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yuji dick rider • 19 <3 • ion be doing shit

[tteokdoroki]

I LOVE YOUR YUJI WORKS and i see u love yuji sm sm sm and i’m here to share a little earworm cuz it’s got me in a chokehold

yuji in boxers… like…. those tight boxers that don’t do anything to hide his outline……

AAUFHFHFHF FAT COCK YUJI

✩꒱ tighty whities — ft. yuuji itadori .ᐟ

🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ characters are adults. yuuji itadori & fem!reader. handjobs, big dick yuuji, counting the inches, roommates to lovers -> every once in a while yuuji pulls out his tightest, teeniest pair of underwear and every once in a while you’re curious enough to see what they’re hiding.

thank you sm friend! i love him so much i want to live between his heart and lungs sooo bad idk what this is im feeling Lustful.

yes yes yuuji in those sickening tight white undies. i feel like perhaps he bought them by mistake and only wears them when he’s out of his usual boxers. super tight, hugging the slender curve of his waist and perfectly outlining his girth even though it’s tucked away. you can clearly see whenever he leaks through them because the thin white fabric stretched over the meatiest parts of him barely conceals anything. a darkness patch at the seam always gives yuuji away.

he’d be kind of embarrassed about them, constantly adjusting himself around you, shifting because his balls are practically bursting through the threads. if you’re roommates or best friends, you’ve definitely seen them in the wash or the laundry you do together and he always snatches them up with blatantly obvious red cheeks because they’re stupidly small for him.

and for a while, you think that yuuji really is that small.

until you hear the way his short-term flings cry his name in bed like it’s the only prayer they know. until you start listening out for the quiet, whimpering praise he offers them when they take all of him so well, inch by inch like good girls.

one girl stops you by the fridge one morning, yuuji’s shirt clinging to her curves and covering the fingerpad shaped bruises on her hips. “i don’t know how you live with him without jumping his bones,” she’d giggled, reaching for your milk. “he’s got the whole package, you know?”

you start looking at itadori a little differently. your eyes fall from his face to his print when you greet him after work or in the mornings when he’s back from the gym — attempting to discern the type of underwear he’s wearing based on what shows through his sweats. and you’ve always been touchy with each other, you’re friends and he’s great for cuddles, but now when you’re relegated to his lap during movie nights with fushiguro and his girlfriend, todo and nobara, oh! and maki and yuuta — you can feel the difference in his girth pressed against every time he shifts.

when he’s got those little tight boxers on that struggle to contain his hard on. the one you both ignore.

it’s one of those same movie nights where you cross boundaries for the first time. nobara stays over, too drunk to go home and be on her own, so you offer up your room and hunker down with yuuji because todo’s got the couch this time. in the mix, you some how manage to convince your pink haired roommate that you sleep better when he’s around. not just because he sleeps naked, you know this — you’ve been waiting on it just to see if the rumours are true.

yuuji scratches the back of his neck sheepishly with a soft blooming blush as you undress for bed and you try not to be obvious when your eyes trace the hardlines of his body right down to his crotch. those stupid tight white boxers you can’t seem to ignore now.

“sorry, know it’s a lot.” because you keep staring and he keeps twitching underneath the fabric and you have no idea how to tell him he’s making your mouth water. “i can put some sweats on—?”

you’re all too eager when shake your head no. “i-it’s your room. sleep however you’re most comfortable!”

naturally you end up snuggled with itadori in bed. surrounded by him. an excuse to be close. yuuji in nothing but those evil little boxers and you in morning but his shirt. your face in his neck for safety from the horror movie you’re watching and his arm loose around your waist. and you really can’t help it, when his cock is sitting there all fat and heavy and weepy, kicking because the air in the room is against his feverish skin — your fingers dance down to the waist band playfully at first. you’re touchy. friends do this… but then they hit the sinful swirl of his pink happy trail and everything shifts.

lust starts to bubble within your eyes, usually so sweet and innocent. you just have to know if he feels as big as he looks in them.

yuuji exhales shakily. not looking at you. “you’re not watching the movie, are you?”

a hint. a chance. you take it. “can i touch it?” your ask is a breathless whisper — as light as summer’s breeze and barely there. like a figure in the night. touch him, rub on him, do everything you’ve been thinking about for months.

he’s already straining, clenched at the abdomen to keep himself from cumming from the friction against his inner seam. yet he grows under your inquisitive attention, throbbing in a dull rhythm that calls up your greed as though it were following the beating lull of a siren’s song.

yuuji’s cheeks glow warm in the dimness, a rose tinted flame in the dark. he swallows. “if you wanna… j-just be careful, yeah?”

that’s all it takes.

his head tips back in a filthy shameful moan — pink hair askew like the flutter of petals — and his throat bobs as he swallows down a flurry of curse words once your hand slips past the waistband. your grip curiously stretches the tightness of boxers as your tiny hand wraps around his fat girth. sticky, pulsing with arousal, prominent veins forming indents in your palm.

“you feel so big, yuuji,” your nose brushes his pulse point with the same gentleness you would with your lips for a kiss. it’s as if you’re trying to inhale his life force, tuck yourself impossibly closer. he feels swollen in your hand, cock beating as unsteadily as his heart, and he oozes premature white into the crevices of your finger prints. “sensitive too.”

“nngh, i know,” whilst itadori’s hips jump without his control and forces his length through your first, the weight of his crown drops to yours. the two of you share a view, your slippery hand in his near-see-through boxers doused with slick and precum beading from his sappy mushroomed tip. “s-sorry, fuck. ‘m just so hard and you’re so pretty and you smell so good.” he admits to you quietly in a high pitched whine, like a secret exchanged between two lovers at a rendezvous point. for your ears only. no one else gets to know how wrecked you have him.

the bulbous head of his cock is raw and red, shiny, as it peaks out from the elasticated band of his boxers — only because you’ve stroked him to full hardness. he no longer fits in the fabric. you thumb him there in comforting circles, spreading his arousal in the same manner that drool spreads across your tongue.

long, dark lashes flutter against your forehead like angel’s kisses and you squeeze around every inch that slides through your hold — sharing airy moans the more yuuji leaks against your tight knuckles. “you could make me cum like this, y-y’know? in my boxers like a — fuck — like a teenager,” yuuji stutters, chasing words that don’t make sense on his tongue. hips running after the solace your soft strokes. “makes me feel so filthy, but i’ve been waiting for you. t-to notice? how badly i’ve wanted it to be you touching me like this. i’d do anything for you. anything, baby girl.”

his honesty turns and twists your guts into feverish knots.

“then will you?” you purr artlessly. eyes on the string of drooly white leaking from his sensitive tip. “wanna see how much you cum too.”

“god yes, i can cum. i’ll cum for you. just —!” yuuji’s large hand slips around your wrist and he guides you. helps you tug on the parts of his dick that make him gargle and struggle for breath. he bucks upwards, chasing pleasure and the heavenly solace your fist has to offer. “that’s it, just like that. make me cum, been waiting for so long.”

you’re in awe of it all. the ripple of his abs as he thrusts, the way moans coil in between the letters of your name as they leave his lips. you touch yuuji like you were made for it, jerk him off as though it were instinct. squeezing him every time his hips draw back, circling his tip over and over in languid runs of your thumb around the world.

he takes that as a sign, permission to let go of the unravelling knot he’s been trying to hold together since first laying beside you. on instinct, like his body knows nothing else, he squeezes you tight against him — cheek smooshed against your crown, shaky loud and whimpers in your ear that have your own underwear damp and he snaps.

like a twig with little resistance to pressure.

“oh my god — baby, shit!”

yuuji’s release is sizeable, viscous like lava flow as it rockets hotly up his abdomen and pools amongst the ridges of his abs and belly button. white against gold. his underwear is positively soiled all the way through, crude stringy cum gathering amongst his balls and your wriggling fingers as you jerk him through his high. where his back bows towards the ceiling as though the heavens have come to collect his sweet soul and his thighs shake like his foundations are unsteady.

and even after all that, all the ropes of hot white that hit his skin — he’s still hard and swollen, monstrous in size that suddenly dawns on you as yuuji rolls you onto your back. landing on top.

his shoulders, as they heave, block out the glow of the movie playing behind him — crowding you against the pillows, acting as a shield to hide you away from the world and you feel him heavy against your tummy. cold with slick but heated with arousal at the same time.

your roommate grins, buzzing and slow. “how many inches is the biggest dick you’ve ever taken?”

“i don’t… know? i’ve never measured?” you squeak, suddenly flushed with a delicious mix of horniness and fear. “why?”

yuuji clicks his tongue then, big hand sliding up your face to cover your mouth — his free one guiding his erection between your now parted thighs.

“just wondering, how much of me you’ll be able to take tonight.”

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[wadigrove]

i was hit with boxer yuji again today and how he does this sexy commercial… his hair is slicked back and he has a sexy grin, and his bicep is casually flexing like he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing—WOOOOF



[switchy-lurks]

virgin!gojo who always feels embarrassed when his friends make fun of his retained virginity so he asks you to let him hit so he can lose it already. but this is the one thing he’s not a pro at.

…what? don’t look at him like that. it’s a perfectly normal favor to ask of a close friend! he just wants to get it over with!

tries coming off as a confident know-it-all when you know his hand and his porn were the closest things to call “knowledge”. ends up blowing his cover when your tongue’s down his throat and you’re rubbing him through his pants; he cums before he can stop himself.

but he still has enough stamina to redeem himself, and he can make up for it by showing off his expertise at sex!

but he’s got this… weird pace going. and he has to take a quick break every few thrusts. you’re about to ask him what’s wrong but you catch that cloudy film over his eyes while they flutter. mouth agape with his lil tongue out like a puppy :( poor toru didn’t expect pussy to feel this good.

he’s got no choice but to let you take the lead—he can barely move it’s too much. unfortunately for him, you’ve actually done this and he’s now worse off than before. stifling his moans with the most humiliated look on his face, eyelids twitching and eyes fighting to not roll until he cums quicker than before. it’s all for naught. you make him cum anyways by squeezing it out of him. he keens so beautifully and quivers as he thrusts up into you, pawing at your thighs as you sit atop him.

"mmfh—! n-no— oh fffFUCK ‘m cumminggg—"

it’s too good to not give in—you can’t blame him! and you’re just talkin him through it with this sickeningly sweet voice, petting his head whenever he cums again… his face feels like it’s gonna burn off. all he can do is take it with whiny mewls til he’s shaky and fucked out.

soooo now when his friends are questioning how he lost his virginity, how it went—he gets really awkward. his ego was crushed. the satoru gojo got too pussy drunk to dominate, so you had to dominate him instead.

…he reeaally wants you to do it again.

[switchy-lurks]

hey um so um nobody told me that there was a set order for fucking everything in s/v

minor spoilers for gym leaders/star crew/titans

i currently have a 40-50 level team and I ended up finishing Larry’s gym before Kofu, the poison crew before the dark crew, and the steel titan before the sky titan

I’ve never been so overleveled in my fucking life

[switchy-lurks]

if you’re wondering btw i currently have 3 badges, 2 of the star crew demoted, and 2 titans down 😊

[switchy-lurks]

HOLY FUCK I DIDNT DO THE BUG GYM I WASNT MEANT TO GO WEST?????

[switchy-lurks]

watching the cod mw2 campaign from a streamer vod and i see someone say that ghost has ass

THAT SHIT IS PROLLY J U I C Y

F U C K

[zzoupz]

[psiithirisma]

Related to the clip where the twins (Techno and Wilbur) push Tommy off the pub on origins,

How much do you bet o!Techno and o!Wilbur used to sit across from each other when they were younger and throw baby o!Tommy at each other

Hot Potato but the potato is their little avian brother so they called it Hot Wings

(or Hot Nugget i am still spreading my "o!SBI used to call little o!Tommy nugget" propaganda)

o!Phil eventually caughts them playing this and almost has a heart attack when he sees Wilbur throwing Tommy to Techno.

[switchy-lurks]

o!techno and o!wilbur

[shoottthesun]

*shakes you* sc.. scu grizzly

[switchy-lurks]

stop it...stop making him so hot...stop it

[sassycolortheorist101-blog]

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* body language masterlist

* a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

* a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

* 550 words to say instead of fuckin said

* 638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

* some more body language help

(hope this helps some ppl)

[cherryvanillacokee]

i love you im gonna kiss you rn