Boobs are a better pillow
Yuji Itadori x reader
TW: fluff, naked intimacy (no lustful thoughts), female reader (no pronouns but sweet girl is used) nicknames (babe, baby, sweet girl), No specific boob sized mentioned, bad writing (like always)
⊹₊⟡⋆ → In which Yuji will not accept laying down anywhere but on your boobs (without the bra)
WC: 2.2k
After a long day at work, you finally get to go home and relax with your boyfriend, Yuji.
He too was tired after a long day of killing curses and what not. All he had on his mind was getting home to you (who always gets home before him) and enjoying some quality time with you.
You and Yuji's favorite thing to do together after a long day was to embrace each other and cuddle, and that's what you both had done. You lie on your back flat against the couch as Yuji holds a remote up to the TV, flicking through shows and movies.
“Is there anything in particular you want to watch, babe?” Yuji wants to pick something both of you would enjoy watching together, but he also just can't decide for himself what he even wants to watch.
“I'm good with anything Ji.” There's that sweet nickname you've given him that he loves so much. He feels butterflies in his stomach every time he hears your voice say his nickname.
Yuji just picks a movie after struggling to find something that catches his attention. When the movie starts playing, he flips around to face you and rests his whole body flat against yours, his head on your chest as he sets the remote next to both of you.
A couple of minutes into the movie, Yuji has started to squirm against you. He’ll lift his head to reposition it back against your chest, or he’ll shift down just to shift back up. He couldn't stop moving. He was uncomfortable, and his level of comfort was starting to negatively affect yours.
“Yuji, baby. I love you, but if you don't stop moving, I'm gonna have to kick you off me.”
“Noo ok” he pouts, “I'll try to stop. it's just…mmh…”
“Just what?” you ask him when his face flushes pink and he doesn't finish his sentence.”
Yuji lifts his head off your chest and turns it so his chin is resting back on it.
He looks up into your eyes with furrowed brows that wrinkle his forehead, his bottom lip sticking out in a pout, he looks like a whining puppy.
But puppies' cheeks don't turn pink like his. He looked embarrassed to say what he was about to say next.
“Your bra is making it hard to get comfy, is all.” he pouts even more, hoping to convince you with his eyes to take it off.
“Yuji….”
“Mmhmplease. Can we take it off?”
“Why do you have to lie on my chest so badly?” Don't think for a second that you didn't want it off. Of course you did. Bras were like an invention from hell, comfort wise. But what was worse about bras wasn't actually wearing them. It was the hassle of having to take them off, especially when you were so tired and already resting comfortably.
“Why don't we find a more comfortable position for you?” you offer to him.
“NoO please… I wanna stay here. Isn't your bra uncomfortable anyway? You always complain about it when taking it off.” He got you there. He paid too much attention to you sometimes, not like you were complaining about it, though.
You've had a long day, though, and have honestly just ignored the uncomfortableness. Too tired to bother taking it off.
“I complain that much?”
With a nod of his head, he responds. “You even let out this cute sigh of relief the moment you take it off.
“I do not.” you argue with him.
“Yes huh.”
This conversation had caused a playful argument between you two. Both of you are too stubborn to let the other one win. When you ran out of things to say, you refused to stay silent and let him win.
With all of the strength you could muster up, you flip your body around, throwing Yuji off of you. He fell to the floor with an ‘oumf’ next to the couch.
Hiding your face in the backrest of the couch. You turn your back to Yuji, who remains lying on the floor.
Yuji gets up and leans his chin on the couch cushion next to your head so you can hear his whispers meant for you.
“Babe…” he whined to you like a child.
“Please?” he begged like a puppy wanting attention.
When you still didn't respond to him and continued to give him the cold shoulder, he became more persistent in getting your attention. He gets quiet behind you, standing up to his feet.
When no other noises come from him, you get worried that you had taken it too far and had accidentally hurt his poor feelings. Turning around with an apologetic look on your face, you're ready to apologise to him.
You twist your neck. Front half still facing the backrest of the couch, but your face is looking behind you to Yuji. Only Yuji wasn't where you had left him anymore.
“Uh! Yuji?!” you call out to him, thinking he had sulked off to go cry to himself to tease you.
Instead of a response from him, you get a noise coming from behind the couch.
Turning around to the back of the couch, you see Yuji peeking over the top of the couch at you, waiting for you to notice him. When you do, with a grin on Yuji's face, he jumps over the couch with control and gently lands back on top of you in his original cuddle position.
“AH! Yuji, come on your heavy!”
“You weren't complaining about that earlier, sweet girl.”
Yuji says playfully, his breath hitting your neck and tickling you as he laughs at your squeamishness. He had pushed his face into your neck, giving it small, sweet kisses. You could feel the way he breathed through his nose into your neck.
You kept squirming till Yuji finally laid off the kisses on your neck. Moving his lips to rest on your cheek, not to kiss, just to be close to your face as he asked his question.
“Can I please lie back down on your boobs?... no bra this time.”
He asked with confidence, thinking his kisses had lifted your spirit. Not that you were ever actually upset with him.
He was wrong. He could see on your face the conflict going on in your head.
It's not like you didn't want your bra off. You did, it's just a lot of work to do.
You'd have to sit up. Pull your arms into your shirt, then pull and twist your bra till the clasp is on your stomach for easy access. Then you'd have to actually unclasp it, throw it off, and put your arms back into your shirt sleeve, and find that comfortable position you were once in, but end up never finding it.
You understand, it's not really all that much work if you actually think about it. But after the long day you've had. Anything sounds like more work to you, and more work isn't what you want to do.
Before you could think any longer and tell Yuji ‘No,’ the answer he's dreading to hear, he speaks up once more.
“I'll take it off for you, sweet girl.” He mumbled into your cheek.
You almost didn't understand what he said, but that's impossible when he's speaking right into your cheek, next to your ear.
He lets out a little giggle as you attempt to side eye him. Struggling to meet his eyes fully, given how close his own eyes were to yours.
You don't say any words to Yuji, you just raise your arms over your head. That action of yours however, is enough to tell Yuji you're allowing him to do what he's been begging for all this time.
Yuji had gotten onto his knees for balance. Each one is placed next to your hips so he doesn't accidentally squish you in the process of taking your shirt off, now kneeling over you.
He placed his hands on your waist, giving you a quick kiss on the lips.
“Thank you, baby.” Yuji leans down to whisper into your cheek again, before gripping your shirt in his hands and pulling it off and over your head.
When he had taken your shirt off, it had tousled your hair a bit, making it messy, but neither of you cared as Yujis' next actions made your breath stop for a moment.
Yuji had tossed your shirt off somewhere across the room and moved his hands back to your body to start doing what he's been wanting to do since he had laid down on your chest.
His hands had moved back to your waist, warm from his body heat, before slowly sliding them up and behind your back to find the clasp of your bra.
You had arched your back a little to allow easy access to your back for Yuji. Pushing your chest up into his as he sweetly looked into your eyes.
So sweet, and so innocent. Yuji wasn't lustfully looking at your chest that was touching his own. He was staring deeply into your eyes, his own eyes heavy and lidded. Either from the long day he's had himself or because of all the love he feels for you.
Yuji's hands had found your bra clasp, and with experience, he had unclasped it like the countless of other times he had.
After your bra was unclasped, he leaned in closer to your face.
You met him halfway. Unarching your back to lean your shoulders up and wrap your arms around his neck for a slow kiss as his hands continued to travel up your back. The warmth from his hands lingered.
His hands traveled up to your shoulders, grasping your bra straps along the way as he released you from the kiss.
Once he had pulled your bra down your arms and off your body, you let out a big sigh of relief, feeling satisfied at the comfort that came with your bra being gone.
“See! You're doing it again. I told you, you do that.”
“Shh, whatever, Yuji.”
Now your chest is exposed. Nipples starting to stiffen from the sudden cold air. But not for long.
Yuji, with a youthful glee, had raised your bra over both of you in the air. “Yes!! Finally, it's off! Yuji Itadori, you've done it again! Another win for Yuji!” He giggled.
His laugh was so contagious that you yourself couldn't hold back your laugh from his silliness.
Yuji had tossed your bra aside as well before leaning his face back down.
With his butt high in the air, Yuji wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you impossibly closer, resting his cheek back onto your breast, blocking the continuous air flow from hitting just one of your nipples.
“See? Doesn't that feel much better, baby?”
“Put your butt down, femboy.” you say flatly in playful annoyance.
He's got you down to a T. Knowing what you're feeling and thinking before even thinking and feeling it.
“Yes ma’am.” He said in urgency, slamming his hips down to rest flat on you, just like before, when you had both started the movie.
Both of your guys' attention had returned to the movie, though it was hard to follow along and understand anything going on now, from both of you not paying attention to it earlier.
“That movie sucked.” He mumbled into your chest as his cheek and face were squished up.
“Yeah, it did.” you agree, closing your eyes as the end credits started to roll.
You're on the verge of falling asleep. After the long day you've had and Yuji's body heat and weight splayed out on top of you, how could you not after the long day you had?
The warm touch of Yuji's hand on your other naked breast had made you jump. Not expecting the touch.
“Yuji…”
“Yea baby?”
“You said you only wanted to rest on them.”
“I am”
Too tired to care for his actions, you let him continue. If anything, it was almost comforting. His warm body on you, his comforting weight grounding you, and his calloused hands not sexually squeezing or fondling, but just slightly holding and, on occasion, rubbing his thumb in circles on you softly. It's almost as if he were comforting himself.
You had fallen asleep to his comforting touch. Yuji could tell with his head pressed to your chest. It was easy to hear the moment your heartbeat settled into a steady pace. Sitting there and listening to it was like heaven to his ears, it was the only thing he could focus on other than your soft skin under his cheek and palm.
It was the loudest thing in the room, your heartbeat that is, not the TV. The TV had long been turned off after the end credits started rolling. The atmosphere was perfect for Yuji himself to fall asleep.
Streaks of sunlight had peeped in through the curtain, waking you up. Yuji's weight was still on top of you. The moment was peaceful.
When the feel of something warm running down the curve of your boob had made you jump slightly, you tried your best not to wake Yuji up after the long day he had had himself yesterday.
You looked down thinking some spider thought it was invited to the cuddle session with you and Yuji, only to not find anything, but your small jump from earlier had caused him to stir a bit and… oh… Yujis is just drooling. Mouth slightly agape and his cheek still smooshed from the curve of your breast.
Guess your boobs really were that good of Pillows.
Damn you, Yuji…
Authors Ending Note: I might come back to this and fix it up a bit, I did read over it but got lazy and just started skimming through (I hate reading my own writing - ok)
Photos found on Pinterest, Divider credits in tags
