Katsuki's Parents Are Fashion Designers, So Of Course, You'd Ask Him For His Opinion On The Perfect Outfit

katsuki's parents are fashion designers, so of course, you'd ask him for his opinion on the perfect outfit for lunch with them.

you've been in the bedroom for 10 minutes. katsuki’s been in the kitchen just as long, already dressed, waiting for you. he sighed, patience wearing thin. "you having trouble in there, doll?" he called out, his voice carrying through the house.

"nope! i'm done actually, coming down!" you replied, the sound of your heels clicking on the floorboards following soon after.

your fiance glanced at the staircase and… wow.

for a moment, it was like the world faded away.

all he could see was you.

you, in that beautiful dress.

a white dress with a delicate rose pattern, paired with red heels. your hair was down, loosely curled, with a white cardigan draped over your arm.

katsuki couldn’t tear his eyes away. you looked effortlessly stunning, and it hit him all at once—how lucky he was.

"so, what do you think?" your voice brought him back to the present. you were closer now, smiling up at him, that irresistible smile that always made his heart do somersaults. "the best part of this dress? it has pockets!" you added, grinning.

he blinked, trying to shake off the daze. "what's with you women and pockets in dresses?" he muttered, though there was no bite in his tone.

you pouted, and katsuki barely resisted the urge to reach out and pinch your cheeks, frustrated by just how cute you were. "pockets in dresses are rare, y'know? and it’s a hassle to carry a bag if you’re just bringing a few things."

"then why the fuck don't you just wear pants?"

"they're uncomfortable."

the blond sighed, shaking his head. "whatever."

you rolled your eyes, not letting him off the hook. "you didn’t answer my question."

he raised an eyebrow, "hah?"

"what do you think of the dress?" you tilted your head, waiting.

he hummed, his gaze sweeping over you from head to toe, admiring every detail. instead of answering, he tilted your chin up and pressed a slow, sweet kiss to your lips, pouring all his thoughts and feelings into that one gesture.

you melted into him, resting your hands gently on his chest. katsuki pulled away just enough to grab your hand. "let’s go."

you smiled softly behind him. "okay."

you didn’t need words to know how katsuki felt about the dress—or about you. his actions said it all.

Insatiable girlfriend who’s exhausted boyfriend hands her off to his friends like… Please, do what you want with her, just bring her back tired.

prt one

pornstar!satoru who pays for a month of your onlyfans—for research purposes. he needs to find out who this boyfriend of yours is, and figure out a way to get rid of him.

pornstar!satoru who knew it was a long shot, that you might not even show him on your page at all. and of course he got distracted a few times whilst scrolling through your posts, dick rock solid and at attention with each new angle of you of his screen.

pornstar!satoru who, when he finds the more homemade stuff, he’s pathetically jealous of the man that frequents your bed so often. how big his hands look as they lay lovingly over your skin, how in love you look as you suck his cock, how well his tip hits your g-spot over and over and—of course he fucking knows him. a video of you on your back piques his attention, your man in between your legs and lapping at your needy pussy like he’s starved. satoru knows that long hair, that cheeky sexdrunk smile that pulls at his lips while he eats you out, he knows those purple fucking eyes that turn to glance at the camera.

of course it’s pornstar!suguru.

pornstar!satoru who suddenly has his cock out, languid strokes of his fist over his length is nothing to the memories of pornstar!suguru's lips wrapped around his length. who is so enthralled by the knowledge that both him and his former co-star have gotten to feel the flutter of your pussy around their cocks.

pornstar!satoru whos fingers are frantic as he searches for more of you together, and ends up spending way too much money on subscriptions just to watch you get fucked stupid on the same cock that he once did for a film a few years back. who wonders if you feel the same stretch with suguru as you did with him. if you were forced to choose, relationships be damned, who you'd say made you cum harder.

pornstar!satoru whos dick gets impossibly harder at the thought of you not choosing at all. who lets himself picture it, you spread out for both him and pornstar!suguru, your eyes wide at the prospect of taking both of them at once. how he'd take your mouth first, how with each thrust of suguru into your pussy would push you forward onto his cock. how he'd kiss your boyfriend breathless while they're both balls-deep inside of you.

pornstar!satoru who strokes himself along to a video of you riding pornstar!suguru. who times his orgasm just right with your shared one, who goes fucking blind for a moment with the way his climax washes over him. your noises, suguru's noises, the imagined smell of sweat in the air. he moans, a dirty mixture of your name and his, something embarrassing and still he remains steadfast in his lust.

pornstar!satoru who, because he respects himself at least a little, gives himself fifteen minutes for post nut clarity to set in. and when it doesn't, he's texting his agent in the dead of night and very firmly requesting to be booked again

with both of you.

pornstar!suguru who, upon having you home from a particularly tiring shoot, is doting on you with heart-shaped pupils. He's got you laying down with him on the couch, big hands working magic on your sore muscles.

pornstar!suguru who doesn't always ask for details about your shoots. he knows it's just work, hell, he's a pornstar himself, he doesn't need the raunchy details of your jobs to keep himself from spiralling. but something about today feels different. today, you seem uncharacteristically fucked out.

pornstar!suguru who is more than surprised when you're still rearing to get fucked silly that night. you groan about your shoot with a new pornstar, and how his touch is still lingering on your mind. and suguru laughs, because jealousy doesn't come easy to him-- if anything, knowing you're still in his bed at the end of the day just gets him even more worked up.

its when pornstar!suguru bottoms out inside of you, that shared gasp of ecstasy leaving both your lips that you mention how he asked you out for drinks after the shoot. you add on, of course, that you turned him down, but the comment still has your boyfriends interest piqued.

pornstar!suguru who, with a kiss to the corner of your lips and a gentle thrust into you, asks who this admirer of yours is. and just as the names about to leave your lips, his phone chimes on the bed with an email.

an offer. a threesome shoot: him, you, and a second male. it's the best paying shoot he's gotten in a long time. he hasnt quite scrolled down to see who the other talent was, so when you snatch his phone, legs still wrapped around his waist, he catches that smile on your lips. he catches the way you clench around him.

"that's him," you speak, such pretty words from your lips as you turn the screen to show him the name and headshot of pornstar!satoru.

and pornstar!suguru's dick gets impossibly harder.

tags: @meowforluv @p1xlesk1nn @ch3rryistheg @miizuzu @okayiamkassandra

(if u asked to be tagged and ur not here i apologise i am just a girl anyways pt 3 will be a full fic thxies)

petty!shoto posting pics of u at specific angles knowing katsuki uses them to masturbate in his room

katsuki fucking ppl who look just like you just for a inkling of what it’s like

adult!katsuki drunkenly confessing to adult!shoto abt his love for you

jealous!shoto taking you home off after friends night out and fucking you to remind you of who you belong to

various cosplayers/shippers dropping porn of all three of you in paris

I WANNA BE YOUR ENDGAME – Chapter 03

🏒❤️ A Hockey Romance feat. modern!Sukuna

Pairing: HockeyPlayer!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: College AU, Hockey AU, fluff + smut Playlist: I wanna be your Endgame Word Count: 3.6k Warnings: 18+, smut. Fuckbuddies to lovers. Mentions of masturbation in this chapter and Reader has some dirty fantasies about our favorite hockey player. Reader is a creative writing student. Sukuna is an ice hockey player + history student. This story will have approximately 10 chapters. Minors don't interact. Header by me. Divider @/benkeibear

MASTERLIST

You are at the Tigers' next home game, too, watching and cheering from the stands, having fun just like the last time, but now you also understand the rules, thanks to your private lesson with Sukuna. You still grin anytime you look at the hockey rules written in his elegant handwriting and the little drawing with the tattooed stick figure.

The Tigers win, thanks to Sukuna scoring several goals. You congratulate him after the game, when he once again skates next to you as you walk past the plexiglass. And Sukuna smiles one of his rare dazzling smiles at you, which makes you feel giddy for the rest of the evening.

But Sukuna isn't just on your mind when you are at one of his hockey games. You catch yourself looking for pink hair anytime you walk over campus. And more often than not, when you eventually spot Sukuna, he is somehow already looking at you with his boyish grin and a raised eyebrow, as if he was looking for you, too.

You run into him in front of the dining hall several times, and he tells you to join him, leading you to his table again. You are surprised to realize that, apparently, it's a regular occurrence for Sukuna to sit on his own, or if someone is with him, it is only his brother or the team's kit manager, Uraume, who somehow seems to be on friendly terms with Sukuna, too.

It makes you wonder because you always assumed the star player would be surrounded by his teammates or admirers, basking in their attention.

It's one of those days when it's only Sukuna and you who have lunch together, when you blurt out,

"Why are you always sitting here alone or with your brother or Uraume? Why don't you sit with your teammates?"

Sukuna huffs at your question,

"Most of my teammates bore me to death or piss me off. They know better than to sit with me. In the beginning, they tried to tell me that the team always shares a table, but I told them to fuck off and not get on my dick. They got the message. They do as I say on the ice, and they also do what I say off the ice."

You don't doubt it. Anyone who seeks a fight with Sukuna must be crazy. This charming version of Sukuna you meet isn't the version he is for most people. He can be an asshole, and you don't doubt for a second that he doesn't hesitate to throw some punches off the ice too.

But the bad boy doesn't seem that bad when he has lunch with you. Sukuna is actually a charming lunch companion and full of surprises.

You put the novel you are currently reading on the table, and Sukuna jerks his chin toward the book, commenting on one of the characters in a way that tells you he knows what he is talking about. You look at him curiously,

"You read it, too?"

Sukuna leans back in his chair, one arm casually resting on the backrest of the chair next to him, his thighs spread under the table, his long legs brushing against yours, and a smug grin spreading over his handsome face.

"Yeah. Believe it or not, princess. I read a lot in my free time and for my classes, too."

And you suddenly realize that you have no idea what Sukuna's major is. You always assumed it was something obvious, like kinesiology or sports management. But his comment about reading makes you curious.

"What is your major, Sukuna?"

You didn't think it was possible, but Sukuna seems to look even more smug when he answers you,

"History."

Your hand that was bringing your spoon to your mouth stops mid-air, and you blink at Sukuna.

"History? Okay, wow, I didn't expect that."

Sukuna's grin is shit-eating by now, his eyes sparkling in amusement.

"Why not? You think I'm some dumb jock? I am offended, princess."

"No... I.. I don't know. I guess I pictured history majors differently. And isn't it kind of boring? All that old stuff?"

Sukuna raises an eyebrow at you,

"I analize past events to see what we can learn from them for modern times. It's about critical thinking and evaluating human actions. What is boring about that?"

"When you put it like that it doesn't sound so bad, I guess."

"Exactly. You are a creative writing major, right princess? You have all your fictional stories that you read or write yourself. They aren't boring to you, right? Now, I, on the other hand, have all those stories that actually happened. And many of them are first-class novel material. All that old stuff, as you call it, is very interesting. All the drama, the betrayal, the political intrigues."

You nod solemnly,

"Yeah, if I want to write a story set in the past I have to do research, too, to see how life worked at that time. How lucky that I have an expert to ask for help now!"

Sukuna grins at you,

"You're such a lucky girl indeed. But don't think I will just share my knowledge for free."

You give Sukuna a blank look,

"What? You gonna charge money for it?"

"Who said anything about money?"

He grins teasingly at you and you roll your eyes, throwing your hands up as you grin back at Sukuna,

"So, what kind of payment do you have in mind?"

"Maybe I am talking about this," Sukuna gestures to the table and your plate, "Keeping me company for lunch, coming to my games, being an enthusiastic enjoyer of my cigarette smoke. By the way, I need one after we are finished eating. You coming with me, princess? Consider it a payment in advance for gaining acess to all the amazing history knowledge in my mind."

Sukuna winks at you, and you can't help but laugh.

"Okay, I think that sounds fair."

You're on your way to your dorm after class when you hear your name getting called by a very familiar, smooth, low voice. You turn around, only to almost drop the stack of books you are carrying in your arms.

Sukuna is jogging toward you, apparently going for a run as part of his daily workout, and there is definitely too much of his tattooed skin and buff muscles on display.

You stare at him, probably looking like a complete fool, as your eyes trail over Sukuna's tall, muscular figure. He's only wearing a black tank top and red shorts with the Tigers logo. It's far too little clothing to cover up how gorgeous he is.

You gulp hard. Sukuna looks so sexy, with his muscles all buff, the veins on his arms standing out from his workout, and a thin layer of glistening sweat coating his tattooed skin and muscles.

He asks you how your day was, and you manage to give him an answer that sounds halfway sane while your gaze travels up and down his body.

You don't know where to look. There is just so much of him, and it makes you feel so flustered! Sukuna makes you feel things you aren't ready to admit, but the fluttery feeling in your stomach grows more intense by the second.

Your heart jumps to your throat when you glimpse a pair of black bands peeking out from under Sukuna's shorts.

Oh my god. Does he have upper thigh tattoos?

You stare at those tempting black lines on Sukuna's muscular thighs a moment too long before you catch yourself, and your head quickly snaps up again, eyes wide, looking at Sukuna's face with an expression that does nothing to hide how affected you are by him and his stupid gorgeous body.

A cocky smirk spreads over Sukuna's tattooed face. The face of someone who knows exactly how sexy he is.

"Do you like my tattoos, princess?"

"Yeah, um... they look very cool," you manage to say, and before you can stop yourself, you add, "How many do you have in total?"

You silently curse yourself the moment the words have left your mouth because you know you just presented Sukuna with an open goal. And, of course, he doesn't even let a second go by before he grins at you with a devilish glint in his eyes, his voice dropping to a seductive timbre,

"I'll let you count them if you want."

You make a sound of complaint, but Sukuna's words send your pulse racing, and you are sure he knows it. You are saved from further embarrassment though by the beeping sound Sukuna's heart rate monitor makes to inform him something is off. He laughs softly and jerks his chin toward you,

"I have to keep going. See you at my game!"

And with that said, Sukuna runs past you, but not without reaching out to ruffle your hair, making you yell after him to stop ruining your hairstyle.

It's a busy weekend for you, with several deadlines for assignments and a birthday party in your dorm that you help organize, so you decide not to go to the hockey game.

You don't even think about it until Monday morning when you get practically cornered by a scowling Sukuna.

You turn around after getting some books from your locker only to gasp because Sukuna is standing in front of you, tall and buff, effectively blocking your way.

He takes a step closer, his tall, broad body blocking out the light and the other people in the hallway, making it seem like it is only you and him. One of his large tattooed hands comes to rest on your locker, right next to your face, and Sukuna leans down so he is on eye-level with you, stopping only centimeters from your face.

"I didn't see you at my game."

You hug the books you just got out of your locker to your chest as you tilt your head to smile nervously up at Sukuna.

"Yeah, I was too busy and couldn't make it."

Sukuna curls his lips, and you feel the need to shrug apologetically and add a soft,

"Sorry."

Sukuna sighs and straightens up again, running his hand through his pink hair, slicking it back while fixing you with a sulky look out of his beautiful maroon eyes. It almost looks like he is pouting.

"You know that's a problem, right, princess? We lost the game."

You blink up at him in slight alarm before you see the mischievous sparkle in Sukuna's maroon eyes and see the corners of his lips twitch.

And so you play along and stare at him with comically big eyes, pressing a hand to your mouth that is opened in a fake shocked expression.

"Oh no! Forgive me, Your Majesty, King Sukuna The First! I wasn't aware that my absence would lead to your men's defeat on the icy battlefield."

Sukuna chuckles softly and leans closer again, both of his large hands placed on each side of your head now, his voice a low whisper, as if he is sharing a secret with you,

"I like it when you are there to watch me play. You are my personal lucky charm, princess. We haven't lost a single game since you started coming. But we lost this Saturday. Call me superstitious, but as a responsible player, I must demand your presence at all future home games."

You look at his beautiful face, so close to you that you can make out every little detail of the second pair of eyes tattooed into his skin. You feel your heart beat faster and a smile spreads over your face as you tilt your head, coming even closer to Sukuna,

"Well, I guess then it's my duty to come to every game. I promise I will take my job as your personal lucky charm seriously from now on."

Your voice has also dropped to a flirty whisper, and your pulse flutters wildly with Sukuna standing so close to you. You can feel the warmth radiating off his tall, muscular body. Can smell his sexy cologne again and a hint of cherry, maybe from his hair gel.

Your gaze meets Sukuna's maroon eyes. A lazy but contented smile spreads over his beautiful face. His voice is still barely a whisper, low and seductive, almost a purr,

"Good girl. That's what I wanted to hear."

You can feel his warm breath on your cheek, and you instinctively feel your lashes flutter and tilt your head back even more, your lips parting slightly as if preparing for a kiss.

For a moment, the two of you are locked in your own little universe, where it's only the star player and his lucky charm. Only Sukuna and you, so close to each other that you feel each other's body heat and your breaths brush over each other's lips.

So close.

You gaze deeply into each other's eyes, and Sukuna leans even closer. You think he is really going to kiss you. Your eyes close as your heart beats like crazy.

But a loud yell of "Sukuna! Coach is looking for you!" interrupts the moment, and both your and Sukuna's eyes fly wide open.

He pulls away, rolling his pretty eyes in annoyance as he yells over his broad shoulder at his teammate,

"And what the fuck is so important? I would have come to his office after class anyway! It's not my fucking fault that we lost!"

Sukuna's maroon eyes snap to yours again, and he huffs and grins, cupping your cheek with his large hand and brushing his thumb over your lower lip, adding in his typical velvety voice,

"Neither your fault, princess. Even though you should have really been in the arena. But you can double the good luck at the next game by cheering extra enthusiastically for me. Will you do that for me?"

You barely manage a nod and murmur a breathless "Okay," making your lips move against Sukuna's thumb, almost like a little kiss, before he pulls his hand away and grabs his backpack to sling it casually over his broad shoulder and wink at you one last time before he leaves to see his coach.

You let your head fall against the locker, hug your books tightly to your chest where your heart is beating like crazy, and stare dumbfounded after Sukuna's tall figure. Your knees feel weak, and there is heat pulsing between your thighs from all the sexual tension that was between you and Sukuna just seconds ago.

You let out a long breath and chuckle softly to yourself.

Sukuna's lucky charm, huh?

You like the sound of that.

You find yourself in the hockey arena sooner than expected. But not for a hockey game. One of the girls from your classic literature class is on the figure skater team, and she asked if you could meet her after her training to do the assignment you have together.

You thought you would leave again and go to the coffee shop to work there, but your assignment partner scrunches her face apologetically,

"I'm so sorry, but I can't leave yet. I have to stay here and wait for my teammate to give me the keys to the team room, but she is still in the back talking to our coach. But we can do the assignment here. We can just get comfy on the stands and work there. Is that okay with you?"

You tell her it's okay and follow her, letting her lead you to the otherwise completely empty stands. Just when you sit down, you hear several voices coming from the direction of the ice, and when you turn your head to look what's going on, you see the hockey team entering the rink now for their training. And, of course, there he is.

Sukuna.

He looks gorgeous as always, smiling broadly about something Yuuji said to him as he skates casually over the ice, his helmet still off and under his arm, unaware that you are here to watch him. He isn't yet wearing his usual hockey jersey but a tight, black, long-sleeved compression shirt and his shoulder pads. It looks sinful on him, accentuating every muscle on his gorgeous body. Even from this distance, you can count his abs.

He looks beautiful. Especially with that genuine smile lighting up his face as he laughs with his brother.

You stare at him, following his every move, while trying to listen to your assignment partner's ideas. But she stops mid-sentence, and when you take it as a clue to look at her, she is grinning at you like the Cheshire Cat.

"So, Sukuna, huh?"

She jerks her chin toward the hockey team down on the ice, and you shake your head quickly, making a dismissive hand gesture.

"No, it's not like that."

She raises a skeptical eyebrow but leaves it at that. For a few minutes, the two of you work on the assignment while you steal the occasional glance at the rink.

The problem with the hockey arena is that it is cold as the ninth circle of hell. You hug yourself and rub your arms, shuddering in the chilly air of the arena. You didn't think you would work on the assignment here, or you would have brought a jacket.

It's right then that you suddenly hear your name called in that familiar, sexy, low voice.

You turn your head, unable to stop the big grin from spreading over your face, as you see Sukuna leaning against the boards beneath your seats, touching the plexiglass that separates the rink from the stands, and looking up at you.

"Are you here to bring me luck during training, too? You really take your job seriously, princess. I approve of that eagerness."

You laugh, playing along and making a salute gesture,

"Of course. I am always on duty, sir!"

Your little salute gets messed up by how violently you tremble from the cold, though. Sukuna raises an eyebrow, and his eyes travel over your body, over the thin t-shirt you are wearing.

"You're not dressed for the job, though. What are you doing, freezing your pretty ass off?"

You laugh,

"I didn't know I would spend an hour in here."

Sukuna huffs, brushing a stray strand of pink hair out of his forehead,

"Wait a sec."

He pushes himself off the boards and casually skates to the other side of the ice. You see him grab something from the bench where his stuff is. And then he glides back over the ice toward you with his sexy smirk on his tattooed face and his white team hoodie in his hand.

The sight makes your stomach flutter. You grin from ear to ear as Sukuna skates over to you, stopping at the boards and grinning up at you.

"Come down here and put that on, princess! I don't want my good luck charm to get a cold!"

You chuckle as you hurry down the stairs to the boards. Sukuna throws his hoodie over the plexiglass, and you catch it and quickly slip into it.

A blissful sigh leaves your lips. Sukuna's hoodie is so soft and warm, and it smells just like him, making your stomach tingle when you smell his fresh, sexy, boyish scent mixed with cigarette smoke and cherries.

You smile gratefully at the star player, who can actually be pretty nice contrary to his bad boy reputaion.

"Thank you, Sukuna."

Sukuna stands there, resting his chin on the back of his hand on his hockey stick as his beautiful maroon eyes slowly wander over you. There is something in his eyes that you haven't seen in his gaze before, but you can't quite name it.

All you know is that Sukuna's gaze lingers a lot longer than necessary on your body, which is now clad in his hoodie. He looks happy somehow, pleased, but there is also something darker in his eyes, almost like some primal hunger.

It makes you lick your lips nervously, but then Sukuna seems to shake himself out of it, and he smirks at you again, just as cocky as always, flirty and sweet-talking like a champ,

"You're welcome, princess. Anything for my lucky charm."

He skates back to where his teammates are doing practice shots, joining them immediately in full hockey star mode.

You feel oddly light-headed from the encounter with Sukuna and the feeling of his warm, comfy hoodie on your body, and his sexy scent in your nose as you walk back to your classmate.

She looks at you with an amused expression on her face and a "see, I told you so" attitude written all over her face.

"Oh yeah, it's clearly not like that at all, huh?"

You leave the arena huddled comfortably into Sukuna's hoodie, your hands shoved deep into the soft front pocket, smiling at how the hoodie looks more like a dress on you because of the height difference between you and Sukuna. It's making your tummy flutter a bit to imagine him wearing it before he gave it to you. Almost like you get an indirect feel of his tall, strong body. You bite your lip and try to chase that thought away. This is dangerous territory.

But the thing is, even when you are back in your dorm, you can't bring yourself to take off Sukuna's hoodie.

It's far too comfy and warm, and so you just stay in it the rest of the evening while preparing dinner and working on your assignment. It also smells so good. You catch yourself bringing the soft fabric up to your nose several times to inhale the fresh and seductive scent that is Itadori Sukuna. Fresh cologne, cigarette smoke, and cherries.

You tell yourself you will take the hoodie off before bed. It will be too warm to sleep in it anyway. Yes, definitely, you will change into one of your usual T-shirts!

Just five more minutes.

In the end, you stay in Sukuna's hoodie. But it is a bad idea, as you soon realize when you lie in your bed, and your mind gets flooded with images of Sukuna's sexy grin and his gorgeous tattooed body. You feel a bit guilty when your hand slips into your panties while you are still wearing the hoodie that smells like Sukuna. You don't want to be into him like that!

But you can't stop yourself, even though it feels kind of wrong to give in to the sudden urge to push your panties down so you can feel Sukuna's hoodie brush over your wet pussy, soaking the soft fabric with your arousal as a needy moan falls from your lips.

You imagine Sukuna lying in his bed with a hand down his pants, too, while he thinks of you in his hoodie and nothing else. And that thought leads to an all too sexy fantasy of you riding Sukuna on his bed while you're wearing his hoodie, and his large hands slip under it and wrap around your waist. And he's smirking at you and calling you princess and his lucky charm while you bounce on his lap until you cum all over his gorgeous cock.

You curse yourself a little for whispering his name when you cum so hard that your vision goes black for a moment.

I would SQUEAL internally if Sukuna gave me his hoodie ❤️❤️ And being his personal lucky charm sounds like the best job ever to me! AAAHH he just drives me insane!

Thank you so much for all the love for this AU!! I hope you enjoyed Chapter 3, too. Comments and reblogs would be very sweet ❤️

In Chapter 4, Reader and Sukuna end up in the locker room together. Let's see what that leads to ;)

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? 🫣