🦇 dry humping with experienced boyfriend yuuji...
content warnings / (all characters are 21+) shy inexperienced!reader, experienced!yuuji, dry humping, lots of reassurance from yuuji
yuuji notices something’s off before you even say a word.
it’s in the way your smile goes a little tight when he leans in to kiss you—like you’re into it, but there’s this little knot sitting in your chest at the same time. he pulls back just enough to see your face, eyes warm and way too earnest.
“hey,” he says softly. “you okay?”
you try to shrug it off, but it just sits there, heavy. “you’re just...” you mumble, looking anywhere but at him. “you’re really good at this.”
“all of it,” you say, sharper than you meant, “kissing. touching. you always look like you know exactly what you’re doing.”
his expression shifts—less playful, more focused. he nudges closer, hand settling on your thigh. “oh,” he says quietly. “so that’s what’s chewing at you.” his fingers squeeze once. “come here.”
you lean back in almost on autopilot. he kisses you again, but slower this time. not showy, not trying to prove anything. just warm, steady pressure, tongue brushing yours like he’s easing you into it instead of showing off.
at some point, you shuffle closer, just wanting more of him, and end up half in his lap without really thinking about it. it’s barely a wiggle forward. you’re still kissing him when you settle your weight down fully and feel it.
he’s hard. thick heat right under you, pressing up against you through your clothes. your breath snags in your throat, and you go still.
yuuji makes a small, helpless sound into your mouth and immediately pulls back, eyes searching your face. “too much?” he asks, sharper with concern now.
you shake your head, cheeks hot. “no, i just— didn’t realise you were...”
you trail off, gesturing weakly between you.
yuuji huffs out a tiny laugh, more sheepish than smug. “yeah, that’s been happening a lot around you,” he admits, then softens. “it’s not a bad thing. promise.”
his hands slide to your hips, warm and steady. he adjusts you gently, guiding you until you’re fully straddling him—knees by his thighs, your pussy lined up perfectly over the hard length in his sweats.
“okay,” he murmurs. “you’re good like this?”
“you’re in charge,” he says, thumbs rubbing little circles into your waist. “if you wanna stop, we stop. no questions.”
“you promise?” you ask quietly.
“yeah,” he says, without even blinking. “of course i do. i’m not gonna push you.” his eyes soften even more. “i just wanna make you feel good with me. that’s it.”
you nod again, throat tight.
“try moving a little?” he offers, voice gentle. “just— small circles. doesn’t have to be anything crazy.”
you take a breath and rock your hips forward an inch. the seam of your panties drags over your clit, catching perfectly, and your whole body jolts at the sudden, blunt pressure. a startled sound slips out of you, betraying you instantly.
yuuji’s eyes go wide and bright, smile tugging at his mouth like he’s delighted. “yeah,” he says softly. “there you go. you feel that?”
“it’s... really good,” you admit.
“good,” he echoes, and the way he says it hits you like another little spark. “you’re doing great.”
you try again—another slow roll, then another—and it’s embarrassing how fast your pussy starts to get wet for him. your panties grow damp, the slide of fabric getting smoother, easier, until every little grind is all heat and friction and that perfect drag between you.
yuuji keeps his hands on you the whole time, not steering, just keeping you steady when your movement wobbles. he drops small kisses along your jaw, your cheek, the corner of your mouth—soft, distracting, reassuring.
“you’re okay,” he murmurs when your breathing starts going messy, “i’ve got you, okay? just breathe.”
“i don’t know what i’m doing,” you blurt, hips stuttering, heat coiling low and sharp.
he pulls back just enough to see your face, brows drawn in that worried little crease you know too well. “you do,” he says gently. “your body knows what feels good. i’m just... here with you.”
the jealousy flickers again, mean and small. it slips out before you can swallow it down. “you’ve done this before.”
his hands go still against you. he doesn’t flinch like you hurt him; he just looks at you for real, like he’s trying to find the raw edge underneath. then he shakes his head, a tiny smile tugging at his lips.
“not like this,” he says quietly. “not with you. that’s the part i care about.”
your heart does a weird, messy flip. you slow down without meaning to, almost stopping, and he notices immediately, fingers smoothing over your waist.
“you’re okay,” he says again, softer now. “don’t shut down on me. you’re allowed to feel weird about it, but you’re not behind, or something.” his thumb strokes along your ribs. “you’re just new. that’s different.”
your eyes sting a little. you swallow hard and start moving again, hips rolling in small, shaky circles. the pressure spikes fast now—sensation buzzing under your skin, pleasure coiling tight and low in your stomach.
yuuji’s breathing isn’t steady anymore either. you feel him twitch against you, cock straining under fabric, and realising you’re doing that to him makes your face go even hotter.
“fuck,” he breathes out, laugh catching on the word. “sorry, that just— yeah. you’re... you’re really doing a number on me here.”
you let out a tiny, breathless laugh that turns into a whine halfway through.
“i’m serious,” he says, earnest as ever, “i’m really proud of you.” his hands squeeze at your hips like he’s emphasising it. “you’re doing amazing.”
the praise hits you like a shove. pleasure climbing fast, too bright. your thighs start to tremble as you grind down harder, chasing the friction without knowing how to slow yourself down.
you tuck your face into his neck, unable to handle his eyes on you, breath hot against his skin. yuuji just holds you closer, one hand sliding up your spine, palm splayed between your shoulder blades.
“that’s it,” he whispers near your ear. “let it happen. i’ve got you.”
you come in sharp, shaky waves, hips stuttering against him, whole body seizing and then melting as the orgasm rushes through you. your thighs clamp, your fingers dig into his shoulders, and you’re vaguely aware of a broken noise spilling from your own mouth.
his arms lock around you, like his first instinct is just hold. you feel his cock throbbing under you, untouched, and a low groan rumbles in his chest, like feeling you fall apart like that knocked something loose in him too.
“there you go,” he breathes, kissing your temple. “that’s it. that’s my girl.”
when you finally start to soften, going heavy in his lap, he doesn’t let you flop. he shifts you carefully to the side, like he knows your legs might not want to cooperate yet, and helps you settle beside him on the couch.
your panties are soaked. his sweats have a damp patch where you were grinding on him, cock still straining against the fabric, but he doesn’t even comment on it. he just looks at you.
“see?” he says quietly. “you’re not ‘behind.’ you’re not bad at this. your first time doing something with someone is just... your first time. that’s it.”
“and i like that it’s me,” he adds, a little shy, smiling crookedly as he says it. “i like getting to be the one you do this stuff with.”
you huff out a tiny, overwhelmed breath. “you’re really... annoyingly sweet sometimes.”
“yeah, yeah,” he laughs, reaching to tuck a strand of hair out of your face. “you love it.”
he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, then your nose, then the corner of your mouth, like he can’t help himself.
“next time,” he says, voice low and sure, “you tell me what you wanna try, okay? i’ll listen. i’ll go at your pace.”
and somehow, that simple promise untangles the last of that tight, jealous knot in your chest—because it’s not about what he’s already done. it’s about what he wants to do with you.
a/n this one was a request over on my old blog! i decided to actually post some on here instead of fully scrapping them | likes and reblogs are much appreciated! | jjk masterlist
