Trying To Play Footsies With Bakugo But He Doesnt Get What Youre Doing So He Just Kicks You Back Really

trying to play footsies with bakugo but he doesn’t get what you’re doing so he just kicks you back really hard

part 2 to this!

warnings: yuji is aged up to 20, overstimulation, nsfw 🔞 this is a long one~

“ha! look who’s on top now,” yuji shouts proudly at you as he pins you down to the floor, lying between your legs.

it’s quite common for you and yuji to wrestle—over the years you had been fighting a seemingly never ending battle to see who could win and break the tie. but lately, yuji has been initiating a wrestling match more often, though you’re not sure if his awkward way of wrapping around your midsection randomly is that exactly.

this time, he suddenly pulled one of your legs up to wrap around his hip and grabbed your waist with his other hand, pushing you up against his front with ultimate awkwardness.

you blinked at each other, both frozen for a moment, your nervous breaths mingling in the awkward confusion. it seems as though he doesn’t even know what he’s doing, so maybe it’s a defense mechanism to avoid the silence for you when you immediately push him down and start wrestling.

you can't think of a better reason why you've recently felt this strong urge to touch him, to pin him down—you assume it must be just your usual friendly, competitive way of connecting through lighthearted rivalry, like always because what else could it be? back in your pre-teen years, you’d even go so far as to get upset and frustrated when he started getting stronger and winning more often. now, it feels like there's a different kind of itch you need to scratch, and wrestling doesn’t even scratch the surface.

the second your back hits the floor, you glare at him above you before using a good amount of effort to flip you two over so you’re straddling his hips and pinning his hands down now.

“what was that? you have something to say? you fight like a girl,” you tease him, leaning in to act as if you’re attempting to hear him clearer.

“ngh- jokes on you! i take that as a —hah—compliment!” he grunts as he wiggles his hands free from your grip, swiftly flipping you over and pressing his body against your back, pinning you flat to the floor. A sharp “hmph!” escapes your lips as you hit the ground with force. his hands find the backs of yours, gripping them tightly beside your head.

you attempt to push against his weight but it only makes it more obvious that you’re trapped under him.

“you eat too much—” you groan at him, wiggling futilely, only making him push harder into you.

his breath fans over your ear as his grip on your hands grows harsher.

“d—do not!” he breathes back and his tone indicates he’s barely aware of what he’s even responding to as your bodies brush against one another.

and maybe you’re going crazy, because you swear you can feel him subtly grinding something hard against your ass as you fumble around under him. you abruptly stop moving with wide eyes when you consider what that hard thing is, unable to see the entirety of his face but able to see enough to watch it comforting in— pleasure??

“w-what are you doing?” you ask frantically and awkwardly, making him stop his own grinding against you with a silent pause.

“nothing!” he shouts defensively after a moment. yuji’s always been a terrible liar, and now is no exception. you almost wish you couldn’t see l through his lie this time.

seemingly finding a newfound strength within the panic, you push him up and off of you, sitting up and leaning against the foot of the couch as you try to catch your breath for a silent moment.

“what were you just doing, yuji?” you ask but it sounds more like an awkward, reluctant statement as you eye him standing and facing the other direction, seemingly messing with his sweatpants.

“wrestling, what do you mean?” he mutters, finally turning towards you with his natural cheerful aura.

you gaze up at him with hesitance, unable to stop your eyes from flickering down at his sweatpants, half expecting to see a bulge in his pants. but there’s not, and now you just seem like a creep because when you look back up at him, he blinks at you with raised brows— having caught you.

“what were you just looking at?” he then questions, making you stand and ‘pft’ in defense, avoiding his gaze.

“don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shrug as you throw one of the stray pillows back onto the couch that fell off earlier when you began wrestling.

“then neither do i,” he mumbles, grabbing the remote to the tv that’s playing some horror movie you had forgotten he put on earlier and rewinding it. you barely catch his quiet mumble, making you huff in stubborn silence.

“you know i just won that, right?” you snicker, referring to the wrestling match as you jump to sit onto the couch lazily, “you better hope i don’t win next time because that means i win-win.”

you gaze at the movie with indifference as you speak in playful confidence. he knows you mean breaking your lifelong wrestling tie, making him huff in amusement as he plops down beside you nonchalantly, eyeing the movie as well.

“you wish, buttface,” he breathes in amusement, eyes peeking at you briefly to watch your expression contort into annoyance at his lifelong nickname for you. he knows you hate that name, and he just loves when you’re pissed at him, which only makes you more angry.

you clench your jaw and force your eyes to stay on the stupid movie, eye twitching in irritation but still refusing to give him what he wants.

you can feel his gaze now lock on you when you don’t react enough to satiate his hunger for your attention, but you refuse to acknowledge him. you honestly don’t even know what’s happening in this movie, only focused on the pink haired boy next to you.

after a long moment of him staring at your side profile with a childlike pout, he pounces on you— forcing you on your back and wedging himself between your legs as he begins to tickle your waist.

you gasp for air between forced, painful laughs as you struggle under him.

“n-no! stop it, yuji!” you shout at him between giggles, eyes clenched shut as he, no doubt, wears an entertained smile while he tortures you. this is another thing yuji has always used against you, your ticklish body. the day he found out you were ridiculously ticklish was one of his favorite days, using it to fuck with you whenever he wishes.

“hurts! you asshole!” you yell at him, a tear falling from your eye as he giggles with you.

“ahh but you’re laughing! looks like you’re having a good time,” he snickers at you, egging on your irritation, knowing you can’t do anything about it.

you finally manage to grab one of his hands and pull it off your waist, but before you can move it, he forces it down above your head, the proximity of his face to yours causing both of you to freeze and lock eyes. his other hand tightens around your waist as both of you gasp for air.

“g-get off,” you murmur weakly, as if it's what you think you're supposed to say, rather than what you truly want to express. because what else would you say?

he waits for a beat, eyes flickering down at your lips, making you gulp.

“do you ever think about it?” he asks gently, his thumb lightly brushing the side of your hand as he holds it in his. the familiarity to his words puts you on edge, recognizing them from the forbidden time he ate you out. you’re eerily aware that he’s referring to something that night as well with that question.

but still, you can’t help but feign ignorance.

“about what?” you ask, quietly. you don’t have any reason to but you find yourself holding your breath as you await his answer.

he exhales deeply and licks his lips, making your brows twitch and your thighs instinctively clench around his hips.

“when we kissed and i ate you out,” he explains, bluntly. you really should expect his crassness at this point, but it still catches you off guard, making you blush harshly and flicker your wide gaze around, anywhere but his face.

you then use your free hand to push against his unrelenting face, smooshing it in the process.

“you promised we wouldn’t talk about that, yuji! that never happened!” you scold him, ears and neck joining your face in burning up as he struggles against your hand.

“oh c’mon! no one is even here!” he whines at you, voice muffled a bit from your hand.

“s-still!” you shout back before he sinks his teeth into your hand, making you hiss in discomfort and quickly pull your hand back.

“fine! then— fine!” he stubbornly huffs at you, sitting up from on top of you and returning to his seated position beside you with crossed arms to watch the movie again.

you exhale sharply in defense as you rub a hand down your face quickly, as if it would wipe the heat from it before sitting up with your thighs pressed together.

after a few long moments of silence, he groans in a whine.

“does that mean it didn’t feel good? it wasn’t memorable? why don’t you want to talk about it? did i do something weird? i thought you liked it because it seemed like you came really hard—”

you interrupt his word vomit with a palm slapped onto his lips, eyes wide.

“shut up!” you chirp with embarrassment, pulling your hand from his face and crossing your own arms to feign nonchalance.

“fine!” he whines loudly and stubbornly, crossing his own arms again dramatically as you both eye the movie that neither of you is watching.

and it seems he does let it go for now, slowly relaxing into actually watching the movie after fifteen minutes of silence. but now you can’t seem to focus on the movie at all.

the only thing racing through your mind now is that night and questions about his questions.

“do you—” you cut yourself off as soon as his gaze snaps from the tv to you, as if he was eager for you to say something this whole time, “—nevermind.”

“huh? no! do i what?” he urges on, pathetically, making you groan and push your face into your palms briefly.

you know yuji won’t let it go now that you spoke, you might as well just get it over with.

you sigh and chew on the inside of your cheek as you refuse to take your eyes off of the movie.

“do you— um—” you clear your throat as he awaits your next words eagerly, “— think about it?”

immediately, he smiles cheerfully and nods, “all the time.”

your face returns to the high temperature it was before as you resist the urge to hide your face once again. now you face him with embarrassment and anxiety riddling your expression, it’s difficult to show him vulnerability on this subject.

“w-what? you do? a-about what?” you hesitantly inquire, voice slightly cracking in nervousness.

he chews on his lower lip in thought, eyes flickering down at your inner thighs covered by his sweatpants before returning to your eyes.

“your taste,” he reminisces, licking his lips as he eyes you like you’re prey, “your moans, how soft you are down there, you got so wet—”

“o-okay! that’s enough,” you can’t help but interrupt him, avoiding the way your clit throbs desperately in your panties at his words. even if you seem to be avoidant of the topic, your pussy is obviously eager for more.

“well, do you? think about it?” he urges you, like a puppy with a wagging tail.

you exhale shakily, brows furrowing a bit in faux indifference.

“um— yes, sometimes.” you admit, quietly and it’s like you can see his invisible tail wag harder with your confirmation.

“about what?” he asks eagerly as soon as you stop talking.

you scratch your head with avoidance before licking your lips in thought.

“i- i don’t know. it felt— good, i guess— warm, and w-wet.” you indulge him, making him smile in relief with a breathy sigh.

“wanna do it ag—”

“oh, look! that one girl is dying! isn’t she your favorite?” you interrupt him, quickly, averting his attention to the movie and away from what he was just about to suggest.

thankfully, it works, his gaze immediately transferring to the tv with a ‘boo! run!’

after a mostly normal night of silly reruns of yuji’s favorite movies and countless snack breaks for the endless pit yuji’s stomach is, you sleep in his bed like usual.

though you’ve been sleeping in yuji’s bed every other night since you were very young, you still hesitate as he jumps into his side of the bed.

you hadn’t slept on his bed since that night a few weeks ago, always coming up with some excuse to sleep at home.

but yuji noticed your hesitance as you stood at the end of the bed and chewed on the inside of your cheek. he quickly whined at you to get in bed and go to sleep. though yuji comes off as quite the air headed, he’s not stupid, you’ve been a bit off since he ate you out and quite frankly, he misses you and your sleepovers. he misses waking up to you drooling on his pillow and hogging all of the blankets.

so you eventually relent, sliding into bed and staying stubbornly on your side as to face the wall instead of him.

you aren’t sure when it happened but you fell asleep at some point. only now you find yourself waking up to some kind of noise with annoyance. you assume it’s the middle of the night because the room is quite dark.

attempting to just ignore the sound, you close your eyes to sleep again but after ten minutes of the same odd noise keeping you awake, you shake your head briefly with a roll to your eyes. the sound is obviously coming from yuji, you can’t quite place it but you remember as kids yuji would sneak his nintendo switch to bed and play it all night, keeping you up.

just before you’re about to turn abruptly on your back to scold him, a breathy moan falls from his lips making you freeze and your eyes to widen.

the moan instantly clears away any lingering grogginess, sharpening your focus. it’s clear— he’s jerking off.

you and yuji have never really discussed the details of how long it takes to finish while masterbating, though he did try to bring it up when you were younger, and you quickly shut it down. but you’re pretty sure he’s having some problems because he’s been doing this for fifteen minutes now, likely before you had woken up as well.

he seems to let more breathy, whiny, and raspy noises slip from his lips as his pace quickens.

you wish you had headphones of some kind because you can’t escape his moans, it’s not like you could just get up and go to the couch, not wanting to expose the fact that you’ve been lying here listening like a pervert.

your thighs press together in attempt to search for any kind of friction to ease the incessant throbbing need going on in your panties as you’re forced to listen.

and once ten more long, agonizing minutes pass, you can’t help but sneak a hand into your (his) sweatpants and rub little circles against your panty clad clit, making a point to be gentle as to make little to no movement that could potentially expose what you’re doing. you can’t even make up a stupid excuse to make yourself feel better—like ‘you’re only human and reacting to a man’s moans is only natural,’ you simply chase relief without justification.

it’s not like you mean to cum, just to ease the ache of need for a bit until yuji’s done egging you on with his arousing noises.

his groans grow more desperate and frusturated as he can’t quite reach a high, even taking short breaks between jerks to take a few deep breaths. yuji has a rather high stamina so the fact that he has to pause to catch his breath only goes to show how long he’s been trying to get himself off. you almost— kind of feel bad for him.

at this point, you halt your own swipes against your clit in frustration. it’s gotta be something like two am, and though your arousal is now achingly high, so is your tiredness.

so finally, after ten more minutes, you hesitantly speak.

“can you hurry up already? i wanna sleep,” you grumble at him, attempting to use your natural tone to hide your own lust.

immediately, his jerks halt at your words, you can only imagine how panicked he is that he woke you.

“o-oh sorry,” he mumbles, seemingly embarrassed.

and then, it’s silent for a while. you roll your eyes, knowing that you had scared him into stopping altogether. you can only imagine how badly it hurts for a guy to stop mid way.

you sigh. “y-you don’t need to stop, just hurry up.” you mumble, adjusting to get more ‘comfortable’ but really you’re using it as a cover to briefly rub your thighs together.

“a-are you sur-”

“— yes yuji,” you interrupt him, feigning an irritated tone.

and when the jerking, wet noises return, you have to bite back a needy moan. somehow the fact that he knows you’re listening works to add to the pool of slick your chasm is producing.

and after yet another ten minutes with no luck, he sighs.

“i- i cant,” he groans in frustration, making you blink with furrowed brows.

though you clench your eyes shut in fear of regretting your next words, you still speak them aloud.

“would it— um— help if—?” you hesitantly stick out the hand behind you that was previously shoved into your pants, offering it to him without turning to look at him. you don’t complete the question, assuming he has the common sense to piece together what you mean.

and it’s silent for a beat as you hold out your hand.

and then he interlocks his hand into yours, making you blink in confusion.

“y-you’re holding my hand,” you point out, plainly and confused.

“y-yeah, isn’t that what you meant..?” he hesitantly asks, making you press your lips together to hold back a laugh. it’s as if he assumed you just wanted to give him emotional support as he jerked his cock.

“um— not really,” you say and he can literally hear a smile on your face, making him blush in embarrassment. though he doesn’t know what you’re talking about, it feels like he’s missing something and you’re making fun of him for it.

“then— what?” he inquires, not taking his hand from yours.

you clear your throat, “uh— i’m sure it would feel— better— if you didn’t have to use your own hand.” you mumble, quietly making his eyes widen at your insinuation.

he stares at your hand in his with bewilderment for a beat.

“you want me to—”

“—yes yuji, just shut up,” you grumble, annoyed with his need to be vocal about the most embarrassing things.

he immediately shuts up and flicks his eyes from your warm, soft hand to his hard cock.

hesitantly, he gently brings your hand over but you’re so far away that you can’t reach it, so quickly catching the hint, you scoot over until your back is slightly making contact with his side.

he then, pulls your hand over and the next thing you feel is his hand wrapping around yours as to help guide you. you feel your hand wrap around something warm and hard but soft at the same time and you can only gulp, knowing exactly what that is. the second your hand makes contact with it, it jumps and he hisses.

it’s slightly damp and extremely hot in temperature, likely from pre cum and the abuse he’s been putting it through tonight.

then, after a beat of what you assume is him coping with the feeling, he uses his shaky hand to gently begin to stroke his cock with your hahd— down and then up again, pulling sharp breaths from him. you can feel every vein and ridge of his cock, the curve of his tip, even the tuft of course hair at the base.

it’s obvious he’s starting extremely slow to get you both used to it, knowing you’ve likely never felt a man’s dick before and he’s certainly never felt someone else’s hand.

he then stops your hand just below his tip and squeezes your hand around himself.

catching the hint, you immediately squeeze around him harder like he’s hinting at, making him let out a low grunt.

“ngh— yeah, can you keep it tight?” he requests through grunts, voice deeper and almost unrecognizable considering its lacking his natural cheerful, playful tone.

“mhm,” you hum nervously, breathing growing deeper as he starts to move your tight fist down and up once again. his exceedingly aroused moans motivate you to start to move your hand faster on your own and he’s quick to let go of your hand to allow you to stroke him without guidance.

“hoo— shit,” he curses, hips thrusting up into your fist once, as if it wasn’t voluntary.

you can’t help but let out a small whine at the desperation for your touch, and though you thought it was quiet, yuji heard it since he’s lying right next to you and the next thing you know, a wet glob of pre cum is sliding down your fingers making your lips part and brows twitch in a silent moan.

unfortunately, because of your awkward position, you can’t stroke him any faster than this so you take a sharp breath to prepare yourself before adjusting to face him on your other side.

your heart rate rises along with your breathing as you make eye contact with him— faces now inches apart. you aren’t sure what you expect, but yuji’s expression is anything but his natural one. his eyes are lidded, cheeks flushed, and brows pinched, similar to how he looked when in the thralls of eating you out— though you can’t really remember specifics because you were a bit distracted at the time.

he gulps at you as your eyes slowly rake down his shirtless torso to observe his cock in your hand. he still has his sweatpants on but his dick is pulled out, though you can’t see his balls, you can see his pink pubes. part of you expected them to be brown but you’re oddly glad they’re his pretty pink color to match the top of his head.

you could tell his dick was rather large as you stroked it a second ago, even before tonight, you were always acutely aware of him being on the bigger side down there. you’ve known eachother your entire lives, you were bound to brush against one another in a particular way here and there or accidentally walk in on each other changing, though you had only seen him soft in those moments.

his cock is at least eight inches long and average girth, witnessing your own hand wrapped around it with a glob of his pre cum sliding down your fingers makes the entirety of this crazy situation feel much more real than before.

“d-do you want to stop?” he inquires, gently, letting the pointer finger from his hand resting closest to you glide against your clothed tummy in affection.

you breathe in deeply and exhale shakily as you shake your head, making him bite his lip. it’s like his cock exposes exactly what he’s feeling because it twitches when you refuse to stop.

you gulp and gently bend one leg to rest your knee on his as you look down at his leaky dick, resting your cheek on his shoulder.

you gently begin to stroke him again, slowly picking up speed and flickering your gaze up at his contorted expression to confirm that you’re doing something right— not to mention your own perverted arousal seeming to get off on his.

“d-does that feel good?” you ask, shyly, making him nod immediately and frantically, hand closest to you quickly moving to grip your thigh that’s bent over his leg.

“really good,” he confirms in a whine, making you whimper softly and briefly.

“i-i’ve never done this before— so—” you stutter as you continue to fist his cock at a moderate pace, using his pre cum for lubrication.

“r—right— okay, do you want me to teach— fuck— you?” he rambles, hand on your thigh rotating between gripping it harshly and kneading it.

“wanna know how to— make you— um— cum,” you breathe out, making his hips buck up into your fist again with a loud whine.

seeing it and feeling it are two completely different things. you can’t hold back a moan even if you wanted to, his obvious desperation is so agonizingly arousing that your pussy feels like a fucking lake.

“okay— try this,” he then grips your hand with his free one, gently guiding you to rotate your fist around him as you stroke up and down simultaneously.

“f—fuck! mhm— like that,” he coos at you as much as he can between grunts.

eager to please him and force more of those pretty noises, you push his hand away with your free one and begin to do as he said much quicker and harder than before.

“o-oh my god,” he groans before hissing and rubbing his chin and cheek into the top of your head in affection— like a cat.

“yeah? is that good?” you egg him on softly, yearning for his voice.

“so— sooo good,” he whines, subtly beginning to thrust into your fist consistently, “your pretty little h-hand is so warm.” now with every rut up into your hand, it earns you a sweet little grunt from him.

honestly neither of you notice when you start to grind into his hip, your body subconsciously searching for some kind of relief.

“can you cum like this?” you ask curiously, leaning up to press a surprising kiss to his neck, making another large gush of watery pre cum to leak out.

“oh, man this is— fuck— i think so,” he confirms, your words only bringing him closer.

if you actually think he can’t cum like this, he thinks you’ve gotta be fucking crazy—because honestly, he’s been holding back from cumming all over your hand since you turned and wrapped around his side like a sweet little kitty. he’s just desperate to make this heaven last as long as he can.

you hum and begin to suck on the skin of his neck, making his eyes roll back as your relentless fist jerks his weeping cock. and now he’s suddenly aware of your grinding against his hip because it grows harsher, like you’re humping in tandem to the strokes to his dick.

immediately, he uses the hand holding into your thigh to yank it closer with strength, making you whine loudly at the collision of your folds against his hip bone as your fist tightens around him in reaction.

“fuuuck— are you grinding on me?” he asks breathy and low, already knowing the answer.

the question makes you bite into his neck and quickly begin to rub him harder and faster than ever before, attempting to distract him from the way you are absolutely grinding against him.

“n-no— oh shit— it’s happe- i’m cumming—!” he groans loudly, delivering a hard smack to your thigh that’ll definitely leave a mark.

immediately, you stop all movement, retracting your teeth from his neck and sliding your tongue over the marks soothingly before sitting up. he whines immediately in confusion, cock twitching furiously as you let it go to slap against his sweaty abs. are you edging him?

you then move to sit on your heels between his thighs, making his brows furrow as he watches you make eye contact with him before slowly leaning down as you take hold of his base to hold him up.

his lips part as he realizes what you’re trying to do.

“w-what are you—? you don’t have to do tha—”

and you interrupt him with a kiss to his tip, pulling a deep, loud groan from him as his hips jerk up.

instinctively, his hands snap to tangle in your hair, raking his nails down your scalp in affection as he eyes you like a hawk with a lidded gaze.

you hum as if you like the taste of his dick with a lick to your lips.

“ ‘sweet but not sweet? i can’t pin point it exactly yet,’ ” you repeat his own words back to him that he used previously to describe your taste as you smack your lips as if to mock him.

he groans and can’t help but use one hand to begin stroking his dick once again as he watches you tease him.

you huff with a slightly amused smirk at his utter desperation to cum.

“oh, you want your hand instead?” you tease, making him shake his head quickly but he doesn’t stop jerking his cock as his other hand massages your scalp.

“then why are you still jerking off? my mouth or your hand, you choose.” you shrug, attempting to hide your desire to taste him again.

immediately, he rips his hand away from himself and groans, “ngh— you, want your mouth— you, please.”

and honestly, you were planning to tease him a bit more but the way he begs pathetically is just too alluring.

so you don’t waste any more time, pulling his free hand up to join the other in your hair as you lean down and begin to press open mouthed, wet kisses on his wet tip.

“shit— holy fuck— oh my god,” he rambles, and honestly you’d be surprised if he wasn’t the vocal type in bed so this doesn’t shock you at all.

“w-wait wait baby,“ he coos, gently pulling at your hair to point at the area just under his tip, “right here feels really good, like your clit.”

you nod and with a slight bite to your lower lip as you eye the area he’s referring to with determination.

and before he knows it, you’re making out with his sweet spot, making him huff and puff frantically. yuji’s always hearing his friends talk about pushing down on a girls head to make them take their cock deeper into their mouths but yuji finds himself pulling up on your hair to keep you from going too far. he’s trying so desperately not to cum yet and he’s breaking a sweat trying not to.

you don’t mind his pull on your hair, actually it makes you want to push him harder and see how far you can go.

you quickly take his entire tip into your mouth and lick off the continuously flowing pre cum gushing out, making his hips buck harshly as he groans louder than he has all night, voice echoing through the room and almost making you nervous at the volume.

“oh shit— i’m gonna cum, i’m cumming— off! off!” he warns you as you suckle on his tip, tongue swirling around it every now and then. he tries to pull your head off but he’s becoming weaker and weaker as his orgasm approaches— not to mention, you’re just relentless, not allowing him to pull you off or listen to his warning.

honestly, you’re so lost in his moans and taste that you can’t even really hear him warning you, even going so far as to swat his hand away from his attempts.

and before you know it, he busts right into your mouth, into your tongue and all over the roof of your mouth with a loud groan.

it crashes on him so intensely, in fact, that he finds his hands now pushing your head down to take in more of his length as his hips buck up into your mouth.

you clench your eyes shut as you softly bang a fist against his thigh while the other grips his wrist in attempt to cope with the sudden intrusion.

“i’m sorry— i’m sorry— just feels so fuuucking good,” he whines, riding out his high in your mouth. yuji’s a good friend, even when its subconscious, he only forces a few inches more into your mouth as he cums.

you hum panicked and nod slightly in affirmation that it’s okay, attempting to cope long enough for him to ride out his high.

he bobs your head onto his length and you quickly take the hint to suck on it as he guides you to aid him in coming down.

“yeahh, like that— try to— ngh— hollow out your cheeks,” he guides you, cum still spurting from his little slit and onto your tongue.

you whine and do as he says, now gripping both of his wrists in search of some kind of comfort.

he hisses slowly as his high finally comes down, pulling you off of his cock with a pop! since you weren’t aware that he was done so soon.

he sighs deeply in relief, his cock throbbing as you keep hold of his wrists. you then swallow the cum he offered to you, seeing no other option. his cum isn’t the greatest taste, but compared to what you’ve heard from other girls and their experiences, his isn’t half as bad.

that makes him immediately snap to sit up with haste, caressing your cheeks with an amused snort at your fucked- out, teary eyed expression.

“you— you didn’t have to swallow, oh shit— i’m sorry i should have told you that,” he coos at you, wiping a stray tear from your cheek.

you take a deep breath with closed, relaxed eyes as you lean your cheek against his palm.

“oh, i thought i was supposed to do that,” you mumble, opening your eyes after a beat of comfort.

“i tired to warn you to get off,” he explains with a sympathetic tone, making you shrug indifferently. honestly, you don’t remember that, but it makes sense considering the intense lust blurring your mind.

he then lies back down and rests one hand on one of your knees, exhaling deeply in utter afterglow as his eyes flutter shut, hand rubbing against your knee to comfort you.

“you did really goo— w-what the fuck?”

he cuts himself off with a confused groan, eyes snapping open when he feels your warm mouth encasing his tip once again.

“oh, no— no— no, no more. s’too much,” he whines, but it’s like he’s so far away, like you’re unable to hear him, blinded by your competitive nature combined with lust as you take a deep breath through your nose and harshly bully the entirety of his long length to the back of your throat.

he lets out a loud, strangled whine with parted lips and pinched brows as you deep throat his overstimulated dick. you bully his cock down your throat as if it’s a game you’re attempting to win, and yuji knows how competitive you are.

after only a moment, he uses all of his strength to pull you off of him, making you whine and push against his pull to try again.

“ah ah ah— no more, look at me,” he sits up and uses two hands to pull your cheeks to look up at him, “no more. i came, it’s good but it’s too much.”

your eyes rotate from each of his briefly before processing his words and nodding with a deep breath.

“jesus christ,” he breathes, guiding you to lie beside him on his side once again before tucking his wet dick into his sweatpants.

“did i do good?” you inquire tiredly after a moment, head resting on his bare chest as he slides an arm around your back.

he huffs at the ridiculous question, “way too good.”

you smile and hum at the praise before taking a beat to bask in his warmth, even his sweat seems to smell good right now.

“are you okay? need—um— water or something?” he asks, uncertainly, not having any experience with this sort of thing, though he’s not completely unaware of the possibility of your throat hurting after that.

“i’m okay,” you shake your head, making him nod to himself.

“i’m sorry if i went too far,” you mutter, tilting your head up to gaze at his face as he relaxes with closed eyes, “you were still hard so i figured—”

he hums, groggily and peeks down at you with a smile.

“cute, real cute.” he huffs, pressing a hard kiss to the top of your head before he even realizes what he’s doing as he quickly yanks your thigh to drape over his lap.

the two of you are simply too tired to even think about the fact that you’re cuddling as you fall asleep.

the next morning is like a hangover without the alcohol, flashes of the dirty deeds you did racing through your mind the second you wake up to yuji’s large frame spooning your backside.

your eyes widen as you quickly sit up after trying your best to unlatch his hands from your waist without waking him up— but it’s futile. yuji is a light sleeper when he wants to be and he immediately groans as he wakes to the sun burning his face.

“what time is it?” he yawns, groggily, rubbing his eyes as you stand with haste and straighten out your sweatpants.

“uh— don’t know,” you brief awkwardly, your tone making him perk up and eye you with more alertness than before.

when yuji remembers all the things you did to him last night, he shuts right up, simply watching you as you pick up one of his hoodies and throw it over your head.

you peek at him over your shoulder as you make your way to the door to get to the bathroom in the hall, making his brows twitch up in surprise that you even looked at him.

but you simply ignore his obvious stare and sigh as you go to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

of course, yuji barges in minutes later to join you like always, leading to the two of you brushing your teeth in silence. yuji’s eyes are burning into your reflection the entire time, and you can almost hear his thoughts as he eyes your mouth that had been stuffed with his dick just last night.

“stop staring at me you freak,” you snap at him, voice a bit muffled from the toothbrush.

he immediately jumps a bit and transfers his eyes to his own reflection with a sly smile.

“i’m not the one who tried to deep throat me after already swallowing my cum, you’re the freak—”

you interrupt him with a shove to his shoulder, making him chuckle as you quickly spit and rinse out your mouth.

“you never know when to shut up, do you?” you inhale deeply before turning and bending down to turn on the shower.

and after a moment of letting your fingers get a feel for the temperature with no response back from him, you roll your eyes.

“yuji, stop staring at my ass,” you snap at him, making him jump once again and resume brushing his teeth. checking you out isn’t a rare occurrence but the fact that he’s doing it after his dick had been in your mouth just hours ago doesn’t sit right with you.

“so— what are we now?” yuji inquires obnoxiously, “fuck buddies? friends with benefits? boyfriend and girlf—”

you interrupt him with a dramatic sigh.

“don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shrug, making him furrow his brows in innocent confusion before rinsing his mouth out and turning to you.

after beat of silence, you turn to face him, awaiting his inevitable dumb response. he simply gazes at your face and body dressed in his hoodie and his sweats with a sweet smile in silence.

“what?” you mutter at him, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze.

“you had my cock inside of your throat last night, in fact you were the one to initiate it,” he blinks up at the ceiling in genuine curiosity, “shouldn’t we talk about that? i don’t think friends do that because i don’t do that to megumi or nobar—”

you interrupt his ramble with a groan as you slap your hands onto your face briefly, cheeks, chest and ears burning in embarrassment.

“don’t know what you’re talking about!” you shout again through gritted teeth, avoiding his gaze as you turn and act as if you’re testing the water temperature again.

then you feel his large body press into your back, making you freeze.

“eh— it’s bound to happen again little miss ‘i’m sure it would feel better if you didn’t have to use your own hand,’” he mocks you playfully, his lips mere breaths from your ear, making your eyes widen in shock at his audacity.

before you can turn to hit or shove him, as he anticipates you might, he slips out of the bathroom with a childish giggle, calling out, "have a good shower!" before slamming the door behind him.

———-

i know i said part 2 would be sukuna but i think im gonna make virgin sukuna a whole nother series bc yuji is so cuuute

warmings: dub con, nsfw🔞 (yuji is aged up to 20) this is a long one~

“please teach me how to eat pussy!” yuji exclaims, face down, forehead pressed against the floor and kneeling down in front of you as if he’s afraid the question would make you hit him.

you stare at your best friend with his hands pressed together above his head as if he’s praying to a god, that being you.

“uh- yuji, get up.” you chuckle awkwardly, masking annoyance as you gaze around at the many people surrounding the area.

he hesitantly looks up at you and slowly stands with his head down as if he’s an animal trying to make himself small to show submission.

you shake your head at him and sigh. “can you just finish your food so we can go, you idiot?” you gesture at his plate before rubbing a hand down your face. why yuji decided now was the perfect moment to spring such an idea on you? you have no fucking idea. you really should be used to this kind of thing with him

once you guys finally get back to his house, yuji’s natural constant chatter is just as it always is so you figure he was just joking with you earlier. a terrible joke, but still.

and as you sit on the carpeted floor of his room, in front of him with crossed legs, he bows down at you once again.

“please! teach me how to eat pu-”

“-yuji. i heard you earlier.” you interrupt him quickly as you blink down at the back of his head. “get up, why are you on the floor??”

“oh, right.” he nods to himself before sitting up and crossing his legs to match your position sitting before you.

“so you said the next human earth worm movie is out?” you inquire.

he perks up. “yeah! it’s the third one- wait! you didn’t answer me!” he shouts at you accusingly.

your brows furrow a bit at his persistence. “yeah i get it, yuji. ha-ha. very funny.”

his head tilts with utter curiosity and confusion, resembling a golden retriever.

“huh?? i’m not kidding around, y/n. take me seriously!” he whines, stubbornly like a child.

“you’re being serious? are you out of your mind?” you whisper shout back at him, cheeks rapidly heating up and eyes widening as you realize the situation isn’t just a bad joke

“please? you’re the only girl that would teach me!” he whines at you, hand gripping your knee and squeezing it like a child begging for a cookie

“what!? no i- why would you think that i’d-” you stutter, flustered and eyes flickering down at his hand on your knee. yuji’s always been touchy but in this particular situation, it feels terribly wrong

“-because you’re my best friend.” he pouts down at you, attempting to pull on your heart strings

you and yuji had been ‘best friends’ since forever really. you can’t remember him ever not being around and talking your ear off, spinning you around on his back, protecting you from school bullies (his older brother), always pulling a smile from your tear stained face, and really just always being there for you.

your parents and his grandfather have worked together since before you were born and so when they’d work, you and yuji would play. that turned into never leaving eachothers side, to the point that your parents moved you to join his school. all of your teachers even allowed you to sit together in every class because you would both cry and whine if not.

playing as kids turned into hanging out on your own time as young adults and before you knew it, you both got used to each others constant presence that it’s just natural to be together now, not ever going more than a day apart. yes, yuji can be obnoxious but being an only child to busy parents got lonely. his idiocy became welcomed pretty quickly. your friendship only grew when his grandfather passed and sukuna had taken the role of his guardian even though he’s only five years older.

yuji’s never had a filter, much less the ability to read social cues. it’s not completely shocking for him to bring up sexual topics with you but never like this. you can recall when you were ten and he told you that he ‘jerked off’ for the first time and that you just had to try it because it ‘changed his life!’ and then pointed at the space between your legs to explain what he meant. it’s always been shocking to you how easily he’d speak about such topics with a girl. now as an adult, you’re used to not taking him too seriously. but for him to flat out request for you to teach him such a thing, it’s mind boggling.

“best friends don’t do that. just read about it online, i’m sure there’s a lot of information out there.” you dismiss, taking deep breaths in attempt to rid your face of the visible embarrassment all over it.

“no. there’s so many conflicting opinions, y/n!” he complains to you, whiny and stubborn.

you push at his hand gripping your knee and he doesn’t even budge, seemingly not noticing your attempt at getting him to unhand you. “i- i can’t explain it any better than they can, i’ve never even had that done to me before-” you mutter the last part with utter embarrassment, head cocked to the side and avoiding eye contact.

“that’s fine! we can learn together!” he exclaims as if he’s just so intelligent for thinking of that idea.

your eyes snap up at him as your ears and neck join your cheeks in the oven. “w-what? you want to actually do it to me??”

you assumed he meant that he wanted you to explain to him what to do, which is already absurd, but he’s implying that he wants to actually eat you out.

“well, yeah! can i?” he smiles brightly and nods at you.

you gawk at him, your hand, which was trying to pry his off your knee, freezes along with the rest of you, unintentionally squeezing his in shock.

“please?” he urges.

“yuji- i- why do you even want to know how to do that?” you question with utter disbelief.

he hums in thought, “i wanna be good at it! sukuna says its important.”

you rub your hands down your face in attempt to process the situation. “then he can tell you how to do it, l-leave me out of it.”

“he told me to ask you.” he explains, inching closer to you so that your knees are now making contact.

you gulp as you gaze at your knees touching and then at his large hand that glided up your knee and onto your thigh. you aren’t even sure he realizes his hand on you, it’s so natural for him to be touching you in someway. it’s how he shows affection, you’ve always been okay with it. that was, before he asked to eat you out.

“n-no.” you mutter at him with defensive intent, fiddling with your fingers in your lap, strategically covering the area between your thighs. the idea of actually letting yuji do such a thing has only crossed your mind when you’re all alone and the most you’ve ever thought about was kissing him! but even then, you’ve thought about your highschool teacher in that way as well. it’s never serious! and it’s never supposed to be something that’s spoken about. everyone has those thoughts!

not to mention, your mind is racing. what color panties did you put on today? did you shower this morning or was that last night? why does that even matter??

yuji visibly deflates, eyes sinking to gaze down at your fiddling fingers and his hand falling off of your thigh.

“okay, i get it.” and he doesn’t say it in a bitter way, he sounds a bit.. sad?

your fingers stutter in their movement as your mouth opens and closes, trying to think of the right thing to say.

“you get what?” you ask, awkwardly but gently.

“it’d be weird if i did it.” he assumes your thoughts with a shrug.

“uh- well, yeah. kinda.” you mumble back at him.

“would you let sukuna eat you out?” he suddenly questions, curiously.

your eyes widen once again and snap up at him. “h-huh!? no!”

sukuna has always bullied you and yuji and while yuji’s not affected by it in the slightest, you’ve always been sensitive to it. you could never imagine sukuna doing something like that to you, much less allow yourself to be so vulnerable as to open your legs to him.

yuji hums and looks at you curiously which only makes you word vomit in fear of him perceiving your fluster as an indication that you’re lying.

“i’d never let him do that! i’d let you do it before he ever could.” you shake your head with a grimace, eyes locked on your fingers and not even aware of what you just admitted.

a beat of silence is all you need to realize it. and immediately you slap your hands over your face in utter terror. “oh- my god. that’s not what i meant-”

and yuji’s gentle fingers pulling your hands away from your face are what stops you from talking, eyes timidly peeking up at him.

“do you think it feels good?” he suddenly questions out of the blue, tone much more serious than before which causes you to gulp. his fingers sloppily hold onto yours in your lap, never having let go of them when he took them away from your face.

your breathing deepens as tension fills the space between the two of you. “do i think w-what feels good?” you timidly question back, voice soft and almost afraid to speak too loudly.

yuji’s eyes don’t leave yours and he leaves a gentle beat of silence before he speaks, unlike his usual quick chatter. it’s as if he’s allowing a moment of silence for you to sweat.

“a tongue on your pussy. i assume it feels good but obviously i wouldn’t know.” yuji explains without an ounce of hesitancy.

your eyes don’t even flicker down at your skewed combined fingers in your lap, that being the last thing on your mind as you stare into his unrelenting light brown eyes.

you shrug slightly, shoulders twitching mid shrug in bashfulness. the blush on your face has become permanent at this point and yuji can feel the slight shake in your hand.

“have you thought about it before? what that’d feel like?” he asks, calmly but his ears dust red.

“um- i mean- i guess, yeah. everyone has.” you stutter, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you await his next words.

“what would it feel like?” he questions but it sounds more like he’s putting a topic of discussion up in the air, like one of the lectures you get in class. “wet, probably. warm? i don’t know, you’d probably be really hot down there already. a bit rough maybe because of the contrast of how soft your pussy is.”

your lips part, releasing slow, shallow breaths between thick gulps as you blink up at him, your eyebrows twitching ever so slightly. the way he speaks seems to urge your mind to imagine it—to see it, to feel it. and you almost believe you can, as every word feels like it flows into your bloodstream, rushing down to pool in the folds and curves of your most intimate place.

and that’s when you feel the soft pads of his fingers rubbing softly against the backs of yours, you’re not even sure when he started doing that.

“it sounds like you’ve thought about it a lot.” you mutter, softly and so quiet that he can just barely hear you.

his usually wide, doe eyes are now droopy and soft as he gazes down at you. “and you’re saying you don’t want to know how it actually feels?”

“i didn’t say that, i’m human of c-course i do.” you blink at him, brows twitching down as you consider what he means by that. “but you’re my best friend, yuji. it’s- weird.”

“why does it matter who’s tongue it is?” he asks, genuinely curious.

“your best friend can show you how it feels.” his voice deep as he lifts your fingertips toward his face. But before they reach his lips, you gently pull them back, hesitating, softly saying his name in warning. He pauses briefly, unmoving, waiting for you to actually rip your hand away before resuming, guiding your fingers to their intended destination.

You watch your fingers in his grasp, your eyes intent as you gulp in a mix of reluctance and anticipation. He observes you closely, his gaze steady as he slowly extends his tongue, languidly dragging it up the tips of your fingers. he doesn’t miss your soft gasp when his tongue slides against you.

He's right-it's wet, warm, and just a bit rough. It feels as if your fingers are directly linked to your pussy because you could swear you can feel the glide of his tongue against your now throbbing clit and slick folds.

“don’t you trust me?” he inquires before letting your hands rest in your lap once again, not letting go of them for one second.

“of course i do,” you mumble back at him, shyly.

“you know i wouldn’t hurt you.” he smiles, squeezing your fingers briefly.

you nod, tentatively.

“it would feel so good.” he teases you as he tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear, head tilted to look into your eyes at your level. “my warm tongue sliding against your cunt.”

the lewd words shock you but more so, they work to arouse you. you feel as if you’re a piece of meat being seasoned for later.

you nod, gently, agreeing that it would likely feel pleasing and his smile grows with your small admittance.

“just let me kiss it.” his tone returns to the previous begging one as you stutter, mouth agape. “over your clothes! then you can decide!”

“you want to.. kiss.. it?” you repeat his words, more to process them than anything.

he hums excitedly with a nod. “i can show you!” and he quickly sits up to crawl over you, forcing you to lean against your palms with wide eyes looking up at his closed ones.

You gasp and blink rapidly as his lips meet yours, delivering a series of pecks and gentle kisses.

he hums into your lips, pushing a particularly long, pressurized kiss to them before separating from them with a smile. you were too shocked to actually return his kisses even if you wanted to.

you’re frozen as he sits back in his previous criss crossed position as if he hadn’t just taken your first kiss with the excuse of demonstrating how he’ll kiss your lower lips.

finally snapping out of your haze when he calls your name, you exhale sharply before touching the tips of your fingers to your flushed lips.

“y-you kissed me!” you exclaim with panic, shock, and utter fluster.

“yeah! that’s what i’ll do to your pussy- over your clothes of course.” he nods quick with a huge smile and thumbs up.

you stare at him as if he’s an exotic animal in a zoo for a bit before shaking your head harshly in attempt to snap yourself out of it. any idea of not crossing that dangerous line with yuji has left the station, he’ll forever be your first kiss and you, his. you’ll forever know the soft pressure of his lips on yours.

once you’re over the initial shock of the kisses, you allow your mind to wonder how that pressure and warmth would feel against your needy areas like he demonstrated.

“over my clothes?” you ask timidly, wavering on the edge of being convinced.

his eyes light up and he nods ferociously.

you take a deep breath and glance at his bedroom door with a gulp.

“don’t worry about him, sukuna is in his room. he can’t hear anything in there.” yuji dismisses your thoughts, seemingly reading your mind. sukuna’s music buzzes softly through the walls because of how loud it’s playing in his room and you know he’s right. you blush even harder at the assumption that you’d be making noise that could possibly be heard.

and really, when you think about it, you were fucked the second he asked you that initial request to teach him, no matter how stubborn you came off as. what twenty year old virgin can really resist their best childhood friend begging to eat them out?

“o-okay.” and the moment you utter the word, yuji’s smile immediately grows and he takes the opportunity to gently urge you down to lie against the floor. “b-but! we- we can’t talk about this happening ever again. what happens in this room, stays here.”

yuji waves you off, basically drooling like a dog as he nudges you down.

“im serious, yuji! this never happened.” you insist as the ceiling comes into view.

your heart rate sky rockets when you feel him maneuvering your legs to rest on his shoulders.

“okay, whatever you say!” yuji agrees and you’re not completely sure he can even hear you but honestly thats a problem for the future you who’s not horny enough to let their best friend use their tongue on them.

you sit up on your elbows to supervise what he’s doing with quickened breath and shaky hands.

he’s lying on his stomach, holding your thighs gently in place as he observes the covered area of your pussy.

he takes a long, deep sniff of the area and you gasp in surprise. “don’t do that!” you basically whine, not because it makes you insecure, but because you can physically feel arousal leak out of you to add to the wetness already soaking through your panties. he wants to smell you, taste you.

“so addictive, wow.” he mutters to himself, amazed at how just one whiff of your pheromones makes his jaw clench, forcing him to battle every instinct to tear your clothes off and truly discover your taste pallet.

and before you can even say anything, his lips are on your sweatpants, starting with an experimental peck you can hardly feel and then another one with more force right below your clit, pulling a gasp from you.

his eyes snap up at you excitedly at the sound he was rewarded with, his figurative tail wagging. “right there? i can’t really tell where everything is with these on.” he gestures towards your sweatpants and you gulp. he seems completely content and even ecstatic to be doing this at all, over thick pants or not.

“that’s my- uh- right under my c-clit.” you stutter, embarrassment bursting at the seams just uttering the lewd word to your friend.

“oh, clit is good right?” he asks curiously.

you nod slowly with a gulp. “that’s where it feels the best. kind of like- your tip i guess.” you clear your throat awkwardly, briefly divert your gaze, and then quickly return your eyes to his face, eager to watch his next move.

“ahh, i see!” he smiles, excited that he understands your anatomy to an extent. “so here?”

he presses a hard kiss to where he thinks your clit is but he’s still off, lips pressing into the area above your clit now. nonetheless, that area is still sensitive, pulling a breathy whimper from you. he’s unintentionally teasing you and your patience is slowly breaking with every kiss

you curse under your breath as eyes clench in conflict, briefly.

“what’s wrong?”yuji asks, worriedly before you shake your head at him.

“nothing, it’s just- it’ll be easier if i take these off,” you gesture towards the thick sweatpants, “you know, to teach you better.” you explain, quickly.

“right, right, to teach me!” yuji nods eagerly, helping you to pull them off by yanking them down your legs and barely getting them off of your feet. they pool around your left calf, showing how impatient the two of you virgins are.

only when he returns to position, arms wrapped tightly around your thighs and his face inches away from your thinly covered pussy, do you start to feel self-conscious. the frantic, desperate speed with which you both tore away the barrier between your panty clad pussy and his mouth is almost comical compared to how much the pace slows when he returns to his position.

he blinks at your nearly transparent, soaked cotton panties, observing how the wet fabric clings to the curve of your throbbing nub and exposes the shape of your lips, leading to what he assumes is your entrance.

“it’s really wet? is that okay? did i do something wrong or is this normal or?” yuji questions, curiously and a bit worried as he watches your nub twitch.

“sh-shut up,” you mutter at him, lying back to cover your face in shame. you assume he’s teasing you for being this wet already and all because of your obnoxious best friend.

“c’mon! you said you’d teach me,” he whines, dragging out your name obnoxiously.

you groan and reposition to prop up on your elbows once again to look down at him.

“fine just- don’t- laugh.” you threaten him with briefly squinted eyes.

he hums in impatient agreement, he’s barely able to take his eyes off of your pussy to look you in the eyes.

you take a deep breath. “i’m wet because i’m aroused.” you admit timidly and clearly embarrassed considering the way you mumble the word ‘aroused’

his eyes now have no problem leaving your sweet spot to look into your eyes with wonder. “i- i’m arousing you?”

you close your eyes briefly in embarrassment before opening them and nodding softly with gently knitted brows. “kinda.”

it takes everything within you not to facepalm. ‘kinda’? you’re soaked through your underwear and still leaking. ‘kinda’ is laughable.

a smile graces his lips in pride before returning his attention to your lower lips. “clit?” he voices before pressing a sweet kiss to your throbbing nub. the pressure of his soft lips is much more vivid now that your thick bottoms are out of the way.

“f-fuck” you grit out in a tone yuji’s never heard from you as your hips jolt up to subconsciously chase the feeling of his lips.

“yeah?” he asks, obviously happy with his affect on you.

you nod, helplessly as a darker wet spot rapidly forms where your entrance starts.

once he gets confirmation of where to focus on, he closes his eyes and begins to gently kiss your clit with no talking breaks between. each touch of his lips causes a whimper or gasp as you cling to the carpet. he firmly holds your thighs in place as you twitch and shiver with heightened sensitivity

“does that feel good?” he asks, hopeful.

you hum but it comes out as a moan, “you’re doing good.”

he seems to love your praise because he nibbles on the fat of your inner thigh in appreciation before continuing to kiss your pretty clit.

after only a few moments of gentle stimulation, he starts to lay open- mouthed kisses on you. the first time his tongue brushes against your clit is the first time you let out a real, loud, desperate moan.

yuji just can’t help but groan, the taste of your sweet liquid mixed with the sound of your beautiful noises is just too much. the vibration of his groan shoots through your nerves and your back arches with a gasp.

“w-woah, that’s wow.” you babble, unintelligibly.

yuji is delighted that you didn't mind him using his tongue; after all, it's part of kissing, right? its not as if he’s going against his promise to simply kiss you over your clothes. you even seemed to enjoy it. he knew you would.

with that, yuji sets aside his gentle kisses and moves directly to playful licks and curious strokes of his tongue against you. immediately, to his happy surprise, you release your grip on the carpet and instead clutch his pink hair tightly as you whine. your panties may as well not even be there, practically drenched from your arousal and his wet tongue, it clings to your pulsing labia. he can almost feel the contours of your folds against his tongue.

“‘s good?” yuji mumbles between licks, glancing up at your adorable flushed face that conveys so obviously that you’re feeling good.

“mhm! yes.” you mutter back at him, desperate to make him keep going

it’s laughable that your panties are the barrier you need to feel better about this, as if the thin fabric even matters when you’re this wet. at this point, he’s eating you out. panties or not, if someone were to walk in right now, they’d see yuji’s face shoved between your legs as you twitch and jolt in utter pleasure, pornographic sounds coming from your mouth and squelching pussy that you, nor yuji has ever heard come from you before.

he realizes pretty quickly that you favor when he lays his tongue flat and licks your nub from side to side, your sweet sounds get louder and you grip his hair so much harder. so he focuses on that, making sure to use that as his main attack. his mindset is the same as when he’s playing one of his video games

“y-you’re a liar!” you shout at him between gasps and guttural hums.

yuji whines into your pussy, unwilling to pull away to even ask what you mean.

“this is not- ngh!- not your first time!” you pull his hair harshly, desperate to feel his tongue deeper, closer, anything you can get.

your unintentional praise makes him whimper against you. the feeling of his fingers yanking on the straps of your white cotton underwear pulls you out of your deep trance of euphoria, allowing you to push on his forehead with a groan. his lower face glistens with your slick and he looks at you with a deep pout as you push him away from your sweetness, worried that he’s done something wrong.

“y-you didn’t cum, right? i’m not done, why are you pushing me-”

you shake your head with a whimper, “you’re pulling on my panties.” you gesture down at his hands gripping your straps.

he tilts his head with confusion. “so? i can’t take them off?”

you blink down at him and swallow hard.

“that’s- you said over my clothes.” you huff out, clearly out of breath and not completely unaware of the ridiculousness of your refusal.

it doesn’t take much to persuade you— a single kiss to your clit is all it takes before you’re both clumsily tugging your panties down your legs, hands colliding in your haste.

“off, fucking off.” yuji mutters, almost angrily at your clothing when they apparently don’t come off as quickly as he’d prefer.

“it doesn’t matter if you do it directly, right? i mean that doesn’t mean you’re actually eating me out—we’re just showing eachother how it feels. i’m sure a lot of friends do this.” you mutter through heavy breaths as you wrestle your panties down with him.

“right, yeah. whatever.” yuji dismisses, uncaring of whatever explanation you need to tell yourself to allow this

your breath comes out in heavy, desperate gasps, mingling with yuji’s as he takes control, swiftly yanking off your sweatpants and underwear, tossing them somewhere in his room to be quickly forgotten.

yuji immediately pushes your thighs apart with prying eyes, taking in the sight of your bare, slick cunt.

you whine as you attempt to close your legs when he stares for too long but it’s no use, yuji’s strength is terrifying. even the arousal isn’t enough to ignore the embarrassment of being observed so closely in such an intimate area. it doesn’t help that it’s your best friend doing the observing.

the noise that comes from yuji is primal, a deep throaty groan that only turns into a desperate ‘fuck’ when your chasm clenches around nothing in response to his groan.

“h-hurry, please yuji” you plead, whiny and clearly desperate but he fucking loves it.

he exhales deeply, licking his lips before absolutely ravishing you, his wet muscle abusing the poor nub you told him to focus on.

but direct contact is aggressive, so you squeal in sensitivity and push on his face once again until he’s whining and asking what’s wrong.

“too much! s’ too much.” you mumble in broken words, breathing deeply in relief that the stimulus has halted.

“i’m doing it wrong?” he asks, innocently.

“no yu’, my clit is just- sensitive, you’re going to fast.” you coo at him, instinctively rubbing the top of his head affectionately.

“slower?” he hums, curiously and you nod breathlessly.

he follows your direction, using his tongue to toy with your sensitive clit as slowly as he can.

and fuck he’s glad he listened to you because you start grinding your pussy against his tongue desperately, chanting his name like a prayer.

“that’s so- fucking good. you’re so good, yuji. you were r-right. it’s wet and and warm. a little -ngh- rough but it’s perfect. perfect.” you babble incoherently as he languidly kitten licks your little nub

yuji whimpers into you happily, rutting his aching cock into the ground as to chase any kind of friction he can

“you’re so yummy, so tasty. it’s sweet but not like candy, like nothing i’ve ever had before.” he mumbles against you, using his tongue between every few words.

his words seem to only add to your pleasure tenfold because you can feel a pressure building in your abdomen, similar to an orgasm you’ve experienced all alone but not nearly this intense.

you gasp loudly, “i’m- fuck, yuji you’re making me- i’m cumming”

yuji enthusiastically starts picking up his pace, flicking his tongue against your clit harshly and shaking his head side to side as he glides his tongue over you.

you squeak and push at his head. “no, yuji, wait-”

and he sadly unlatches from your pretty pussy and looks up at you, your fluid dripping down his chin. “i’m sorry, what’d i do?”

“you went too fast again, it’s okay it still feels good. it’s just not what was making me cum. when i say close to cumming, just continue what you’re doing. okay?” you teach him, embarrassment not even in the room anymore and instead replaced with shameless euphoria.

he nods shyly, “sorry, i just get so excited when you say you’re gonna cum”

“dont apologize. do you know how good you’re making me feel yuji? ive never felt so good. ever. even alone.” you admit and that seems to cheer him up, enticing him to lay his tongue flat against your nub

your eyes roll back, hissing slowly in pleasure as he ever so slowly licks you up and down, using the soft bottom of his tongue and the more rough top to stimulate you beautifully.

“yeah, that’s- mhm- keep doing that.” you coo at him, petting his hair and every now and then pulling at it

“cum, please, i wanna taste it.” yuji begs as he makes out with your cunt, not only focusing on your clit but your folds too which only allows for that feeling to begin to build once again.

“there! yuji! keep doing that. i’m so close.” you whine at him, eyes clenching shut and mouth dropping open.

your toes curl and you’re finally pushed over the edge, your vision tips white and it feels like your orgasm lasts minutes. and yuji’s such a good friend, helping you ride it out by continuing to caress your little bundle of nerves gently just like he now knows you like.

and as your body twitches harshly in after shock, yuji begins to make out with your clit like he loves it, as if he’s grateful to it for allowing him to stimulate it to release, rotating between using his tongue and his lips. you hiss and babble his name loudly in overstimulation.

“yuji, i came. no more— please!” you beg helplessly as you push against his forehead.

“again.” he muffles into your clit, only causing a sharp edge of stimulus to your nerves that makes you jolt.

“no! off off-” you command, sharply as you push against his face with both hands.

he whines the whole way but he does allow you to push him off.

“girls can cum more than once at a time! i read it— let me?”

“do you- actually like doing this that much?” you ask in disbelief, to your knowledge, most men think of this as a chore. some even refusing to do it. but yuji’s treating you like his favorite meal.

he nods furiously. “you taste so good, and you’re so soft and warm. i love when you twitch against my tongue, and jesus your noises are my favorite. i wanna keep going, please. one more?”

you whine and shake your head but yuji’s already back to work, experimentally slithering his tongue around your folds until he finds your entrance and then he shoves it deep into you. it’s obvious he’s inexperienced and just in love with your cunt, in too much of a haze to have seen your head shake with refusal.

you gasp loudly in equal parts pain and pleasure as you grip his hair with both hands. “no more! i’m so sensitive.” you plead him, an overstimulated tear falling from your eye as he explores your pulsing walls.

it seems as though he can’t even hear you until you shout that it hurts, then it’s as if a flip went off, immediately pulling his tongue out of your pussy and sitting up to check you.

you sigh shakily in relief as he crawls over you to caress your cheek. “i hurt you? are you okay? i’m so sorry. fuck.”

you shake your head weakly and gently nuzzle against his palm in relaxation. “it’s okay, it was just a lot at the end. but it- that felt really good before, you did really good,” you breathe out.

he smiles happily at you and licks his lips, trying to lick up the surrounding area of his lips as well to collect all of your slick in the same silly way you’ve seen when there was leftover food on his face.

he quickly yanks his sweatpants down, leaving him in his boxers and helps you into them to cover you, assuming you’re likely uncomfortable having your lower body uncovered on his bedroom floor.

he gently plops down to lie beside you in the way you always do but this time it’s completely different. the act of what just happened hangs in the now humid air.

the large tent in his boxers is impossible to ignore. “uh- you’re um- you’re hard.”

yuji blushes a bit and waves you off. “don’t worry about it, it’ll go away eventually— once i forget your taste i assume.”

you nod briefly and blush harshly.

“so how come i read girls can cum more than once but you couldn’t?” he wonders with curiosity.

you hum and clear your throat, “well, that was my first time being- uh- eaten out so i guess im just not used to the feeling yet?”

he hums with intrigue. “will you get used to it?”

a beat of silence ensues as you blink at the ceiling. “that’s um.. i don’t know. depends if i keep having orgasms like that, i guess?”

“i see.” he hums. you swear you can hear the wheels in his head turning.

“you’re really pretty down there.” yuji compliments you casually causing your cheeks to stay hot, momentarily throne off balance by his ambush of a comment.

“o-oh, thank you.” you gulp, thanking him nervously as you press your thighs together.

“i didn’t know they could look like that. kind of like a flower with petals. tasty petals with nectar on them.” he speaks his thoughts out loud with ease.

you should have assumed he’d act this way, this is who yuji is. and you’re his best friend, he wants to share all of his thoughts with you, even when it’s about your pussy that he had his tongue on and in just moments ago.

“a lot of guys say they don’t like giving head.” you snicker at him.

he gasps. “really? no that can’t be true.”

you shake your head and chuckle at him a bit.

then, it’s silent as you listen to the buzz of sukuna’s music still thankfully playing from his room.

“what- um- time is it?” you inquire with a clearing of your throat.

yuji immediately responds, but his voice cracks, only adding to the already awkward vibe. “think it’s been like twenty minutes.”

you gulp. “oh.”

“are we supposed to like, do something right now?” yuji voices, both of you too afraid to even look at one another.

“um like what?”

yuji shrugs to himself and gently but awkwardly slides an arm under your back and pulls you to lie on your side with your head against his chest. “like— this?”

you blink rapidly and freeze. “c-cuddle?”

he chuckles nervously and gently caresses your shoulder with the arm wrapped around you. “i guess, aftercare or something?”

you snort. “i think that’s reserved for couples, yuji.”

“oh. right, my bad.” he chuckles once again and pats your shoulder so awkwardly that you sit up with haste.

“i- uh- should go.” you mutter, eyes already searching the floor for your own sweatpants and panties.

he immediately sits up. “no! you were gonna sleep over. stay.”

you gulp and peek at him beside you. “okay, but we both need to shower.” the idea that your fluids are all over his face still is haunting you, not to mention the wet mark on the collar of his shirt.

yuji nods and laughs awkwardly. “you hungry?”

and right on cue, your stomach growls angrily.

and as you eat your peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, sitting on the counter as yuji leans against the opposite one, sukuna waltzes in and takes a water from the fridge.

he eyes the two of you as he gulps down his water, noticing the unusual silence between the two of you and the way you look guilty, as if you’ve done something bad.

sukuna snickers loudly. “actually gave in to the little runt, huh? cant say i didnt see that one coming.”

and your face burns up, remembering the fact that yuji told you sukuna was the one who told him to ask you to teach him in the first place.

yuji simply continues to eat his sandwich, unphased and just happy to be eating.

“shut up, sukuna.” you grumble, too familiar with his teasing.

“aww come on~ i’m not judging. no virgin can resist the temptation of head.” he smirks at you, leaning against the fridge.

you immediately grip your sandwich tighter than before as you avoid eye contact. he’s completely right, that’s exactly what happened.

yuji smiles to himself as he eats, blissfully repeating your words of praise over and over in his head. he’s barely even hearing your conversation with his older brother and not because he doesn’t know what you’re talking about, because he does. he just doesn’t care if sukuna teases you. you came on his tongue, that’s all that really matters.

“didn’t think you had it in you, kid.” sukuna praises the naive boy with a harsh punch to the shoulder. “what’d she taste like?”

you gasp and shove your face deep into your hands, thighs pressing together harshly in attempt to hide as much as possible.

“like savory candy! sweet but not sweet?i can’t pin point it exactly yet.” yuji explains unhurried and casually before taking a bite out of his sandwich.

sukuna laughs in his naturally creepy way before eyeing you up and down, smirking when he catches the sight of yuji’s sweatpants on you.

“you’re such a creep.” you mutter, arms crossing over your body, protectively.

sukuna ignores you, leaning over yuji as he wraps an arm around his shoulders. “what’s she look like under there? she shave?”

your eyes widen and you throw your sandwich at him in irritation but he easily ducks without even looking at you as he awaits yuji’s answer.

“now that i think about it, yeah she does.” yuji shrugs, brows furrowing in confusion when you send him a death glare.

sukuna laughs at you, “so cute. i bet she’s nice and wet in those sweatpants now too.”

you groan, irritated and rub a hand down your face in frustration.

sukuna walks up to you and leans into your ear, “little idiot make you cum, sweet girl? you teach him how?”

you shiver with wide eyes and a gulp before composing yourself and shoving him away with a roll to your eyes.

“hey— of course i did!” yuji exclaims, proudly and you simply sigh at yuji’s ignorance.

“you kids have fun,” sukuna chuckles and walks out nonchalantly and you don’t miss the fact that his music is turned off for the rest of the night.

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part 2 sukuna? 🫣

gojo satoru + being annoyingly handsome

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warnings: dub con ? (cursed speech), nsfw 🔞, virgin inumaki and reader, (inumaki is aged up to 19)

boyfriend!inumaki who accidentally groans ‘fuck’ as you guys makeout and before he can stop you, you’re already pulling his cock out of his boxers, slipping your loose shorts and panties to the side and sitting on it till the hilt before you snap out of your daze.

your eyes drop to examine your connection, and even though you seemed to have initiated it, you’re still taken aback by the sight. his cursed speech had never been used against you before and honestly it kind of scares you how powerful it is.

“y—you’re inside me—” you gasp out, shock and terror in your expression and tone. his hands fly to dig his fingers into your hips to keep you from moving as he grunts.

your eyes widen in tandem with his and you stare at each other with embarrassment and surprise. he then comically pulls out his phone with shaky hands and shows you a note saying ‘i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to’

whether you like it or not, inumaki has now taken your virginity and you’ve taken his. you had barely started getting comfortable enough to dry hump with him and now you can feel his leaking tip kissing your cervix. you’re quite lucky you had grown sufficiently wet making out before this because it doesn’t hurt as much as you thought it would.

“i—it’s okay,” you mumble briefly, aware that it’s not really his fault. you try to pull away from his pulsing cock with a flushed face but it feels as if an invisible barrier is holding you in place. honestly, you should just be thankful your body isn’t compelling you to bounce on him, despite his command of ‘fuck.’ you assume it’s because you’re a virgin, and your inexperience is somehow working in your favor, even though you obviously know what fucking entails.

“i- i can’t get off,” you whine in panic, gripping his shoulders like a vice as his lidded gaze flickers from your face, down at where he’s buried inside of your warm chasm with a wince.

panic rises to impossible heights as you hear someone walking in the hall past your room, likely another student. because you guys were only making out before, you had left the door to your room cracked open, your naive selves thinking it was quite risky and hot to do so. but now that his dick is inside of you, the hot risk has turned into a terrifying risk. yes, it’d be embarrassing and shameful if one of your peers walked in but god forbid a teacher did, you’d both probably be suspended or worse.

“t-toge, the door!” you whine at him, shakily and panicked. he seems just as scared because his wide gaze flickers at the door before gulping.

inumaki sets his phone down to the side and returns his shaky hands to grip your hips. he pulls desperately, attempting to help you get off but it’s like his strength has disappeared with his cock into your pussy because he can’t summon any power to pull you off for the life of him.

“get off,” he commands shakily, trying to help but instead, it does the opposite. your body feels as though its a doll with strings tied to it because now it chooses to use two fingers to start swiping harshly against your clit in that familiar way you do all alone. it seems his command was perceived as making yourself cum rather than getting off of his lap.

you immediately gasp in forced pleasure, forcing him to let out a groan as your pussy flutters around him. to play with your clit in front of your boyfriend of only a few weeks is terribly embarrassing and quite awkward for you but to toge? this is just about the hottest thing he’s ever seen. he can’t help but gawk and study the way you’re pleasuring your little bud, jumping at the opportunity to learn what you like. you know it’s not his fault but you can’t help but use your other hand to slap against his chest with irritation as your other refuses to relent.

“q- quit it!” you plead with panic, eerily aware of his gaze on your vulnerable clit.

“s-stop touching yourself,” he hesitantly commands at your request, making you deeply sigh in relief as your hands fly to grip his shoulders instead, leaving your poor clit alone. you don’t miss the way his cock twitches inside of you as he says those words, as if he’s aroused at the idea that he can force you to touch yourself or to stop whenever he likes.

honestly, his mind is reeling. he’s been desperately attempting to hold back filling your pussy with cum since you forced him in, he wouldn’t be able to think of a command to get you off of him efficiently right now even if he tried.

he does feel bad knowing it likely hurt you to take his seven inches in all at once, he and yuta often talk about the importance of foreplay for women, both desperately not wanting to be one of those guys who seem to be incapable of pleasing a woman. he also knows you’re anxious about the door as well, but he can’t help but feel giddy that he’s actually feeling your insides. after all, he’s the definition of a stereotypical nerdy virgin, desperate for any kind of stimulation from his sexy girlfriend. he’s never seen this expression on you before or any real woman, you look so shamefully aroused.

he’s fantasized about this moment for years, since you had become friends. though, he did imagine it to happen a bit differently, something with him eating you out until you’re nice and gushy and then easing his way inside before fucking you as long as he possibly could— but he’ll take what he can get.

“the door, the door,” you babble, redirecting his attention. you’re aware that he’s hesitant to give you another command, likely worried he might make things worse again like he did earlier when he accidentally made you touch yourself so the door takes priority over anything else. he nods at you with a gulp in preparation.

he then wraps his arms around your thighs and stands, making you both groan as the new position pushes his cock in even deeper. you take deep, shaky breaths in attempt to cope as he bites back the instinct to just start fucking you with hopeless abandon.

“g-go, toge, go.” you urge him, unintentionally moaning it out, making him clench his eyes shut briefly to focus before walking to the door and shutting it quickly. every step is like you’re being impaled, agonizingly euphorically.

you both breathe out in relief as he locks the door, but that relief is short lived because the next thing you know, he’s gently lying you on your back on the carpeted floor of your room as he places himself between your legs.

“o-kay—mhm— out, toge,” you breathe out, reminding him to pull out.

a long few moments of an unmoving toge deep inside of you with his head tilted down, eyes glued to where you’re connected makes your brows twitch in confusion. you almost believe he’s not going to pull out because of his pause.

little do you know, toge is at war with himself. part of him wants so badly to just say fuck it and fuck the idea of stopping right out of you, it’d be so easy. but the other, more logical part wants to take your feelings into consideration, aware that this is probably not how you wanted your first time together to be.

“t-toge?” you ask, tilting your head to the side a bit in attempt to see his face.

he seems to choose your feelings over his own at the sound of your shaky voice because he begins to slowly pull out, making you both moan together as you grip his shirt harshly.

when he finally withdraws from your weeping chasm, you get your first clear view of his pretty, blushing dick while he takes in the beautiful sight of your pussy. neither of you can help but stare. his leaking, glistening seven inches bobs just above your pussy and makes you bite your lip with a slow exhale.

“t-that was inside me?” you mutter in disbelief, his cock is just huge. part of you assumed he’d be on the smaller side, mostly because he literally calls you his omega and jokes that he howls at the moon but you couldn’t be more wrong.

he groans with clenched eyes, your praising words doing anything but assisting his self control. he pushes to lie on his back beside you, taking a large amount of effort to force himself off of you.

but before you can even sigh in relief at the feeling of no longer being stuffed to the brim, your body seems to act on its own once again. as he starts to slip his cock back into his pants, your body flies to straddle him and slip him fully inside again. it’s as if since the command hasn’t been called off or combatted with another, your body isnt able to stop until it is.

you whimper in a pathetic broken whine as you try to cope. but that’s nothing compared to what inumaki is feeling as your walls hug onto him, practically begging him to breed you.

he hisses and grips your hips again, unable to stop himself from bucking up into you in a singular harsh thrust, pulling a ‘ah!’ from your pretty lips.

“d-don’t do that!” you plead, whining. your adorable tone is absolutely not helping in toge’s attempt at forcing away the impending doom of cumming with scarce amounts of stimulation.

if he could talk without potentially hurting you, he’d repeat that he’s sorry like a broken record.

“fuck— we need to think of something,” you quickly breathe, attempting desperately to ignore the obvious as you rake your brain for ideas.

toge simply nods frantically, licking his lips as he eyes your pussy. he can’t think of anything but the blissful sight of your cute little clit twitching in distress.

“tell me to— ngh—” and before you can even complete your messy thought, he abruptly hisses harshly and loudly as if in a panic.

“move! move!” he groans at you in desperate warning of his imminent orgasm, nails digging into your hips as his begin to sporadically thrust up into you like he can’t control it. it feels as though he’s the one under compulsion because his hips just won’t stop humping up into you. it’s really not his fault, he tried to hold it back for as long as he could.

and unfortunately, ‘move’ does make you move— but not in the way he intended. you begin to grind your hips down on his jolting ones, unintentionally milking his cock of all of the cum he’s offering your pussy.

“are you—! cumming right now?” you gasp at the euphoric feeling of warmth shooting deep inside as his hard member bullies through your sensitive walls frantically.

you may as well be speaking to the wall because even though he hears you, the intensity of his high is just too euphoric to focus on your words. he’s not sure he would even choose to if he could because it’s just so embarrassing.

the sight of you fucking down on him as he desperately fucks up into you is anything but sexy, though inumaki would disagree. you both look like desperate, pathetic virgins who have no idea how to fuck, thrusts not lining up at all but still somehow working to help him ride his high.

“hahh— fuck! so good, you’re so good,” he babbles in such a pathetic tone that makes you moan back loudly with hands fisting his shirt. you really wish you didn’t have to, but you slap a hand over his mouth to silence him and prevent him from making things worse. while you can’t blame him for struggling to control his words at a time like this, the rare sound of your boyfriends sexy voice speaking normal words only brings you crashing down to your own climax

finding a solution is no longer on your minds; the intensity of real life sex is overwhelming. you anticipated it would be intense, but this feels beyond anything you could have imagined.

he groans beneath your palm, his brows pinched as his high slowly subsides, yet his ruts up into you remain relentless.

“i’m! i’m— i think— it’s—!” you stutter, hands flying to grip his hands on your hips, attempting to communicate that you’re right on the edge of your own orgasm. you don’t even need to say it, inumaki understands what you mean just from the way your grinding turns into a harsh bounce.

desperate to make you cum after embarrassing himself so badly, he uses two fingers to rub against your clit with zero technique and strategy. he’s trying to copy your moves earlier but he’s failing terribly, maybe he’d be able to do this efficiently if you weren’t bouncing frantically on his overstimulated cock.

it soon becomes clear that his inexperienced circles against your clit only work to rile you up more after a few minutes, seemingly making your orgasm stray away instead of pulling it closer.

you whine in frustration and he panics, eager to return the pleasure you gave him. despite the fact that you’re abusing his sensitive cock after he just came, his only concern is that he’s fortunately still hard enough for you to eventually find your release.

“p-please— wanna cum too!” you whimper, leaning down to lay a messy kiss against his lips, making his brows twitch in sympathy. the second an idea graces his mind, he halts his movements against your clit and instead tightens his hold on your hips to help you bounce. it’s impossible to hold back pathetic whines as he takes control of your moves.

“cum hard for me,” he coos, commanding you with urgency. and like clockwork, your vision blurs, your orgasm crashing down on you so hard that your back arches and you scream out his name for all of the dorms to hear just how good inumaki seems to be treating you.

“t-thank you— thank you— thank you—” you babble like an idiot, but he thinks you sound like a fucking angel.

he just about cums again at the sight of your twitching, jolting body mixed with the feeling of your pussy clenching on him harder than ever. though he’s a bit hurt he wasn’t able to make you cum without his cursed speech, he’s mostly just glad he was able to make you cum at all considering the situation at hand. he thinks it’s the least he could do for you.

after a few moments of your pussy squeezing him like a vice, it begins to clench in a pattern of sorts, like it’s your bodies built in way of assuring his cum will penetrate your uterus. he wants so badly to ask why that’s happening but he’ll have to wait to look it up later because the idea of typing that out makes his cheeks burn.

then, you collapse onto his body, slowly softening cock still snug inside of you as you gasp for air. he rubs your back soothingly as you tuck your head in his shoulder, basking in the afterglow together.

his phone must have landed near you because you hear him typing, making you sit up lazily to check.

he presents his phone to you with a blush, ‘i know that wasn’t ideal but that was really good for me. thank you and i’m sorry.”

and you can’t help but laugh, though you’re just as embarrassed, face burning as harshly as his is.

“it—it’s okay, you’re lucky i’m on birth control,” you sigh, wrapping your arms around his torso with relaxed closed eyes, more than unbothered that his soft dick is still nestled inside. it feels like you’re hugging him down there and up here, only adding to the intimacy.

“and it was good for me too,” you whisper seductively before nibbling on his neck.

you giggle when you hear him sigh deeply in relief and wrap his arms around you.

“you came awfully fast, toge,” you suddenly tease, making his face grimace in shame before he groans.

he wishes he could tease you back but he settles with pinching your waist playfully, causing you to squeak and jolt, making your hips jerk down on his sensitive cock. before you can even pray that he doesn’t react with an another command—

“f-fuck!”