𐔌 . ⋮ imagine yuji trying so hard to have a normal conversation with you but sukuna just lives to ruin his life₊ ꒱
you’re both sitting on the couch after a long day, yuji’s arm around your shoulders, looking at you with those big bright eyes while he rambles about the new movie he wants to watch together.
“—and then the trailer looked so cool, we should go this weekend, i’ll even buy the popcorn with extra butter just how you like it—”
suddenly sukuna’s voice cuts in from the tattoos on his face, deep and mocking. “how pathetic. you sound like a lovesick puppy begging for scraps.”
yuji’s face goes bright red instantly. he slaps a hand over the markings like that’ll shut sukuna up. “shut up! i’m trying to talk to her!”
you’re trying not to laugh but it’s so obvious how panicked he gets every single time. his hand tightens on your shoulder like he’s scared you’ll suddenly change your mind about him because his curse uncle decided to be a hater
“ignore him,” yuji says quickly, turning back to you with a nervous smile. “he’s just jealous because no one wants to watch movies with him. so… this weekend? you and me? please?”
sukuna snorts. “she probably only tolerates you because you’re the least annoying vessel i’ve had.”
yuji actually whines, burying his face in your neck like a big embarrassed puppy. “babe tell him to stop, he’s ruining my game.”
you just laugh and kiss the top of his head, and yuji melts instantly, mumbling “you’re the best… ignore the old man, he doesn’t get it.”
even when sukuna keeps interrupting with snide comments, yuji never gives up he just gets more determined, more blushy, more desperate to make sure you know how much he likes you despite the uninvited third wheel living in his body.
because yuji itadori may share a body with the king of curses, but when it comes to you? he’s willing to fight sukuna every single time just to finish a sentence without looking stupid.
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★ title - girlfriend tax (aka begging jjk boys for gym pics) part 2! ⋆·˚ ༘ *
★ genre - fluff, crack, suggestive ⋆·˚ ༘ *
★ rating - 16+ ⋆·˚ ༘ *
★ character - yuji, megumi, inumaki ⋆·˚ ༘ *
★ warnings - fem! reader, cursing, gym pics from pinterest, ur a freak but so are they, mentions of underage smoking in yuji's, horny teenagers, kys/death jokes, very suggestive in these (they rly jus goin freak 4 freak atp 🥹✌️) ⋆·˚ ༘ *
★ wc - 15 screenshots ⋆·˚ ༘ *
★ a/n - gojo, nanami, sukuna ver here! all fanart from pinterest, credit to the artists <3 ⋆·˚ ༘ *
THIS WORK IS WRITTEN BY A MINOR, BLOCK IF UNCOMFORTABLE!!!
pervy bf!yuji who gives you a ‘milk moustache’ with his precum and takes pictures of it for later before lowering your mouth onto his length.
pervy bf!yuji found out that you used to use your plushies / pillows to masterbate so now he rubs against them at any chance he gets.
pervy bf!yuji rings you up and tricks you into saying dirty sounding things so he can record the call and jack off to it later.
if you have something on your lips like chocolate or whipped cream, pervy bf!yuji will lean in and lick it off with a smirk.
pervy bf!yuji gets hard during petty arguments and will palm himself through his trousers while you go off at him, waiting for you to notice. sometimes he’ll even ask you to slap him across the face to atone for what he’s done, (because he’s usually in the wrong) and before you know it, his length is out and he’s stroking himself openly while his other hand rubs his sore cheek.
pervy bf!yuji who trails his fingers up your skirt in public when no one is looking, just to hear you gasp before he takes his hand away again.
pervy bf!yuji who pulls out of you and writes ‘yuji ita” on your back / ass with his come to mark you as his. (he would write his whole name but there usually isn’t enough… material)
pervy bf!yuji has cummed on pretty much all parts of you. he even makes a chart in his notes app to tick off body parts he’s covered like it’s an accomplishment.
last time, he grinded his dick desperately against the curve of your left foot, moaning loudly and holding your heel up before he went soft and your foot was covered with come. he did the right foot about a day later.
in summer, pervy bf!yuji uses your cooling neck towel and wraps it around his length, hissing at the cold as he slowly rubs it up and down the heat of his dick. later when he sees you looking for it he’ll hand it to you and watch you cover your face with it, grinning innocently.
clingy!yuji who won’t leave your side if you’re somewhere with him, at training, missions, or when you’re hanging out
clingy!yuji who gives you the biggest pout whenever you ask him to leave your side, and even after all your complaining he’s still right by your side
clingy!yuji who will stand right behind you in the kitchen and wrap his arms around your waist, his head snuggling in your neck while he’s asking you what you’re cooking
clingy!yuji who will never accept that you’re going somewhere without him, when you have plans with your friends he’ll basically beg if he could come with you, eventually he’ll sit on the couch with the same pout he always has, watching the show you told him to watch while you’re hanging out with your friends
clingy!yuji who would always mention you in every conversation he had, with gojo, nobara, megumi, etc
clingy!yuji who would try to cook for you when you guys got into a discussion, he’dl try to make a sweet dessert or a luxurious dinner but it always ends up burned
clingy!yuji who would act like he’s asleep just to get headscratches from you, his head on your lap and your fingers twirling in his soft pink hair
clingy!yuji who would show you all the new things he learned after training, he’d say that he would use these moves if you’re in danger, but you guys both know that you’re fine on your own
clingy!yuji who would use your body as a pillow if he’s sleeping, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist and his face on your belly, when you try to move just even a bit away he’d follow your movements right away
a/n: i made this in french class while i actually had to study 💔
୨୧ THINKING ABOUT 💭
៸៸ modulo yuuji as your boyfriend . . .
୨୧ ៸៸ boyfriend yuuji is very physical without even realizing it. a hand on your lower back whenever he walks by, fingers brushing yours before holding your hand, as if testing the waters.
୨୧ ៸៸ boyfriend yuuji will bite you. not hard, not out of anger, just purley out of affection. random, soft little nips, usually when you’re teasing him or getting a little too cute for his sake... same energy as pulling you closer or hiding his face in your neck! he just needs to do something with all that loving he has for you.
if you complain, yuuji will just laugh and say it was just a “baby bite”. but when you start frowning he immediately caves, thumb rubbing over the faint teeth marks, soft little apology murmured against your skin, pressing a quick kiss, batting his eyelashes up at you to earn your forgiveness.
୨୧ ៸៸ boyfriend yuuji apologizes all the time. soft, repeated “sorry”s into your shoulder. mostly for things that aren’t even his fault… things you don’t fully understand, but comfort him nontheless.
୨୧ ៸៸ boyfriend yuuji doesn't sleep very well, or very often. waking up in the middle of the night from vivid dreams of the past . . . but he relaxes everytime he wakes up to you by his side.
୨୧ ៸៸ boyfriend yuuji whose a retired puppy at heart. he’s still soft at his core, just… a bit slower now. he gets weirdly proud over small achievements: “i fixed it!” “told you i could make it better!” and he looks at you like he’s waiting for that soft praise.
on top of that, yuuji isn’t fond of loud environments anymore. though he now refers quiet places, late night walks, soft music in the background . . . the small things that ease the soul.
୨୧ ៸៸ boyfriend yuuji will get random bursts of energy out of nowhere. you could be eased up on the couch, and suddenly he’s trying to wrestle you or pulling you off. “c’mon, get up.” “for what yuyu???” “i dunno yet!”
yuuji also loves to pick you up randomly , showing off his strength — simply laughing his ass off as you beg him to put you back down.
୨୧ ៸៸ boyfriend yuuji whose still yuuji . . . just more yuuji than ever.
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the bar | fushiguro megumi, geto suguru, ijichi kiyotaka, ieiri shoko, sukuna ryomen, yuuji itadori, yuuta okkotsu
↳ uncorrelated scenes of jjk characters raising the bar for you, proving your past relationships really did suck — early relationship
a/n: part two-ish to what, like it's hard? just the jjk characters being the perfect significant others :) warnings: cussing, insecurity, medical talk and female anatomy, brief and vague mention of eating disorder. two smaus in two days, I'm winning fr. leave smau requests for me :]
PERVY! YUJI | your virgin best friend is a perv drabble
cw: aged up, fem (she/her) reader, not proofread
an: i just made some bullshit!!!!
PERVY! YUJI who always finds the perfect sexual innuendos that make your eyes roll back into your skull.
you're playing overwatch with him, face way too close to your monitor as your finger damn near breaks off spamming heals. you're desperately trying to keep your tank, yuji, alive as he pushes W straight into the enemy's back line.
"you're in too deep, yuu. get out of there. FUCK! i'm reloading," you're on the edge of your seat, watching hopelessly as his health bar depletes to nothing in a matter of seconds.
his mic crinkles as he pulls it close to his lips, unphased by reinhardt's now lifeless body, "i can show you just how deep i can go later."
your lip twitches, threatening to curve into a smile as you sit in dead silence.
"ewww not another e-couple," the ana on your team cuts in, "i always get you freaks on my team."
PERVY! YUJI who never hides the fact he likes to ogle you.
you're at the beach with him in your cute new two piece. the sun beating down on your head does little to fight against the cold ocean water. by the time you're out of the water, you're shivering, hugging yourself with your arms in an attempt to warm yourself up. all it does though, is give yuji a good look at your mouth watering cleavage. he watches the salty droplets roll down from your hair line, down your neck and in between your tits. his mouth practically watering, dark brown eyes following each new drop. he loves how your frilly little bikini cups your round breasts and the goosebumps that litter your skin. when you tighten your arms around yourself even more he almost moans watching your breasts squish together.
your best friend is always so bold. he'll come up to hug you with the guise that he's "warming you up". instead he's reveling in the feeling of your chest against his. your hard nipples poking him, causing his dick to stir in his swim trunks.
you try to pull away but he tugs you closer, causing you to whine. "yuuuuji. you're not even warming me up..." you pout.
"be patient," he huffs out, his big, strong arms caging you in.
PERVY! YUJI whose shameless about the amount of porn he watches.
at this point in your friendship, he doesn't even bother to apologize when you catch him. you'll be going through his phone, searching for the photo he took of you at the cafe you visited earlier only to find videos he saved in his camera roll. a video of a woman squirting plays loudly, her exaggerated moans echoing in his apartment as you rush to swipe away—only to find a video of a woman deepthroating a very large penis. you continue to swipe, in shock at how many videos come before the photo he took of you. it had only been mere hours since he took it. how many videos had he downloaded in that short amount of time?
"seriously, yuji?" you ask him, flustered despite this somehow not being the first time you've found porn on his phone. he only shrugs at you, not an ounce of embarrassment visible on his face.
"i didn't want them to get taken down before i could watch them," he tells you simply, like that made perfect sense. he scooches closer to you on the couch, craning his neck to watch one of the videos still playing in your hand.
PERVY! YUJI who has a bad habit of asking you too many personal questions.
"how many times have you orgasmed before? i've heard girls can cum multiple times in a row."
"do you like your nipples played with?"
"how many fingers do you use while masturbating?"
you think he likes watching you squirm—your face bright red from his barrage of questions. the filthy words leave his mouth like he's asking you your favorite color and not something deeply personal. he studies your reaction, your mouth agape and his eyes follow the outline of your lips. he chews on the string of his hoodie in complete focus, waiting for you to answer. and you always do, despite yourself—if only so you could ask your own. at least that's what you tell yourself and yuji's anything if not willing to answer.
"how big is your dick?"
"8 inches. want me to prove it?"
"i believe you... what do you think about when you masturbate?
"you," he says bluntly, unphased.
"be serious," you say and he pauses.
"i watch porn."
PERVY! YUJI who beats off to you more than he should
he imagines you in all the scenarios he's watched in porn: the dumb step sister who gets stuck in the dryer, or the naughty teacher who punishes him for not doing his homework. he thinks about the shorts you wear that he hates loves and the undies he stole from you, hiding somewhere in his closet. the ones he's sniffed a million times that no longer smell like you. he pictures all the times you've stretched in front of him, revealing your navel and moaning as your muscles tense and release. he wonders if you sound that good in bed, or if you sound even better.
he thinks of you catching him like this, his shirt between his teeth and cock red and angry as he damn near tugs it off. he wonders what you'd do—if you'd look at him with that innocent little face you always make when he says something pervy knowing you're just as bad as he is.
he thinks about all the times you've out freaked him. all the dirty fucking smut he's found on your phone that he's spent way too many times imagining you two recreating.
nothing makes him finish like the thought of him deep inside your pussy, though. all warm and inviting as she sucks him in and he finally finishes on his own stomach after edging for hours to the thought of you. he'll spend some time playing with it, imagining it leaking out of you instead of pooling in his belly button.
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꒰I HATE THIS but i'm posting it anyways as exposure therapy꒱
Itadori Yuji forgets his own strength. He forgets pretty much everything, actually, when he’s buried in your tight heat like this.
His pace is desperate, relentless. Pounding into you so hard you feel it all the way in your stomach, your sternum, syncing up with the beat of your heart. He’s rough, gripping your waist, blunt fingernails digging into your flesh until dark red crescents bloom beneath them. He grunts and moans and pleads your name against the skin of your throat, his breath puffing warm and heavy against you as he slams his length into you over and over and over and…God, it kind of hurts.
“Yuu,” you mutter.
Your voice drowns amidst the sound of his broken whines in your ear, amidst the heady rhythmic slap of his hips into yours. You twist your fingers into his hair, tugging his head back until lust-blown eyes are gazing dazedly back at you. “Yuji,” you say.
He smiles. He’s still thrusting into you, pace barely faltering—molding your aching pussy around him—and yet, he has the audacity to smile like that. That soft, little Yuji smile. “Hi, pretty,” he whispers, dragging his fingers up to your waist, using his newfound leverage to yank you into him again and again. “Is it good?” he asks, wide-eyed. “‘m I makin’ you feel good?”
It’s hard to say anything but yes, fucking yes, when his girth is spearing you open like this, but the longer you go, the more it starts to ache, your limbs locking up and your spine protesting the angle.
“Ah—!” you cry out at a particularly hard thrust, “Yuji baby, it—ngh—it hurts.”
He freezes.
His face jerks a foot away from yours, brown eyes flitting over your expression. “Fuck,” he breathes, the word a terrified note, ringing through the now-silent room.
You pant, catching your breath, adjusting your position beneath him. Then you’re carding your fingers through cotton-pink hair and giggling as you bump your foreheads together. “So eager,” you murmur, kissing him slow and sweet, tasting the salt of his sweat.
He’s tense as a rock. You pull away to look at him, but before you can even ask what’s wrong he’s rubbing soft circles into your waist and carefully pulling out of you. You gasp, gripping his muscled shoulders, and immediately, his arms are wrapping protectively around you.
“Y/N,” he says, voice low, tight with fear. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, baby.”
“What?” you ask dumbly.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he mutters, cradling the back of your head in his wide palm and pressing a kiss into your hair. “You’re so soft and–and delicate, and—fuck. I always forget. Always fuckin’ forget my strength.”
He kisses you over and over: your scalp, the crown of your head, your cheek. He pulls back to look you in the eyes and pure, abject terror is written all over his face. “Yuji,” you say, shaking your head. “Relax, baby. I’m fine.”
“No, but,” and now his lip is wobbling and, Jesus, you don’t know what to do—you cradle his jaw in your palms and stare at him in disbelief. “I hurt you,” he says, throat raw. “I hurt you, Y/N. Look.”
His gaze tracks down your body, and you follow it.
You notice, then, the collection of marks across your skin, mapping everywhere Yuji has been. The blooming bruise at your hipbone where he was gripping you. The rings of mottled purple around your thighs, where his fingers had dug into your flesh. The bite-mark on your waist, the hickeys on your chest.
It’s hot, you think. The evidence of your sweet, sunny Yuji—the evidence of his want, of his sins. Stained all over you.
You’re about to say as much, but he looks nothing short of tortured. His gaze darts from mark to mark, and before you know what’s happening, his broad frame is moving down the bed and he’s kissing all over you, pressing his lips to every single bruise.
“Sorry, baby,” he murmurs, kissing the one on your waist.
“’m sorry.” Warm lips against the blotch on your hip.
“Sweet girl.” Against the bite-mark between your breasts.
“My perfect girl.” His tongue flattens against your skin, dragging hot and slick over your nipple as he tweaks the other between his fingers, and you keen, high and needy, throwing your head back.
“Let me make it up to you,” he begs. “Lemme make you feel good.”
“Always do, baby,” you babble, losing all sense of sanity as his mouth, his touch, his heat overtakes you. Tracing slow and gentle—too gentle—against your body. “More,” you demand. “‘m fine, Yuu—want more, need it. Need your cock again.”
“No,” he says. Quiet, but firm. The muscles in his back shift as he settles between your thighs, amber eyes gleaming as he stares up at you.
“Not till you’re nice n’ ready for me, bunny. Not till I know you can take it.”