If Yuji was asked to describe his girlfriend? There was only one way ⸻ pink, glittery, vanilla scented, pretty.
But don't be fooled. Most men would want a way out. Yuji does not. In fact, if he could be anywhere in the world, he'd choose to be with you.
He is exactly where he wants to be.
"Yuji?" You're sprawled on his bed, watching as he games. It's some dumb fighting game he'd insisted on buying.
"Hm?" He doesn't glance up from the console.
"Do you know where my lipgloss is?"
He immediately abandons his game, clocking into his boyfriend duties. "Which one?"
"The clear glittery one." You reply, watching as he searches the wrinkles in his duvet, under his pillows, the floor, his desk.
"Have you checked your bag?" He asks as he peers under the bed.
You glance towards your little pink handbag. "No." You frown. Reaching for the bag, you rummage around a bit. "Found it! Thank you, Yuji. You're the best."
He beams at the praise. "Of course, baby." He tosses himself down beside you, watching as you apply the lipgloss.
As the designated taste-tester, once you've coated your soft, juicy lips in shimmering gloss, he leans in, pressing his lips to yours.
You make a small whiney sound in the back of your throat. When he pulls back, your lips are pushed out into a pout.
He licks his lips. Vanilla flavoured. "10/10, baby." He says trying to go in for another taste.
"Stoppp," You giggle, pushing him back. The sound makes him smile.
He is absolutely, undeniably obsessed with you.
"Fine." He relents with a dramatic, mock sigh, rolling over theatrically.
"C'mere." You whine.
The second he rolls to face you, you're on top of him, your thighs on either side of his torso. His hands instinctively find your hips to hold you there. You take his face gently, holding his chin with one hand, as you lean closer, applying the shimmering gloss to his lips. Your breath mingles with his. Yuji stays perfectly still until you're done, then his tongue darts out to lick his glittery lips.
"Yuji!" You huff as he laps up the gloss off his lips. He grins up at you unapologetically.
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.
ꮼ unsurprisingly, itadori is one romantic boyfriend
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.
boyfriend!itadori loves being your boyfriend; it awakened something in him that he never wants to sleep again.
thinking about timid boy yuji who wants to cum on your face so bad but he’s too shy and nice to ask. ｡˚○ mdni.
he thinks he’s filthy for it— tainting your pretty gorgeous face with spurts of his warm sticky cum, wanting to watch it just ooze and dribble down your cheeks while you look up at him with those blinking doe eyes he loves so much, you on your knees and just taking all that he gives you…
but he’s just too embarrassed to ask you for it, ashamed that his horn dog mind could ever crave something like this from you, not when you were just the sweetest and cutest little thing ever…
but that’s exactly what made him want it more.
he’s sick in the head he’s awful he’s disgusting—
“yu what’s wrong? you feeling sick?”
yuji jumped from his spot on the couch and whipped his head in your direction, eyes wide in alarm.
“oh! n— no i’m fine baby.” he attempted to laugh it off, but the strain in his jeans was getting unbearably fucking tight christ—
“you sure?” you frowned, pouting a little as you began to crawl closer across the couch, yuji immediately stiffening up in alarm and fidgeting, eyes darting between your concerned pretty face and the soft swell of your breasts— a perfect view of them from your low cut top.
how he of all people managed to get such a hot girlfriend he genuinely didn’t fucking know, the fact being the greatest and one of his biggest accomplishments, though at the same time a heavenly double edged sword with how his cock was permanently rock solid and never breathing when you were around.
“you look a little flushed baby.” you sat back on your knees and took his face in your hands, cupping his warm cheeks— your frown deepening at the look of his blown pupils.
“i—”
you lifted his face a tad to examine.
“you’re worrying me yu… you feel warm like— really warm… you coming on with a fever?”
your voice was so soft and caring, and yuji couldn’t help but imagine that same honeyed tone edging him on to dump his cum all over your face—
shut the fuck up shut the fuck up—
“no! i’m— i’m okay angel! honestly heh…” he gently took your hands from his cheeks and lowered them, watching as you pursed your cute lips to the side in dissatisfaction, and his limbs twitching— feeling his stupid dick gush out a bit of precum in his pants at the sight.
“it’s just—” he swallowed, shakily breathing through his nose. “m’just a little achy is all.”
you tilted your head in confusion.
“achy?” you placed your hands on his shoulders, squeezing carefully before sliding your palms down his arms, yuji’s breathing picking up then, chest ragged as you kept dragging your hands further, inspecting over him to see what was wrong.
“from what yu? tell me where—”
god why was he like this?
you were innocently just trying to figure it out and help him… it was him that was being a sick foul pervert that was potentially about to pounce on you and scare you off.
“it’s nothing baby i swear—”
your palms slid down to his lower abdomen and he sprang up from the couch, you jumping back in alarm— drawing your hands to your chest as your eyes stretched wide.
“the gym! the gym! i’m aching from the gym the—”
yuji looked at you and a guilty pang shot through his heart once he realized he fucking startled you, you staring up at him with a shaken expression— breaths quick, and him feeling his soul actively burning off his body because of it.
stupid stupid idiot stupid—
“fuck i’m sorry baby jesus.” his big hands came down to cup the sides of your head, you slowly easing a little at his reassurance. “i didn’t mean to scare you like that i’m sorry… i’m just being dumb—”
he paused.
from— from the way you were positioned, and from the way he was— holding your face…
your pretty plump lips were perfectly aligned with his bulging freaking dick.
yuji instantly went to rip himself away from you when you reached for his hips and stopped him midway, a choke tumbling from his throat as you firmly held him in place.
he could practically feel your breath through his jeans dear god—
“what hurts yu?” you sweetly asked, soft and airy and yuji could only frantically shake his head no.
you pouted.
“please.” you leaned the side of your cheek on his thigh, and he just about saw the heavens himself. “i— i wanna help yu… i don’t care what it is. i promise.”
yuji’s skin was tingling and itchy all over, a giant lump in his throat that he couldn’t pass no matter how many times he swallowed, his clammy hands then returning to your cheeks— lifting your head so he’d get a proper look at you.
he couldn’t take it anymore.
yuji was about to look like a vile fucking freak.
“my… my dick baby…” he softly explained, voice shaky as he used his thumbs to caress your cheeks, trying to bite down the embarrassment that rose up his system at the way your cheeks went red. “it’s just— a little tight but— it’s— it’s okay! i’ll deal with it la—”
“can i help..?”
his pupils blew out and he stopped breathing.
“please.” you finished off with a little timid smile, your kind glimmering eyes not once breaking from his. “i want to… if that’s okay.”
it was more than fucking okay.
“you wanna— help me baby?” he gave your cheeks a loving squeeze before letting your face go, taking your eager nod as a sign to keep going.
“okay…” yuji took a step back. “can— can you get on your knees for me angel..?”
you nodded once more, shuffling a bit to get down on your knees, your skin padded against the soft fur rug of your carpet.
slowly… he shakily popped open his jeans and unzipped them, willing and begging his cock and mind to relax or else he was going to cum just by how gorgeous you looked on your knees for him…
“just—”
his dick literally jumped out from the confinements of his pants and you blushed, his own neck growing uncomfortably hot as he stared down at you with wobbly lips.
“just… suck for me a little?” yuji gave his length a languid pump, his tip already swelled up and irritatingly glistening. “you don’t have to do all of it baby… i don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
you parted your lips then and carefully took him into your mouth, suckling on the sticky tip and yuji having to inhale a sharp breath at how warm your tongue felt— fluttering and gliding along his slit before you sunk your lips a little further down his cock bit by bit.
“fuuuckk yes baby just like that—”
yuji shuddered and gripped tighter at the hem of his shirt, keeping it in place just above his abs to keep it out of your way, groaning at your mouth bobbing up and down his veiny dick, tiny bubbly suds of spit coating his base.
“god please don’t stop please—” he threw his head back and heaved, placing a trembling palm to the back of your head— gently guiding you through your wet mouthful slops that filled his ears so deliciously, your cheeks hollowing as you took it upon yourself to suck harder, you moaning through it and the vibrations making him that much more sensitive.
“shit!—”
he snapped his head back down and went lightheaded, your pretty little swollen lips wrapped around him so good and slurping him up so insanely messily, drool trickling down your chin as you made it your mission to help him feel better and relieve the ache he felt moments prior.
to be good for him.
“angel if you keep— sucking me like that m’gonna cum already— hic!— holy shit please slow down please—”
but you only went faster, bobbing your head without stopping even when you chocked on his cock through particularly deep swallows, him struggling to catch his breath and keep his balls from exploding and draining down your throat, jaw hardening in restraint as his abdomen stiffened up.
because that’s not where he wanted it.
jerking his hips back, yuji slipped his dick off your mouth in one swift motion with a pop!, you plopping down on your ankles and gasping for air at the sudden action, hands quickly coming up to wipe at your saliva coated lips.
“did i— do something wrong?” you panted, your doe eyes sincerely so uneasy that he nearly fell to his knees at how cute you were.
“i’m— i’m sorry yu—”
“god no baby you were fuckin’ perfect.” he breathed out, licking over his lips— half lidded ditzy eyes looking down at you as he pumped his cock over your face. “always so so perfect for me…”
and you beamed, a sweet smile spreading across your cheeks that made his balls twitch and stiffen, jerking himself faster.
“can i just—” he struggled on a moan, small tiny strained whimpers rumbling through him as he pumped, sticky obscene shlicks! echoing through the room that only made your face grow pinker in need.
“can i please please cum on your face angel?” yuji panted. “i won’t— shlick shlick shlick— make a mess i promise you i just— you’re so so pretty and you’d look so good with my cum on your face—”
without hesitation you nodded, and he wildly grinned at your permission, feeling fucking floored that his dream was coming true and he’d finally get to unload all over you like he’d nastily wanted for so long.
“thank you thank you!—”
yuji cupped a hand under your chin and gently brought your face up to keep you in place, his fist gripping his cock so hard and suffocating it as he jack hammered, babbling utter nonsense with his fogged horny brain entirely focused on you.
“stay just like this for me okay?” he was sweating, a tingling sensation twisting through his limbs that started manifesting from his pulsing tip. “can you— can you stick your tongue out baby? please? fuck m’gonna cum m’gonna cum—”
you quickly stuck your tongue out and laid it flat, the way you were so obedient absolutely ruining him from where he stood, moans grumbling through him that only grew louder and louder the closer he tipped over the edge.
“you’re so fuckin’ good to me baby—”
the grip he had on your jaw was subconsciously tightening, so much so that your cheeks were now mushed up between his fingers and making you look sluttier than before, his feral eyes brightening at the sight.
“you’ll let me do this again right?” he gulped, thin stringy lines of cum seeping from his slit and dangling lightly over your face. “you’ll let me cum on you? on— on your tummy maybe?”
“uh huh!” you spoke through your open mouth, and he basically cried— breathing erratic and the pacing jerk he had going on so insanely fast that it was borderline animalistic, endless strings of high pitched whimpers slipping from his lips.
“fuuuuccckkk! fuck fuck i love you i love you—”
his rhythm was relentless, sticky slicks sliding and pulling over his wet cock, until a white flash blurred his vision and yuji’s entire body locked up, a cold prickle washing over him then as he shot hot spurts of his load over your stunning awaiting face, gooey and thick— dripping over your flushed cheeks as you took it with one eye blinking shut.
yuji moaned so loudly, his gaze stuck watching you like glue and refusing to look away as he painted you, squeezing everything he had out of his cock to drown you in his release, up until the very last dribbling drop.
he swallowed and tried to catch his breath, speaking up after a few panting moments, letting his softened cock rest against the side of your cheek.
“you— you okay baby?” yuji wiped his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand, a tired smile breaking out once he heard you giggle.
“mhm! i am yu.”
you licked up cum from your lips and his balls almost swelled in size again, his gaze still permanently trained on you.
“you look so pretty like this angel…” he murmured, and your heart fluttered, him collecting some of his white cum from the corner of your mouth— thumbing it through your suckling lips. “so so pretty…”
just like he’d imagined.
maybe next time he could do it on your tits!
a/n: IM OVULATING !!!!!! ALSO HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO MY SWEET MAN !!! - mdni, wc 2.1k, all characters aged up, cherry heart divider by @/angeliicide !! <3
" he's so loud.. " 𝓶egumi grumbled into your nape, annoyance prominent in his tone.
𝔂uji was snoring loudly, large bulky arms draped over you and megumi's waist as a result of his rather uncontrolled sleeping habits of moving around a lot. his head rested on your bra, mouth agape and drool pooling in your cleavage. " it's annoying. "
" when are you not annoyed by something? " you asked, combing through his pink strands. you felt his hands tighten around your waist, squeezing gently. he just let out a low hum at your statement — not confirming nor denying.
time passed, yuji's snores turned into hiccups as he prepared for a yawn, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "g'morning..." the kiss he put on your lips was lazy and gentle, full of sleep.
"morning, yuu. how'd you sleep?" he murmured a "good" against your lower lip before kissing you again, your hands molding his face gently. yuji loved your attention when he first woke up, it was the most awaited thing once he opened his eyes. it was simply routine.
megumi watched over your shoulder, leaning up on his elbow. he didn't say anything, just... observed. he had that familiar, faint dent in between his dark, thin eyebrows. he looked the same as he always did, but more annoyed than just plain grumpy. yuji eyed him, curious but in a teasing way. " jealous? "
" stop, " he got a hold on your jaw, turning you to face him. yuji stuck his tongue out at him, which megumi saw out the corner of his eye but chose not to comment on. " you haven't given me any kisses today. "
" yes, i have, " you corrected.
" mm, " he kissed where your jaw met your earlobe, trailing down to the corner of your lips. " it sounds like you have favorites to me, " he murmured.
" told you. he's jealous! " megumi pushed two fingers to his forehead, moving him back to prevent the chances of his interrogation of your favoritism being interrupted. you hadn't taken megumi to be the jealous type at all, if you were being completely honest, but you weren't complaining at all.
you puckered your lips. " no. you come get a kiss. i'm not kissing you. "
" ooh, picky. " yuji's commentary got him a pinch.
you gave into his demands with a slight laugh — there was only so far you could push megumi to be outwardly needy for affection. the kiss was special in comparison to your other kisses. more sweet, more savory, more apologetic for the fact that he was accusing you of favoritism. your hand gripped his jaw, tongues brushing against each other, relishing in the aftertaste of each other's chapstick.
they were both your favorites — your lovely boys to kiss, to love, to do anything and everything with. you pressed kisses to both their faces, alternating.
