#yuji x reader

yuji’s stamina is kinda unfair.

you’re already boneless on the mattress, chest heaving, thighs trembling from the third—maybe fourth?—round tonight. sweat sticks your hair to your forehead; every muscle feels like warm liquid. you can barely keep your eyes open, let alone lift your hips to meet him anymore.

but yuji’s still going.

his pink hair is damp, sticking up in wild strands. those big brown eyes are wide and bright, cheeks flushed, lips parted around soft pants like he’s just getting started. he’s braced over you, strong arms caging you in, cock still hard and thick inside where you’re swollen and sensitive.

“baby,” he breathes, voice all honey and concern even as his hips roll slow, deep. “you okay? need me to stop?”

you whimper. it’s too much—too full, too deep, every drag lighting up oversensitive nerves. your hands push weakly at his chest.

“yuji… i can’t… i’m done…”

he freezes instantly. brows knit. lower lip juts out in that heartbreaking little pout that always undoes you.

“really? but you feel so good… and you’re so pretty when you come for me…”

he leans down, nuzzling your neck, pressing tiny kisses along your jaw. one hand slips between you to circle your clit so gently it’s almost ticklish. his voice drops to that soft, pleading whisper he knows you can’t resist.

“just one more? please? i’ll be so careful… promise i’ll make it good…”

your resolve crumbles. he’s too earnest, too sweet, too fucking adorable with those flushed cheeks and hopeful eyes. you sigh, wrap shaky arms around his neck.

“okay… one more.”

his whole face lights up like you just handed him the moon.

“thank you, baby!”

he kisses you deep, slow, then starts moving again—careful now, measured, grinding just right while his thumb keeps petting your clit in lazy circles. you’re exhausted. wrecked. but when he groans your name like it’s a prayer and spills inside you for the last time, trembling and whispering how much he loves you…

you know you’ll give in every single time.

ac: @miiuu1103 on X

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? 👀

imagine doing that tiktok trend with yuji where you set your phone up, run as fast as you can like your life depends on it, and see how long it takes for your boyfriend to catch you.

and when you explain it to him he just shrugs with a gentle little smile and says, “sure, babe. sounds fun.” because your sweet boy would do anything you ask him to.

so with your phone propped up, you quickly hit the record button, then break into a sprint while yuji waits with his hands in his pockets, watching you closely and counting to ten like you told him to.

and you keep count in your head, too. to make sure he’s not cheating of course.

but it’s something about seeing you run from him that entices him in a way he doesn’t expect. makes a delicious anticipation bubble inside him, makes his jaw clench. his lips take to a smirk once he realizes that’s what you wanted, and then he takes a breath.

“ten.”

he takes off immediately, a little dirt kicked up in his absence from how powerfully his foot launched him into motion.

and you’re a mess of giggles as you run, heart beating against your ribcage because you know it won’t be long. you don’t bother looking back, you know you can’t outrun him.

you haven’t even blinked twice when a pair of strong arms snake themselves around your middle and he’s got you caged in the air with a low grunt, your backside pressed against his chest, feet kicking and flailing as you squeal between laughter for him to let you go. his hold only tightens further, biceps flexing with a little more effort when you squirm. his hands are locked on his forearms that bind you to him, ensuring you won’t be going anywhere.

you can feel the rapid thumping of his heartbeat, the heat of his body and it makes you pull your bottom lip under your teeth. there’s no need to wonder if this excited him as much as it did you, because you can feel it.

it’s exhilarating, to say the least. you’re completely out of breath, and just as you expected, he’d barely even made an effort.

the sharp of yuji’s canines gently nip at the shell of your ear to make your breath catch in that way he likes, his voice low and smoldering, yet sending a shiver down your spine when he whispers,

“got ya.”

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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.

it’s no secret that your boyfriend, yuji, is obsessed with you.

everyone knows.

your friends are more then aware. nobara can’t get through telling you a single story without yuji ending up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder, nodding along with whatever you’re saying. megumi has a homework question? yuji’s inserting himself into the conversation, latching onto your waist.

“you’re so smart, baby,” he tells you, a huge, happy grin on his face. “always helping everyone.”

megumi just stares at him.

when you laugh softly, patting yuji’s arm, he squeezes you tighter. this typically makes nobara gag.

it doesn’t stop there.

if you’re sitting, he’s next to you. if there’s no space next to you, he makes space. if you’re standing, his hand is in yours, always.

he’s warm. clingy, and affectionate in a way that’s so constant it becomes second nature.

yuji also loves touching you.

it’s constant. your hands clasped together. he likes when you loop his arm through his. your fingers in his hair.

god, he loves when you play with his hair.

the second your hand drifts up he’s melting, shoulders dropping, eyes softening. he sighs happily and lands in your lap, curling into you as you lace your gentle fingers through it.

“mmm, don’t stop,” he mumbles, voice already going soft.

it’s worse when you leave him alone for a few hours.

when you get back to your apartment you’re not surprised to find he’s already let himself in. you barely make it through the front door before he’s wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his chest with a content exhale.

“i missssed you,” he mumbles into your neck.

“yuji, i was gone for two hours,” you laugh.

“yeah,” he says like you proved his point. “two hours too long.”

it’s also in the way he looks at you.

always soft. always bright, like you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him and he’s still a little shocked about it.

you catch him staring sometimes. you’ll be mid-conversation. mid-laugh. mid-anything, actually.

“what?” you’ll ask him.

“…nothing.”

“you’re staring.”

“yeah,” he admits easily. he smiles. “i like looking at you.”

your face heats instantly. “yuji—”

“whaaat?” he grins wider, grabbing onto you again. “you’re pretty,” he says matter-of-factly, and you cover your face.

or : “he’s too clingy,” nobara comments, watching yuji jog over to you after classes. “like a puppy.”

“he’s adorable,” you say softly, giggling as yuji crash lands into you, enveloping you in a tight hug.

“hi, baby,” he’ll say, kissing your forehead, then your cheek, then your lips softly. “you know i like you, right?”

you snort. “i would hope so.”

“no, like..i really like you.”

your chest warms. “i know, yuji.” you run your fingers through his hair in that way he likes. “you’re so good to me,” you mumble into his hair. “the sweetest boy ever.”

he smiles into your neck at the praise, arms tightening around you, happily. this is where he wants to be.

—𓏲𑁘 𝓶odulo!yuji gagging you on his cockིྀ

yuji, was sprawled out on your shared bed. his legs spread wide. along with you in between them, the room filled with loud obscene sounds, his cock hitting the back of your throat. with each buck of his hips.

"justtt like that, baby..." yuji, says between a strangled moan. your eyes are starting to water, taking practically all of his length down your throat, you swore his tip was kissing deep in the back of your throat. that's what it felt like at least, yuji was relentless. hips bucking desperately, chasing his release like oxygen.

you try to move your head. just the slightest, but that resorted into your head getting held down, by his palm. "no, you're going to listen to me, alright?" he pants out, yuji pushes his cock deeper into your mouth, your throat immediately constricts around his shaft, invitingly.

god, just the simple way the warmth of your mouth feels around his girth. drives him insane.

your face his buried, in between his thighs, tongue licking all over his girth, desperately taking his length into your throat, you feel his precum pool all over your tongue. a low muffled "mmph." was the only sound. that could escape your mouth, around his cock.

yuji's hand rises down, to land a slap across your cheek, causing you to moan around his girth. you felt your eyes roll into the back of your head, "fuck... baby, you like that?"

you almost felt shame, because of the tone of his voice. it was degrading, he sounded disgusted in a way, like he was in disbelief. but that's the thing that turned you on most. the most you could manage was a simple nod. you pull back from his cock, your lips covered in his precum, saliva dripping down onto your chin, "you're so pathetic." he brings a hand down to where he slapped your reddened cheek, caressing the soft skin slowly.

"you like being slapped? huh?" it wasn't a question, it was a statement. because yuji, already knew the answer, "i never told you to stop sucking." he pushes your head back down roughly. before you could reply, causing you to, instantly gag onto his length again.

your throat, greedily takes him in. your hands stroking at the base of what can't fit into your mouth, yuji's hand grips your head down, preventing you from pulling back. hips bucking roughly. into the wet warmth.

"i'm close... you'll swallow it all." he wasn't asking, yuji was telling you, you nod immediately. bobbing your head faster. not caring if you choke anymore. his hand roughly guides your head, tugging onto your hair, "fuck... fuck... fuck..." yuji's head tips back against the headboard. you can feel the throb in his cock, precum leaking onto you tongue. you greedily swallow preparing your throat, for his cum.

"agh... fuck, don't stop." yuji cums with a loud groan, holding your head in place, impaling your face deeper into his cock, warm spurts land onto your tongue. coating your tongue semi white, he lifts his head up for a moment, before his eyes land onto you.

"you okay pretty?" he pants out, coming down from his high slowly, you nod. before pulling back. saliva dripping down ont his shaft, you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, "that... was a lot." he slaps your cheek again at that, "would you rather me spit on you?" yuji questioned slowly, "ugh. try it." a low chuckle escaped his lips, "next time. i don't want you passing out on me now, sweets."

"maybe, next time you should let me pass out on it."

authors note: ugh sorry if this is bad, i literally had to write this in a rush for myself no lie, i was desperate after seeing that animated.