of groans rolls through in from the back. panda actually boos. yuta laughs under his breath, polite as ever, while choso sits stiff by the window.

(he said he wanted to see his brother, so…here he is.)

“last stop is picking up itadori,” gojo says, tapping the wheel. “he’s been holed up all break. have any of you seen him?”

“we texted a few times, but i think he’s busy,” megumi says.

“busy doing what,” nobara snorts. “making instant noodles?”

they turn a corner and pull up to yuji's building. “home sweet home,” gojo sings, already unbuckling.

they pile out,breath fogging in the air as they walk up. choso mutters something about the condo being on the fourth floor.

knock knock.

there's shuffling inside, padded footsteps, and the door opens. yuji stands there, shirtless, hair a mess. his eyes widen a fraction when he sees all of them.

there's marks everywhere. angry red bites along his collarbone, darker bruises blooming up his neck. one just under his jaw, half-faded. a few of them down his stomach.

no one says anything, then everyone says something at once. "dude—" "what the hell?" "salmon." "yuji."

yuji blinks at them, face burning. “oh. uh. hey guys.”

gojo leans against the doorframe, grin already forming. “well, well.”

maki just stares. nobara’s eyes narrow. megumi looks away, sighing.

choso is looking directly at the marks, slowly processing. “you look…injured,” he says.

“i’m not,” yuji says quickly. “i’m fine.”

“that doesn’t look like fine,” nobara says flatly, already pushing past him. they settle in, kind of. panda flops onto the couch, inumaki pokes at a decorative pillow, yuta perches neatly at the edge of a chair, hands folded, trying not to stare at yuji’s neck. gojo snoops his nose around the kitchen.

"so you've been busy, then?" gojo asks with a smile, and yuji's ears redden as he pulls on the hoodie draped across the couch. it is very clearly not his, with the words 'happy girl' in cute lettering across the back.

“is there something you need to share?” maki deadpans.

yuji splutters out an excuse as a door clicks open and you walk out, shirt slipping off one shoulder, hair a little messy. there are marks on your neck too, blooming softly against your skin.

and in your arms is a tiny kitten, all curled up. you pause when you see them, a whole lineup of stunned, silent faces. “…hi?” you say. silence drops like a brick.

panda’s jaw actually lowers. inumaki just goes, “tuna…” nobara whips around so fast she nearly gives herself whiplash. “you have a girlfriend?”

“this is y/n,” yuji says with a smile.

“and this is mochi,” you say, holding up the kitten slightly.

“well, this explains a lot,” gojo teases, and yuji goes fully red again.

choso furrows his brows, looking at the marks splattering yours and yuji’s neck. “…this is your mate?”

ᦸ fluffy little boyfriend!itadori hcs ⸝⸝ art : hinamie

boyfriend!itadori is a very affectionate man; he likes to hold hands, hug, share chaste kisses, cuddle & hold one or both of your thighs over his while sitting together—the pure intimacy of the touches feels so right.

boyfriend!itadori lets his girlfriend toy with his muscles whenever she wants, rubbing & over his back muscles and tracing shapes on his abs—his favorite, though, is when you want to mess with his biceps, whether you're nipping on them, kissing them, or napping on them.

boyfriend!itadori gets so happy whenever you wear something of his; it could be his sweats, PJs, a hoodie, a stolen shirt, literally anything, and he just finds it so adorable seeing the fabric swallow you up.

boyfriend!itadori is very eager to be a canvas for you, lying flat on his stomach to let you sketch out whatever your heart desires on his flesh. He's always quick to take photos to immortalize your work & show his friends what it looked like before fading.

boyfriend!itadori adores late nights when you're staying up just to talk each other's ears off—he could be gaming, cleaning, working out, or lying next to you, & no matter what, he's happily sitting there as you yap.

boyfriend!itadori has kept one flower from each bouquet he's given you, pressing each of them & slowly framing them together so you can keep a roadmap of your relationship; each frame holds a special time period for both of you.

yuji had a problem—his greed was through the roof.

as many kisses, hugs, and gifts you gave him, it was never enough. he loved your undivided attention, and he would do whatever it took to keep it. so, when you were on the phone with kugisaki, expect yuji to be right there with you.

you lie on your side, your phone tucked between your shoulder and your ear, yuji's head on your stomach, his thick arms wrapped around your back. you didn't mind at all, hell, you took the opportunity to play with his hair. he wasn't asleep, just using you as a body pillow.

as the conversation went on, he started getting touchy—he laid kisses on your stomach, as one of his hands moved to grope and squeeze your ass. you were used to that though; but when he started placing wet kisses below your navel, that's when you shot him a soft glare.

"yuji," you whispered, "not now."

he looked up at you blankly, still placing kisses. cheeky. when you removed your hand from his hair, he stopped. he moved up more so his head was in your chest. his hand moving to your hip; rubbing tight circles there. he was trying to break your focus, and it was working a bit.

at some point, you weren't fully registering kugisaki and what she was saying; asking her to repeat things she said because yuji's hands had slipped under your sweatshirt and squeezed your breasts, or it had slid under your pants and started groping you gently.

"yuji."

"what? i wanna touch you."

you sighed softly once more, continuing to let yuji do as he pleased. you had a feeling kugisaki was getting suspicious, but she didn't say anything. she just kept going on about her shopping experience in tokyo.

his kisses trailed up your neck to below your ear, across your jaw, and finally—your lips, cutting you off mid-sentence much to your surprise. the kiss was sweet. everything about yuji was with sweet intention.

when kugisaki noticed you stopped talking and sounded like you were being smothered, her voice rang out over the phone. "itadori!"

he groaned, kissing you harder to drown out her voice. "stop being rude. you're bothering us."

"you're inturrupting our alone time, kugisaki." her voice didn't need to be put on speaker for yuji to hear her; she spoke loud enough.

"and you're inturrupting our conversation, idiot."

"i'm not!"

"you are!"

yuji bit his lip—kugisaki was right, unfortunately. you sat there watching them go back and forth until yuji hung up on her mid-sentence. it was much to your disappointment, not-so-much surprise. "yuji-"

"can i have a kiss?"

you blinked. "i just let you have one."

"yeah, but she interrupted it. therefore it's not an actual kiss."

"that doesn't make sense."

"kiss me."

"do you just want an excuse for a kiss?"

"yes." he hooked your leg around his hip.

"yuji."

he puckered his lips. you roll your eyes and sigh, kissing him like he wanted. he'll always find a way to sabotage you and when it doesn't work in his favor, he'll always find a way to make sure it will. you both know he was too cute to just turn down like that.

thinking about timid boy yuji who wants to cum on your face so bad but he’s too shy and nice to ask. ｡˚○ mdni.

he thinks he’s filthy for it— tainting your pretty gorgeous face with spurts of his warm sticky cum, wanting to watch it just ooze and dribble down your cheeks while you look up at him with those blinking doe eyes he loves so much, you on your knees and just taking all that he gives you…

but he’s just too embarrassed to ask you for it, ashamed that his horn dog mind could ever crave something like this from you, not when you were just the sweetest and cutest little thing ever…

but that’s exactly what made him want it more.

he’s sick in the head he’s awful he’s disgusting—

“yu what’s wrong? you feeling sick?”

yuji jumped from his spot on the couch and whipped his head in your direction, eyes wide in alarm.

“oh! n— no i’m fine baby.” he attempted to laugh it off, but the strain in his jeans was getting unbearably fucking tight christ—

“you sure?” you frowned, pouting a little as you began to crawl closer across the couch, yuji immediately stiffening up in alarm and fidgeting, eyes darting between your concerned pretty face and the soft swell of your breasts— a perfect view of them from your low cut top.

how he of all people managed to get such a hot girlfriend he genuinely didn’t fucking know, the fact being the greatest and one of his biggest accomplishments, though at the same time a heavenly double edged sword with how his cock was permanently rock solid and never breathing when you were around.

yuji itadori with a feminine girlfirend <3

Pink. Glittery. Pretty. Strawberry vanilla scented body wash. That's probably how Yuji would describe his girlfriend if someone asked him.

And do not save him, he's exactly where he wants to be. There is just something about having such a girly girlfriend when he's the exact opposite that gets him going.

"Babe have you seen my lipgloss? I can't find it anywhere!" He hears you shout from the bathroom, where you're getting ready for your dinner date with him.

"Which one?"

"The pinkish glittery one."

"Uhh probably in your bag babe."

"Found it, you're the best!"

He smiles, waiting for you to finish your last steps, excited to see the outfit you chose to surprise him with this time.

As on cue, you spray a bit (a ton) of vanilla scented perfum and finally- after what felt like hours to him- you walk out all ready to go. His breath stutters. His heart starts pounding in his chest. Clearly, he will never get used to your beauty.

Everything about the way you look is perfect in his eyes- the glowy makeup, the way you styled your hair, but the thing he likes the most is definetly your outfit.

The baby pink mini skirt, dangerously close to flashing him, with the matching flimsy top hugging you in all the right places. Of course you also chose the perfect heels and bag to go with everything.

Twirling to show your boyfriend your whole outfit you ask "Do you like it?" He takes a second to respond- eyes to busy scanning you from top to bottom like he was trying to carve the image in his brain.

"Like it babe? I think I just came in my pants, seriously." You giggle, his face showing a slightly pained look like he wasn't kidding. Walking closer to him, you wrap your hands around his neck, smling.

"You don't look that bad yourself baby." His cheeks flush a light red, now wrapping his arms around your waist. "I'm not joking you look absolutly gorgeous. Beautiful. Breathtaking. I shall worship the ground you walk on."

You're now full on giggling, him smiling at hearing his favourite sound come from you. Looking at the time after calming down you pout "We should go before we arrive too late."

"Don't I get a kiss before we go?" You playfully roll your eyes, already leaning in to give him a small peck. Looks like he had other plans as he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss, his hand now reaching down cupping your ass in his hand.

Gasping against his mouth, your hand pulling his hair you pull away. "Yuji! We really need to go now." You warn him but he doesn't seem to mind the scolding as he has an unapologetic smile on his face.

"Sorry babe, you were distracting me." Kissing you one last time, he grabs the keys, a hand steady on your back as you walked out. Not too long before walking you feel a sharp slap against your backside.

"Yuji!"

"Sorry baby."