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࣪𖤐 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : timeskip! yuuji itadori x fem! reader
࣪𖤐 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 : nsfw content, minors dni, both itadori & reader are in college, fingering, friends with benefits, teasing, female! reader, reader is megumi’s sister, unrequited feelings, slight angsty ending. this was originally posted on @/lunarmins, my old blog
࣪𖤐 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀'𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : this is a repost but a fic that's very dear to my heart. there is definitely a part 2 due for this fic that I'll write sometime once my semester settles down but for now enjoy!! ꒰ ˆ ꒵ ˆ꒱
"𝑾𝑬 𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫𝑵'𝑻 𝑩𝑬 doing this."
A simple phrase that’s passed over not only your lips but Yuuji’s, more than a thousand times before. It holds no weight anymore, heeds no warning, rather becoming nothing more than an empty saying to remind the two of you of the situation you find yourselves in.
It always ends like this, doesn't it? You should’ve known from the start that sneaking a boy into your house behind your older brother’s back, his best friend of all people, wasn’t going to end well. The countless stories you’ve heard and read should’ve proved enough to deter you from the idea, but here you find yourself again, standing in front of your bedroom window, curtains pulled aside as you stared at Yuuji on the other side glass.
Moonlight decks his light hair in a silver halo, his lips spread wide in a grin that’s unmissable, even among the darkness. This had become routine, one that you slipped into comfortably because that's what he brought you, comfort, warmth, familiarity.
He shouldn’t.
He shouldn’t be making you feel all this, yet he does.
It all started with a messy, accidental kiss on a night you both were a little past tipsy. It was a memory long locked away, but the aftermath that followed was what led you to where you find yourself right now. For weeks afterward, you couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss, how his lips felt against yours, the way he tasted like the faint tint of the strawberry chapstick he used. And Yuuji felt the same.
One drunken kiss was replaced with a sober one the night Yuuji came over with Nobara and a bunch of his other friends for a movie night. You had bumped into the pink-haired man as you were leaving the bathroom, bodies brushing against each other, eyes wide and breaths mingling. It was a moment of hesitation before his head ducked down to capture your lips with his own. You should’ve stopped then and there before things grew too heated, but he was addicted to saying the least. You couldn’t get enough of him, and he couldn’t get enough of you.
Hooking up with your brother’s best friend was the last thing you expected to come out of this, but who were you to complain? None of the college boys you had fooled around with in the past had been able to fuck you as good as he did. Despite not having the most experience when it came to things in the sexual field Yuuji was an eager and fast learner that managed to rip orgasm after orgasm from your body with ease. The very first time he made you cum was in the bathroom when Megumi invited him to a sleepover one night, one of your thighs slung over his shoulder and his tongue slobbering across your folds while you tangled your fingers in his hair. From that moment on the two of you knew you were hooked on each other.
It's with a sigh that you open your bedroom window, just like you’ve done countless times before to let Yuuji slip inside, shushing him when he wobbles, threatening to trip over a pair of shirts on the floor. He shoots you a pained, apologetic expression before he trails over to your bed and plops down on it, stretching himself out like he's been here a thousand times before.
“Is your brother home?” he asks, to which you shake your head, still awkwardly lingering close to the window. He studies you for a moment or two before he pats his lap invitingly. “C’mere…”
Begrudgingly you step closer, letting Yuuji’s firm arms wrap around you, effortlessly lifting you into his lap. Barely a moment passes before his lips are against your skin in a heated mess of kisses, littering them along the expanse of your exposed skin as you squirm in his lap. He sighs, nosing against your pulse point as your hands card through his hair, feeling the tension of the day slowly seeping from his muscles, melting in your touch.
"What's got you so tense, baby?" Yuuji asks you, brows slightly furrowed as his hands map your skin, feeling you up, all the way from your waist down to the small of your back. He did know you better than anyone else did and sometimes you did hate him for it. "Hm?" he presses.
You let out a heavy sigh, one that seems to carry the weight of the world, hiding your face in the crook of his neck and shoulder so he didn't have to see your face. But even so, Yuuji knows you too well, knows the dips and curves of your body, the ups and downs of your emotions - sometimes it frustrates you because you could never get away from hiding anything from him.
“I dunno,” you try to play dumb, hoping you could throw him off your trail. But truth be told you knew what was wrong, you’ve been at war with your feelings for the last couple of weeks, ever since you had spent the night at his place after a midnight call and a heated hookup. He had insisted you stay with him because he didn’t want you driving home in the dark, somehow swaying you into staying in bed with him.
Just thinking back at it has heat stirring in the pit of your stomach, a feeling of unfamiliar warmth blooming in your chest. Something about that night felt so right, the way he pulled you into his arms, cradled you close as the two of you drifted off to sleep, the care and tenderness he put behind every word, every thrust, every kiss…
Yuuji’s eyes study your face as a thick silence stretches over the two of you. You wished he’d stop looking at you like that, with wide eyes that always glinted with softness, those eyes of his that poured out every emotion he felt, even if he tried to hide it. He was an easy book to read, just like you, but the two of you danced around the very page you were stuck on. Were you strictly just friends with benefits or was there something more happening behind the scenes that neither of you wanted to admit to?
“You don’t wanna think for a while, huh? Want me to take your mind off things?” he asks you, his tone as soft as ever as his hands rub your hips, gliding along the skin where they’ve snuck under your shirt. You always crumble like putty in his hands and find yourself nodding perhaps a little too eagerly. “Alright, baby, I’ve got you.”
Yuuji’s kisses were addictive, and if you weren’t careful you could find yourself becoming far too dependent on them. He starts softly, slotting his mouth against yours and letting you taste him before it grows more heated as the moments pass. Before long his tongue is dipping into your mouth, groaning lowly as he tastes you without any shame. His hands remain planted firmly on your hips, stroking the skin there, his fingertips dancing over the waistband of your shorts and panties. You weakly hum into his mouth, giving him the green light to continue.
He knows your body like the back of his hand, he knows every dip and curve, where to kiss and suck to bring you the most pleasure. His lips seem reluctant to leave your own, but he breaks away for a moment or two to catch his breath, pulling his face back far enough to take in your pleasured expression, the corner of his lips tugging up the slightest. “Don’t tell me you’re already fucked out,” he teases, his words light and airy as he begins to scatter kisses along your neck, being careful enough to not leave any lingering marks, despite the urge to burn in his chest.
He wanted to mark you, bruise you up, and leave his claim on you so that everyone could see who you belonged to. But he knew it wasn’t part of the agreement the two of you came to and the last thing he wanted to do was let you go. He’d rather suppress his feelings and keep them hidden away in the dark corners of his heart than let you go and fuck someone else.
“Y-Yuuji,” you warn him in a breathy tone when he mouths at your pulse point, nearly able to feel the erratic thump of your heart in your chest. “Don’t tease me, you promised you’d make me feel better.”
He hums against your skin, giving it a teasing lick. “That I did.”
Deciding not to tease and tempt you any further Yuuji kisses down your neck, being careful to not leave a mark, per your agreement, despite his heart telling him otherwise. Silently he encourages you to lift your hips so he could pull both your pants and panties down with a few tugs, relishing in the small, pleasured sounds that escape your parted, glossy lips.
“Gotta tell me where you want me,” he mumbles against the crook of your shoulder, his hands dipping underneath your shirt, tracing up your backside, thumbing the hook of your bra as he considers taking it off for a moment. You whine softly in response, making him tut in faux disappointment. “Can’t give you what you want if you won’t speak up, baby.”
You grumble something against the skin of his neck before raising your head, your lips are so close to his own that they nearly brushed against each other as you spoke,” Want your finger inside me, Yuuji. Want you to make me cum on them. Wanna feel good-”
The pink-haired man grasps your chin with his other hand, raising a brow. “What do we say when we want something?”
Your heart flutters against our ribs, like a bird taking flight and at this moment you can’t decide if this is something you love or hate about him - the fact that the smallest of things he did fluster you, made you submit to him and play right into his hand. That he had you wrapped right around his finger and he didn’t even know it.
“Please.”
That seemed to be all that was needed for Yuuji’s digits to circle your aching cunt, letting his fingers delve between your sticky folds, collecting the slick there and glancing down for a fleeting moment to watch it string between his fingers. His fingers weren't long, but girthy enough that it was a stretch to take them sometimes, the pads of his fingertips slightly calloused, able to brush over those sweet spots of tours and give you a dizzying orgasm over and over again.
Unexpectedly he kisses you to distract you from the first digit he slides into you, moaning at the tightness and warmth that greets him, chuckling lowly when you grind down against his hands with feeble little rolls of your hips as if you wanted him even deeper. With ease he slides them even deeper, brushing along your velvet walls and seeking that one spot he knows would leave you a mess in his lap.
“There it is,” he mumbles when you let out a particularly loud moan, smirking against your mouth. “You’re so responsive today, aren't you?”
He’s only met with a mewl in return.
One digit soon turns into two and then three, stuffed knuckle deep in your pussy as he fucks you with them, ensuring that he was brushing right over your g-spot with every stroke, even letting you grind down against his hand. Yuuji wasn’t truly focused on what he was doing, but rather completely and utterly enamored by your face, the way your body moved, the little expressions of pleasure you made each time he made you feel good - the way you’d lick your lips then part them to let out another sweet moan for him, how your brows would furrow just the slightest when he rubs your clit. Every little thing about you left him awed.
Something in his chest stirs. Fuck.
This can’t be good.
“You’re clenchin’ round me,” Yuuji whispers against the shell of your ear, making you shiver against him, curling your body closer to his until your breasts were pressing against his chest. “You gonna be real good and cum for me? Hm?”
As much as you wanted to say something the words die right on the tip of your tongue when he rubs your clit in harsh, tight circles, winding your body up even further. Your muscles tighten, your body growing stiffer as your orgasm approaches. All that you can do is nod desperately, your breaths coming out as nothing more than short pants. In, out. In, out. Blood rushes through your ears, briefly drowning out the sweet encouragement dripping from Yuuji’s lips as he pushes you headfirst into a blinding high.
At first, your entire body goes rigid, and then you collapse against him as pleasure drowns you in unending waves, ecstasy burning through your veins in a white-hot fire, setting your body alight. Yuuij doesn’t slow the pace of his fingers, nor his thumb on your clit, forcing you to ride out your high and only heightening your sensitivity, swallowing your moans with a flurry of heated kisses, keeping your shaking body secured against his own with a firm arm wrapped around your waist.
“I’ve got you. Never letting go of you…”
It’s only when you push at his wrist and whine against his mouth that he finally slows his pace, pulling his soaked digits from your fluttering cunt and popping them between his lips to taste. Your eyes are dazed, unfocused, and twinkling as you watch him savor the taste of you on his tongue, and fuck, you look as pretty as ever as a post-orgasmic glow settles over you.
For a long, while soft pants and heated breaths fill the silence, the fog in your mind slowly dissipates as you come down from your high. Yuuji is transfixed, watching you as if it were the first time he made you come. Only when you tug at his shirt, inching it upwards, does he snap back to reality.
“I don’t think I can fuck you tonight.”
“What?” you breathe. Your stunned expression gives away more of your surprise than you would've liked to, but when it came to Yuuji it was hard to hide anything. When he doesn’t answer you pull back to look at him with a puzzled expression, repeating yourself.
He’s conflicted, more than he's ever been in his life, his brows drawn together until a crease formed between them, his lips pulled into a tight, thin line. He’s no longer focused on your face, his head tipped forward so he could avoid your expression. “I’m sorry, but I just can’t.”
“Yuuji-”
He uncurls your arms from around him before you can even pester him with more questions, the bed dipping as he gets to his feet, adjusting his clothes. Even in the darkness of the room, he can see the panic setting into your eyes as you scramble to sit up, ready to reach out for him, a plea sitting on the tip of your tongue.
He steps back. He's in too deep already, and tonight had been the finalization of his feelings for you. This arrangement had been doomed from the start, but for your sake, he wanted to try. After all, he would do anything and everything for you, to keep you happy. His chest tightens uncomfortably as if someone was squeezing at his heart.
“Yuuji…” He hates how soft his name sounds coming from you.
He’s already halfway out the window when he whispers into the night, “Keeping this up would be like walking around with a bullet in my chest. I’m sorry… You can find someone else to fuck you.”
The night swallows him whole, his figure disappearing into only darkness as the void in your chest grows, it expands as far as the ends of the galaxy — a star threatening to implode.
