#yuji drabble

[mootersun]

yuji being absolutely oblivious to his feelings for you

everyone is 18+ // yuji x fem!reader // just fluff // no use of y/n // gb yuji he's so lost man // drabble // yuji is oblivious // he's a cutie who just has his head in the clouds // he's madly in love w/ reader and just doesn't realize it // megumi and nobara will need some shots after this one lolol yuji put them THROUGH it

part one , part two

notes: had this one in the drafts for a bit and wanted to finish it, bc I thought it was just a cute lil idea <3

"You totally like her," Nobara says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world to everyone but Yuji.

"Definitely not," Yuji shakes his head immediately. "I'm pretty sure I'd know if I liked her like that."

"You sure?" Megumi snorts, and Nobara shoots him a look that alone proves her entire point.

Yuji groans, "Guys, stop… she's just like… a good friend, that's all."

Megumi rolls his eyes, "A good friend? You're practically clinging to her like a lost puppy."

"Am not."

"Yeah?" Megumi leans forward, really emphasizing his next words. "So if she walked in right now, you wouldn't be glued to her side."

"I only do that because it makes her feel safe," he answers, quickly brushing Megumi off.

Nobara chokes back a laugh, "Her? Please. More like you're so damn whipped you're basically turning into her guard dog."

"I swearrrr," Yuji drags out his words, lip jutting into a pout, looking pitiful as ever.

"Then explain why you're always making excuses to touch her," Megumi cuts in, looking at him like there's no way he can talk his way out of this one.

"What do you mean?" He actually pauses, taking a moment to think it over. "I never do that– I mean, yeah, we hug a lot… and I pick her up sometimes, maybe spin her around a bit, but like so what? Every guy does that."

They both just stare at him, wide-eyed like this is the moment when it should all dawn on him, that he's madly in love with you.

"... No, they don't??" They both say in unison after a moment, realizing that Yuji is beyond the point of help.

Yuji blinks. "They don't?"

"God," Nobara mutters, her hands rubbing down her face, trying to process how it's even possible to be this oblivious.

"He's worse than we thought," Megumi adds, shaking his head, partly pitying his friend for being so unaware of his own feelings.

"Wait– you guys have been talking about me?" Yuji looks between them, a little shocked they would do such a thing.

"Only because you're so damn oblivious it's painful," Megumi says flatly.

"I swear I don't–"

"Then what do you like about her?" Megumi cuts him off again, not having any of Yuji's excuses.

For a second, Yuji doesn't answer—too caught up in trying to figure out where to even start. God, there's too much, too many little things he likes about you, that he can't even begin to narrow it down.

He lets his eyes wander to the ceiling, as if it'll help him find all the right words. "I mean… everything? Her smile, her laugh… the way her hand fits in mine."

"So you're saying you held her hand, Itadori–" Megumi's pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to find a way to get it through his thick head. "You held her goddamn hand."

"Yeah?" Yuji rubs the back of his neck, smiling a little. "Her hands were small too, so perfect in my hands… like they were made just for mine–"

They're still staring at Yuji when it finally hits him. 

"Holy shit I'm in love with her." 

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[reveries0fmine]

bf!yuji teaching you how to fight ꪆৎ sfw, fluff, established relationship, gn!reader

"Make sure your middle knuckles are touching your cheeks. Like they're framing your face,"

"Like this?" you hold your hands up and level them with the sides of your face.

"Yeah, that's good!" he nods. "Now punch." he says, watching you carefully and waiting for your next move.

You piston your fist forward with focus, and then turn to face him once you're done, waiting for his feedback.

"That was better than earlier." he gives you a thumbs-up and moves to stand infront of you. "Now hit me."

The smile that had formed on your face because of his approval fades immediately. "What? Are you serious?"

He chuckles at your stunned expression. "I am. C'mon what are you waiting for?" he beckons.

"Okay..." you take a deep breath, still unsure of how to proceed. You stare at his form, deciding where you should throw your fist, and punch.

One of his hands immediately comes up to push your fist away and dodge.

You involuntarily let out a dissatisfied hum before punching again.

The more you punch, the more he dodges, and the more frustrated you become.

"Stop cheating! Just let me hit you—" you huff, but can't stop yourself from smiling.

Laughter bubbles out of him at the sight. "I'm not cheating!"

"You are, you keep dodging." you groan in annoyance and let your hands fall at your sides, seemingly giving up.

He drops his fighting stance to instead stand upright with his hands on his hips. He looks down at you with a bright smile. "Okay, okay I promise I'll let you hit me this time."

You fold your arms over your chest. "No, forget it, I don't wanna do this anymore."

His smile turns into a pout as he inches closer to you. "What? No, c'mon. I'm sorry—"

You notice the way his shoulders drop, and how he lets his guard down.

Taking the opportunity before it slips away, you pounce on him, and make him fall back.

His back hits the mat with a soft thump and a quiet 'ow...' escapes him. One of his hands reaches up to rub at the back of his head, his eyes fluttering open to adjust to the new position.

When his eyes open, he sees you straddling his lap, your hands resting on his chest, and a proud grin donning your face.

"I got you," your smile widens.

He stares up at you with wide eyes and parted lips. "... you did." he mutters, like he's still processing the situation.

You laugh at how clueless he is. "Bet you didn't expect that, right?"

He seals his lips and swallows the lump in his throat. His hands move to rest on your hips. "... I didn't." he answers, still dazed.

"Hello? Earth to Yuji?" you lean down to be face to face with him. His pupils are slightly more dilated than usual. "Don't tell me you got a concussion, I didn't even throw you hard." you inspect his face even further.

He shakes his head. "No! I'm fine, it's just..."

"Just what?" you tilt your head.

He diverts his gaze, and his face flushes. "You look pretty. All proud of yourself and stuff..." his hands trail up to caress the sides of your waist.

Now it's your turn to blush and go speechless.

At your silence, he tentatively looks at you again. "Sorry... I probably shouldn't have said that out loud."

"It's fine, I just don't really know what to say..." your words trail off.

"You don't need to say anything, just..." he tilts his head up to close the gap between you both.

It doesn't take you long before you take the hint and meet him halfway, your lips melting against one another in a soft kiss. As you lean even further down into him, his hands now wrap around your middle and gently caress the expanse of your back. His arms cage you against him as his lips continue to move against yours.

The two of you eventually break apart to catch your breaths, your foreheads resting against one another.

His eyes remain fixed on your puffy lips. "... I'm so lucky." he sighs, and lets his head fall back against the mat.

You chuckle at the sight before moving off of him to instead lie down next to him.

His hand reaches for yours, while he drapes his other arm across his eyes, trying to hide how flustered he still was. You lace your fingers together and stare up at the ceiling.

Maybe this self-defense lesson didn't go as planned, but you couldn't complain.

Not when you instead spent that same lesson being reminded of why you chose Yuji.

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a/n: idk the first thing abt fighting or boxing pls dont kill me for this... also this was supposed to be short but i got carried away like always!!

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[aenais]

so strong

i. yuji | 18+ — rough sex, marking

Itadori Yuji forgets his own strength. He forgets pretty much everything, actually, when he’s buried in your tight heat like this.

His pace is desperate, relentless. Pounding into you so hard you feel it all the way in your stomach, your sternum, syncing up with the beat of your heart. He’s rough, gripping your waist, blunt fingernails digging into your flesh until dark red crescents bloom beneath them. He grunts and moans and pleads your name against the skin of your throat, his breath puffing warm and heavy against you as he slams his length into you over and over and over and…God, it kind of hurts. 

“Yuu,” you mutter. 

Your voice drowns amidst the sound of his broken whines in your ear, amidst the heady rhythmic slap of his hips into yours. You twist your fingers into his hair, tugging his head back until lust-blown eyes are gazing dazedly back at you. “Yuji,” you say. 

He smiles. He’s still thrusting into you, pace barely faltering—molding your aching pussy around him—and yet, he has the audacity to smile like that. That soft, little Yuji smile. “Hi, pretty,” he whispers, dragging his fingers up to your waist, using his newfound leverage to yank you into him again and again. “Is it good?” he asks, wide-eyed. “‘m I makin’ you feel good?” 

It’s hard to say anything but yes, fucking yes, when his girth is spearing you open like this, but the longer you go, the more it starts to ache, your limbs locking up and your spine protesting the angle. 

“Ah—!” you cry out at a particularly hard thrust, “Yuji baby, it—ngh—it hurts.” 

He freezes.  

His face jerks a foot away from yours, brown eyes flitting over your expression. “Fuck,” he breathes, the word a terrified note, ringing through the now-silent room. 

You pant, catching your breath, adjusting your position beneath him. Then you’re carding your fingers through cotton-pink hair and giggling as you bump your foreheads together. “So eager,” you murmur, kissing him slow and sweet, tasting the salt of his sweat.  

He’s tense as a rock. You pull away to look at him, but before you can even ask what’s wrong he’s rubbing soft circles into your waist and carefully pulling out of you. You gasp, gripping his muscled shoulders, and immediately, his arms are wrapping protectively around you. 

“Y/N,” he says, voice low, tight with fear. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, baby.” 

“What?” you ask dumbly. 

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he mutters, cradling the back of your head in his wide palm and pressing a kiss into your hair. “You’re so soft and–and delicate, and—fuck. I always forget. Always fuckin’ forget my strength.” 

He kisses you over and over: your scalp, the crown of your head, your cheek. He pulls back to look you in the eyes and pure, abject terror is written all over his face. “Yuji,” you say, shaking your head. “Relax, baby. I’m fine.” 

“No, but,” and now his lip is wobbling and, Jesus, you don’t know what to do—you cradle his jaw in your palms and stare at him in disbelief. “I hurt you,” he says, throat raw. “I hurt you, Y/N. Look.”

His gaze tracks down your body, and you follow it. 

You notice, then, the collection of marks across your skin, mapping everywhere Yuji has been. The blooming bruise at your hipbone where he was gripping you. The rings of mottled purple around your thighs, where his fingers had dug into your flesh. The bite-mark on your waist, the hickeys on your chest. 

It’s hot, you think. The evidence of your sweet, sunny Yuji—the evidence of his want, of his sins. Stained all over you.

You’re about to say as much, but he looks nothing short of tortured. His gaze darts from mark to mark, and before you know what’s happening, his broad frame is moving down the bed and he’s kissing all over you, pressing his lips to every single bruise. 

“Sorry, baby,” he murmurs, kissing the one on your waist. 

“’m sorry.” Warm lips against the blotch on your hip. 

“Sweet girl.” Against the bite-mark between your breasts. 

“My perfect girl.” His tongue flattens against your skin, dragging hot and slick over your nipple as he tweaks the other between his fingers, and you keen, high and needy, throwing your head back. 

“Let me make it up to you,” he begs. “Lemme make you feel good.” 

“Always do, baby,” you babble, losing all sense of sanity as his mouth, his touch, his heat overtakes you. Tracing slow and gentle—too gentle—against your body. “More,” you demand. “‘m fine, Yuu—want more, need it. Need your cock again.” 

“No,” he says. Quiet, but firm. The muscles in his back shift as he settles between your thighs, amber eyes gleaming as he stares up at you.

“Not till you’re nice n’ ready for me, bunny. Not till I know you can take it.”  

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[ickyuji]

cw: yuji is a little dumb and forceful + a.b.o! dynamics + problematic strength gap couple

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 puppyboy! yuji on his first night back after you adopt him is a mess.

excitement palpable, lips parted to pant— head nodding off in your direction every chance he gets. frowning when you push his head away when he gets too close, it’s all chaos. but the real challenge comes when it’s finally time to sleep. pink hair ruffled from his incessant need for pets peaking out from under your covers he’s strong armed himself in.

you’d given him a place to sleep— respectable, bed of his own. but the second you introduced him to the area he was all growls and bared teeth. not at you, never at you; but the empty and cold and loneliness of it made him feel off. so now here he was, sturdy… big body wiggling himself up and up so he was braced on either side of you. looking down at you while the wag of his stupidly strong tail knocked the blanket off you both.

“thank you for bringing me home.” he smiled, the most cheery hybrid from where you got him, that same aura of brightness following him here too. barely letting you get in one of your own before he leaned his warm nose down to your cheek. “you smell good.” yuji quipped. followed by rapid little breaths, like he was savoring your warmth.

letting the tickle of it simmer for a second, you gifted him with a giggle. that was enough to send him over the edge.

you didn’t know he would react this way to something so natural, but the moment those hiccup’s left— hands that kept him hovered over you dropped down to your face. holding you in place while the muscles in his body contracted. the most he could describe the feeling as was pure happiness, happy he made you laugh.

he didn't feel it, didn't make the conscious decision for his hips to start rocking against the plane of your hip. didn't know he was doing it until a little tremor ran up his spine, something felt good and he didn't know what it was. you were ignorant to the feeling too, at first you thought he was getting comfortable, a little worried he was getting too close and intimate yes— but nothing that denoted anything malicious.

maybe it was because he didn't mean it that you didn't pick up on it. not until he openly whined, until his tongue lolled out of his mouth and he was drooling on you that it clicked. but a simple shove from you wasn't nearly enough to knock him off you. he was too sturdy, much bigger and heavier than anything you could throw off; your own legs rising to try and gain any sort of leverage or momentum, it wasn't until you whined that he peeled himself off you.

gaze glazed over, a line of drool connecting the pink of his tongue to the heat of your cheek fully glistening with the remains of his unhinged jaw. eyes open, he knew you were looking up at him in a sort of horror that sent another thrill down his spine- he didn't know what that was, or what any of this was. he'd heard of a prey drive, but any and all information that made him think too hard rolled off his back like water. looking down at you with equally wide eyes and still twitching hips, he didn't mean it. you just smelled so good, and were so warm, and- "yuji!"

ah, well that was it for him.

too lost in the little thoughts that rarely rattled in his dumb brain, he didn't hear or notice the squeak of the bed- or the jolt of your body when his innocent little ruts had turned rough. or the suspicious wet, sticky mess bleeding through his boxers; making a mess of the sliver of skin he'd been rutting on. his own concern showing when he sat up off you, kneeling with you still settled still and quiet while watching him tug his boxers down.

inquisitive, his hands pulled a still hard length free. hissing, the cold air of the room cooling him down in an unpleasant way. grabbing the base of his spent cock, squeezing with the swell coloring the band of skin he was currently holding. looking up at you like you knew what was going on, but you were too busy simmering. not even mad that he had used you to get off, upset that you were wet and throbbing and his big dumb head was too ignorant to notice.

[proudgoonette777]

cw: nsfw, aged up itafushi

megumi who loves pleasing yuji but never rly wants to be touched

it might be nice in the future, he knows he’ll eventually want it, but he doesn’t really need it. he likes yuji, likes the way he looks and how he tastes and smells—megumi feels like it’s enough to just give to him.

sneaking into yuji’s room and under the blanket as the sun is rising bc he misses him and doesn’t really know how to express it any other way. yuji stirs awake and isn’t even surprised at the sensation, used to it, tangles his fingers into gumi’s fluffy hair and lets him suck his cock down into his mouth >.>

“h-hi—“ yuji breathes, blinks his eyes open to look down at the way megumi’s lips are stretched around him, fat bubbles of spit pouring down the length and pooling up at the base. his vision, still a little blurry, makes out the rise and fall of the blanket from the way gumi is bobbing his head.

“you—haah—couldn’t sleep?”

and megumi just says mm mm, relaxes his throat so he can sink further down. he delights in the pretty sounds yuji always makes- low, sleepy groans that are just loud enough so only they can hear them. likes the way yuji always coaches him through it: just like that, suck the whole thing.. you’re just perfect, aren’t you? feels so good.

yuji thinks his best friend is some kind of incubus. always so happy to get it from him, dragging all the pleasure out his cock and praise out of his mouth, drinks it all up in one and still leaves yuji needing at the end. he wants to make it last but he can’t take his eyes off of him quickly enough, the visual is too much. he cums with an airy whine, dick twitching out ropes inside of megumi’s mouth. he feels.. eager. wants to push through the limp feeling in his body so he can get up and return the favor this time.

but megumi is spent already, crawls up yuji’s body a little to curl up against his chest under the blanket.

yuji pinches his shoulder lightly, playfully. “are you sure you don’t want me to-“

“im fine.” megumi shakes his head, content. “wanna go to sleep.”

[niki-phoria]

⋆｡°✩ I COULDN'T BE MORE IN LOVE

small gestures of affection with itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, gojo satoru, and kamo choso

notes: gn reader (no pronouns used), some of these don't really fit the prompt but whatever lol, cw for mentions of blood/injuries in megumi and choso's, inspired by this prompt list by @euthymiaaa not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from the 1975 - i couldn't be more in love

“yuuji,” your voice cuts through the chaos swirling throughout ITADORI YUUJI’S mind effortlessly. he freezes, swiftly turning on his heel to face you. you softly smile as you take a step closer to him, gesturing to the mess of fabric messily woven into itself. “do you need some help?”

“yeah,” yuuji nods, tugging at his tie until it falls flat against his chest once again. “some help would be nice.”

taking the fabric into your hands, you weave the ends together to form a small knot near the center of yuuji’s chest. carefully, you slide it upwards until it sits snugly at the center of yuuji’s neck. “you’ve never had to wear a suit before, have you?”

“i’m sorry,” he nervously chuckles. he unconsciously raises a hand, absentmindedly brushing a hand through the little hairs near the nape of his neck. “i’ve never had a reason to dress up before.”

you simply chuckle in response, reaching up and attempting to smooth away the wrinkles in the fabric. your fingertips trace the edges, hiding away any loose threads or imperfections from the tailoring. “it’s alright. i don’t mind.”

you reach upwards, caressing his cheek with your thumb. your fingertips brush against the edges of the small curse marks beneath his eyes, making yuuji smile brightly. “you look really nice, yuuji.”

a light flush spreads across his face, tinting his face a deep pink. he smiles softly, replying, “but not as good as you.”

“you’re awake.” 

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI softly groans, squinting up at the ceiling above as the blurriness slowly begins to clear from his vision. he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment before the ringing in his ears dissipates, leaving only the quiet hum from a nearby fan to fill the silence. 

the first thing megumi notices is your eyes. if he didn’t know any better, he would have missed the eyebags that he could’ve sworn weren’t there this morning and the slight nervous shake in your hands when you reach over to pass him a bottle of water. guilt settles into the pit of his stomach before he can will it away. “what happened?”

“a curse hit you into a wall. ieiri said it was a severe concussion.” megumi nods. reaching up, he carefully brushes a hand against the bandages wrapped tightly around his forehead. he can still vaguely taste the blood that filled his mouth after the injury. “don’t worry. i took care of the curse.” 

“thank you.” he sighs, carefully pushing his body to sit upwards. “i’m sorry i worried you.”

megumi’s breath catches in his throat when you reach over, taking his hands into your own. blood rushes to his cheeks, spreading an embarrassingly obvious flush across his features. butterflies swarm throughout his stomach in waves as your fingertips trace along the fresh bruises staining his pale skin before you settle for intertwining your hands together. “i’m just glad you’re safe,” you smile, sealing your promise with a soft squeeze.

GOJO SATORU awakens to the sight of sunlight threatening to break through the closed blinds. rays of light illuminate your bedroom, casting a golden glow across your features. he groans as he rolls onto his side, stretching out his tired limbs beneath the covers. 

your quiet chuckle from beside him breaks him out of his trance. satoru blinks the sleepiness away from his eyes as he shifts, moving to face in your direction. stray strands of white hair frame his sharp features. your gaze the jagged edges of the few scars that litter his bare chest, admiring the aspects that make him human.

without the usual blindfold covering his face, your gaze rises to meet satoru’s. his eyes are the colour of the ocean. the shine like gemstones - brilliant and blue. you reach upwards, carefully carding your hand through his bangs. the strands are soft against your skin as you weave them in between your fingertips; he sighs as your nails gently massage against his scalp. “good morning, satoru.”

under the safety of your comforter, satoru allows the weight of the world to slip off of his shoulders. he smiles softly, shuffling across the sheets to entangle your bodies together. his hands skim the hem of his stolen t-shirt; his fingertips threaten to slip beneath the fabric to ghost against your bare skin. he leans in, pressing a feather-light kiss against your cheek as he wraps his arms around you. “morning.”

“i’m sorry.”

KAMO CHOSO can feel the gentle burn of ice against his fingertips as he carefully holds the ice pack against your face. hues of purple and green bloom against your cheek, staining your skin with the temporary consequences of being too headstrong in a fight. dark, worried eyes meet your own when he looks up. “for what?”

you catch your bottom lip between your teeth, anxiously chewing on the flesh until choso takes your hand into his own. he unconsciously rubs his thumb against your knuckles, tracing the scars decorating your skin - a gentle reminder to relax before your teeth cause a new wound. “being stubborn. dragging you into the fight. not waiting for backup.”

choso’s lips quirk into a slight frown. “i’m not upset at you,” he begins. you flinch slightly when he adjusts the angle of the ice pack until it presses against a fresh area of the bruise. the shake in his hands is unmistakable when he brushes his fingertips against the edge of your jaw. “it… worries me,” he mumbles. his gaze has fallen, now staring at the bandages woven tightly around your bicep. his anxiety had provided enough positive energy to prevent any serious injuries, but you still needed stitches after he dragged you into the safety of shoko’s office. “when you’re reckless. your body isn’t as easy to heal as mine is.”

“i’m sorry i worried you.” you reach up, pulling choso’s hand away from your face. “i’ll be more careful next time.” you toss the ice pack to the side; choso’s cheeks flush when you press a feather-light kiss against his knuckles. “thank you.”

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[phoenixasks]

Throughout the years, not once did Yuji stop to think about what he had.

Until today.

Seeing you in a black dress—you had insisted on no white the day you went to the boutique with him—made his stomach churn and heart squeeze.

He had you. He had your touch and gaze, a gaze no longer his. The realization didn't hit him until now.

Gone are the days you confessed your love and he thought you were joking. Gone are the days you would stare at him like he was the sun.

You were Megumi's now, to have and to hold.

[sunaskura]

random yuji headcanon

i like to imagine that yuji is generally an easy going, nonconfrontational guy but the moment someone uses the wrong tone with you he can't help but lose his cool. it's not some big explosion but he definitely is no longer sporting his signature smile. if it's someone that you both see on a daily basis because they're in your friend group he doesn't bother to go out of his way to include them in the group conversation/activity like he usually does. he may even glare at them when they speak until they apologize for their mistake.

i just think yuji is a sweetie pie with a soft spot for his shy friend </3 he wouldn't stand for anyone disrespecting you.