𓂃⋆.˚ yuji is the type of boyfriend who makes you feel loved without even trying. nothing feels forced with him. affection comes so naturally that half the time he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.
𓂃⋆.˚ he always looks genuinely happy to see you. it doesn’t matter if you’ve been gone for five minutes or five days, his face lights up the second he spots you and it’s impossible to miss.
𓂃⋆.˚ if you’re walking together, he’ll naturally match your pace without thinking about it. if you’re shorter than him, he’ll slow down. if you’re tired, he’ll notice before you even say anything.
𓂃⋆.˚ he loves holding your hand. not because he thinks it’s romantic, but because he likes being connected to you somehow. he’ll reach for your hand automatically while talking, crossing the street, standing in line, or just sitting next to you.
𓂃⋆.˚ yuji pays attention to the things that make you happy and quietly makes them happen whenever he can. he’ll remember your favorite drink, your favorite snacks, the songs you always replay, and the things that cheer you up when you’re upset. he could even remember your favorite socks pair or hair tie!
𓂃⋆.˚ whenever something good happens to him, you’re the first person he wants to tell. he’ll come running over with the biggest smile on his face just to share the news with you.
𓂃⋆.˚ he absolutely loves listening to you talk. it doesn’t even matter what the topic is. if you’re excited about something, he’s excited too. he’ll sit there smiling, asking questions, and getting invested in things he knew absolutely nothing about five minutes earlier. your happiness is his happiness.
𓂃⋆.˚ if you’re cold, you’ll have his jacket around your shoulders before you even get the chance to complain about it.
𓂃⋆.˚ he gives the beeeest hugs. not the quick, casual kind. the kind where he wraps both arms around you completely and squeezes you like he’s making sure you’re really there.
𓂃⋆.˚ yuji is naturally protective, but not possessive at all. he trusts you completely. he just wants to make sure you’re safe, comfortable, and okay. he’d do anything for you, anything! even if it means risking his own life.
𓂃⋆.˚ if you’re having a bad day, he’ll drop whatever he’s doing to be with you. he might not always know exactly what to say, but he’ll stay until you’re feeling better because leaving you alone when you’re hurting simply wouldn’t feel right to him.
𓂃⋆.˚ he worries about people more than he lets on, and that includes you. if you tell him you’ve arrived somewhere safely, you’ll practically be able to feel his relief through the screen. anytime you’re alone or going home he’ll always make sure you made it home safely or the area you’re in is crowded and lively. if he knows you’re anxious he’ll call you all the way to your appointment so you have someone to keep you company. he always says “talking helps” and he means it.
𓂃⋆.˚ he loves making you laugh. sometimes he’ll intentionally act ridiculous just to hear you giggle because seeing you smile immediately improves his mood. sometimes he just won’t notice how naturally silly he is, but as soon as he discovers that specific thing made you chuckle he’ll star doing it every day.
𓂃⋆.˚ whenever you’re upset with yourself, he’s the first person to remind you of all the things you’re good at. not in an exaggerated way either. he’ll list specific things because he genuinely notices them.
𓂃⋆.˚ he’s very physically affectionate without being overwhelming. an arm around your shoulders, his hand resting on yours, leaning against you while you’re sitting together, absentmindedly brushing your hair out of your face.
𓂃⋆.˚ yuji is the type who checks whether you’ve eaten before checking on almost anything else. he’ll always gift you big snacks packs from seven eleven and cover up the calories behind with the marker.
𓂃⋆.˚ if you’re tired, he’ll immediately tell you to rest. if you’re sick, he’ll worry ten times more than necessary and spend the entire day asking if you need anything.
𓂃⋆.˚ he gets excited about spending time with you no matter what you’re doing. a fancy date, a movie night, a trip somewhere new, or just sitting around talking all sound equally good to him as long as you’re there. he loves taking pictures of you during dates and printing them with his polaroid to fill his album.
𓂃⋆.˚ he would absolutely brag about you when you’re not around. not in an embarrassing way, but in the way someone talks about a person they’re genuinely proud of. he wants everyone to know you’re the best girlfriend ever!!
𓂃⋆.˚ whenever you accomplish something, he’s somehow even more excited than you are. he’ll celebrate every little victory like you’ve just won an olympic gold medal. he’ll show up with with whistles, confetti, mochi and a plastic trophy.
𓂃⋆.˚ yuji is surprisingly observant when it comes to your emotions. people sometimes mistake him for being simple because he’s straightforward, but he’s actually very good at noticing when something feels off.
𓂃⋆.˚ if you fall asleep next to him, he won’t move for ages because he doesn’t want to wake you up. even if his arm goes completely numb, he’ll just suffer in silence.
𓂃⋆.˚ he trusts people easily, but his trust in you runs deeper than that. you’re one of the few people he feels completely comfortable being vulnerable around.
𓂃⋆.˚ there are moments when his usual cheerful smile disappears and you can see how much he carries inside. during those moments, he doesn’t need advice or solutions. he just likes knowing you’re there with him.
𓂃⋆.˚ after everything he’s gone through, one of the things he values most is having someone he can come home to. someone who makes the world feel normal again. you’ll never catch him with a sad pout on his face, not even after the most traumatizing sorcery fight. he’ll always encourage a smile on his face every time he sees you. on one hand, it’s to not make you worry, while on the other it’s simply his nature to prioritize your happiness and safety before his. he’d eventually share details about what happened while you two are cuddling.
𓂃⋆.˚ for all his strength, all his courage, and all the impossible things he faces every day, yuji is incredibly soft when it comes to the people he loves. the way he looks at you, listens to you, worries about you, and celebrates you makes it obvious that loving you is never something he treats lightly. it’s one of the most important things in his life.
ᢉ𐭩 𝔂uji gets too rough sometimes :( ib: gojosconsort (my shayla)
" yuu! — you can't do that..! "
your loud whine caught his attention, his grip on your waist loosening but his thumbs still dug little dents into your back. his thrusting ceased, so did his movements of pulling you back onto his dick. he sat there, stunned with his hair pushed out his face and skin luster with sweat. " baby? you okay? you need a break? "
" yeah.. " you panted, your chest heaving into the mattress. " you just — can't be all rough like that... you know how big you are... "
you weren't even talking about solely his dick — yuji was big as a whole. big, and full of stamina and strength for days. it was scarily superhuman, just built for putting you through mattresses and draining you down to a drip. it was so unfair, like the system was rigged against you.
he flipped you over to kiss your face — cheeks, eyelids, jaw, temples, everywhere. he was really just a gentle giant. and the fact he was still growing. " i'm sorry.. i thought you could handle me like that. i'll be more gentle.. " he seemed like he was sulking — partially sorry for what he did, but also solemn he couldn't continue like that.
he hummed softly in your neck, grinding his dick along your walls in slow, shallow motions, all the while rubbing your clit gently. he was trying to coax you to forgive him. you swallowed, your eyes fluttering open and closed at the sensation. " i can handle you. "
he looked up from your neck, his bottom lip protruding. " you sure? you'll tell me the next time it gets too much, right? i'll be careful... i promise. pinky promise. you can starve me a whole day without kisses if you want. "
" don't be dramatic... " you kissed his lips weakly. " i can handle you. "
he smiled, pressing another kiss to your lips. his thanks came in the form of his thrusts increasing — both pace and depth with grunts through his bitten bottom lip. he was more gentle about it, more considerate of your body. he still rubbed, petted your clit — just to be a little mean and greedy about it. your name slipped as he approached his limit, from groans to whimpers and prayers about how good you make him feel.
it might've cost you a couple hours — hell, days worth of mobility. but he was too cute to deny.
exbf!yuji who never talks bad about you if you’re brought into conversation. still being friends with nobara knowing you are also friends with her, he knows her talking about you isn’t something to him he hates. he doesn’t mind at all, and he doesn’t have anything bad to say about you anyway.
exbf!yuji who doesn’t have you blocked on his phone even though his number is blocked and deleted for you. it was a petty thing for you to do, sure, but yuji wasn’t on the level of petty you’re on. in fact, he wasn’t even petty or bitter about anything at all.
exbf!yuji who still feels bad about the break up. he can’t help but talk about it to nobara and megumi even though it’s been over five months! it was a stupid argument over nothing, and he needed reassurance that it wasn’t his fault even though he felt extremely guilty over stupidness.
exbf!yuji who asks nobara about you occasionally. nobara, nobara, nobara. it always came back to nobara for him. she’d roll her eyes, or sigh dramatically whenever yuji brought you up, and she would only give him little to nothing information about you, leaving out the details where you would pout over yuji and say you miss him.
exbf!yuji who avoids relationships at any costs just in case there’s a miracle you might call him one night telling him how you miss him and how you miss kissing his sweet lips. he might get into a little flirty situationship, but he’ll realize what it is and end it since he’s too scared of commitment unless it’s you. besides, no one gets him like you do.
exbf!yuji who finds a way to get unblocked from your phone (through nobara). that was his only wish, and when you got a text from him you just stared at it knowing you decided to unblock him.
" is this good for you?.. " his voice whispered in your ear, heavy breath brushing against your sideburns. your fingernails, freshly manicured, dug into his shoulders and created small crescents in the ridges and muscles of his shoulder blades. they'd drag along his deltoids to his ribs, the scratches prominent but not deep enough to scar.
everything 𝓶egumi did turned you on, much to your reluctance to say to his face, and likewise for him. it was only a matter of time before he got you like this — all bent up with your legs wrapped around his waist, clinging to him like his dick was the only lifeline you had. the sweat on both your skin in this humid, sex-induced room acted as an adhesive, hooking you to him even more.
something he had noticed over the last few times he'd be intimate with you in such way, you were rather quiet. moans and mewls barely above a whisper. it bothered him in a way — because he was louder than you. it was embarrassing, grunting and breathily moaning in your ear while you barely reciprocated.
well, that was a lie. you did reciprocate. just not verbally.
every groan, every grunt, every hiss, every curse under his breath, every moan got a reaction out of you. your legs would relax, spread wider, letting him in deeper. completely abandoning your shy exterior, molding you into something more sensitive and easier to overload. he saw that in your eyes, better now that his hair was pushed out of his face. " so it is. t-that's — hah — good... "
he swallowed, his adams apple bobbing that was already luster with sweat. " i was worried that —" he paused, pushing deep enough inside you to elicit a moan from both of your lips. " that you weren't e-enjoying this. "
deep down, you felt so dirty for liking how he sounded. stomach churning with guilt and lust, but you couldn't help yourself. in truth, you'd rather him not return to his past ways — holding back his noise and swallowing every sound that would make him feel vulnerable. then again, you hadn't dwelled on it too much because the action of his dick sliding in and out of your warm walls made the churning go away.
" are you close? " he asked in a soft moan, the springs of the mattress creaking underneath you both. " fuck, i really wanna cum with you... would you want that? " he felt your walls clamp around him, fluttering, effectively slowing him down and gripping him tight — essentially forcing him to a point of orgasm. " y-yes you do... you want that bad, huh? "
his words were dirty, but the underlying tone of hesitance in them made you squirt with a squeal into his shoulder, spraying all over his lower abdomen and your inner thighs. he didn't think you could restrain his dick any harder, making it more sensitive than it already was. it was more than enough for him to cum with a loud moan in your shoulder — the loudest you've heard him.
he wallowed in his own fluster for a while, but as long as you felt good.
bestfriend!yuji who thinks that he has no chance with you (he definitely does)
fluff
it was getting entirely out of hand, to the point where megumi’s left eye had developed a microscopic, rhythmic twitch whenever all of you were in the same room.
there was a distinct difference between being a good friend and whatever it was that yuji was doing. yuji wasn’t operating on normal human frequencies anymore; he was a highly concentrated wave of devotion that required him to subconsciously monitor your exact coordinates, comfort levels, and nutritional needs at all times. the truly agonizing part of this whole situation was that yuji honestly, genuinely believed he was pining from a tragic, unrequited distance.
“man,” yuji sighed, his chin resting heavily on his arms as he slumped over the small wooden table in the break room. he looked like a golden retriever that had been left out in the rain, despite the fact that he was perfectly dry and had eaten three bowls of rice an hour ago. “i just... i don’t know how guys like gojo-sensei do it. how do you even get someone like that to notice you? she’s so cool. fushiguro, be honest, do you think she likes guys who can cook? i could learn how to bake those fancy little french pastries. the ones with the layers. do you think she’d like that?”
megumi didn’t look up from his book. he simply turned the page, his knuckles whitening slightly against the paper. “itadori. you made her bento this morning. it was shaped like a bear.”
“that was just a nutritional baseline!” yuji defended instantly, sitting up with a look of pure, desperate longing in his eyes. “a person needs a balanced breakfast! that doesn’t mean she wants to hold my hand during a movie! i’m practically invisible to her, man. i’m just the guy who hangs around and breathes her oxygen. if i asked her out, she’d probably laugh and think i was pulling a prank. my heart would literally disintegrate into ash. like a cursed spirit, fushiguro. gone.”
megumi finally closed his book with a soft, ominous thud. he stared at his friend, trying to calculate how much brain damage yuji had sustained in his life to arrive at this specific level of dense. “yesterday, she said she was slightly warm, and you constructed a makeshift fan out of cardboard within four seconds. you didn’t even use cursed energy. you just moved your hands really fast.”
“that’s just basic manners!”
“you carried her up three flights of stairs because her shoelaces were untied and you didn’t want her to trip,” megumi countered, his voice dangerously level.
“the stairs were slippery!” yuji wailed, burying his face in his hands. “you don’t get it. she’s like... a masterpiece. and i’m just a guy who knows how to do a kickflip. i have no chance. zero. negative numbers.”
before megumi could commit a felony, the sliding door opened, and you walked in alongside nobara. the second your shoes crossed the threshold, yuji’s entire posture changed. it was an instantaneous shift; his spine straightened, his ears practically perked up, and his eyes locked onto you with a degree of focus usually reserved for high-stakes exorcisms.
“hey,” you said, offering a small, tired smile as you dropped into the empty chair next to yuji. “the training grounds are freezing today. i think the wind is coming straight from the mountains.”
yuji didn’t say a word. he didn’t even look at his own hands as they moved with the practiced efficiency of a surgeon. within three seconds, he had took off his oversized, fleece-lined red hoodie, shrugged it off himself, and gently helped you put it on. he tucked the soft fabric around you, his fingers lingering for just a fraction of a second against your collarbone to make sure the chill was sealed out, before pulling his hands back and shoving them into his uniform pockets.
“thanks,” you mumbled, instantly buried in his warmth and the faint, comforting scent of laundry detergent and whatever body wash he used. you pulled the sleeves over your hands, sinking into the collar.
“yeah, of course,” yuji said, his voice dropping into a soft, casual register that completely contradicted the fact that his internal organs were currently performing backflips. “can’t have you catching a cold. you’ve got that exam tomorrow, right? need your brain working at a hundred percent.”
nobara paused, her hand hovering over the back of a chair as she watched this sequence of events play out. she looked at yuji, then at you buried in his giant hoodie, then over at megumi, whose jaw was clenched so tightly he looked like a gargoyle.
“hey, yuji,” you said, reaching into your pocket and pulling out a slightly bruised mandarin orange you’d grabbed from the cafeteria. “do you have a knife? the skin on this one is really thick.”
“i got it,” he said immediately.
he took the orange from your hand. yuji didn’t use a knife. he used his thumbs, peeling the rind away in one seamless, removing the little white strings so you wouldn’t have to deal with the mess. his fingers were steady, careful, and incredibly gentle as he split the fruit into perfect, individual segments. he laid them out neatly on a clean napkin he’d pulled from literally nowhere, pushing the finished product toward you with a small, encouraging nod.
“there you go. the sweet ones are usually the smaller pieces,” he murmured, his eyes tracking your expression to ensure you were satisfied.
“you’re a lifesaver,” you said, popping a segment into your mouth.
yuji’s face remained entirely neutral, but megumi could see the way the boy’s legs were practically vibrating under the table from the sheer rush of being praised. it was pathetic. it was magnificent. it was driving megumi to the brink of insanity.
“so,” nobara started, leaning against the counter and crossing her arms. her eyes narrowed as she watched yuji reach over, pick up your heavy leather canvas bag from the floor, and settle it comfortably over his own knee so it wouldn’t get dirty. “itadori. can i ask you a question?”
“hmm?” yuji looked up, his hand still resting protectively near your side of the table. “what’s up, kugisaki?”
“what did you do an hour ago?”
“i went to the convenience store down the street,” he said, blinking innocently.
“and what did you buy?”
“oh! i got that specific chocolate drink with the milk and two pumps of vanilla. the one with the extra meringue sprinkled on top.” yuji reached down into his bag and pulled out the plastic cup, which was perfectly chilled, sweating slightly against his palm. he placed it right next to your napkin of oranges, straw already unwrapped and inserted. “here. they finally had the good meringue back in stock.”
you blinked, looking up from your fruit. “wait, really? they told me yesterday they were out until next week.”
“i asked the guy to check the back crates,” yuji said, giving you a bright, close-eyed grin that could have easily powered a small metropolitan area. “told him it was an emergency. he found a whole tin of it.”
megumi made a sound in the back of his throat that sounded like a dying bird.
nobara stared. she stared at the chocolate drink, then at the peeled oranges, then at the enormous red hoodie currently engulfing your torso. she looked at yuji’s face, which was full of nothing but pure, unadulterated, desperate desire to please you, completely devoid of any realization that he was acting like a husband of ten years.
slowly, with the deliberate precision of a predator stalking its prey, nobara walked around the table. she didn’t say a word until she was standing directly behind yuji. then, with a sudden, violent burst of movement, she reached down, grabbed a fistful of his inner uniform collar, and yanked him backward out of his chair.
“woah! kugisaki—choking! choking!” yuji gasped, his hands flying to his throat as she dragged him a few feet away from the table.
“shut up,” nobara hissed, her voice a terrifying whisper as she pointed a manicured finger directly at you, who was currently taking a sip of the perfectly customized latte. “look at that. look at her.”
“i’m looking!” yuji squeaked, his cheeks flushing a violent, immediate pink. “she looks great! the hoodie suits her, right? do you think i should buy them one for her birthday? or is that too forward? maybe a scarf? a scarf is safer—”
“yuji,” nobara interrupted, her voice dropping into a range that promised physical violence. “what the hell? i thought you guys were dating?”
yuji froze. his entire body went rigid, his eyes widening to the size of dinner plates as his brain completely stalled out, the gears grinding to a screeching halt. “w-what?” he whispered, the syllable popping out of him like a deflating balloon. “dating? us? no! no way! we’re not—i mean, i wish, but no! why would you say that? don’t say that out loud, she’ll hear you and get weirded out and then i’ll have to move to a different country!”
“are you sharing a single brain cell with the curses you fight?” nobara demanded, shaking him by his collar until his pink hair flew in every direction. “you peeled her fruit! you gave her your clothes! you went into the back storage room of a convenience store for a specific topping because she mentioned it once days ago!”
“that’s just being neighborly!” yuji yelled back in a panicked whisper, his hands flailing. “if fushiguro wanted an orange, i’d peel it for him too!”
“if you touch my food, i will sever your fingers,” megumi said from the table, not looking up.
“see? fushiguro’s just picky!” yuji argued, turning back to nobara with a look of absolute, soul-crushing earnestness. “i’m not dating her, kugisaki. i’m just... trying really hard to be a good friend so she keeps letting me sit next to her. if i told her how i actually feel, she’d realize i’m just a big dummy who follows her around like a stray dog.”
nobara let go of his collar so abruptly that yuji stumbled backward, hitting the wall with a soft *thud*. she stared at him, her expression a mix of profound disgust and deep, spiritual exhaustion. “you.. are a medical marvel,” she muttered, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “i genuinely don’t know how you survive on a daily basis.”
“hey, yuji?” your voice cut through the tension, clear and soft from across the room.
yuji was back at the table before nobara could even blink, his entire demeanor resetting into that attentive, hovering stance. “yeah! what’s up? is the drink bad? is it too sweet? i can go back—”
“no, it’s perfect,” you said, looking up at him through your eyelashes, your fingers curling around the warm ceramic of your hands inside his large sleeves. a very real, very noticeable shy smile had crept it’s way to your pretty face. “i was just wondering... if you weren’t busy tonight, maybe you could help me study? and... i don’t know. we could get dinner after? just the two of us?”
yuji stopped. the entire world seemed to drop away around him. his heart gave a massive, violent thud against his ribs, his chest tightening in a way that had absolutely nothing to do with training or stamina. he looked at the shy smile on your face, the way your fingers were twisting the hem of his hoodie, and something in his chest completely melted into puddle of warm, gooey mush. he knew damn well he didn’t know shit about math.
“yeah,” yuji said, his voice softer than usual, a genuine, completely unforced smile breaking across his face as he leaned down slightly, bringing himself to your eye level. “i’d love to. i’ll make sure you pass that test, okay? whatever you want to eat, it’s on me.”
from the corner of the room, nobara let out a loud, dramatic groan, throwing her hands in the air as she turned toward the exit. “i can’t do this anymore. fushiguro, we’re leaving before the sheer density of his skull creates a black hole and swallows the school.”
“agreed,” megumi said, already standing up and slipping his book into his pocket, passing yuji with a look that said you owe me your life.
as the door slid shut behind them, yuji didn’t even notice. he was already pulling up another chair, drawing himself right next to you, his shoulder brushing against yours as he reached out to slide the rest of the oranges closer to your hand.
୭⋆*｡ ₊̣̇.ෆ.₊̣̇. ୨୧ – shopping spree and a sweet treat with bf!yuuji itadori ˃̵ᴗ˂̵˚♡˚‧⁺༄
“i’ll get you auntie anne’s” was what you told him at eleven in the morning when he was on the couch playing fortnite with megumi, inumaki, yuta, and panda. you didn’t even have to say that, he would’ve went with you regardless but this just seals the plan.
you could hear groaning and laughing coming from his headset as he said his goodbyes and ripped the thing off. you watched as your boyfriend wandered around the house looking for his car keys and a shirt to put on.
“so,” yuuji called from the other room. “where do you wanna go?”
“can we go everywhere?” you reply.
“everywhere, she says.”
“yes, everywhere!”
yuuji stepped into the hallway where you were standing with your purse over your shoulder and a small pout. “define everywhere, honey.”
“ummmm, hollister, brandy, ulta, victoria’s secret,” you listed the names of the stores on your manicured fingers as he led you out of the house with a hand on the small of your back.
“okay, okay, got you.”
which is why he’s now standing outside a dressing room, leaning against the wall, holding your purse with complete enthusiasm. he didn’t complain about the kpop charms or sonny angel or mini labubu hooked onto the chain when you asked, he just took it.
“i never realized how good i look in blue!” yuuji hears you exclaim on the other side of the door and he suddenly perks up at that.
“can i see?”
“i don’t knowww, these dressing rooms are kinda small, yuu…” you mutter just for you to open the door and drag him in. his eyes scan over you in a striped blue bikini and you smile up at him.
“do you like it?”
“don’t put that back.”
you grin and pull out a shirt from the pile of clothes you grabbed before walking into the dressing room. you hand it to him and watch as he hesitantly takes it, then you also grab a shirt that’s matching his.
“i thought of us. isn’t this so cute!” you exclaim, sliding the top on over the bikini.
yuuji holds it up to his chest to avoid putting it on and you both turn to face the mirror.
“yes or no?” you hum and meet his gaze that’s still locked on you through your reflections.
“yes. obviously yes.” he chuckles and presses a kiss to your cheek. “thank you.”
“for what?” you ask.
“for thinking of us. love you.”
“i love you too.” you turn away from him to hide how much your smile just grew. “okay, now get out! i’m getting hot and i still need to try on more stuff!!”
in ulta you make him carry your purse in one hand and the shopping basket in the other while he follows you around.
he doesn’t know the slightest thing about makeup even when nobara tried to educate him and ended up telling you he was a ‘lost cause’ and there was no more she could do for him.
so he doesn’t really have much to say except for when you ask for his opinion on something. he always knows what you want to hear, so that’s what he says to see that smile of yours.
“is this my shade?” you ask, turning to him. he didn’t even see when you applied some… what is that? concealer? foundation? either way it did match your skin tone from where it was planted on your hand so he didn’t ask further questions.
“yeah. looks good.” yuuji nods.
“awwww really??? thanks.” you grab a product and drop it into the basket. “now don’t start wandering off and get lost like these other boyfriends.”
“yes ma’am.”
you end up in the men’s fragrance section and you keep peering over his shoulder to look at everything he touches and secretly take pictures. he catches you a few times but he knows you think you’re being so sneaky so he lets you have your fun.
“i kinda wanna work here,” you say from behind him. “you think the employees get discounts?”
“it’d suck if they didn’t.” yuuji mutters as he reads the label on a body mist.
“also i’ll get to wear all my cute outfits here.” you add, hand curling around his bicep as you two continue to walk.
“you get to wear your cute outfits everywhere.” he says with a small grin. you notice him staring intently at a cologne and you immediately grab from the container of small papers on the shelf behind you.
“here. just in case.” you hold them out in front of him.
“baby, you got six.” he comments but takes them anyways.
“you can never be too sure! shopping for me is like those stupid video games for you.” you explain.
he sprays the cologne onto the paper and smells it. he hums in approval and holds it out for you to smell too.
it smells like amber and cedarwood and the type of cologne you’d also apply to yourself before a night out with him, just so girls don’t get any ideas.
“that’s good.” you nod. “i wonder if they have matching scents for women. like something with vanilla and caramel.”
“you love matching, don’t you?” he asks as you take his hand into yours and lead him to the women’s fragrance section.
“how else is everyone supposed to know you’re my boyfriend and i’m your cool, hot, sexy girlfriend?” you reply.
“by just kissing me.” he leans down and gently kisses your forehead and before he can pull away you tug on his hand and kiss his cheek. “see? like that.”
after ulta, you buy yuuji the mini pretzel bites that come in a cup like you promised and steal some from him because the girlfriend tax is real and he thinks it’s fake until the boyfriend tax is brought up.
now you two are standing outside of a 7 brew waiting for your drink. yuuji’s eating his pretzels and still holding your purse while the shopping bags are in the car. you rock back and forth on your heels, blowing bubbles with your gum as you hold onto his arm.
“what’d you get again?” he asks.
“blue raspberry.” you reply.
“just that?”
“you know i’m picky when it comes to these things. i’d hate to spend money on something i don’t even like!” you explain, resting your head on his shoulder.
“my money, by the way.”
“have i ever told you i love you?” you smile. suddenly, your order and name are called and you walk up to the employee to grab your drink. you thank them and grab a straw.
“wanna try?” you ask as you stick the straw into the cup and hold the drink out to him.
“it’s so blue.”
“yuu, sweetie, it’s blue raspberry. keep up.” you watch as he leans down to take a sip out of the straw and his expression barely changes, but you still caught it. “you like it.” you tease, poking at the apple of his cheek.
“it’s good. you’re not gonna get a sugar rush from that, right?” he throws his arm over your shoulders as you two cross the parking lot to his car.
“ummm, well, it’s an energy drink, so maybe?” you smile up at him and plant a kiss on his jaw.
“thank you for today. i love you.”
you watch as heat rises to his cheeks and he opens the passenger door for you with a sheepish grin and you take the cup of pretzels from him to free his hands.
“you know i’d do anything for you.” yuuji says as he fastens your seatbelt due to your hands being full and he leans on the car door for a second longer before kissing your temple. “i love you more.”
“no, i love you mo–” the car door slams shut before you can even finish your sentence and you can hear his muffled laugh.
casual!bsf!yuji who... has been your friend for years.
casual!bsf!yuji who... has had feelings for you ever since you two were in junior high.
casual!bsf!yuji who... you knew he had feelings for you, yet you never acted upon it cause you didn't feel the same way.
casual!bsf!yuji who... asks you to go to the school dance with him first year of high school.
casual!bsf!yuji who... brags to everyone that he's taking you.
casual!bsf!yuji who... rejected multiple people who asked him just so he could go with you.
casual!bsf!yuji who... many girls having crushes on, and you can't help but get jealous when other girls talk about how cute he is.
casual!bsf!yuji! who... calls you beautiful when he sees you in your dress for the school dance.
casual!bsf!yuji who... wears a matching tie corresponding to the color of your dress. he buys you a corsage to go around your wrist.
casual!bsf!yuji who... takes you out to eat dinner after the dance. the two of you get your food free because you two reminded an old couple what it was like to "be young and be in love".
casual!bsf!yuji who... laughs it off and says your just a friend. right
casual!bsf!yuji who... you start to fall for after that night.
casual!bsf!yuji who... everyone thinks that you two are together.
casual!bsf!yuji who... sits with you when you go on a class field trip retreat.
casual!bsf!yuji who... rubs his foot against yours while you two sit together.
casual!bsf!yuji who... stares at you the entire retreat. when you look at him, he gives you a soft smirk and a wink.
casual!bsf!yuji who... mid-field trip whispers "i love you" into your ear out of nowhere.
casual!bsf!yuji who...se pupils dilate whenever he looks at you
casual!bsf!yuji who... calls himself your boyfriend in front of everyone.
casual!bsf!yuji who... you fell for even harder after that field trip.
casual!bsf!yuji who... dresses up as the grinch to the halloween party you were both invited to. the party is the day before actual halloween!
casual!bsf!yuji who... makes fun of the fake glasses you were wearing as you were dressed up as superman.
casual!bsf!yuji who... starts playing with your hair as you make tiktoks with your friends.
casual!bsf!yuji who... you take a picture of shotgunning a sprite, and it's your new favorite photo.
casual!bsf!yuji who... wasn't originally invited to the other halloween party the next day.
casual!bsf!yuji who... you yell "YES!" when two third year girls suggest picking him up.
casual!bsf!yuji who... shows up to the party wearing shorts and a hoodie.
casual!bsf!yuji who... you follow around all night trying to hang out with him.
casual!bsf!yuji who... play tackles you onto the ground when you two are alone in the movie room.
casual!bsf!yuji who... puts you in an awkward position, so when someone opens the door they see your butt up against his crotch.
casual!bsf!yuji who... everyone thinks you were screwing!!
casual!bsf!yuji who... gets a girlfriend.
casual!bsf!yuji who... you start sobbing to your mom to.
casual!bsf!yuji who... comes to a movie night you and your friends were having.
casual!bsf!yuji who... can't flirt with you anymore now that he's in a relationship.
casual!bsf!yuji who... you can't help but still think he's so attractive.
casual!bsf!yuji who... breaks up with the girl after two weeks! he says she's batshit crazy.
casual!bsf!yuji who... you lose feelings for.
casual!bsf!yuji who... you go to see a movie with and he thinks about making a move on you but never does.
casual!bsf!yuji who... everyone thinks you're dating again.
casual!bsf!yuji who... comes over your house regularly!
casual!bsf!yuji who... starts flirting with you again.
casual!bsf!yuji who... snuggles up on your lap one day at school when you two are alone.
casual!bsf!yuji who... sighs when he sees a lovey couple, saying "i wish i had a girlfriend."
casual!bsf!yuji who... makes it seem like to everyone that you two are dating one day staying after school.
casual!bsf!yuji who... sits right next to you wherever you go.
casual!bsf!yuji who... sees you joking shoving your face into your turtle neck and reprimands you for doing it. when you ask why, he simply says "because i thought I was fat when i was younger and i don't want you thinking that about yourself."
casual!bsf!yuji who... doesn't realize you were doing it to be cute.
casual!bsf!yuji who... keeps jokingly sitting on your lap!
casual!bsf!yuji who... wraps his arm around your waist.
casual!bsf!yuji who... chuckles when you tell him everyone's looking. "good, let them." he murmmers into your ear.
casual!bsf!yuji who... keeps trying to hold your hand.
casual!bsf!yuji who... jokingly puts on the headband you were wearing and wears it around like an idiot.
casual!bsf!yuji who... you finally work the courage to confess to.
casual!bsf!yuji who... one day does out to eat with you, where you were going to tell him.
casual!bsf!yuji who... before you even say anything, starts talking about how he would never date you and he only sees you as a friend.
casual!bsf!yuji who... you still confess to, and he rejects you!
casual!bsf!yuji who... promises that he doesn't see you any differently.
casual!bsf!yuji who... doesn't treat you any different like he promised.
casual!bsf!yuji who... finds out your talking to someone new. another boy in your grade.
casual!bsf!yuji who... gets upset when he founds out the two of you are dating.
casual!bsf!yuji who... comes up to you and tells you that on the day you asked him out, he truly did like you on that day, but he got so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do and rejected you!
casual!bsf!yuji who... you shrug off.
casual!bsf!yuji who... makes it his mission to get you to like him again.
casual!bsf!yuji who... flirts with you all day at school and even smacked your butt as a joke, which led to one of your third year guy friends grabbing him by the collar and yelling at him.
casual!bsf!yuji who... still pretends to kiss you in every photo.
casual!bsf!yuji who... doesn't give up.
casual!bsf!yuji who... begs you to break up with the guy you're going out with.
casual!bsf!yuji who... asks you to be his girlfriend 5 times in one day!
casual!bsf!yuji who... finally admits to you that he's been in love with you for years
casual!bsf!yuji who... you tell he missed his chance.
casual!bsf!yuji who... makes it a fun game to enjoy.
casual!bsf yuji who... you ask to carry you after training since your feet hurt so bad. he smugly picks you up and says, "i bet your boyfriend can't do this."
casual!bsf!yuji who... you go out to eat dinner with with a group of friends one night. when you switch seats with a friend, he wraps his arm around you nonchalantly. you rolled your eyes.
casual!bsf!yuji who... catches your receipt after you drop it and says "how boyfriendly of me, right?"
casual!bsf!yuji who... you told first after the boy broke up with you!
casual!bsf!yuji who... offers to hang out with you after.
casual!bsf!yuji who... comes over your house and watches movies with you.
casual!bsf!yuji who... you sit opposite of, feet on his chest as you watch a horror movie.
casual!bsf!yuji who... your dad asks if you're dating after he leaves.
casual!bsf!yuji who... you get in a fight with.
casual!bsf!yuji who... sees your ex talkings stage while you two are walking one day in town.
casual!bsf!yuji who... yells out his name and starts pointing to you dramatically, yelling that you still love him.
casual!bsf!yuji who... gets confused when you run away from him sobbing. gets even more confused when you don't answer any of his texts.
casual!bsf!yuji who... you don't talk to anymore
casual!bsf!yuji who... you can't stay away from.
casual!bsf!yuji who... you see at a party a week later, and he joins you and your friends playing hackysack.
casual!bsf!yuji who... finally asks "are you mad at me?"
casual!bsf!yuji who... you tell how you feel and he gives you a big hug, apologizing for what an asshole he's been.
casual!bsf!yuji who... ends up laying on the ground while you rub his back in the same night.
casual!bsf!yuji who... is your best friend again.
casual!bsf!yuji who... flirts with you endlessly throughout the night.
casual!bsf!yuji who... kisses your hand when you leave.
casual!bsf!yuji who... you eat lunch with. he has a crumb on his mouth and when you tell him, he smirks and asks "can you get it for me?"
casual!bsf!yuji who... rubs your leg when you sit next to him.
casual!bsf!yuji who... everyone thinks you're dating again.
casual!bsf!yuji who... you don't even know what you are anymore. you're not friends but you're not dating. it's just you and yuji.
casual!bsf!yuji who... you'll always be secretly in love with too.
⋆˚꩜｡ a/n: i'm so sorry this turned out longer than i expected! this is HEAVILY (like, genuinely heavily, i have lived through ALL of these events with one of my friends!!). this is flowkenuienly a reflecting post because this is my situation with my guy friend and IDK WHAT TO DO. i hope my life sounds good through a yuji itadori fanfiction
looking at and rereading the fanfics in my drafts that are literally all just yuji and knowing i need to get a life other than obsessing over yuji itadori
ᢉ𐭩 ㅤ ˚. frat!𝓽oji who loves his situationship's pussy more than her ৻ꪆ
"look at her. she's so pretty, isn't she?"
he wasn't talking to you. toji never talked to you unless he was trying to get between your legs, lap at your clit and stuff you with his fingers at least three times a week. it was painfully obvious the only thing he wanted out of you was something to stick his dick in.
you just wrapped around him that perfectly—a perfect fit for his big dick, a little storage space for his cum sometimes. he couldn't just let you walk off after the first time you had sex, he had to keep you on stand by. but aside from weekly hookups and surprise sexual arrangements, he never considered you.
the realization hit when you were over his dorm for the fourth time that week. laid on your back on his couch with his head between your thighs, groaning and rubbing his tongue through your lips and sucking on your clit as you writhed underneath him. he dragged his tongue with pressure; it wasn't in his nature to be gentle at all, he'll gladly take advantage of whatever he could get out of you and then some. biting your thighs, spitting on your entrance, even nibbling you a bit. "mmh, such a good pussy."
toji never gave women oral. the idea of eating pussy was forgien and displeasing to him. but for your cunt, which was so tempting, he changed his morals. that's probably why you stayed, letting him do it time and time all over again.
you didn't want to leave, in all honesty. he literally talked to your pussy. how could you not stay?
he spread your legs wider, holding them open with one of his large hands as the other stuffed you with his index and middle. his tongue flicked against your clit rapidly, spit sliding down his chin and soaking the couch. he knew what she liked. what drove her wild, what made her spasm, clench, and squirt. she was too good.
it didn't take long for you to cum—per usual whenever he went down on you. even as you went through your high, he didn't stop moving his tongue—even dipping it inside her to tease. he'd hum lowly against her, the taste of her clenching around him and spilling her juices all over his face as he eagerly licked it all up. he'd pull away, licking his lips. satisfied. "y'pussy's so pretty, my favorite thing about you."
you bit your lip. you loved the attention, but loathed the feeling of this unrequited desire.
𓏲 ๋࣭ ˖ | megumi likes getting off to you > pt. 3 ── .✦
- ⋆˚࿔ ꪆৎ ۫ ׅ -
megumi was ashamed—finding himself standing outside of your dorm after texting you if he could come over and talk about what happened. you said yes, and he knew you were waiting, he was just afraid of how the interaction would go.
megumi raised his hand that was balled into a fist. his knuckles traced over the door, hesitating to knock, but after moments of refusal his fist finally rocked against the door.
it was only a couple of moments when you—obviously—opened the door. you expected him, and only waited for him to say something. meanwhile, megumi was biting the inside of his cheek out of nervousness.
“just wanted to say sorry,” megumi started, even though it’s not what he wanted to begin with. “that you had to walk in on that. it was just a one time thing.”
his cheeks nearly tinted a pretty shade of pink but they stayed pale as he didn’t receive a response but rather a stare. you cleared your throat softly, a tiny sigh leaving your nose. “it’s okay, I didn’t think much of it. just didn’t know if you wanted to ‘talk it out’.”
yet, while megumi was being offered your side of thoughts, his eyes couldn’t help but glance down at your cleavage. he was a pervert, he can admit it to himself, but he really wished he wasn’t one right now while he tried to express his contrite.
even with how hard he tried not to let you notice the fact his eyes were glued to your tits and how it was possible to read on his face how much he wanted to pinch your nipples, it was noticeable with the way his eyes weren’t even on your face.
“not like I had a problem with it. didn’t know you ripped a hole in your pillow just to think it was me. kind of a turn on,” you added, trying to make him feel better about the fact he got caught masturbating to you, and also because he couldn’t keep his eyes off your breasts at the moment.
your additional comment made megumi’s eyes go straight back to your pretty face and widen. “you’re serious?” he sounds almost startled, taken back by your opinion. “I thought you’d want nothing to do with me, honestly…”
unexpectedly to him, you presented him a sweet smile, completely ignoring what he said. “maybe we could reenact it sometime, yeah?”
megumi’s entire body went stiff, including his cock. he blinked, and when his lips opened to speak, nothing came out. it wouldn’t be so bad—it’d be a dream come true, actually.
a/n :: chilll if this is lowkey butt i didnt proofread.. 👀 ive been having intense writers block and i honestly didnt know what i was gonna do with this part 😅😅 uh yea please dont come for me in my sleep………
hii! i'm auctioning off some of my ideas/requests that are in my drafts for the sake of me not being burnt out, but also preparing for a 2k special! any writers are free to take these ideas (the first-come, first-served thing isn't literal; anyone can write any of these), but please credit me!
i'll add more later if i think of any (this will be constantly updated)
・friendly! yuta x strict! reader ⸝⸝ reader runs a strict program and constantly has to put yuta back in his place because he can sometimes get a little too friendly with other women. though, he has no ill intention
・husband! nanami matching your lingerie to your anniversary dinner oufits ⸝⸝ i just think its soooo cutie and something he would def do
・sending the jjk men boob pictures to see if they'll notice they're yours or not
・yuji and his girlfriend's numerous attempts to cum in unison ⸝⸝ its just so silly to think about after so many failed attempts
・choso or megumi fucking you to deftones
・megumi buying you a promise ring
・higuruma can only cum during missionary
・megumi being a kissing canvas for yuji and the reader
・frat! sukuna's bubbly, ditzy girlfriend getting his weed for him
thinking ab jock!yuji and fem!nerdy reader in a college au ᝰ.ᐟ fluff, suggestive themes, yuji's a bit of a meathead
jock!yuji who somehow, someway, always manages to be late to every lecture. he’s #2 in the state for the track and field 400 meter sprint, quite literally the fastest your college has ever seen, and yet, he still can’t manage to be on time. ironic isn’t it?
you glance at the clock. 8:30 am. it was like he had this down to a science. class started fifteen minutes ago, so any moment now—
jock!yuji who realizes he swung the door open with much more force than needed when a few people basically jump out of their skin at his entrance, and he looks back at it for a second as if he wasn’t aware of his own strength. cheeks pink and splotchy, his breaths come out in short little puffs as if he’d just got done running here.
spoiler alert: he had.
“sorry, I— I didn’t—“
“It’s fine,” stopping mid speech, your professor blinks his irritation away. “just find a seat, mr. itadori.”
“yes sir. sorry, sir.” he obliges, and then his eyes scan across the large lecture hall.
you’re now aware of the open seat next to you and you slouch down a little as if you could fuse into your own.
he climbs the stairs, one hand clasped onto the strap of his book bag that’s slung over a broad shoulder, feet skipping one step each time with ease until his sneakers stop in front of you.
“could-“ voice a little hoarse, he clears his throat. “could I sit here?”
you nod.
“bet, thanks.”
his book bag plops down first, then his body, rather unceremoniously at that, into the neighboring chair he’d pulled out for himself.
brief murmurs are spoken in the short intermission but die down once your professor clicks onto the next slide, everyone’s focus centering back onto the screen in front of them.
except yours.
your mechanical pencil strums restlessly between your thumb and pointer finger because you can feel his eyes glancing at your temple every few seconds and you’re just waiting for him to say something already.
and then he leans in, close enough to whisper, which he happens to be absolutely terrible at you might add.
“you have a pencil i could borrow?” he whisper yells.
“seriously?” you whisper back.
he looks to the side, then back at you. “uh… a pen is cool too, i guess, if that’s all you—“
“what do you even have in your backpack?” you hiss through clenched teeth.
“uhh,” he genuinely searches his bag as if your question wasn’t rhetorical. “a clif bar,” another side pocket is unzipped, and he grimaces apologetically when his eyes return to yours with a less than favorable answer. “and a highlighter... but it’s yellow.”
you roll your eyes and reach to grab your pencil case.
jock!yuji who effortlessly catches up to you in the courtyard after lecture with just a few long strides, scaring the shit out of you when he nudges your shoulder with his elbow, maybe a little too hard given how you stumble slightly.
“jesus fucking-“
“you’re a fast walker!” he notes, sounding impressed. and then, his hand outstretched in front of you to reveal the hello kitty themed writing utensil you’d given him just thirty minutes ago. “forgot to give your pencil back.”
you wave him off, “keep it.”
his brows rise, “you sure?”
a curt laugh huffs through your nostrils. “trust me, you need it more than i do. or are you gonna rough it with your yellow highlighter for the rest of the day?” you tease.
it’s boyish, crooked, and just a little bit cute the way he smiles down at you. a little bit.
“very funny.”
jock!yuji who finds you in one of the library’s quiet study rooms later that week with your head down, brows clenched, and focus unwavering as you meticulously drag a stripe of translucent blue over the capitalized header of your notes.
it takes you a few seconds to notice his big brown eyes gazing at you intensely. and when you do, all you can manage to get out is an, “um—?“
“i need you to tutor me.” he blurts, “please.”
your brow quirks suspiciously, “who told you i’m a tutor?”
his thumb juts behind him when he says, “the giant ‘tutor’ sign outside the door i just came through?”
you forgot about that. “right.”
but you swore you didn’t see his name on the list when you checked this morning, and you confirm that thought when you grab your phone and pull up your agenda for the day.
“what day did you sign up for?” you scroll through, seeing nothing but a blank page.
“huh?” his head tilts like a puppy in response to a dog whistle. “sign up?”
“yes. you have to sign up for a time slot.” he scratches his head like he doesn’t get it, so you continue with a deadpan expression. “the qr code? you know, on the giant sign you just—“
his bottom lip juts out. did he just fucking pout? oh my god he’s pouting at you.
“just sit down.”
jock!yuji who eventually uses your qr code to sign up for a tutoring slot with you every tuesday for the rest of the month so he doesn’t accidentally interrupt another of your solo study sessions, and it’s the one thing he’s actually on time for because he really needs to pass this exam.
sharpened down to its last leg now, the same hello kitty pencil is used to scribble his answer down on the loose leaf that you also provided him. it looks comically tiny between his fingers, his penmanship a little strained due to its inconvenient size. he flips the sheet to face you, pencil slamming down determinedly and eyes looking to you with anticipation.
craning your neck slightly, you click your tongue after a heavy moment of silence. “wrong.”
he scoffs. “what the fu— how?”
“you missed the second step,” his eyes squint at where your finger is on his sheet of paper. “yuji, if you miss the second step the entire equation is wrong, no matter what.”
groaning, he lets his head drops down onto his arms like bummed child. he was never good at math, let alone statistics.
you chew on your words for a beat, but curiosity gets the best of you so you ask anyway, arms crossing over your chest.
“why are you always late?” after a brief pause, you tack on, “—to lecture, i mean.”
a sheepish, quiet chuckle leaves him when he sits up and rubs the back of his head. it lacks the humor it should have, like he’s ashamed to talk about it.
“track. i have team lifts every morning,” he fiddles with your his pencil. “and i would’ve chosen another day to take the class but there was only one option, so,” his hands gesture to the air to complete his sentence.
“so track is more important than passing this class?” it comes out sounding harsher than you intended.
“uh, nah, it’s kinda complicated.” his jaw tenses, and it’s like you can see into him for just a moment. “i have a scholarship through track. it was just me and my grandpa for a while before he passed, so… that’s how i pay for school.”
guilt instantly drenches you, lips opening and closing like a fish out of water before you finish his explanation for him. “and in order to stay on the team, and keep your scholarship… you need to pass this class.”
his hands are flat and pressed together for emphasis. “really need to pass this class.”
he sees your eyes soften and waves you off immediately, he doesn’t want you feeling bad for him, it’s not your fault.
“i-i shouldn’t have assumed, i’m sorry.”
“don’t sweat it.”
jock!yuji who’s starting to impress you by his fourth tutoring session. he even has his own pencil and notebook now!
but now that his understanding is starting to pick up, he can’t stop his mind from wandering away from what you’re explaining to him on your laptop’s screen. he thinks about how put together you seem, how smart you clearly are. how you intentionally save a seat for him next to you in the lecture hall using your backpack now, with zero judgment and only understanding because you know he’s on his way. how your brows push together and make that cute little line between them when you’re double checking his work.
you glance up to ask if he comprehended what you just said to him, just to see his eyes on you instead of the very detailed tutorial you’d put together and recorded for him last night.
the tips of his ears run red and he’s brought back to reality, and your chest tightens with the intrusive feelings you’ve been trying to ignore when he blabs,
“what?”
your brows have that cute little line he was just thinking about between them right now.
“did you hear anything i just said?”
“yes.” he answers confidently. blindly.
“repeat it.” you demand.
his lips make way for words that never come, then they close.
your head dips to the side a little when you sigh, “yuji.”
jock!yuji who’s stomach flips when you say his name like that and he doesn’t know why. maybe it’s how you’re looking up at him through your lashes expectantly, like you want him to listen because you know he’s capable of getting this. like you believe in him.
swallowing hard, he sits up straighter, “sorry,” then runs his sweaty palms run over his jeans, thighs tensed. why are his hands so sweaty?
“i’m listening.”
jock!yuji who parades into the library like he just won the lottery, slinking into your study room cooly without pushing the cracked door open any further. all five fingers slap a stapled packet down over the notes you were reading. he has the most shit eating grin on his face.
“yuji—“
“read that,” he points to the top right corner, taps on it. “tell me what that says.”
so you do, eyes flying back up to see him so loaded with excitement that you find out he has a dimple.
“you passed!”
“b-minus,” his hands shoot up like he just won the super bowl, voice booming, “i fuckin passed, baby!”
a few very agitated students glare at him so you shush him and grab his wrist, yanking him to sit down with you. you try your best to stifle your laugh and ignore the sensation that blooms deep in your gut at what he called you, even if he didn’t mean it like that.
jock!yuji who is utterly shocked when he offers to treat you to lunch and you actually say yes (he was going to resort to begging if you said no). granted, he did phrase it as being a form of compensation for helping him pass the exam, since you volunteer as a tutor in the library for free and all.
he knows he was a pain in the ass to teach so he insisted, also because he couldn’t find the balls to ask you out without a reason beneath it as a safety net. what he didn’t know, is that you would’ve said yes regardless of his declaration of ‘owing you one’.
all his nerves wash away and replace with a small bout of confidence when you simply ask. “when?”
though they’re quick in their return, hitting him like a freight train the very next day as you stand at your front door where he’s picking you up from, beautiful as ever with a smile he selfishly wants to keep for some reason. but he won’t get ahead of himself, it’s only lunch, nothing more.
jock!yuji who is so much more than what you expected that you curse your past self for judging him before you really got to know him. he’s ridiculously funny, incredibly kind and insanely attractive. and while you’ve always known that last part, actually getting to know him made it all the more apparent.
he laughs at every joke you make, a real belly laugh, the kind that’s not the slightest bit polite and makes you laugh too just by hearing it. and he listens to you with his entire body as you talk about something he truly has no reason to care about, chin in hand, eyes peeled and face emotive.
but you won’t get ahead of yourself, and you’ll repeat it in your head until it’s what you believe. that as he places his card down on the bill and scribbles what’s supposed to be his name in cursive under the tip portion, that this is only lunch and nothing more. a kind gesture.
until the two of you are back in his dorm room and jock!yuji, who is beet faced and kiss drunk genuinely thinks he might pass out from how fast his heart is drumming against his ribcage when you break away from him to breathe, a string of shared saliva connecting you both. breathing is overrated, he thinks, flushed lips chasing after yours like they’re two halves of a whole that shouldn’t be separated, his body pressing into you with a hunger that makes your stomach churn. and you duck your head down to his tensed jaw instead, mind feeling hazy because his cologne smells so good it’s making you dizzy.
large hands squeeze your denim clad hips as you’re perched in his lap and if you shift them forward one more time he might lose his composure, but he still can’t stop himself from helping you rock down into him and he doesn’t think he wants to. the sensation of your heated gasp tickles against his skin, makes his adams apple bob dangerously in his throat and he’s really trying to be gentleman but you aren’t making this easy for him.
your lips are so much softer, so much better than he imagined and his tongue darts out to lick at his own, tasting the faint hint of strawberry you’ve left on them. you don’t know how many nights he’s spent wondering what your chapstick would taste like.
he relishes in the feeling of you nibbling at his skin, maybe a little too much, he realizes, when a strangled mewl claws its way from his throat and makes you pull away to look at him with adorable concern.
“should i get off?”
jock!yuji who’d do anything to keep you right here— who’s so quick to shake his head that you can’t help the giggle that escapes you and he can’t help but feel a little embarrassed for being so eager.
