#itadori x you

ꮼ unsurprisingly, itadori is one romantic boyfriend

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.

ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, 𝐵oxer!Yuji, who wins after surviving 12 brutal rounds, but he isn't thinking about the belt nor the cameras. He's focused on you.

"and your winner.."

The referee grips his wrist, lifting his arm proudly while the arena erupts into cheers. Fans going absolutely wild chanting his name. Commentators are yelling over one another. "What a performance from Itadori, Yuji!" 

Flashes from the cameras are all going off at once. Yuji raises his other hand as an attempt to cover his eyes. Despite all the noise he could barely hear them. His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths. Blood trickles from a cut over his eyebrow. Sweat drips from his chin. He should be celebrating like everyone else, instead his eyes are scanning the crowd. 

For you.

Unbeknownst to him, you were already making your way towards him. You are so proud of him, tears threatening to fall from those very eyes he adores so much. Training for months, just for this moment. Yet all he wanted was you sharing it with him.

The moment feels surreal. People are shouting, the lights blaring so hard they almost drown out everything else. Reporters are already climbing onto the apron, cameras pointed directly at Yuji as photographers scramble for the perfect championship shot.

But he isn't looking at any of them. His eyes keep searching. Where are you?

His coach pats his shoulder, the referee shouting something he can't make out over the deafening cheers. The championship belt is draped over him, heavy against his shoulders, but he barely notices it.

Then—

He sees you.

You're pushing your way through the crowd, tears already spilling down your cheeks. His expression changes immediately. His entire face lights up like he had won all over again.

Your eyes meet his and you spot that ridiculous grin, it's contagious. You smile back. Without another thought, he hops down from the ring.

Security immediately rushes over. "Yuji! This way—the interviews—"

"S-Sorry!" he calls over his shoulder, weaving around them. "Just one second!"

You barely have time to wipe your eyes before he's made it to you. You take in all of him standing before you. His ruffled up rosy hair, the sweat dripping from his head, the cut from his eyebrow that's still bleeding. God he looks hot.

You reach up instinctively, cupping his face as gently as if he were made of glass. "You did it," you whisper, your voice trembling.

"I did," he says with a breathless laugh.

Your thumb brushes carefully beneath his eye, avoiding the fresh cut. You analyze his pretty face. His puppy brown eyes staring back at you. "I'm so proud of you." you say gently.

His smile falters for just a second, not because he's upset. Because hearing those words from you means more than the roaring crowd ever could. He leans into your hand. His own raising to cup yours. "I kept looking for you," he admits quietly.

"I know."

"I couldn't find you."

"I was coming to you." you explained with a playful tone.

His eyes soften. "Oh."  A small laugh escapes from him "Guess we had the same idea."

The cameras finally catch up, surrounding the two of you. Yuji immediately steps in front of you, separating you from the chaos. The sudden flashes and shouting voices overwhelm the quiet moment you had shared.

For a moment, neither of you says anything. You can see the worry in his expression, the way he keeps glancing back at you to make sure you’re okay despite everything happening around him. A small smile forms on your face, touched by how naturally he puts you first.

You smile softly and reach for his hand. "Go."

He looks back, a bit shocked. "What..no. Just ignore them, baby." He whines.

You roll your eyes and squeeze his hand for a second, "We'll celebrate later. Together." You smile, looking down at your hands, letting go.

Yuji's eyes follow yours down to your hands as your fingers slowly slip from his. He doesn't move and he doesn't want to. His thumb brushes against yours one last time before you let go completely.

"...Promise?" he asks quietly.

You look back up at him. "I promise."

His shoulders relax just enough. He nods slightly satisfied.

You reach up, gently brushing a stray pink strand away from his forehead, careful not to touch the fresh cut above his eyebrow. "And after they're done..." You lean in just enough that only he can hear. "...You're all mine."

His ears instantly turn bright red. "...B-Baby..."

You smirked to yourself, a quiet laugh escaping your lips at the sight before you. Yuji remained rooted to the spot, cheeks burning as he tried—and completely failed—to recover from your teasing. His mouth opened slightly as if to say something, only for no words to come out.

You gave him one last warm smile before taking a slow step backward. "Don't keep them waiting, Yu."

You turned on your heel, your figure disappearing into the crowd of people as you made your way toward the quieter hallway beyond the arena. You knew he'd find you the moment the interviews were over. 

Yuji stood there for another heartbeat, completely frozen. "...Fuck." he mumbled under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck with a helpless grin.

"ITADORI!" his coach barked.

Yuji jolted. "Right! Coming!"

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ʚ⁺˖ » synopsis: your roommate and childhood best friend, yuji itadori, has two grave secrets: 1) he has a crush on you. 2) he's spider-man. spoiler: he's awful at keeping either.

ʚ⁺˖ » w.c: 18k, art cred: ig@/baaoozhe〃fluff, angst, smut, spiderman au, college au, living together, childhood friends, domestic fluff, cuddling, dogs, cooking together, kissing, tooth-rotting fluff, unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving), implied domestic abuse, happy ending.

ʚ⁺˖ » songs: playlist〃notes: i love spider-man and yuji so much like this actually feels like a proposal omg... ps: the playlist is like vibes i think this spider!yuji fic would have- hope you guys enjoy!!

Yuji Itadori has never wanted to be the centre of attention. Not even when he lands the biggest home run of the decade, or when he crosses another finish line first, smashing records that the campus won’t stop bragging about.

As soon as the clock strikes seven, he’s gone. 

No frats, no parties, no messy drama. In the kindest, nicest phrasing possible, he’s a dud. He’ll even disappear mid-conversation, too, sprinting off with some sorry excuse of a “study session.” And if you’ve ever seen his grades, you’d wonder how these “study sessions” even happen at all.

Well, he is a jock—and he is reciting his script for tomorrow’s anthropology presentation... Just with someone else hanging upside down beside him, cocooned in sticky white web on some cityside rooftop.

...Hold up. Rewind one hour.

⋆˚ ✿ ˖ ࣪ yuji fucking the attitude out of his mean girlfriend

thinking about our sweetheart yuji with a mean and bitchy girlfriend, the type of girl no one would’ve expected him to be with. it even has his friends wondering why he’s with you, and yuji just replies with a hum, “well you don’t know her like i do.”

but even if your boyfriend always has your back, ready to defend you in public, he knows that your unwarranted attitude definitely needs fixing from time to time, especially when it’s directed at him — even if your words are secretly causing a growing erection in his pants that he’s struggling to hide with flushed cheeks and a hand scratching the back of his neck.

your bitchy eye rolls from before turn into ones of pleasure with the snap of yuji’s hips, his pelvis colliding with the curve of your ass while continuing to pound in and out of your pussy as your walls stretch around his thick length, causing you to cry out in pleasure, “yuji! p-please, can’t take it!”

“yeah, you can.. you’ve been so mean to me, baby. y’still need to say sorry.”, yuji breaths out with a heavy chest, watching the way your pussy swallows his length completely, bottoming out inside of you and gently kissing your cervix, “oh, fuck- you’re taking me so deep..”

you whimper in response as your gummy walls flutter around his shaft, gripping onto yuji’s bedsheets for dear life. he can’t help the whine that escapes his lips, lost in the feeling of your pussy as he continues to snap his hips with his throbbing cock abusing your walls, eager for those cries of pleasure from you. he loves fucking you like this, where you have no choice but to stop running your mouth when all you can do is form babbles and whines from your lips, struggling to take his cock.

“i’m sorry! yuji- i can’t-”, you cry with tears of pleasure forming in the corners of your eyes, with that familiar build up of hot white pleasure filling your core as your walls continuously clench around your yuji’s cock over and over.

he moans out before replying, his tone sweet despite the merciless thrusts of his hips as his hands that grip harshly onto the plush of your hips, struggling to contain himself, “yeah? you’re really sorry?”

you nod mindlessly, your eyes glossy and your lips parted as you struggle to catch your breath, the sound of clap! clap! clap! echoing throughout his bedroom walls alongside the needy and helpless whines that fall from your lips, your peak on it’s tipping point and your clit throbbing from the intense penetration.

“ah- you wanna cum, baby? i can feel it..”, yuji mutters, and all you can do is cry out with helpless nods, biting on the bottom of your lip to contain yourself and the pathetic noises you fail to hold back. you’re so desperate for your release, turning into putty as your boyfriend fucks your bad attitude out of you and turns you sweet and submissive — something his cock can’t help but twitch at.

“me too- cum with me? please, baby?”, yuji whines, his thrusts growing sloppy and uncoordinated with his throbbing cock and build up of pleasure that threatens to spill out of his leaky tip. when he has you like this, he can’t stay mad at you for long as he grows desperate for both of your highs, wanting to make you feel good even if you hadn’t fully earned it.

and with his words sending your stomach fluttering with butterflies, you feel the buck of your hips as that familiar sensation of euphoria crashes down on you, writhing and moaning while your nails claw down yuji’s back. he’s moaning alongside you, holding you close as his hips continue rutting in and out of your sensitive walls to the point of tears.

so, even if yuji’s deemed way too sweet for you, his mean and bitchy girlfriend, he always knows how to fix that attitude of yours, turning you completely submissive and needy beneath him, like you’re made of putty — and he fucking loves it.

yuji was whiner than you were. today he had a good reason to be, though.

you were ignoring him. but you had a good reason. well, at least you thought it was a good reason. he had finished the tv show you guys started together, all on his own.

as you were in the kitchen, just making yourself a snack, yuji pressed against your back. “baby,” he whined. “my baby, my love, please, i’m so sorry.” he said, nuzzling his warm nose against the nape of your neck. “please. please forgive me?” he pleaded, hugging you tighter to his chest.

you sighed petulantly, that being more than words to yuji. he let out another long whine, and pressed his hands to your belly. “i love you so much. i’m so sorry. i’ll forget everything i saw. i’ll wipe it from my memory, baby, i swear. please.” he said, pressing wet kisses to your cheeks.

── .✦ possessive bf yuji itadori ✧.*

it may not look like it on the surface, but yuji could be very possessive of you.

sure, he acted like an actual dog around you. he'd follow you wherever you went and you could almost see a tail wagging behind him excitedly. he always did as you asked; never made you feel like you had to do anything on your own. no matter what you were going through, he'd be there for you, loyal as ever.

it's just that he could also get desperately clingy and outright jealous. and it happened very easily.

you'd only really started to notice it when you joined a new study group in college; one that wasn't just your girlfriends that yuji had already met (and won over) and included a few guys in your class. the first time you brought it up, his face tightened imperceptibly before it smoothed over with his usual bright grin.

"let me come with you!" he offered. "i drive you to the library all the time anyway, and we can go out for dinner afterwards."

the offer was innocent, harmless, even nice of him. of course, you accepted wholeheartedly. it was unusual for yuji to willingly devote part of his day to study, but anything that helped get his grades up was a win.

you only didn't expect he'd sit silently next to you the whole time while glowering at any man who even dared to glance in your direction.

when you questioned him about it as the two of you left (earlier than you should've, because yuji was "tired"), his eyes widened.

"ah really? i didn't notice. guess i was zoning out," he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, then brushed it off like nothing happened and smiled. "hey, let's go get ramen. we can get your favourite ice cream too."

you would've thought nothing more of it if it ended there. yet it didn't. you began to be more conscious of the way yuji staked his claim over you in subtle ways that before you simply thought of as him being protective.

"yujiii," you whined, patting more concealer on the mark on your neck from the night before. "i have class in fifteen minutes, i can't go out like this."

arms of lean muscle wrapped around your waist from behind as yuji pouted at your reflection in the mirror in front of you. "aw i didn't realize it would look that bad. sorry ma," he apologized, though you secretly suspected he wasn't really that remorseful. "i'll be careful next time, swear it."

you craned your neck to narrow your eyes at him. "next time, i'm gonna bite you so hard you won't be able to hide it."

your words unfortunately had exactly the opposite effect you hoped for. his eyes seemed to sparkle at the thought. "promise?"

gawking, you swatted his arm weakly. "you dumbass. you really don't care?"

"why would i?" he asked bluntly, like the question itself was stupid. heat rushed to your cheeks at that, and you turned back around, focusing on applying more makeup than letting him see you get flustered. he noticed though, and hid his smirk in your shoulder.

the more you let his possessiveness go unchecked, the bolder he got. once, while he came over and laid in your bed, he noticed you on your phone trying not to laugh.

"who is it?" he hugged your waist and looked up at you, his fingers pressing a little harder into your bare thighs. you didn't even notice and leaned back against the headboard, sighing.

"some guy in my dm's," you stroked yujis scalp absently. "i'm gonna block him."

before you could pick your phone up again, yuji already grabbed it. he frowned at the texts the guy had sent, then opened the camera. you gaped as he took a single photo of himself on your lap, sent it, and tossed the phone next to your pillow.

"don't have to worry about him now," yuji said simply, burrowing his face into your stomach. "could you do that thing to my hair again? felt so good."

you stilled as you watched this shameless man smile up at you without a care in the world. but you relented anyway, letting your hands smooth over his head and he hummed contentedly.

at his games, he always made sure you had a seat in the front row of bleachers so you could see him properly. he liked when you wore his spare jersey to cheer for him, his last name and number emblazoned across your back in bold. when he inevitably won, he ran to you first, planting a fat kiss on your lips and hugging you triumphantly.

"did you see that last shot i made?" he'd ask excitedly. "tell me you liked it, was it good?"

you'd laugh. "i did! you played so well, yuu." he'd grin and then let his eyes trail down your body with unhidden appreciation.

"don't ever take this off. you look so pretty for me," he grabbed your face, kissed your neck right in front of the audience before rushing to join his teammates without giving you a chance to scold him. you stood there flushed, embarrassed, yet somehow pleased.

sometimes his behaviour made the two of you argue though.

one night, you stormed out of the library with him trailing right behind you. you'd come to study with the same group as before. when a guy got a little too friendly with you while you were helping him with a chapter, yuji got predictably irritated.

his hand had snaked under the table to grip your thigh far too tightly, inching closer to slipping under your skirt, as he glared at the poor guy. breath hitching, you'd grabbed his wrist to stop him, trying to signal that this was clearly not the time. his brows had furrowed as his hand remained unmoving for about five seconds before it had reluctantly let go.

then he'd fully kissed you, shoving his tongue past your lips until the guy got the hint and walked off, mortified.

you were furious.

"baby please, i wasn't thinking straight," he pleaded afterwards, still following you on the sidewalk. "i can't help it, my mind goes crazy sometimes, i-"

"you get crazy all the time, yuji," you shot back, stopping to turn around and face him. "you literally can't handle a man even breathing near me. you can't just pop a blood vessel every time someone tries to talk to me."

yuji had the decency to at least look a little guilty. his fists clenched nervously and he gazed at you helplessly. for a moment, he resembled a kicked puppy and you almost gave up being mad at him. you steeled your resolve, but he had walked closer to you and abruptly hugged you.

"i'm sorry. i just love you too much," his voice turned ragged and he held you tighter. "even the thought of you looking away from me, i can't- i can't bear it."

you didn't move as he continued to hug you. you really shouldn't let him go off that easy again. you mustn't.

"please don't be mad at me," he whispered. "i'll be better, promise. i'll do anything, ma. anything for you. i won't make you upset again. i swear. just don't push me away, i think i'll die."

"…asshole," you muttered hesitantly, though your arms came up to hug him back, heart softening against your will. did he actually mean what he said, you doubted it. but maybe you didn't really mind if he was a little territorial over you.