good boy {bottom! itadori yuuji x reader (nsfw)}

wild imagination

despite only having known each other for a few months, both you and itadori were inseparable. you both knew about each other's everything, from your past, your fears, and even non-existant love lives.

while he was a walking star, you complimented him with your realist views on the world. you were just as kind as itadori, but much sharper when it came to your actions. you were the moon that illuminated next to his sun-like radiance.

as usual, he was sunk into your bed sheets, laying on his back and staring up at your ceiling. he had a blank expression as he thought of nothing, only resuming brain function when he heard you quietly cheer to yourself.

"did you find it?"

looking at him with a grin, you pulled out your dvd set of an old yaoi you bought at a second-hand store a while ago. itadori, being the accepting person he is, never minded your bl collections and even enjoyed watching them together. he thought it was funny when you commented on different things during the explicit scenes.

"my dear yuuji, you haven't seen art till you've seen this," you proudly smiled to yourself. there was a fond look in your eye as you gazed upon the kinky, and quite frankly cringey, 80's yaoi that was funnier to you than itadori and nobara's bickering.

"(y/n)-sensei, what will you teach me about the world of yaoi today? " itadori asked, playing along with your cute tone.

"just you wait yu-"

a knock at your door grabbed the attention of both of you, turning your heads to the door.

you gave up a finger as to say 'one moment' then set the dvd down and walked to the sound.

opening the door, megumi stood in the hallway with a bored expression.

"sorry yuuji, this'll only take a sec," and with that you had left the room.

itadori pressed his lips together in a flat line as he rolled from side to side on your bed, waiting for you to come back.

after a few minutes, he gave up on rolling around for entertainment and sat up, taking a look around the room. as his eyes surveyed all the surfaces, he noticed a black strap coming from the underneath of your bed.

without a second thought, itdadori slid off the bed and sat on his knees as he reached for it.

a weird tingle came from his lower region as he sat and stared at the object in his hand.

"... a strap on? "

right after the words left his mouth, itadori dropped it immediately as his eyes widened and his face began to heat up.

the phallic shaped object rolled to his left, yet still clearly where he could see it. 'why would she... ' his thoughts became a jumbled mess as he looked at it with more intensity.

'has she... ever used it?' with just that simple thought, he felt an intense heat in his abdomen and an erection grow.

itadori had never thought of you in such a way, nor has he ever wanted to be dominated before, but before he knew it, the thought consumed his teenage hormones.

he moved a hand to the growing hard-on in his shorts and jolted at the slight touch. he knew instantly that if he didn't get out of there quick, he would cum in his boxers before you came back.

shaking, he grabbed onto your bed as support, the erection making it increasingly uncomfortable to walk. he hadn't heard you in the hallway, so he took this chance to leave and bolt to his room.

as soon as he was safely behind the closed and locked door, he slipped his hand through the rim of his shorts and underwear to his dick.

his first thought was of you, but forced his thoughts elsewhere- one of the posters of a half-naked woman on his walls.

soon after he was done, he texted you that he didn't feel well and decided to take a rain check on the yaoi marathon.

in reality, he was insanely confused. why had those explicit thoughts gotten him so aroused? all he had done was look at a strap on you had and he got the biggest boner he had ever experienced.

itadori decided to play it off as teenage hormones and to spend the rest of the day scrolling through tiktok and relaxing on his bed.

later that night, while a boring movie played on his phone, his thoughts lingered to you.

he regretted using such a poor excuse for his absence as now he couldn't have the sleep over you both intended to have.

while he sat there regretting past decisions, his eyes landed on the dirty boxers from a few hours prior. much to his dismay, the sight put the image of the strap on back in his head.

the harder he tried to push the thoughts away, the harder it became to ignore them.

'what does she look like with it on? '

'does she get off on using it too? '

'does it feel good for the person she does it to? '

'who has she used it on? '

as the thoughts increased, a weird irritation spread through his stomach. was it because she hadn't told him about it? or was it because he didn't want to think that she would use it on anyone but him?

'anyone... but me? '

the thought spread chills down his spine and a familiar heat in his crotch.

itadori looked down at the forming erection with irritation, but decided it would be fine to deal with as it was late at night and wasn't supposed to see anyone till late tomorrow.

he allowed his hands to roam to his boxers, sliding them down to reveal his fully-hard dick.

his eyes imagined you in front of him, a smirk gracing your features as your hand took hold of his tip.

letting out a small groan at the thought, he imagined you crawling on top of him as he layed defenseless on his bed.

you pushing him into the pillows, nails grazing the skin of his member as your lips leaned down to his chest.

he imagined your tongue tracing his hardening nipples, biting at them as he could feel your smirk through the touch. you pinched the other one, sucking more harshly as your thighs rubbed against his erection.

itadori lost all hope of trying not to use you for his subject of such erotic actions, finding the thoughts alone to be insanely pleasure inducing.

at this point, he had removed all of his clothes and was using his free hand to roam his chest as he pumped his dick with the other.

with his imagination running wild, itadori was feeling light headed with pleasure. the more he thought of you in such a dirty way, of you dominating him and his body, the more his dick hardened and precum leaked.

suddenly, the image of you with the stap on tied to your waist popped into his already overloaded mind.

without thinking, itadori's hand moved from his chest to his ass, using a bit of precum to feel around his hole for a moment. the second he touched the sensitive area, he felt a jolt of pleasure and the need to cum right that moment. he let a strangled moan escape his lips, trying his best not to let megumi hear him through the walls.

tracing around the skin of his ass hole once more, the growing knot of heat in his abdomen burst and he came all over his hand and chest.

itadori put his hand down and layed upward, breathing heavily with half-lidded eyes still glazed with lust.

he couldn't deny now that the thought of you and the strap on he found in your room made him intensely aroused.

shutting his eyes in exhaustion, his thoughts lingered to you once more before he drifted into unconsciousness, an uneasy guilt at his unsavory actions while thinking of you weighing at the back of his mind.