gojo says almost nothing the whole drive, which is already suspicious. he's too quiet.
"where are we even going," nobara says, feet up on the dash.
"shopping," gojo lies with a grin. "and mayyybe a hike."
a chorus of groans rolls through in from the back. panda actually boos. yuta laughs under his breath, polite as ever, while choso sits stiff by the window.
(he said he wanted to see his brother, so…here he is.)
“last stop is picking up itadori,” gojo says, tapping the wheel. “he’s been holed up all break. have any of you seen him?”
“we texted a few times, but i think he’s busy,” megumi says.
they turn a corner and pull up to yuji's building. “home sweet home,” gojo sings, already unbuckling.
they pile out,breath fogging in the air as they walk up. choso mutters something about the condo being on the fourth floor.
knock knock.
there's shuffling inside, padded footsteps, and the door opens. yuji stands there, shirtless, hair a mess. his eyes widen a fraction when he sees all of them.
there's marks everywhere. angry red bites along his collarbone, darker bruises blooming up his neck. one just under his jaw, half-faded. a few of them down his stomach.
no one says anything, then everyone says something at once. "dude—" "what the hell?" "salmon." "yuji."
yuji blinks at them, face burning. “oh. uh. hey guys.”
gojo leans against the doorframe, grin already forming. “well, well.”
maki just stares. nobara’s eyes narrow. megumi looks away, sighing.
choso is looking directly at the marks, slowly processing. “you look…injured,” he says.
“i’m not,” yuji says quickly. “i’m fine.”
“that doesn’t look like fine,” nobara says flatly, already pushing past him. they settle in, kind of. panda flops onto the couch, inumaki pokes at a decorative pillow, yuta perches neatly at the edge of a chair, hands folded, trying not to stare at yuji’s neck. gojo snoops his nose around the kitchen.
"so you've been busy, then?" gojo asks with a smile, and yuji's ears redden as he pulls on the hoodie draped across the couch. it is very clearly not his, with the words 'happy girl' in cute lettering across the back.
“is there something you need to share?” maki deadpans.
yuji splutters out an excuse as a door clicks open and you walk out, shirt slipping off one shoulder, hair a little messy. there are marks on your neck too, blooming softly against your skin.
and in your arms is a tiny kitten, all curled up. you pause when you see them, a whole lineup of stunned, silent faces. “…hi?” you say. silence drops like a brick.
panda’s jaw actually lowers. inumaki just goes, “tuna…” nobara whips around so fast she nearly gives herself whiplash. “you have a girlfriend?”
“this is y/n,” yuji says with a smile.
“and this is mochi,” you say, holding up the kitten slightly.
“well, this explains a lot,” gojo teases, and yuji goes fully red again.
choso furrows his brows, looking at the marks splattering yours and yuji’s neck. “…this is your mate?”
yuji chokes. “choso, what did we say about talking normally—”
★ title - girlfriend tax (aka begging jjk boys for gym pics) part 2! ⋆·˚ ༘ *
★ genre - fluff, crack, suggestive ⋆·˚ ༘ *
★ rating - 16+ ⋆·˚ ༘ *
★ character - yuji, megumi, inumaki ⋆·˚ ༘ *
★ warnings - fem! reader, cursing, gym pics from pinterest, ur a freak but so are they, mentions of underage smoking in yuji's, horny teenagers, kys/death jokes, very suggestive in these (they rly jus goin freak 4 freak atp 🥹✌️) ⋆·˚ ༘ *
★ wc - 15 screenshots ⋆·˚ ༘ *
★ a/n - gojo, nanami, sukuna ver here! all fanart from pinterest, credit to the artists <3 ⋆·˚ ༘ *
THIS WORK IS WRITTEN BY A MINOR, BLOCK IF UNCOMFORTABLE!!!
pervy bf!yuji who gives you a ‘milk moustache’ with his precum and takes pictures of it for later before lowering your mouth onto his length.
pervy bf!yuji found out that you used to use your plushies / pillows to masterbate so now he rubs against them at any chance he gets.
pervy bf!yuji rings you up and tricks you into saying dirty sounding things so he can record the call and jack off to it later.
if you have something on your lips like chocolate or whipped cream, pervy bf!yuji will lean in and lick it off with a smirk.
pervy bf!yuji gets hard during petty arguments and will palm himself through his trousers while you go off at him, waiting for you to notice. sometimes he’ll even ask you to slap him across the face to atone for what he’s done, (because he’s usually in the wrong) and before you know it, his length is out and he’s stroking himself openly while his other hand rubs his sore cheek.
pervy bf!yuji who trails his fingers up your skirt in public when no one is looking, just to hear you gasp before he takes his hand away again.
pervy bf!yuji who pulls out of you and writes ‘yuji ita” on your back / ass with his come to mark you as his. (he would write his whole name but there usually isn’t enough… material)
pervy bf!yuji has cummed on pretty much all parts of you. he even makes a chart in his notes app to tick off body parts he’s covered like it’s an accomplishment.
last time, he grinded his dick desperately against the curve of your left foot, moaning loudly and holding your heel up before he went soft and your foot was covered with come. he did the right foot about a day later.
in summer, pervy bf!yuji uses your cooling neck towel and wraps it around his length, hissing at the cold as he slowly rubs it up and down the heat of his dick. later when he sees you looking for it he’ll hand it to you and watch you cover your face with it, grinning innocently.
the soft glow of your bedside lamp was the only thing lighting up the room, casting a warm hue over the blankets on your bed where you were currently buried. yuji was heavy against you, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm as he used your stomach as his personal pillow. he was a literal human heater, but you didn't mind the warmth at all. his broad shoulders took up most of the space, and he looked so incredibly peaceful compared to the chaos he usually dealt with during the day.
you reached out, your fingers diving into the messy, spiky strands of his strawberry pink hair. it was surprisingly soft, despite how gravity-defying it usually looked. on the nightstand, you had a stray pack of hello kitty hair clips that you’d bought on a whim, and you couldn't resist the urge to reach for them.
"hey, what are you doing back there?" yuji mumbled, his voice muffled by your sweatshirt as he nuzzled closer into your lap. he didn't move to stop you, though; in fact, he tilted his head back just a little to give you better access.
"just making you look even prettier than usual," you whispered back, carefully sliding a tiny pink bow clip into a section of his hair. then another one. and another.
yuji let out a little huff of a laugh, the vibration of it tickling you. "pretty, huh? i bet i look real tough right now. if gojo-sensei  walked in, he’d never let me live this down. he’d probably take a picture and set it as his lockscreen just to spite me."
"well, luckily for you, gojo isn't here," you said, smoothing down a stray hair and adding a fourth clip near his temple. "you look adorable, yuji. the pink matches your hair perfectly. it’s like they were made for you."
he groaned playfully, but he turned his face upward to look at you, his big brown eyes full of nothing but affection. his cheeks were slightly flushed from the heat of the blankets. "as long as you think i look good, i guess i can handle being a hello kitty mascot for the night. are there a lot of them?"
"just enough," you smiled, leaning down to kiss the tip of his nose. "you’re being very well-behaved. do you want a reward?"
yuji grinned, that wide, goofy smile that always made your heart skip a beat. he reached up, grabbing your hand and pulling it down so he could nuzzle his face into your palm. "my reward is just staying right here. seriously, i could stay like this for a hundred years. your bed is way more comfortable than mine, and you smell way better than my room does."
"that’s because you live with boys who train all day," you pointed out, scratching the back of his neck, which earned you a soft, contented sigh.
he closed his eyes again, shifting his weight so he was tucked right against your side, his arms wrapping around your waist in a loose but grounding hug. "yeah, maybe. but even if they used all the scented candles in the world, it wouldn't be the same. you're just... you're home. you know?"
you felt a swell of warmth in your chest that had nothing to do with the blankets. you continued to play with the clips, twisting the pink hair around your fingers. "i know. i feel the same way."
"good," he murmured, his voice trailing off as he started to drift. "don't take them out yet. i want to see if i can sleep with them in. just don't tell anyone i've gone soft."
"your secret is safe with me," you promised, leaning your head back against the headboard and watching him fall asleep with a head full of pink clips.
yuji itadori does not know how to play fight normally.
it always starts innocent.
you poke his side while he’s distracted. or steal his phone. or say something absolutely outrageous like, “i think i’m stronger than you.”
he freezes and slowly turns his head.
“…what?”
you shrug, way too casual. “i said what i said.”
there’s a pause. then his lips twitch. his shoulders roll once, like he’s gearing up for something serious.
“ohhh,” he says, dragging it out. “you wanna go?”
“relax,” you laugh. “i’m joking.”
he grins. “too late.”
before you can react, he lunges quickly and gently grabs your wrists, pushing you back until you stumble onto the couch. he follows immediately, caging you in with his body, knees on either side of your legs and hands still holding your wrists above your head.
“yuji!” you laugh, squirming. “that’s cheating!”
“nope,” he says proudly. “this is strategy.”
you try to buck him off. bad idea.
he laughs, full and bright, completely delighted, and shifts his weight just enough to keep you pinned without actually hurting you.
“you’re strong,” he says, impressed. “but not that strong.”
you glare up at him. “get off.”
“make me.”
you do the only reasonable thing.
you tickle him.
the sound he makes is undignified.
he yelps, immediately letting go of one of your wrists to grab at your hands, laughter bubbling out of him uncontrollably. his balance falters for half a second- just enough.
you take your chance.
you twist, shove him sideways, and suddenly you’re the one on top, knees planted on either side of his hips, hands pressed to his chest.
“ha!” you say triumphantly. “what was that about strategy?”
he blinks up at you, stunned.
then he laughs again, softer this time, eyes bright.
“…okay, that was fucking hot.”
“yuji!”
“what?” he grins. “you won!”
you sit back smugly. “exactly.”
he doesn’t move right away. just lies there, hands resting loosely at your thighs, looking way too content for someone who just got taken down.
“…you gonna let me up, baby?” he asks.
you tilt your head. “maybe.”
his hands tighten just slightly, thumbs brushing your legs in a way that’s very intentional now.
“you know,” he says, voice dropping just a bit, “i could flip us back over.”
you lean closer, smiling sweetly. “you won’t.”
“wanna bet?”
he moves in a flash- rolling you both until you’re back underneath him again, but this time he doesn’t pin your wrists. instead, his forearms brace on either side of your head, hovering, giving you room.
he looks down at you, breathing a little heavier now, grin softer, gaze warmer.
“truce?” he asks.
you pretend to think about it. then nod. “truce.”
he collapses onto you immediately.
full body weight. arms and legs everywhere. face tucked into your neck.
“yuji,” you groan. “this is not a truce. this is an ambush.”
he hums contentedly. “mm. feels like a win to me.”
you wrap your arms around him anyway, laughing.
play fighting with yuji always ends like this- messy, warm, tangled together, both of you breathless and smiling like idiots.
𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ yuji itadori needs to express his love for you—from the bottom of his heart and gut—regardless of the fact that you're ovulating.
*:･ﾟ✧ tw! : mdni. nsfw. smut, modulo yuji but lowk s1 ver?, established relationship, crack start ig, ovulation but reader is lowk strict instead of horny, bf!yuji but he is lowk up for being a dad, soft yuji, needy yuji?, clingy → mature yuji, strict → soft n needy reader, make outs, rough sex, back scratching, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, belly bulge, pull out method, brief jerking off, etc.
"baby, can we please do it? just this once! I swear I'll pull out!"
your baby boyfriend's whine rings out in the otherwise quiet living room which is only filled with the sounds coming from whatever movie you played on the tv, his voice close to you as he is now clinging to your waist, trying to motorboat you.
"yuji."
your voice is just as strict and cold as his is whiny and stubborn, contrasting him as your blank gaze shifts from the large glowing screen to his face.
"I'm fucking ovulating. do you get what that means? you could be a dad very soon if we do it raw."
your hand comes up then, trying to shrug him off you as he whines and only clings harder like the stubborn brat he was raised to be.
"but I just promised that I'll pull out! don't you trust me?"
"trust, my ass. the last time you said it, I was almost on the verge of getting pregnant. thank goodness that I was on contraception."
your voice doesn't waver in the slightest, just as fixed and made up as before even when his hands start to roam over your body, squeezing the sides of your waist to lure you in and massaging your soft tummy, receiving a swat to his hand as he tries to inch it closer between your legs.
"but—but I just wanna feel you! feel how your pussy changes—walls get so soft and hot, they squeeze me so good! and—and you get so soooo wet, it's like you squ—"
your hand collides with his mouth in a loud smack, cutting off his horny gushing as his loud, pained groan with a muffled ouch! sounds behind your palm over his mouth.
"w-wha—"
"dare you to continue your ramble anymore, and I'm fuckin' kicking your ass."
your monotone, straight voice is sharp in his ears as you sharply swoop in, eyes glaring and slightly squinted at the edges in a girlfriend glare, yet he doesn't miss it as his eyes instantly light up—the way your cheeks dust cherry red.
"okay, okay I'm sorry," yuji's voice—surprisingly—is soft now as he catches your hand that's over his mouth, detaching it from his face to tangle his fingers together with yours.
a sweet kiss presses into the back of your hand as he breathes against it, lips curled into a soft, gentle smile.
"I know it's asking for too much... but I just, love you soo much. and you know that, right? I can't help getting like this everytime we are together. and..."
he lets out a soft breath. lips all pink and soft brushing against your dorsum as his fingers slightly tighten over yours. his free hand sliding up his nape to scratch the back of his head lightly with a tilted smile.
"it's not even like, I care about forever being just a boyfriend or husband to you. I love you, more than anything or anyone else. so if you were to ever be the mother of my children, do you think I'll abandon you?"
oh. there he goes.
his sweet, dreamy words. straight out of those books. the words that every girl craves to hear from her man.
yet here he is, not even trying yet oh so naturally sugarcoating his words with his pure love and affection for you to get into your head. your heart. the heart that beats just for him. races just for him. pounds just for him.
you don't even recognise your own voice when it comes out now. don't even realise when your lips part. letting out a breath that you didn't know you were holding back. voice all shaky and soft and small. eyes darting away. not vulnerable. or weak. just gentle. honest. pure.
"....I'm trusting you this time."
his hands are everywhere. roaming. squeezing. fondling. holding. pressing. on the bulge that forms on your tummy everytime he pulls out and pushes back in. then pulls out again, only to push in again.
"feels good, doesn't it?"
his voice is breathy and hard yet soft when it comes out. deep against your flushed ear. warm breath hitting your sensitive skin. fanning your ear.
your cry comes out broken. cracked. yet all the more sweet and pretty as his free hand comes up to squeeze the underside of your left breast. the other squeezing the side of your waist.
"ungh—feels good, so good. more—ahh!"
you gasp. eyes all glossy and wide and quivering as his hips snap into yours. pelvis smacking against your swollen clit as he leans forward. big hand cupping your cheek as his nose brushes yours.
"mhm, I know pretty. I know. just hold on tight."
you moan into his mouth as your lips meet halfway. hungry and starving and loving all at once as he picks up his pace.
your nails dig into his shoulders. scraping and scratching down and up his back. leaving behind crimson trails in their wake.
yuji hisses. groans. all muffled into the cavern of your hot and wet mouth as you take his tongue down your throat. suck and swallow everything he has to offer. drool and spit pooling and spilling down the corner of your mouth.
his hips are just as devoted and relentless. shoving and thrusting and ramming between your legs.
your pussy gushes all over his cock oh so prettily. sweetly. gooey sugar syrup dripping down your red slit and his balls. a creamy white, thick ring coating the base of his cock as your mixed cum splatters over your tummy and thighs and his abs with each relentless thrust.
his cockhead leaks creamy streaks into your vagina. poking your cervix. cock throbbing and pulsing and twitching wildly inside your tight and hot, narrow cavern. walls thick and spongy and creamy, sucking him back in every time he pulls out, forcing him to ram back in with a loud groan.
"fuck—you're taking me soo good, baby. such a sweet girl. my sweet girl. all mine."
your heart does a stutter. a flip. pounding and thumping fast against your chest. tummy ticklish with butterflies swarming in from his words despite the heat flooding and dominating your body and senses.
"y-yes—yours, all y-yours! only yours—"
he coos. chuckles. voice all breathy and raspy and breath hard as he is now clinging to your waist. welcoming your small hands that scratch his back. face hot between your bouncing tits as he leans to the side to take one in his mouth. moaning.
his tongue flicks over the hardened bud. swirling and twisting over your areola like a serpent. as his lips suck onto the pebble nub. one arm around your waist and squeezing the side as his other hand reaches for your other tit. fondling and squeezing and pinching your nipple.
your back arcs. giving him further access to feast on you. your sweet body. his favourite delicacy.
"y-yuji, I-I'm close—gonna c-um—!"
your whimper breaks out. sweet and sugary. broken. cracked. but at the end, all his.
"yeah? you gonna cum? come on then, pretty. give it to me. gimme all you have."
you shatter with a cry. toes curled behind his back. nails deep in his shoulders. back arched with your tits in his face.
he follows soon after. hurriedly detaching his lower half from yours as he pulls out hastily.
his hands work to jerk himself off. forehead to your shoulder and breath hard against your neck as he rapidly moves his hands over his long and thick girth.
his orgasm hits him then. a hiss parting from your cherry lips as his teeth sink into your neck with a guttural sound from deep within his chest. hips bucking hard into his slippery palms for the last time before he cums.
you whimper as you feel it. thick ropes of hot semen shooting out and over your soft belly as he ejaculates. coating your hot skin in his burning desire as he pants into your neck. mind dazed and vision mutually hazy as you path simultaneously with him while his tongue swirls over the deep mark he just left behind, kissing away all the pain and discomfort.
"I love you."
your voice is soft when you blurt out. breathy. uneven. small. shaky on flooding emotions. maybe from hormones. maybe from love.
his hand comes up then. messy with his sweat and desire. tangling your fingers together with his. breath soft and loving and warm against your cheek as his lips press a kiss into your skin. into your very soul. curled in a loving smile as his words ring into your ears.
"I love you, too."
🥀 was gonna make this freaky and full blown smutty but it turned out to be soft in the end TT
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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summary: your boyfriends annoying crush on jennifer lawrence is something that makes you so insecure, luckily he knows just how to comfort you. 💌 fluff, drabble. art credits - tiramisooooh on x.
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"i just hate it, she looks nothing like me!" you yell to yuji, your voice cracking purposely to let him know that this isn’t just jealousy. it’s insecurity which has been sitting heavy in your chest ever since stupid todo and his stupid big biceps told you about yuji's type.
you stand there with your arms crossed, trying to look annoyed, but he can see the way your eyes drop to the floor and you’re bracing for him to agree with you. for him to confirm every insecurity you have.
yuji blinks at you, stunned for a moment, because he genuinely can’t believe you’re upset over something like that. he steps closer, slow and careful, approaching you like the precious darling that he thinks you are.
“hey,” he says, reaching out to touch your cheek with his warm palm, guiding your gaze back to him. “you really think i’d ever look at someone else the way i look at you?”
you try to pull away, but he follows you, hands sliding to your waist, thumbs brushing the fabric of your shirt.
“it’s just… she’s jennifer lawrence, yuji,” you mutter, the words coming out smaller now, and you’re embarrassed to even say them. “todo says you talk about her all the time.”
yuji shakes his head, a smile tugging at his lips and his eyes soften.
“i used to talk about her because she’s funny in interviews, and yeah it was a whole thing, but that's in the past” he says, leaning in until his forehead rests against yours. “and now, the only person i talk about is you, because i’m in love with you.”
his voice drops, warm and steady, like he’s trying to anchor you with every word. “you’re the one i think about when i wake up. you’re the one i want to come home to. you’re the one i want to brag about.”
your breath catches, and he notices, brushing his nose against yours in a gentle nudge.
“i don’t want someone who looks like her,” he whispers, fingers tracing the shape of your jaw, tracing and memorising it all over again. “i want someone who looks like you. i want the person who laughs at my dumb jokes, who steals my hoodies, who makes my heart feel like it’s running a marathon every time they smile.”
you feel your shoulders loosen, the tension melting under the weight of his sincerity. yuji pulls you into his chest, arms wrapping around you with certainty.
“you’re it for me,” he murmurs into your hair, holding you like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he lets go. “jennifer lawrence is cool, sure, but she’s not the person i want to spend my whole life loving.”
you bury your face in his shirt, and he squeezes you tighter, rocking you gently, soothing every last bit of doubt out of your body.
“you don’t have to compare yourself to anyone,” he says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “i already chose you. i’ll keep choosing you.”
