frank teaches peter how to touch his girlfriend, and peter learns a little more than he bargained for. based on this. word count : 1.5k
cws .ᐟ no spoilers. bnd! peter, frank castle x f!reader x peter, established relationship between reader & frank, light overstimulation, vaginal fingering, frank “coaching” peter, canon-typical references to violence / injury, a tiny bit of spideyskulls if you squint… minors dni 18+
“Like that,” Frank mutters, and Peter’s fingers twitch inside you when Frank closes one hand around his wrist and angles it himself.
Peter’s been trying very hard not to think about how fucking strange this is, though strange probably isn’t the right word when nothing about sitting here feels particularly wrong. If anything, it feels a little too easy having his thigh pressed against Frank’s on the couch, his hand buried between his girlfriend’s legs while Frank calmly teaches him exactly how she likes to be touched.
You’re already soaked around Peter’s fingers, two of them pushed deep enough that every slow pull leaves his knuckles shining with thick, glossy slick, and he can feel every little clench of your pussy whenever Frank adjusts his wrist. Peter keeps telling himself to concentrate on you because you’re the one spread open between them with your shorts somewhere on the floor and your thighs trembling wider whenever he curls his fingers, but Frank’s hand is still wrapped around him, warm and steady and far too close to the aching line of Peter’s cock, and that is becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.
“There,” Frank says, pressing Peter’s wrist upward until the pads of his fingers drag over something soft inside you that makes your hips jerk hard against the couch.
His eyes stay fixed on your face when he adds, quieter, “Feel that?” Peter definitely feels it—the sudden flutter of your cunt around him the second he finds that swollen spot—and more importantly, he feels the way you squeeze around him immediately afterward, tight and greedy.
“Yeah,” he breathes, his face already embarrassingly warm as he repeats the motion on his own.
Peter has always been good at learning things quickly, whether it was school, fighting, or figuring out the exact point where somebody’s plan was about to fall apart, and supposedly the same miserable Parker trait applies here because after Frank shows him twice, he manages to find that spot again without help.
Your stomach tightens when he curls his fingers, your breath catching in a way that makes Peter’s mouth go dry, and Frank loosens his grip just enough to let him repeat it. “Keep hittin’ it,” he murmurs, and Peter does, watching your expression change with every careful press upward, feeling the way your cunt swallows the digits.
It’s almost hypnotic, feeling exactly what makes your breathing catch and then doing it again just to hear the sound twice, to feel the clench of you around him. Peter’s cock has been hard in his sweats since somewhere around the first minute of this, aching against his thigh while he pretends that having his fingers buried in you is not affecting him nearly as badly as it is, and then Frank reaches between your legs too.
Peter nearly stops when Frank’s thumb settles against your clit with an ease that makes something hot and hungry twist low in his stomach because there is no hesitation in the touch, no searching or uncertainty when Frank already knows exactly where to put his hand and how much pressure you like. Slow circles have your thighs twitching around both of their wrists, your slick making wet little sounds every time Frank’s thumb glides over the swollen bud, and Peter’s fingers falter despite himself.
“Don’t stop,” Frank tells him, closing his hand around Peter’s wrist again before he can pull away.
“I’m not,” Peter whispers, which would probably sound more convincing if his fingers were actually moving.
Frank shifts closer until their shoulders press together and guides Peter back into the same rhythm, curling his wrist while his thumb continues moving over you in those slow circles.
Their hands keep bumping between your thighs, Peter’s knuckles slipping wetly against Frank’s fingers whenever your hips grind down into them, your cunt so slick now that every push of Peter’s fingers makes a soft noise that seems to crawl straight beneath his skin. His cock throbs when you reach down and grab his forearm, nails digging in just enough to make him want to fuck into you properly, and somewhere between Frank showing him how to angle his fingers and you pulling Peter closer instead of pushing him away, something uncomfortable catches in his chest.
It has been years since touch meant anything other than somebody hitting him, grabbing him, knocking him through a wall or trying to drag Spider-Man out of the air, and now you’re holding onto him because you want his hand exactly where it is—two fingers buried deep in your soaked pussy—while Frank’s palm stays wrapped around his wrist because he wants the same thing.
Peter swallows hard when Frank presses two fingers over the back of his hand. “Curl ’em,” Frank murmurs beside him, making the movement for him again. “Little deeper.”
The words are meant for what Peter is doing to you, and Peter knows that perfectly well, but his body does not seem interested in the distinction when Frank leans closer, his chest brushing Peter’s shoulder as he physically curls Peter’s fingers deeper inside you.
Your cunt squeezes hard around them, and Peter has to clench his jaw to keep himself from making another noise. “Right there,” Frank says near his ear, low enough that Peter’s eyes nearly close, and the quiet “fuck” that slips out of him is impossible to take back.
You’re getting wetter by the second, slick coating his fingers and running toward his knuckles while he starts pumping them with more confidence, following exactly what Frank showed him as he watches your body respond—the way your hips start moving on their own, chasing the pressure from both hands.
Peter’s free palm settles over your thigh when it begins trembling. “You like that?” he asks softly, rubbing his thumb over your skin as your answer breaks apart around his name.
Peter watches Frank’s wrist flex before his gaze travels upward without permission, only to find Frank already looking at him. All Frank does is tighten his grip around Peter’s wrist and push his fingers deeper, earning a sharp clench from you that drags a groan straight from Peter’s throat.
The sound embarrasses him almost immediately, low and helpless in a way he cannot pretend Frank missed, but you only grab his forearm tighter as Frank says, “Keep going,” and Peter nods before he even thinks about it.
Something about being told what to do by Frank makes obedience embarrassingly easy, so Peter does exactly what he was shown, working his fingers faster and curling deliberately every time he presses deep while Frank continues touching you beside him. Whatever caution Peter had at the beginning disappears as your hips begin jerking against their hands, and the wet sounds between your thighs grow louder with every movement.
“Thaaat’s it,” Frank murmurs, and Peter cannot tell whether the praise is meant for you or him anymore, although judging by the way his stomach tightens and his cock throbs against his thigh, maybe it does not matter.
Your thighs squeeze around their wrists as your cunt begins fluttering around Peter’s fingers, and his entire expression changes when he feels it happen from inside you.
“Oh—fuck,” he breathes, staring between your legs. “Frank.”
Frank’s thumb presses more firmly against you and his hand folds over Peter’s wrist again. One final guided curl has your back arching off the couch, and Peter feels every tight pulse around his fingers when you come while he keeps moving just like he was told.
His free hand grips your thigh as a groan catches in his throat, and Frank’s quiet command to keep moving has Peter obeying immediately, his fingers continuing through every clench while Frank keeps touching you until your legs start trying to close around their wrists.
When your body finally begins relaxing into the couch, Peter is breathing as heavily as though he were the one who just got fucked, his face flushed and his cock painfully hard beneath his sweats, the head of it leaking enough that he can feel the damp spot spreading against the fabric. His fingers are still inside you because nobody has actually told him to take them out yet, and he hates how much that fact pleases him.
Frank eventually releases his wrist, giving Peter enough freedom to start withdrawing his hand, but he catches him before he can pull completely away. Frank’s thumb drags once over Peter’s wet knuckles, slow enough that Peter feels every inch of it.
Your slick still coats Peter’s hand half-curled from touching you, and whatever stupid little crush Peter had on Frank Castle’s girlfriend has very clearly stopped being his only problem.
notes2u NOT the idea i was referencing in that other post but that will be coming soon because yes… i really do enjoy peter and frank sharing reader 🧘🏾♀️📿
“Are you a virgin?” you ask, nothing more than curiosity in your words after listening to Yuuji and Megumi speak for a little while.
“What? No!” Yuuji almost laughs. “Why would you ask that?”
“’cause you just said you’ve never had a blowjob!”
“That’s not what he said,” Megumi tuts. “He said he’s never had a good one.”
“Oh…” you say, almost surprised. “Really? What makes one bad?”
You’re all resting on Megumi’s bed, sprawled out in different positions. You lie at the top against the pillows, the other two nearer to the bottom. And just as you ask, Yuuji moves to rest on an elbow, looking up at you with a smirk and big brown eyes that almost glimmer with excitement at the prospect of telling you.
Telling you.
“Every bad one I’ve had — too much teeth.” he starts. “’n I can tell their hearts aren’t in it… it’s just a pre-sex warm up. I’ve never had just a blowy. It’s like they get bored and tired ‘cause they get sore.”
“Sore,” Megumi scoffs, failing to supress a short little laugh as he listens.
“Y’know what I mean. Hand hurting from being like…” he makes a claw gesture with his hand. “’n I bet it gives you jaw ache after a while…”
“Knew it.” Megumi rolls his eyes. “Listen to you tryna humblebrag to us.”
“Huh?” Yuuji cocks his head. “Wait, n-no! I wasn’t tryna say I’m big or anything—!”
“Are you?” you tease him further.
“Whatever I say is gonna sound bad so I’m not answering that.”
“Okay, okay.” you smile. “Well then… what makes a good blowjob?” you ask, brazenly.
You’re unsure where your urge to pry has come from. Maybe it’s because it feels so easy talking to these two. Maybe it’s the casual setting. Maybe it’s the nonchalance they seem to have talking about these things in front of you.
You watch as Yuuji’s smile widens and his eyes lock onto your once more. He runs his tongue fiendishly over rows of white, and you swear you see a slight tint of pink dust across his cheeks.
He takes a sharp breath before speaking, and for some reason it makes you nervous. Why? It’s just Yuuji. You have no reason to be nervous around him.
“How would I know?” he asks. “… but when it happens, I’ll know.”
You’ve always cared for Yuuji.
He’s been a good friend to you since you met. You, him and Megumi are almost inseparable.
But tonight, Megumi didn’t pick up the phone when you tried to call him, tears streaming down your face. He was busy, he hadn’t seen your call, but you wouldn’t hold it against him.
Yuuji, however, dropped everything when he heard you sobbing down the phone. Exam stress had just gotten the best of you, that day. You just needed a cry, a break — a friend.
It’s been hours since he picked you up. You’ve been sitting in an abandoned parking lot together listening to music. He let you cry for a while before he started to make you smile again. And then smiles turned to laughter, you almost can’t remember why you’d been crying in the first place.
There are short lulls of silence where your heart rate quickens and your mind starts to race. Because you can’t, truly can’t, stop thinking about what he told you and Megumi the other day.
It’s so dark out. He watches the rain pour and pelt against the window, resting his cheek on his fist, his eyes seeming to get heavier the more focused he becomes. You wriggle, slightly, as the red light from the radio illuminates his jawline.
Are you only just realising how handsome he is?
“Yuuji—” you say without realising. Your breath hitches as you feel his name leave your lips.
“Hm?” he looks at you with a raised brow, almost concerned but not quite. “What is it?”
You sigh, not really wanting to tell him but knowing you have nothing to lose. You angle your body to face him, taking a deep breath for courage.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about what you said the other night.” you confess. You watch further confusion etch his features as he tries to remember. “About never getting good head.”
“O-Oh!” he blushes. “It’s fine, it’s not the end of the world! I’m sure when I get a girlfriend and stuff it’ll—”
“Can I try?” you ask him.
He’s caught off guard instantly, hell, you’re caught off guard too. Maybe it was too forward — there’s no maybe about it.
Who asks their friend something like that? You immediately want to backtrack, but your mind is scattered. There’s no way to retract or excuse a question like that.
“Y-Yeah.” he nods, eager. “Yeah, try.” he encourages.
You’re both stunned into silence for a beat. Two. Three. And then Yuuji starts to pull down his sweats. He springs free from a lack of underwear, the notion of getting head from you pumped blood instantly to his cock and his tip leaks deliciously.
You unfasten your seatbelt, leaning over quickly and you spit in your hand. It looks so small wrapped around his length — a fact he notices but doesn’t comment on. His breathing deepens and hitches with each careful pump of your fist.
He cradles the back of your head, his grip tightening as he pulls you closer as he smashes his lips against yours. You hadn’t expected this. The intimacy, the somehow simultaneous tenderness and roughness of his kisses. You were, honestly, just expecting to suck him off and nothing more.
But as he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours as his soft brown eyes blown all to hell look at you with so much appreciation and adoration, you can’t believe you’ve never considered him romantically before now.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” he chuckles softly, cradling both sides of your face with encompassing hands.
“You took no convincing.” you laugh too, kissing him back quickly, swiping your thumb over his leaking tip. “I’ve never had any complaints… but wanna make it perfect s’just tell me what you want, okay?” you smile. You kiss him one final time before you work your way down his body.
He hisses instantly at the feeling of your hot, wet mouth around his flushed tip. You pump it between your lips slowly, carefully twirling your tongue around him. His whole body flexes in a sharp, jagged motion as the feeling already gets to him.
You lick and lave your tongue over his shaft like he’s a popsicle in the summertime. The tip of your tongue points perfectly as you trace over his sensitive veins. You feel pride swell within you as little moans and whines escape him already.
You can’t tell if it’s been a while since he’s gotten head or if this really is his first good blowjob.
He bites down on his lip as you suction your lips around his cockhead and lash your tongue over him. An obscene, boisterous moan rips from his throat as you plunge his length down the back of yours. And you repeat it.
Suck.
Plunge.
Suck.
Plunge.
“Shit!” he gasps for air, hips shaking and rolling in his seat as he almost runs from the pleasure. But he doesn’t, not really. Why would he want to run from this?
His fingers thread through your hair. He knows you won’t stop, but the thought of you quitting on him breaks his heart. There’s little force behind his hand, but it encourages you, nonetheless.
You’re conscious of your teeth, knowing it was his main complaint. You keep your lips around them like it’s your life’s purpose.
You’re glad your mouth is full so he can’t hear the pure filth running rampant in your mind.
But he can tell you’re enjoying this just as much as he is. Maybe even more so. Little moans escape you with each bob of your head, and he’s caught sight of you squeezing your thighs together a few times.
“You’re s’fucking sexy, baby… y’know that?” it’s phrased like a question but you know there’s no room for answers. Hearing the praise has arousal pooling in your panties in an instant. You hum contently around his cock and his head lolls back in ecstasy against his car seat.
You want to tell him how big he is, how pretty he is. But without stopping, you can’t. So you keep on track. You keep focused on what you’re doing because you can tell he’s close. He needs consistency and you don’t want to deny him of it.
He’s almost speechless, save for moans and “haah- haah- haaaaah’s!” that are surely dotted with hearts as he begins to rock up into your mouth. You don’t see his free hand flatten its palm against the roof of car for stability. His pretty face even more flushed than his pretty cock as he crescendos.
You gasp in surprise and you feel his cock spurt and taint your soft tongue. He shivers, hips stuttering as he empties himself between your lips. You take it all, happily. You pull yourself away from him, sticking your tongue out to show him his mess. His eyes glisten as you swallow, and he wastes no time pulling you closer to make out with you again.
You giggle against his lips from his frenzied kiss. He drags you with no effort from the passenger seat onto his lap so that you’re straddling him. You whine pathetically as he squeezes your ass and god you’re soaked. It’d be the easiest thing in the world for you to throw caution to the wind and just fuck him.
But you can’t, can you?
That’s too far, isn’t it?
“So…” you start, breaking your makeout to finally ask him. “Was that a good blowjob?” you wonder.
♡ synopsis: megumi feels a bit handsy after a mission.
☆ starring: megumi x afab!reader
✧ content: MDNI! smut-adjacent, non cannon because in my mind everyone is alive and happy, shy megs (love him), confident reader, semi-public, really just some caressing, surprise double feature!! Word count: 1k
𓃺 bunny's notes: the fanfiction writing curse is real but i am alive and (mostly) healthy and mentally well now so i have several drafts i've been working on and am excited to be posting again!!! i just wanted to start w/ this fun little drabble (:
The mission had gone surprisingly well.
Besides the few buildings that were destroyed (by Gojo), damage was kept to a minimum and nobody was injured.
Despite no longer officially being a team like you were in your school days, the five of you regularly worked together still and often met up for drinks after missions.
The four of you are currently cramped in a booth in some dimly lit bar that Nobara insisted is the next “hottest speakeasy” in Tokyo. Gojo had conveniently disappeared before anyone could stick him with the bill again.
Nobara is halfway through telling an exaggerated version of her latest solo mission to you and Yuji. As much as Megumi is trying to listen, he barely hears a word she’s saying.
He hadn’t paid much attention to how you were walking next to him until everyone had already slid into the booth to sit down. Now, it’s all he can pay attention to.
Your shoulder brushes his repeatedly when you laugh. Every time you lean forward to reach for your drink, the sleeve of your shirt drags against his arm. When you flick your hair back out of your face, a few strands land on his shoulder briefly before sliding off.
Every touch is accidental and lasts less than a second. Every touch burns his skin like fire and derails his every thought.
Megumi wants to run from this booth for the safety of the bathroom and take a minute to cool down, but he’s boxed in on the other side by Nobara.
So instead, he pretends he’s not internally spiraling from a few innocent touches and tries to act like he cares about whatever Nobara is still animatedly going on about.
It works for a few minutes until he feels it.
You shift closer, your entire thigh presses firmly against his. One of your bare thighs that he had tried not to stare at earlier in the tiny skirt you had changed into.
Warm. Soft. Fuck.
Megumi waits for you to adjust again and pull away. You never do.
And when Yuta shows up, the booth gets even more jammed as another man crams into the other end. Your entire body is smushed against his now.
All Megumi can think about is how heated your skin feels against his and how you're close enough that he can smell the sweet, fruity scent of your shampoo.
“Want me to find an extra chair so you have more space?” Nobara calls out to you across the table.
“No, I’m good right here.” You respond, pressing even harder into Megumi’s side. Was that… on purpose?
Megumi’s pulse stutters at the idea that you like being close to him.
Because he really likes being close to you. More than he should.
You had been one of his best friends since high school, but somewhere along the way you turned into a beautiful woman and his thoughts about stopped being so… friendly.
A normal person would lean back into you. A confident person would put his arm around your shoulders.
Megumi was not necessarily either of those things.
He glanced towards the other end of the table. Yuji and Nobara are in some heated debate and Yuta is trying to mediate.
…and now Nobara is yelling.
Okay, no one is paying attention. Just be a normal person. You kill monsters for a living. You can do this.
His hand left his lap before his brain could stop it.
Slowly. Carefully. Like approaching a stray cat that might bolt if you move too quickly except he's somehow also the cat.
Megumi’s fingertips brush the outside of your knee first.
You don’t flinch or pull away. You’re still busy laughing at Nobara who currently has Yuji in a headlock.
Megumi’s heart is hammering against his ribs so hard he thinks they’re going to crack but he finally lets his palm settle. Just a few inches above your knee.
It’s a ghost of a touch. Just enough pressure to barely feel your smooth skin underneath his calloused palm.
You continue watching Nobara and Yuji's antics like the zoo animals they are except Megumi just barely catches the tiniest curve of a smile at the corner of your mouth.
Then you shift, but not away from him. You push your leg into his body, slightly parting your thighs. The movement shifting Megumi’s hand higher an inch or two on your thigh.
His breath hitches and ears burn. Did you just… ?
Then you wiggle in your seat again, parting your thighs even slightly wider. One leg pressing hard against Megumi’s thigh.
Okay, that was definitely purposeful. An invitation.
Megumi can see the teasing smirk painted on your face as you somehow carry on a conversation like nothing is happening.
Megumi feels like he’s going to spontaneously combust in this grimy booth at any moment. He’s not even sure he’s breathing.
He hopes to god he looks somewhat normal, but he can feel the flush creeping up the side of his neck. It’s not fair how you’re so composed when he feels like he’s about to unravel and his dick is starting to strain against his jeans.
Megumi may not have been ready to admit the desire he’s felt for you these past few years tonight, but there’s no way he's going to pass up this opportunity now.
Not when he can just barely feel the heat escaping from your pussy from where his hand is resting dangerously high on your leg. When he wants to feel it surrounding his fingers instead, not even caring at this point that you both were in a bar surrounded by your closest friends.
Megumi slides his hand inch-by-inch up higher on your thigh. His gaze is trained on your face, somehow still as composed and beautiful as ever. He looks for any hesitation or disgust but finds nothing.
Nothing but the slightest bite of your lower lip as his hands slip under the hem of your tiny skirt.
He’s so close to the soft crease where your thigh and hips meet. So close to the plump lips of your pussy. He’s dreamed of feeling you like this for so long and fuck it’s finally about to happen in a second-
Wait, what?
Was that… knuckles?
He feels it again. That was definitely another set of rough, calloused knuckles brushing against the back of his.
Definitely not your hand. No, it has to be the pink-haired man glued to your other side.
Fucking Yuji…
Pls do not plagiarize! Writing by @chososbunny03. Thank you for reading!! (:
PERVY! YUJI | your virgin best friend is a perv drabble
cw: aged up, fem (she/her) reader, not proofread
an: i just made some bullshit!!!!
PERVY! YUJI who always finds the perfect sexual innuendos that make your eyes roll back into your skull.
you're playing overwatch with him, face way too close to your monitor as your finger damn near breaks off spamming heals. you're desperately trying to keep your tank, yuji, alive as he pushes W straight into the enemy's back line.
"you're in too deep, yuu. get out of there. FUCK! i'm reloading," you're on the edge of your seat, watching hopelessly as his health bar depletes to nothing in a matter of seconds.
his mic crinkles as he pulls it close to his lips, unphased by reinhardt's now lifeless body, "i can show you just how deep i can go later."
your lip twitches, threatening to curve into a smile as you sit in dead silence.
"ewww not another e-couple," the ana on your team cuts in, "i always get you freaks on my team."
PERVY! YUJI who never hides the fact he likes to ogle you.
you're at the beach with him in your cute new two piece. the sun beating down on your head does little to fight against the cold ocean water. by the time you're out of the water, you're shivering, hugging yourself with your arms in an attempt to warm yourself up. all it does though, is give yuji a good look at your mouth watering cleavage. he watches the salty droplets roll down from your hair line, down your neck and in between your tits. his mouth practically watering, dark brown eyes following each new drop. he loves how your frilly little bikini cups your round breasts and the goosebumps that litter your skin. when you tighten your arms around yourself even more he almost moans watching your breasts squish together.
your best friend is always so bold. he'll come up to hug you with the guise that he's "warming you up". instead he's reveling in the feeling of your chest against his. your hard nipples poking him, causing his dick to stir in his swim trunks.
you try to pull away but he tugs you closer, causing you to whine. "yuuuuji. you're not even warming me up..." you pout.
"be patient," he huffs out, his big, strong arms caging you in.
PERVY! YUJI whose shameless about the amount of porn he watches.
at this point in your friendship, he doesn't even bother to apologize when you catch him. you'll be going through his phone, searching for the photo he took of you at the cafe you visited earlier only to find videos he saved in his camera roll. a video of a woman squirting plays loudly, her exaggerated moans echoing in his apartment as you rush to swipe away—only to find a video of a woman deepthroating a very large penis. you continue to swipe, in shock at how many videos come before the photo he took of you. it had only been mere hours since he took it. how many videos had he downloaded in that short amount of time?
"seriously, yuji?" you ask him, flustered despite this somehow not being the first time you've found porn on his phone. he only shrugs at you, not an ounce of embarrassment visible on his face.
"i didn't want them to get taken down before i could watch them," he tells you simply, like that made perfect sense. he scooches closer to you on the couch, craning his neck to watch one of the videos still playing in your hand.
PERVY! YUJI who has a bad habit of asking you too many personal questions.
"how many times have you orgasmed before? i've heard girls can cum multiple times in a row."
"do you like your nipples played with?"
"how many fingers do you use while masturbating?"
you think he likes watching you squirm—your face bright red from his barrage of questions. the filthy words leave his mouth like he's asking you your favorite color and not something deeply personal. he studies your reaction, your mouth agape and his eyes follow the outline of your lips. he chews on the string of his hoodie in complete focus, waiting for you to answer. and you always do, despite yourself—if only so you could ask your own. at least that's what you tell yourself and yuji's anything if not willing to answer.
"how big is your dick?"
"8 inches. want me to prove it?"
"i believe you... what do you think about when you masturbate?
"you," he says bluntly, unphased.
"be serious," you say and he pauses.
"i watch porn."
PERVY! YUJI who beats off to you more than he should
he imagines you in all the scenarios he's watched in porn: the dumb step sister who gets stuck in the dryer, or the naughty teacher who punishes him for not doing his homework. he thinks about the shorts you wear that he hates loves and the undies he stole from you, hiding somewhere in his closet. the ones he's sniffed a million times that no longer smell like you. he pictures all the times you've stretched in front of him, revealing your navel and moaning as your muscles tense and release. he wonders if you sound that good in bed, or if you sound even better.
he thinks of you catching him like this, his shirt between his teeth and cock red and angry as he damn near tugs it off. he wonders what you'd do—if you'd look at him with that innocent little face you always make when he says something pervy knowing you're just as bad as he is.
he thinks about all the times you've out freaked him. all the dirty fucking smut he's found on your phone that he's spent way too many times imagining you two recreating.
nothing makes him finish like the thought of him deep inside your pussy, though. all warm and inviting as she sucks him in and he finally finishes on his own stomach after edging for hours to the thought of you. he'll spend some time playing with it, imagining it leaking out of you instead of pooling in his belly button.
divider by pxrce-lain
꒰I HATE THIS but i'm posting it anyways as exposure therapy꒱
pairing: inexperienced!yuji x inexperienced!fem!reader
cw/notes: everyone is 18+ // mdni // no use of y/n // smut smut smut // oneshot 3.3k // megumi is secretly in love with you likeeee big phat crush // just 2 virgins fr // yuji spiraling bc he's never laid PIPE b4 // prematurely cumming // whimpering // begging // eating u out // handjob // p in v // awkward moments bc duhhhhh // yuji goes to megumi 4 advice // megumi wants to die (probably) // yuji is sooo frickin in love // they lowk kept their shirts on but like listen listen // this took so long // pls forgive me everyone for being slow ash // ALSO THANK U FOR 700????? wtffff
── .✦ alsooo big thx @2asu for requesting this!!! I had so much fun writing this!! I really hope u like it and sorry for being slow ashhh on posting this
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Yuji Itadori wasn't used to feeling this way, worried about performing. Not when it's something he's never had to worry about before, and the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes that every day, every week that passes, is another day closer to finally sleeping with you. And honestly, he's driven himself sick, constantly racking his brain over how it'll go. Will he be good? Will you like it? What if it's horrible?
What if it's so bad—he's so bad—that you don't even want to be with him anymore?
And it's the countless nights that follow the same question that eventually leads him to his roommate's room, Megumi Fushiguro, who Yuji knows has a huge crush on his girlfriend but refuses to admit it. But fuck it, he's so desperate, he's willing to sit through anything at this point, even if it means watching the way his best friend's cheeks flush the second your name gets brought up.
"So you want me to give you advice on how to fuck her?" Megumi asks, glancing away like it'll help the color rising in his cheeks.
"I'm just so nervous," he groans, pacing. " I feel like I'm driving myself insane thinking about it."
"You're making it worse by overthinking it so much," he says, trying his best to avoid answering the most painfully awkward question of his life.
Especially when he has thought about it, way too much. Picturing you in that way, touching you like that—his best friend's girlfriend—someone completely off-limits, but christ, he can't help the way you make his heart race anyway.
"Not helpful," Yuji shakes his head, holding his face in his hands. "I'm gonna fuck it all up, Fushiguro."
"Christ," Megumi groans. "You're not gonna fuck it all up." He takes a breath. "All you have to do is listen to her, to her cues, her body, her…" Just talking about it is enough to have him trailing off, totally derailing his train of thought when his mind starts to slip to somewhere it shouldn't go when it comes to you.
"…Her?"
Yuji snaps him out of it. "Her… sounds. " He finishes, now completely beet red—nothing he can do to hide that—and Yuji fights the urge to call him out, even if he's the one who instigated this in the first place. But he makes it so difficult when it's like he doesn't even try to hide his real feelings for you.
"I know you like her," it slips out before he realizes it. "That you pretend you don't, that you try and ignore it for my sake." He stops pacing and sits down beside Megumi on the bed. "Maybe I'm the asshole, really, for coming to you with my shit-"
"I don't-"
"You do, though," he figured his friend would deny it. Why wouldn't he? "It's so obvious, even I can tell."
"Then why ask me?"
"Because everything with her comes so easily to you." Yuji goes quiet, his voice wavering with vulnerability. "And I thought maybe… because I was so in my head, that you'd know how to make her feel y'know… good, too."
It's hard being this open about everything, especially when admitting he might not be good enough for you only drives the knife deeper into his chest, twisting until even stomaching the thought becomes unbearable.
"I know you've thought about her like that."
For a moment, Megumi doesn't say anything. What's he supposed to say? He can't deny it; he has thought about you like that, more times than he'd ever care to admit. Too many nights spent pathetically fucking his hand while he gets off to your pretty face, and he knows there's been more than a few occasions when he's been a little too loud moaning your name.
"Do you even realize what you're asking of me?"
"I can handle it," Yuji reassures him.
But that's not the problem. It's that he has to actually confess to his best friend all the ways he's imagined touching you, pleasuring you, leaving you crying out his name while he's buried deep in your perfect cunt.
"Just take it slow. Kiss her," He starts, closing his eyes as he continues. "Hold her, tell her how beautiful she is, how good she's doing when you're going down on her."
"And if we fuck and she doesn't like it…?" He asks, feeling a lump form in his throat. "Doesn't like me anymore?"
"Have you seen the way she looks at you?" It hurts more saying it out loud, even if his friend desperately needs the reassurance.
"I've just never done anything like this before."
Megumi blinks, "…seriously?"
"Y-yeah," he stutters, feeling more than embarrassed when he realizes how pathetic it all is, having to ask his best friend for advice on how to make his girlfriend feel good, because he's so inexperienced and clueless.
"I doubt she's much more experienced. She's only ever talked about you."
That's right, Megumi's been friends with you longer than he has, another reason you're so comfortable around him, and why he knows more about you than your own boyfriend does.
"And even if she is, you could do anything, and she'd be all over you." Fuck his life, "She's in love with you, Itadori."
"I know- I… fuck-" Yuji runs a hand through his hair. "I really am an asshole, aren't I? For asking you this?"
"A little," He throws an arm over his friend's shoulder, pushing his feelings about it down. "But I get it."
"Thank you," He says, "For being a good friend, for answering my dickhead questions."
"As long as you know you owe me."
"Yeah, yeah." Yuji cracks a smile.
"And one thing," He adds, his voice a bit more serious. "Don't hurt her, okay?"
"That's one thing I can promise."
・❥・・❥・・❥・
Yuji's hands won't stop sweating, his heart racing, chest constricting so tightly he feels like he's going to suffocate on his own air. And there you are, lying beside him in bed, your breathing calm and slow as your eyes stay fixed on the movie.
"Hey," he whispers, pulling you a little closer, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "How are you feeling?"
"Good?" You look up, giving him a puzzled look. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah-" He nods a little too quickly, "No, yeah, I'm completely fine. Just checking on you."
"Oh…" you say, even though you're not entirely sold on his reasoning. "Do you not like this movie?"
Honestly, he doesn't even remember what's playing. Which is insane, because he loves watching movies with you, and usually by now, he'd be laughing, quoting half the lines, and doing those goofy little impressions you love so much. But tonight he's so caught up in his own head that all he can focus on is you and how pretty you are. Your lips, your hands, how they would feel wrapped around his—
"Yu?"
"Huh-" He blinks, shaking his head. "Shit- sorry, I'm just… I feel like my head's somewhere else."
"Are you in danger? Did something happen?" You ask, your eyes already searching his face for any injuries.
"Just tell me, please. You're gonna drive me crazy making me guess." You plead, wishing he'd just give in and tell you already. "Something's obviously wrong."
How are you so good at that, reading him so easily?
"We might miss something," he deflects, looking past you like he's suddenly invested in the movie.
"C'mon," you pout, moving to sit in his lap, your palms resting flat against his broad chest. "You're being ridiculous right now."
Yuji shuts his eyes briefly, praying—scratch that—pleading to whatever higher being out there that he won't get hard. Not now, not when you're sitting in his lap like this, with your perfect, round ass, leaving him hissing under his breath.
"Oh- shit, did I hurt you?" You start to move, but his hands quickly shoot out to your hips, keeping you in place.
"I- it's not that," his cheeks heat. "I-"
"You what?" You tilt your head, wondering what's gotten into your boyfriend all of a sudden.
"I want you," he blurts. "I mean- I like really want you."
"I want you too," you say, a soft giggle slipping from your lips. "But why were you being so stubborn about that?"
"No," god, you're not making this any easier. "Like I want you-"
"I know, you already said-"
Yuji grabs your wrist, cutting you off as he places your hand over his growing erection. "I really, really love you." He shudders as you move your hand, overwhelmed by how good your hand feels through his pants alone. "And I really want to show you that… in other ways."
His face flushes deeper than it already is, embarrassed by how awkward he's being, especially when every word that leaves his mouth has him wondering if he's completely blowing this, if you're finally going to realize you've made a mistake, that somehow, you've ended up with an utter loser.
"Can I?" he asks, looking at you with those big eyes you can't say no to. "Make you feel good?"
You nod, your head too busy spinning to speak.
"You sure?" He presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, "you don't have to-"
"I want to," you cut him off, cupping his face in your hands. "Promise."
He presses a kiss to your lips, lingering a second longer.
"Yu," you murmur, pulling him out of his thoughts once again as you look over him, worry etched all over your face when you take in how tense he is.
"I'm sorry, fuck-" he lets out an awkward laugh, running his hand through his hair. "I might be a bit nervous. I've just… never done anything like this before… I don't want to mess it all up."
"It's okay." Your hands rest flat on his chest, feeling his frantic heartbeat. "I trust you."
It makes his chest ache how easily you say it, like it isn't even something you have to think about, you just know.
He takes a breath before carefully laying you down, lowering himself over you, his toned arms flexing as he braces himself above you. And the closer he gets, the more you notice the faint tremble in his arms, the way his breathing grows shaky as his hands fumble with the waistband of your skirt, silently cursing himself as he clumsily slips them off.
"You know… this is my first time doing anything like this, too," you sheepishly admit, breaking the silence.
His eyes flick up to yours, like he can't actually believe what you said.
"Really?" He feels a bit relieved that he might not be the only nervous one right now, but he can't help but feel like it's impossible. You're so effortlessly beautiful; it doesn't seem real that he'd get to be your first.
"Y-yeah," your cheeks burn. "You're my first."
"We can take it slow then, yeah? Since this is new to both of us?"
You nod, and his gaze dips down to your panties for a moment. They're cute and plain—you had no idea this would be your plan for the night—and suddenly, you become aware of what you're wearing. Your hands go flying down to cover yourself, feeling anything but sexy.
His eyes snap back to yours, worry creeping in when he sees you covering yourself. "Is something wrong?"
You shake your head. "I-" god, you'd give anything to make yourself not stutter right now, to not make this any more awkward than it already is. "I didn't wear anything cute-"
"That's what this is about?" A smile tugs at the corner of his lips, barely holding back a laugh—not at you, but how adorable you're being. He was so worried he'd already done something wrong, that maybe he'd rushed things, but no—instead, you're spiraling over something so small, so cute like that.
Your whole body is on fire, feeling like you could burn alive from the embarrassment.
Yuji's thumb brushes lightly over your plush thighs as you drape your legs over his arms. "If anything, I like this more," he unhooks an arm from under your leg, gently uncovering your hands. "I don't want you feeling like you need to put on some sort of show for me."
His lips ghost over the inside of your thigh, making your breath hitch as a small sound catches in your throat. His cock twitches in response to your little sounds as he trails kisses along your thigh, until his lips are brushing over the fabric of your damp panties.
"This is perfect," he murmurs, his nose brushing lightly over the fabric. "You're perfect."
Pulling back, he helps you out of your panties, slowly easing them down with trembling hands. And the instant he sees how pretty your pussy is, glistening and wet for him—so tempting, he finds himself mindlessly slipping a hand past the waistband of his pants, gripping his cock tightly as he squeezes his eyes shut, trying his best to stop the milky white beading at his tip.
"S-shit-" he hisses as cum begins to slowly leak down his length, soaking through the fabric of his boxers. "D-dammit… mhnn…"
Heat floods his face, too mortified to look up and see your reaction when you realize he's such a loser he couldn't even last—if you can even count cumming from looking at your girlfriend's pussy alone as 'lasting'.
Instead, your eyes are wide, pupils blown as you take him in—his uneven breathing, the deep flush of his cheeks spreading down to his neck, and the way his eyes flutter shut as he finishes milking out his orgasm, leaving his boxers an absolute mess.
"God, I'm sorry." He finally looks up, struggling to meet your eyes, which makes you pout. "I can't believe I came early, like some loser."
"You're not a loser," you say softly. "…And I thought it was kind of hot."
"…You did?" He asks, unable to wrap his head around the thought that a girl could be attracted to something as pathetic as cumming prematurely.
"Yeah, really hot actually." If you're being honest with yourself, it's so hot it has your entire body on edge, knowing you're the only girl who's seen him like this.
"Well… in that case," he starts, his toned arms flexing, as they hook back under the bends of your legs, pulling you closer. "I want to make you cum too, it's only fair." He murmurs, pressing a kiss into the inside of your soft thighs.
His eyes keep flicking up to yours, watching every little expression as he slowly starts to trail kisses along your thighs, down to your pussy. And for someone who's never done anything like this before, he almost immediately finds your clit. But hell, he's always been a fast learner. He drags his tongue along your sensitive bud in slow, teasing strides, already so swollen from how worked up you are, and when he takes you into his mouth, you can't stop your hips from lifting, leaving his face dripping wet with your arousal.
"This okay?" He manages to ask, giving you a sheepish smile, his voice still ragged and breathless from being buried between your thighs.
You can only nod, too overwhelmed by the pleasure, with your hands tangled in his messy pink hair, tugging and whining for him to keep going. "Yes, p-please don't stop!"
A soft laugh slips past his lips before he continues sucking and teasing your puffy clit. Eventually, letting you take the lead as he lays his tongue flat, your hips rolling, rubbing your slick cunt all over him until his tongue is slipping into your fluttering hole, causing his poor cock to twitch back to life.
You're losing yourself, so overwhelmed by pleasure you're moaning out senslessly as he works his way around your clit. "Yu! I'm so close- please- right there, please!" You cry out, your grip tightening in his hair, pulling him flush with your cunt, as you ride out your orgasm, using his face.
His fingers dig into your thighs, the only thing keeping him grounded when he's fighting the urge to cum from your pretty sounds filling the room.
And when he makes his way back up your body, you find yourself reaching for his pants, asking, "Can I?"
He lets out a strained sound, helping you slip them off along with his boxers, and when you see how big he is, your eyes go wide. Looking in utter disbelief when his cock springs free, slapping against this hoodie. God, he's so big and thick, almost intimidating when you start to contemplate how on earth you're going to manage to fit that thing inside you.
Timidly, your fingers ghost along his length, tracing the grooves and veins, making him suck in a breath when you start to carefully wrap your hand around him.
"Baby, please," he pleads, his voice strained as his cock throbs pathetically in your hand. "Please- mhn…" his eyes are half-lidded and hazy as a few whimpers escape him. But fuck, he can't help it. Not when you're touching him like this, your hands so warm and soft, nearly making him lose control when he starts drooling pre from the tip. "D-don't wanna cum before I get to feel her."
He takes your hand, gently guiding it away from his cock as he positions himself at your entrance, rubbing his flustered, pink tip between your slick folds, teasing, before slowly pushing in, giving you time to adjust. And at first, he's big, so damn big it has your cunt struggling to stretch around his size.
"You need me to wait?" He asks, searching your face when he sees you closing your eyes, trying your best to get used to the feeling.
"Maybe… just for a second."
For a moment, he waits, staying still until your hips move, making him bite his lip—which does nothing to stop the sounds that leave him when he drives his cock forward, burying his cock deep in you.
"S-sorry, I can't-" Christ, you feel so good it has him losing control. His face in your neck, muffling the whimpering mess he's become when he feels the way your cunt's wrapped around him, so wet and warm, too good to pull out. Way too good, because he can't stop from fucking you, from begging you to let him stay a little longer, just so he can cum again. "Please, please, please-"
He's a babbling, incoherent mess, hardly making any sense when he's going soft in you, still trying to fuck your pussy. But you're no better, whining out with him, reaching down to rub your throbbing clit, when you see just how badly he wants you—needs you.
"Baby, you feel s'good- agh..mhnnn- don't wanna stop…!"
When he finally pulls out, his cock's coated in creamy white from relentlessly fucking his cum back into you.
"F-fuck…" He pants as his tip brushes against your clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you, your legs shaking, cunt clenching pathetically around nothing.
And when you both come down, red-faced, sweaty, neither of you really knows what to say. There's something so vulnerable about what happened that even looking at each other feels impossible. But that quickly wears off, and before long you're both smiling, him laying beside you, gathering you into his arms as he peppers kisses along your face. And as he holds you there, feeling how small and fragile you feel in his arms, he starts to wonder if it's possible for him to be more in love with you.
As always thanks for any reblogs, comments, and likes!! I appreciate all of u guys frrr <33
divider creds: @/uzmacchiato + @/condybunny (support divs) + I accidentally lost the divs for the hearts @/ fanart by: @/kinzlev_ (on x) + @/itadoriahh
you're heartbroken when your crush, yuji itadori starts dating ozawa. luckily for you, megumi steps up to be there for you.
an: no ozawa slander here she was just a good place holder, possible mischaracterization of megumi (idk i've written for him like once sowwy), AGED UP AU where they are adults in their final year, this was meant to be super short but i feel like megumi is the type of guy who requires a lot of build up so sorry this is rushed and awkward and perverted and frankly insane but it's on brand for me. also if you hate how weird i made the reader then my apologies just bare with me i like a good giggle while writing.
warnings: light angst, male receiving oral, false rumors, reader is inexperienced, fingering, p in v sex, jealous megumi
wc: 6.6k
It started the night Yuji texted the groupchat that him and Ozawa had finally made it official. You barely managed to hold it together, tears spilling from your eyes as you saw everyone congratulate Yuji on finally getting a girlfriend. He followed it up with pictures from their most recent date: A big bouquet of flowers, a pile of assorted chocolates, and a big sign that spelled 'Will you be my girlfriend?' flooded your phone all at once. Maki pops into the chat, immediately roasting his handwriting while Todo reacts with a thumbs up emoji followed by "Congrats my brother". While your friends blow up the chat you can't help yourself from staring at the photo Ozawa took of him holding up the sign, his fluffy pink hair just above his eyes, the biggest smile you think you've ever seen plastered across his face as he posed for the picture. After a couple of shaky breaths, you fight between mustering up your own congratulations or muting the group chat all together when a notification from Megumi pops up.
"Are you ok?"
Your eyebrows knit together, thumbs frozen as you tried to figure out what he meant. You hadn't told anyone (not even Nobara) about your crush. But another notification came up regardless,
"I know about your crush on Yuji."
This makes you sit up in bed. Your shaky hands type out a quick response.
"How?"
You held your breath as you wait for his response, watching his text bubbles like your life depended on it.
"I figured it out the day they met"
You remember that day like it was yesterday. Nobara had run into Ozawa and reintroduced them to each other. You went completely still in the booth beside Megumi, frozen in shock at the obvious attraction Yuji held for his middle school classmate. Since that day, Nobara took on the mission of wing woman, doing any and everything to get them together and at that point you didn't have it in you to tell her about your crush. Knowing that if you did, she would choose loyalty to you over Yuji's potential happiness with Ozawa — and you couldn't let that happen. Your love for Yuji trumped your own feelings, and you swallowed it down and let fate decide.
Unfortunately for you, it had decided against you.
"Was I that obvious?"
You remember being upset that day — and that was definitely downplaying it. You were absolutely devastated. You hid in your hoodie as Yuji and Ozawa caught up, choosing to stare out the window and disassociate for a while to keep yourself from crying.
"To me." he responds. You're not sure what to say to that, and maybe it should surprise you, but honestly it didn't. Megumi was the silent type. Always observing and only occasionally interacting. Not that he was aloof or awkward in any sense. He was just calculated, and chose his words very carefully. It came as no surprise that he picked up on things that others wouldn't notice. "Are you ok?" He asks again and you swallow roughly.
"I will be." Is the best answer you can think of. After pressing send, you turn your phone off for the rest of the night and cry yourself to sleep.
-
Surprisingly, Megumi's support didn't end there. The next day your favorite boba order was on your desk in Gojo's class. There was no note along with it, but you didn't need one. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Megumi studying your reaction. You punch the straw through the top and take a sip before turning to him. Mouthing a silent 'thank you' as you fiddled with the straw wrapper. Megumi barely even twitched, just turned his attention back to Gojo teaching at the front of the class.
Later that day he also conveniently had your favorite snack waiting for you in his pocket, handing it to you after you had finished sparing with him. "Is this a sorry for kicking my ass?" you joke with him, slightly out of breathe and dewy with sweat.
"If that makes you happy, then sure," he shrugs, eyes watching as you unwrap the treat and take a bite. "S'good?"
"Delicious," you nod, taking another quick bite. You cover your mouth, acutely aware of him watching you scarf it down. While you had a crush on Yuji from the moment you met him, there was still no denying that Megumi was attractive. Almost intimidatingly so, and watching you eat with such intensity was more than a little nerve-wrecking. Your face felt hot, and not just from the workout you got. "Thanks," you say simply after you swallow your last bite and he nods, holding out his hand. You stare at it questioningly and he flicks his fingers while looking at the wrapper. You hesitantly place it in his palm and his fists close around it, pocketing it before walking away.
His treatment of you stayed the same for weeks to come. He'd always have exactly what you were craving on hand, stealing glances at you in class to make sure you were alright. You were incredibly appreciative, albeit a little confused but perhaps you two were a closer than you originally thought. Which you didn't mind at all, in fact it felt like quite the honor to have Megumi care about you.
You thought his newly found attention, if that was even the right word, reached its absolute max one night when Yuji and Todo began bickering in the group chat, arguing about who knew what girls liked best after Todo's most recent failed date. Turns out, girls aren't really impressed with a guy who brags about his immense knowledge on the Japanese idol Nobuko Takada… who would've thought.
Yuji of course had to rub his own successful relationship in Todo's face, telling him the obvious "don't talk to girls about other girls. i would know, i have one." You didn't even realize you were biting the inside of your cheek until your mouth started to taste like pennies. You scrunch your nose up, about to throw your phone out your dorm window when a new message popped up.
"You both are useless idiots. Stop blowing up the group chat with this stupid shit."
You couldn't fight the laugh that left you as a series of text messages appeared.
"You go a whole month without texting in here and this is what you say when you come back??" You could practically hear Yuji whining as you read his message.
"What do you even know about women? Can't tell me his type but can tell me I'm an idiot"
The messages devolve into empty insults and inside jokes, completely moving on from the original topic and you know Megumi had done that on purpose. Yuji was right, he almost never texted. Let alone two full sentences. You quickly slid over to his chat, sending him a "thank you" which he thumbs up almost immediately.
-
Ok, so you were wrong. His attention for you climaxed when he asked if you wanted to see the new Human Earthworm movie with him. His hand scratched the back of his head waiting for your response while you just about spit up your soda.
"I thought you hated those movies," you choke out, barely recovering.
"Yeah well, I know Yuji and you were planning on seeing it together…" he says like the obvious conclusion would be that he would now take you.
"T-thank you," you swallow harshly, all too aware of his dark eyes watching your every movement. "You don't have to do that though," you start.
"Well I want to," he says and his eyes go wide, like he said something he shouldn't have and he clears his throat. "We don't have to."
"I mean.. if you're offering," your eyes are glued to the speck of dirt on your shoe as he nods. He confirms a time that works for you and then walks away, black hair disappearing back to where Yuji and Panda were chatting. You felt frozen in time, listening to the hum of the vending machine beside you as you watch him join them, confused yet excited nonetheless.
-
Unfortunately, the time you both agreed on no longer worked as Megumi was sent on a solo mission the next day. Before he left he stopped by your dorm room, uniform neat and hair messy in its usual contained way. He towered above you without even trying, swallowing thickly as he promised that he'd watch the movie with you when he came back. You promised you'd wait for him in return. He let out a shaky sigh before saying goodbye, turning to leave for an undetermined amount of time. The days that passed were slow and uneventful without Megumi. You hadn't realized just how vital he was in preventing a total breakdown. But, being stuck with no one but Yuji and Nobara to entertain you left you stuck in your old ways; yearning for Yuji while knowing he liked someone else. Only now they were together and you had to sit and listen to Yuji sharing every detail of his relationship — even some of the more intimate ones.
"I can't believe I went this long without knowing what head feels like," Yuji shared while the three of you were on a snack run. Your eyes just about popped out of their sockets and Nobara howled with laughter.
"Good for you," she said, patting his shoulder, "but never say that shit around me again." You nodded in agreeance, trying to fight the urge to rip your skin off while Yuji looked into the distance, clearly reminiscing. Nobara grimaced, flicking his forehead to bring him back to earth.
Thankfully that was as bad as it got, but you still had to quite the time fighting off that image in your head later that night. It started off with you picturing yourself between his thighs, Yuji looking down at you with his big brown eyes, anxiously awaiting your mouth on his package. You could practically feel your mouth watering at the thought of him heavy on your tongue, your hand instinctively traveling beneath your pajamas as you continued to picture it. He'd be so gentle, helping you slide down his pants, and then his boxers, his long length springing out and dangling dangerously in front of you. You'd follow the thick vein you imagined he had on the underside of him, trailing your tongue up his shaft to his tip. He'd grab your hair, but not roughly. Never roughly. "Keep going," he'd sigh, eyes droopy now as you begun to swallow his tip. He'd tighten his grip just slightly, pleading with you. Letting you know just how good of a job you were doing. In your bed, your fingers find your clit, rubbing slow, tight circles while you imagine taking all of him in your mouth. He'd probably groan, rough and deep like he does when he gets injured and your entrance clenches around nothing. Your mouth feels dry as you drag your fingers in between your folds, losing yourself to your imagination. Wetness trickles out of you, coating your digits as you get more into it. Would he eventually fuck your throat if you teased him enough? Imaging Yuji taking you fast and rough always did it for you. Your fingers sped up, panting as the Yuji in your head told you that you take his cock beautifully. You're close. Ridiculously close as his dick twitches in your throat. "Fuck, I'm cumming, Ozawa," he says and you freeze. Realization hits you like a truck and you rip your hand from your pants. You run your other hand through your hair, cursing yourself. Even in your fantasies Yuji wants Ozawa.
You're so fucked.
-
When Megumi finally comes back you can't help but run to catch up to him, pulling him into a tight hug. He stumbles back at first, arms down at his side as he processes what is happening. He slowly embraces you back, awkwardly patting your back. The courtyard feels hotter than usual, muggy and eerily quiet while the two of you stand there. It doesn't take long for you to realize your mistake, pulling back awkwardly. "It's good to see you Megumi," you awkwardly choke out. You turn around to head back inside, only to see Yuji and Nobara looking at you like you just grew three heads. You clear your throat, clenching your fists and keeping your head down as you walk past them — unsure how you're going to explain your reaction to Nobara.
After you all share an awkward dinner together, you head back to your room with Nobara hot on your heels. You try and fail to close the door on her — both of her hands coming up to brace against it.
"What the hell was that?" she asks, not bothering to keep her voice down.
"What was what?" you decide to play dumb.
"You and Megumi," she crosses her arms, eyes squinting at you accusingly.
"I don't know… I just… missed him," you say, your inflection going up at the end so it sounds more like a question than an answer.
"Right…." she responds accusingly. "You… missed him." You nod, burying yourself deeper into the hole you dug yourself. "Is there something you're not telling me?" she accuses.
You cock your head, waiting for her to finish her thought.
"Do you like Megumi?" Your mouth gapes open and you pause for a moment, unsure what to say.
"Of course. He's a good friend," you try bullshitting but Nobara is too quick.
"You know that's not what I meant, dumbass." She frowns at you, clearly annoyed with your lame responses. You shrug, sitting down on your bed to play with one of the loose strings on your blankets.
She stares down at you, clearly unimpressed. "You've been acting so weird. You and Megumi." You don't bother to respond because you both know she's right. Instead you sink back further into your bed, hoping to melt through it. "Whatever," she huffs out, turning to leave and slamming your door. You pull your pillow from behind your head and bury your face in it. You feel terrible for keeping things from her but if you told her what was really going on, you knew she'd feel bad about the whole Yuji situation. Megumi pitying you was embarrassing enough. You didn't need Nobara in the mix. Knowing her, she'd probably break them up herself. You groan, throwing your pillow across the room. Slipping your tennis shoes on, you grab your headphones and decide to go for a much needed walk.
-
You both had kept your promise about the movie. Unfortunately, Human Earthworm was no longer in theaters by the time Megumi came back. Instead, you settled on watching a random movie in his dorm. When you first stepped inside it, you were taken aback at how clean everything was. Aside from a jacket on his desk chair and a few notes you presumed he took in Gojo's class the place was spotless. It also smelled immaculate — crisp sea breeze and sandalwood — did Megumi have a candle hiding in one of his drawers?
You took a seat on his bed as he typed away on his laptop, searching for a movie you'd both enjoy. He somehow managed to make gray sweatpants and a black t shirt look put together and you couldn't help but pick at your pajama pants you've had for years, silently cursing yourself for choosing to wear that pair in front of him. Wait, why did you even care?
"I'm assuming you want to watch a horror movie?" You nodded, sliding closer to him to see what movies he was looking at. Megumi stiffens briefly, hand freezing over the track pad before snapping out of it. He scrolled down Netflix until you saw a movie that looked interesting.
"That one," you pointed and he clicked on it without a second thought. You both tried your best to get comfortable on his twin size bed, but it was quite the effort to avoid touching each other. Eventually you settled in, shoulders just grazing the other's as the movie played. It was a pretty awkward hour and a half between the two of you. Every time you would shift Megumi would tense up, before releasing a shaky breath. He didn't even flinch at jump scares and from his face alone you couldn't tell if he was enjoying it.
"We don't have to watch this…" you started and he shook his head, looking over at you. The only light in his room came from the laptop, the movie creating shadows that danced across his face.
"This is fine." Choosing to drop it, you turn back to the movie, chewing on your lip absentmindedly. As the movie neared its end, Megumi recieved a text. The ding goes off, causing you to jump. He doesn't so much as move, choosing to ignore it until two more dings come through. He opens his phone and you scooch ever so slightly closer to read what's on his screen.
"What's up with you two?"
"Since when did you get so close?"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Three messages from Yuji light up the room and Megumi fumbles to turn his phone off, clearly embarrassed Yuji is asking about you. You let out a chuckle, remembering how Nobara has been absolutely grilling you. Megumi turns to you. It's hard to see in the dark but you can tell he's flustered.
"I'm glad to see you've been dealing with that too," you tell him.
"What do you mean?" He looks down at you, his long lashes fluttering.
"Nobara is a menace," you tell him and when he doesn't respond you elaborate further. "She's been asking about that…" you pause, suddenly feeling hot.
"About?" his deep voice makes you shiver. By this point, the movie has been completely forgotten.
"The hug," you say, swallowing thickly. "Sorry," you shake your head, looking away. Surprisingly, his hand comes up to cup your chin, turning your face to look at him.
"Why do you always look away from me?" he asks, eyes dropping down to look at your mouth before meeting your eyes again.
You're absolutely stun locked, your brain short circuiting at the proximity. You don't think you've ever been this close to Megumi before. His eyes were mesmerizing, dark blue like the ocean at night and you almost hiccuped at the thought. This is the type of school girl shit you usually reserved for Yuji. You lick your lips at the realization, desperate to wet your dry mouth. Megumi follows the movement with his eyes and swallows roughly, like he's having the same problem as you. Before either of you can do anything further a thunderous knock shakes his door.
"Megs!" Yuji shouts and you jump. You both separate quickly when the door knob turns. "You gotta see this video dude," he says, opening the door to see you both looking guilty on his bed. The credits of the movie plays quietly as Yuji stares at you two in silent shock. "Oh sorry…" he starts, beginning to turn back around.
"I was just l-leaving," you tell him, slipping past Yuji and nearly tripping over your own feet to get back to your room.
-
Getting over Yuji felt like a piece of cake compared to what you were dealing with now. Yuji of course told Nobara about the situation he caught you and Megumi in and both of their imaginations had run wild. First it was he caught you two kissing. Then it escalated to getting caught with his hands in your pants. You always had a feeling Yuji was a pervert, and that was something you secretly enjoyed about him. But now, it was too much. Nobara had clung onto the piece of gossip like it was gospel. Jumping at the opportunity to tell the girl's only group chat that Yuji caught Megumi and you — of all people — going to second base. You could only imagine what Yuji was saying in the guy's group chat. You wanted to cry. No, you wanted to throw up. But most of all you wished it was at least true. You were an adult and the sexiest thing you'd done was have intense eye contact with a guy who didn't like you. Life surely had its way of humbling you.
Megumi started to treat you like you were the plague, which landed you in Gojo's office. Begging — no pleading to get sent on a mission. "Out of the country would be preferred," you beg him, about to get on your hands and knees to do it properly.
"Well I can't promise out of the country," he starts.
"Anything will do. Anything," you heave. He fights the smirk creeping on his face as he taps on his desk.
"I was just about to send Megumi to Okinawa…" he muses and you sigh in relief.
"That would be perfect," you tell him and he shoots you a grin.
"Perfect. I'll update the hotel reservation to include two beds." You pause for a second, confused as to what he meant.
"Two beds?" you ask, dumbfounded as your teacher stands up. You crane your neck to look up at him, following him out of the classroom now.
"Well for you and Megumi of course," he says like it was obvious. You stumble as you try to keep up with him, putting in all your effort to get ahead of him.
"No no no… I meant alone," you emphasize the alone part, your throat restricting at the fact you just included yourself in Megumi's mission when that's the last thing he'd want.
"No offense, I can't send you alone," he says simply. Offense was taken, but you continue following him regardless. "Plus, this will be a great learning experience for you. I think this is just what you need," he tells you, fluffing up your hair before disappearing down the hall.
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"I thought I was going alone," Megumi choked out, standing beside you in Gojo's office.
"Change of plans, 'Gumi," Gojo put simply, chewing on the end of his pen. You squirmed beside him, wishing the ground would swallow you whole as Megumi went through the 5 stages of grief. Gojo watched the two of you in pure amusement, clearly privy to at least some of the rumors. If it wasn't for his infinity you swore you would reach across his desk and choke him out.
Megumi refused to look at you, finally coming to terms with the new mission update. "Ok," he finally accepted. "When are we leaving?"
"Same time. Tomorrow morning. Any other questions?"
Megumi shook his head and Gojo turned to you, awaiting your response.
"No sir," you barely got out.
"Perfect! Safe travels," he sing-songs, dismissing you with a simple wave of his hand.
You both quickly move to leave, bumping into one another in the process.
"You go first," Megumi says gruffly. You nod, opening the door to his office and turning right. You hear Megumi leave shortly after, choosing to turn left down the hallway instead.
-
The mission was turning out to be miserable. Not because the curses were particularly difficult or the weather was bad. Quite the opposite, in fact. The sun was shining and the ocean breeze did its job at keeping you cool. It was also obvious that Megumi would have had no problem doing this mission alone, and the guilt ate you up inside. Not only were you basically dead weight, the nights you spent sleeping on the hotel room floor definitely begun to take its toll halfway through.
Of course the hotel had never gotten the updated room request, and the two of you had walked right into a one bedroom suite. Megumi wasted no time arguing with the front desk on the hotel phone and you sat awkwardly on the desk chair waiting for an update. After a couple of minutes Megumi ended the call by slamming the phone down. His hand shot up to run through his hair, clearly stressed. You did your best to ignore how his shirt lifted up in the process, exposing the defined abs he usually hid and instead started to set up a place for yourself on the floor.
"What the hell are you doing?" He asked, watching you drag the comforter off the bed.
"Making my bed," you put simply.
He said your name like it vexxed him, "Don't be stupid, you're taking the bed."
"No I'm not," you put simply, walking up to where he sat on the bed to grab a pillow. He grabbed your wrist, forcing you to stop. "Megumi, I wasn't even supposed to be here. I'm taking the fucking floor," you said like it was final. He sighed, closing his eyes, taking a deep breath and leaning his head back. Clearly not in the mood to argue with you.
"Ok. Fine."
"Thank you," you grunted, finishing your makeshift bed.
-
It was three nights in and a near death experience from your lack of sleep that had Megumi damn near wrestling you into bed. You were no match for his strength especially due to your recent injuries from a curse that almost blew you up if not for Megumi saving you at the very last minute, but you fought him off regardless.
"Megumi get off," you hissed, trying to peel his arms off of your middle as he bear hugged you from behind.
"Lay down then," he grunted, fighting against your wriggling body. You put up quite the fight. Kicking and punching at him, trying anything to get out of his grasp and back to your shitty bed on the floor. If you weren't running on 4 collective hours of sleep you would have died from the close contact between the two of you. He pressed you against his hard abdomen, snaking his long legs around yours to keep you from kicking back at him. "Why are you acting like this?" He asked, his breath hot on your ear. Really, you could ask him the same question. Why the hell was he wasting his time wrestling you to bed?
"Cause this is all my fault," you whined, still trying to free yourself even though you knew it was futile. You could feel him trying to catch his breath now that he finally locked down all your limbs. His chest rising and falling steadily against your back. While he seemed weak you tried to free an arm from his grasp again, awkwardly trying to move it up and around. His own hand slipped, and he desperately reached out to grab it, trying to get you back under control. What neither of you expected was for him to grab your boob in the process. You both stilled, realizing what he did. He didn't waste another second though, reaching for your wrist and locking you back down. You let out a pathetic whine. "Megumi, get off!"
"Go to sleep," he huffed out, tightening his legs around you.
"Why do you even care?" You finally went limp in his arms, deciding to give up.
"Because you almost died, dumbass. You need sleep." He put it so simply you had to laugh, your sleep deprived brain still having difficulties processing just how serious the situation could have been if not for Megumi. It was infuriating, honestly. He was a natural born sorcerer. Skilled and steady and most importantly always expecting the unexpected. It was so frustrating. So so so frustrating. Your chest begins to heave and Megumi tightens around you again, as if he's expecting you to put up another fight. "What do you need to hear?" Megumi begins to plead.
"What the hell does that mean?" you rear up to start another argument.
"Do you need to hear that you scared the shit out of me today? That I could have swore I didn't save you in time. Is that it?" your brain was putty at this point and you blink once. Twice. Three times. You wriggle and Megumi graciously gives you room, allowing you to face him. You try to focus your eyes on his face, the plush feeling of the bed distracting you as your lids kept closing against your will. "Go to sleep," he all but whispered, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.
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You woke up to something tickling the back of your head and you instinctively reach around to smack it.
"Ow!" You heard, your eyes struggling to adjust to the dark as you grew more and more coherent. A warm hand on your stomach was the second thing you processed, before everything came crashing down to you.
"Megumi?" you ask and he pulls his arm back, as if he too just realized it was snaked around your waist.
You both sat up, staring at each other. The two of you still in your jujutsu uniforms. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness you could make out his face better, and you almost let out a whimper. His hair was down in his eyes, his cheeks rosy and skin coated in a light sheen of sweat. He looked like sex incarnate and you hated yourself. What happened before you fell asleep hits you like a bus and you realized you two were all but frolicking in bed together. Fully clothed but your mind didn't care. You were totally inexperienced with the opposite sex. Breathing in the same room with them felt like an intimate act at this point. What you and Megumi did was like your version of third base. He was breathing heavily too, staring at you with the same intensity you aimed at him but neither of you made a move. The room felt humid, your clothes felt restricting, and the pooling slick between your legs only heightened how sticky everything felt.
"Oh my god you touched my boob," you spill, unable to keep the memory to yourself as it came hurdling through your mind. Megumi turns white as a ghost at your words.
"I didn't mean to," he groans, dragging his hands through his hair.
"But you did!" you insist and he collapses against the pillow behind him. You sit up further, keeping your attention on him, secretly hoping that if you piss him off enough he'll kick you out of bed. Praying that it would finally relieve you of all the dirty thoughts running through your mind.
"I'm sorry," it comes out quick and it's probably your imagination but he doesn't look apologetic.
"You are?" you ask, a little too quickly.
"What are you getting at?"
"Would you do it again?" That's it. You've officially short circuited Megumi. His mouth drops open, tired eyes now wide open. His eyebrows damn near touching his hairline. You boldly grab his hand and to your surprise he doesn't fight you. Instead he lets you slowly guide it to your chest, eyelashes fluttering as soon as his palm touches your plush breast. You swallow, watching his face intently as you guide his fingers into squeezing it. He lets out a soft groan, taking over and massaging your chest at his own pace. Your nipples harden almost immediately and he doesn't think twice before giving it a little pinch. You moan lightly and he does it again, desperate to hear you make that sound again. Megumi plays with your chest for a while, like he's just happy you allowed him to touch you there. Both hands encapsulating your breast over your shirt. "Take if off," you tell him and he nods, eagerly unbuttoning it. Once it's off he stares at your bra, like he's too scared to ask but you reach around and unclasp it before he even has to. Your breasts hit the cool air and Megumi's tongue immediately reaches out. Licking and suckling on your chest as your head falls back. You're properly wet with his spit and you'd think any other guy would get bored of playing with your tits by now but Megumi is enjoying finding new ways to tease you. Licking and nipping all over as his fingers twiddle with your nipples. "Megumi," you begin, "I need more."
"Anything," he pulls back, like he's ready to give you whatever you ask for.
"I-I don't know what I want," you swallow and Megumi could have died right there. You were perfect for him. Untouched and yet so needy. He pauses for a moment before cupping your cheek and kissing you softly, just like he wanted to do in his bedroom all those nights ago. He leaves soft little pecks, buttering you up as his thumb trails down your throat. You hiccup and he kisses you deeper, his warm lips encompassing yours. He claims you with his mouth, growing desperate as you begin to grind against nothing. He continues to kiss you, his hands working to shimmy your skirt and underwear down your legs. You're left bare in front of him, while he's still fully clothed. You move to pull his shirt off and he helps you, peeling it off of him and throwing it somewhere off the bed. He sits up, guiding you to lay back as he leans over you. He goes back to kissing you, slow and torturous and you're about to say something but then his fingers find your folds and you moan into his mouth. He's meticulous, rubbing slow, sensual circles on your clit. Your hips lift off the bed, unable to hide how needy you were for him. His fingers begin to pick up speed as you whine into his mouth and the room echoes with the sound of his fingers on your wet pussy. You want to hide from embarrassment, appalled at how wet you are but Megumi groans like it's the hottest thing he's heard in his life. You feel the string in your stomach tensing and tightening and you know you're getting close to coming undone. "Meg, Meg," you whine, letting him know that you were close. He slows down, determined to make this last as his fingers find your entrance. He watches you intensely, one finger slowly plunging into you. You think this is the best thing you've ever felt, eyes rolling blissfully back, in awe at how far his finger can go compared to yours. He slowly pulls it out, sitting back to watch the slick that now coats his knuckle.
"Fuck," he breathes out. "You're so wet," he observes, sliding his finger back in just to slowly puuuuuulll it back out. "How far do you want to go?" he asks you, breathing heavily, like he's scared of scaring you.
"All the way," you tell him, savoring the finger that keeps dragging against your walls.
"What about Yuji," he says, watching you intensely.
"What about him? Megumi, you're knuckle deep in my pussy right now," you huff and his shoulders relax, like a heavy weight was just lifted off them. He buries his finger even deeper in you, knocking at your g-spot and you think you see stars. "R-Right there," you plead, toes curling as his other hand comes up to rub your clit. "I won't last like this," you warn him, unable to fight a heady moan from leaving your lips. After a few more torturous seconds he pulls his finger out, plopping it into his mouth and sucking on it before undoing his pants.
You did not expect the monster he pulls out. Impossibly long length slapping against his toned stomach and your mouth dries. As if he senses your hesitancy, he offers to go back to what he was doing. You shake your head, begging him to keep going.
He settles between your thighs, stroking his dick slowly, gathering some of your juices to slather on his length. "Tell me if it's too much, okay?" he whispers and you nod, bracing for his cock. He lines it up against your entrance, tip pushing past the initial ring of resistance. You feel full just from this, sucking in a deep breath as he slowly inches his way further and further into you. It's not until he's nestled deep inside of you that you let out the breath you've been holding. Megumi squeezes your hips, like the process was difficult for him too. "Am I good to move?" he asks and you shake your head, needing to adjust to him inside of you. He obeys, staying perfectly still despite everything inside of him screaming to feel the drag of your walls. You clench around him and he bows forward, collecting himself as you keep squeezing and releasing him. "Stop doing that," he begs, trying his best to behave.
"I can't help it," you whimper, your walls twitching every so often, adjusting to the feeling of being so full. "You can move now," you tell him and he lets out a shaky breath. He moves slowly, pulling all the way out before sliding back in. He does this for a while, teasing the both of you with a painfully slow pace until you get impatient. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him back into you roughly, causing you both to moan at the roughness. Megumi learns quickly, picking up speed until he's pounding into you, causing your chest to jiggle with each snap of his hips.
He grabs your legs, pulling them up and together, slipping in and out of you with fervor. The room is heavy with your breaths and you didn't think it could get any hotter until Megumi starts dirty talking. Your eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets from his rough voice.
"Thank fuck Yuji fumbled you," he says, not breaking his rhythm. "He'd have no idea what to do with this pussy anyways." He watches as his dick goes in and out of you, collecting more juices with each heady drag. "D'you wish he was fucking you right now?" he asks, snapping into you meanly at the mere thought.
"N-No," you shake your head. Honestly, Yuji was the last thing on your mind but if that meant you got to have hot, jealous sex with Megumi you'd gladly do or say whatever it took to see this side of him.
"Promise?"
"I promise," you cry as his fingers come down to reach your clit, rubbing mean circles to bring you closer to your finish.
"Say this pussy s'mine" he spit, dick twitching as he grew dangerously close to finishing himself.
"It's yours, Megumi," you moan, the string inside you seconds away from snapping.
"Fuck!" he cursed out, the both of you coming undone at the same time. He pulled out, finishing on your stomach as writhed and squirmed, riding out your high.
pt. 2 where Yuji proves to Megumi just how he wouldn't fumble your pussy? heheheh. i'm too lazy to finish this properly but just know there's aftercare ok bye.
Summary: Your friend finds out your type while you visit her on vacation. She happens to know a guy that fits your type perfectly, and you just happen to fit his as well.
Warnings Under the Cut
Warnings: strangers to lovers, sloppy makeouts, blow jobs, dacryphilia, pussy eating, p in v, soft dom Yuji Itadori, unsafe sex, spoilers for the movie Tusk, Yuji is a sweetheart
A/N: Usually I like to limit my descriptions of the reader as much as possible, but as a tall girlie who has been compared to J-Law before, I had to do something a little self indulgent. I still tried to limit my reader descriptions, but she is mentioned to be slightly taller than Yuji. Also, this story is not canon compliant. It takes place in universe a few years after the trio graduated, and everyone is alive and well.
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“Hey, who’s that walking with Gojo?”
Yuji looked over at Megumi with wide, curious eyes. The two of them were currently having lunch under a tree, taking a break from sparring with each other.
“She’s a sorcerer, like us,” Megumi replied.
Yuji’s brows furrowed, “She looks too old to be a new student, but too young to have graduated before us. Why have I never seen her before?”
“She’s our age, graduated around the same time as us, but she was never a student here. She travels a lot and comes by here every once in a while. I’m surprised you’ve never seen her before.”
“I feel like I would’ve remembered seeing a girl like that, maybe I was out last time she was here,” Yuji trailed off. “What’s she doing here anyways? Shouldn’t she be at a hotel or something?”
Megumi grumbled in annoyance, “she’s here for the same reason we are, dipshit. Jujutsu schools don’t make sorcerers pay to stay, even after they graduate. She’s probably just trying to save a few bucks.”
“Oh, huh… I guess that explains why she’s got a bag and why Gojo is leading her towards the dorms,” Yuji concluded.
Before Megumi had a chance to roll his eyes, Nobara turned the corner out of the girls' dormitories and saw you down the hall.
“OH MY GOD,” she practically screamed as she ran towards you, embracing you in a hug, “it’s been way too long.”
You hugged her back, dropping the bag you were carrying.
“You have to stay in my room tonight, pleeease,” Nobara begged, “we have to have a sleepover!”
You nodded enthusiastically into the hug. “Yeah, I could use a girls night,” you replied, “I’ve been stuck around dudes too much recently.”
“I hear ya, sister,” Nobara affirmed.
Gojo had taken a step back the second Nobara noticed you, smiling at the encounter. He quickly turned and left, figuring the situation was handled. Nobara picked up your extra bag and dragged you towards her room.
Megumi groaned, “don’t expect to get much sleep tonight, Itadori. I forgot how loud girls get when they’re around each other.”
“Ehh, I don’t really mind that much,” Yuji shrugged.
As soon as you stepped into Nobara’s room, you dropped all of your stuff and let out a sigh of relief.
“I’m so done with all this traveling, it’s exhausting,” you complained, “I’ve been learning a lot, and I've been meeting all kinds of different sorcerers, but I need a damn break.”
“Well, you came to the right place, tonight’s gonna be fun,” Nobara smiled, “let’s relax for a bit, then we should order a pizza and watch movies or something.”
You lit up, “that sounds great!”
“Hey, why’d you choose to come here anyways?” Nobara inquired.
“Oh, well, I’m kinda on a vacation of sorts. I feel like Tokyo Jujutsu High is located in the perfect location to unwind. Secluded and peaceful, but also close enough to the city to go shop and have fun,” you explained.
Nobara laughed, “you sound a lot like I did when I decided to go to school here.”
At this point, both of you had kicked off your shoes and flopped onto Nobara’s bed. You chatted about your travels, showing her pictures of all the beautiful places you visited. She showed you her recent shopping haul, asking for your opinions on all of her new clothes. She also showed you the little trinkets she had been collecting from the cities she visited.
“Hey, you should have this,” she reached out her arm, handing you a keychain of a cartoon cat, “something to remember me by.”
You giggled as she handed you the gift. You pulled out your keyring and showed her that you still had the keychain of the little red stiletto heel she gave you last time you saw her.
“I’m never gonna forget you, I don’t think I could if I tried,” you laughed, “you might as well have tattooed yourself on my brain at this point.”
She rolled her eyes with a smile, leaning in to embrace you, “c’mere you.”
Soon, your chatter picked up once again, and before you knew it, hours passed. Eventually, you got hungry and headed out to pick up the pizza. When you got back, you both propped your backs against the headboard of Nobara’s bed. She clicked on her TV and put on something you had both seen before. She turned down the volume, knowing that you’d probably talk the whole time and just use the TV for background noise.
“Yeah, so last week, I was out and this ugly-ass guy kept following me around and asking to take me on a date,” Nobara explained between bites of pizza, “and no matter how much I told him to fuck off, he kept pushing. I tried to get him off my back by walking into increasingly stranger stores, but he kept going. So eventually, I folded and let him take me out.”
You listened to her story intently, cringing at the guy’s actions.
“Well, he actually ended up taking me to a really nice restaurant,” she continued, “I proceeded to act all sweet, but I ordered a shit-ton of food. Once it arrived, I pulled a Robert Pattinson and just complained about everything in my life, I even made up stuff to complain about. Every second I wasn’t complaining, I was shoveling food in my face like a slob, I never even gave him a second to speak. He just looked at me dumbfounded. Once I felt full, I stood up, gave him a pat on the head and left. The asshole stopped following me after that.”
“Oh my god,” you laughed, “what a prick.”
“Yeah, I think I racked up the bill to be more than I’ve spent on food in the past three months.”
“Serves him right,” you snickered.
After both of you stopped laughing, Nobara turned to you, wiggling her eyebrows, “have you found any hot guys on your travels?”
“No,” you sighed, “I’ve mostly been meeting with older sorcerers, and the only guys that ever stopped me in public were ugly, middle-aged dudes. This garden has been drier than the Sahara.”
Nobara laughed at your last comment before turning serious, “what even is your type, anyways?”
First you looked at her with a quirked eyebrow, but then you actually thought about her question for a moment.
“Hm… I guess I like a high-spirited guy with a big heart, bonus points if he’s super cute,” you answered.
Nobara looked at you with a thoughtful expression, processing your answer. Soon however, her eyes narrowed and a wicked grin spread across her face.
“What’s with that face, Nobara?” you asked.
“There’s somebody you have to meet,” she replied.
You gave her a suspicious smirk, knowing she was planning something. You were down for her to set you up with someone, trusting that she wouldn’t screw you over.
The rest of the night was filled with lots of giggling and making fun of trashy movies. At one point, you saw Nobara text someone, but eventually you got too tired to keep your eyes open any longer.
You woke up late the next morning, grateful to sleep in. You shuffled through your bag as Nobara flipped through the hangers in her closet. You pulled out your toiletries and started to head to the bathroom to take a shower. Before you got all the way out the door, Nobara piped up.
“Make sure you wear something cute, today,” she called out.
“Yeah, yeah,” you rolled your eyes, “when am I not wearing something cute.”
You heard her laugh in response as you closed the door.
Taking a shower after sleeping like a rock was so relieving. It was nice to relax after living such a fast-paced life. Nobara had said something about going out to brunch, so you didn’t waste too much time, but you also didn’t rush.
After you stepped out of the shower and dried off, you pulled your bag off of the hook next to the stall and put on your clothes. You then completed your regular hair routine of drying and styling. After that, you headed back towards Nobara’s dorm to do your makeup.
“You look so good,” Nobara squealed as you reentered her room.
You scrunched your face into a cute little smile and twirled around, showing off your outfit. Then, you sat at her desk and pulled out your cosmetics, getting started on your makeup routine.
“You’re totally his type,” Nobara bubbled.
“Yeah? What’s his type?” you asked as you carefully put on your mascara.
Nobara snickered before responding, “he totally likes tall girls with big butts. ‘Like Jennifer Lawrence’ if I’m not mistaken.”
You snorted at her words, almost smearing black mascara across your face.
“That’s a bit on the nose,” you joked.
After both of you were fully ready, Nobara dragged you out of the building and you made your way towards the restaurant. Once you arrived, you guys got a table for four and waited for the rest of your party.
“Fushiguro!!!” Nobara called when she spotted him, “over here!”
You snickered at the way Megumi flushed in embarrassment as he started making his way towards your table. You slid out of the booth in order to meet him and your new, mystery friend.
“Yeah, yeah,” Megumi mumbled, “we made it.”
You looked curiously as his friend stepped out and towards you.
“Yuji Itadori,” he beamed, taking his hand out of his pocket and holding it towards you to shake.
You smiled and introduced yourself, meeting his hand. Yeah, he was pretty cute.
In the time you and Yuji were introducing yourselves, Nobara had snaked around you guys, sliding into the booth on the other side. Megumi quickly slid in after her. Your eyes narrowed at them. So, Megumi was in on this.
Soon, you slid into your side, followed by Yuji.
As you settled in, you noticed Nobara cover her mouth, stifling a laugh. You looked at her inquisitively, raising a brow. In response, she moved her eyes in a way to signal you to look at Yuji next to you.
You turned over to see what was so funny, he was just looking at the menu. It took you a moment, but you eventually noticed why Nobara was so amused and pursed your lips to not let out a giggle of your own. When you were standing up, you were only slightly taller than Yuji, but now you were looking over the top of his head. It wasn’t like your height was all in your back or anything, your butt just provided enough cushion to boost yourself up when you sat down. Usually, you wouldn’t have paid any mind to it, but due to your conversation with Nobara last night about his type, it stood out.
Yuji felt your eyes on him and turned to look at you. Luckily, you fixed your expression just in time.
“Do you know what you're gonna get?”
You flushed as his big, innocent brown eyes met yours. You weren't usually too shy or bashful around cute guys, but Nobara’s earlier implications and your lack of recent action made your brain turn to mush.
“Uh, no, I’m not sure what to get yet,” you managed to stammer out, “I’ve never been here before.”
“Oh! That's no biggie,” he beamed, “this place is great, maybe I can help you pick something.”
Yuji leaned closer towards you and reached over you, helping you flip through your own menu. He was so close, you were trying your best to digest the butterflies forming in your stomach. You were grateful that Nobara and Megumi were chatting about something instead of watching you panic internally. You couldn't help but wonder if Yuji knew they were trying to set you up. He just seemed like a friendly guy, oblivious to any ulterior motives.
“I think I’m gonna get this one today,” Yuji said as he pointed out an item on your menu, “there are a lot of good options though, so you could totally pick something else. If you want you can try some of mine so you don’t miss out!”
You were trying your best not to sink all the way into the booth. He was definitely oblivious to the implications of sharing his food with you.
“Yeah, that sounds great,” you smiled, trying to appear as unaffected as possible. “I think I'll try this one today,” you pointed at the menu, “thanks for helping me choose, Itadori.”
“Anytime!” he grinned, scooting back over and giving you a thumbs up.
As the waitress stepped up to the booth to take your orders, you glanced at Nobara, who was smirking and wiggling her eyebrows at you. You lightheartedly rolled your eyes in response as you turned to the waitress.
After your orders were taken, chatter opened up across the table. You all told stories and eventually started showing each other memes.
“Doesn’t this look like Fushiguro?” Itadori snickered, turning his phone to show everyone a picture of a very disgruntled cat.
“OH MY GOD,” Nobara snorted, “it looks just like him!”
“No it doesn’t,” Megumi scoffed.
You, Nobara, and Yuji all turned to look at him simultaneously. He sat with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. You all burst into laughter, he looked just like the cat.
“Hey, at least cats are super cute,” you giggled, trying to cheer him up a bit.
Megumi turned his face away to hide his slight flush, “I am not cute.”
Eventually, the ruckus died down, along with the teasing of Megumi. The waitress returned to your table and passed out everyone’s orders.
“Damn, I’m hungry as fuck,” Nobara groaned before digging into her food almost voraciously. You smiled at her and giggled before looking at your plate and beginning to eat. You ate for a minute or two before feeling a poke at your shoulder. You turned to see Yuji holding some food out towards you on his chopsticks.
“Here, I told you you should try mine,” his tone was so innocent, like he had no idea how intimate his encouragement felt. You blinked at him a couple times with a flush, but eventually ended up leaning in and taking the bite.
“Wow, that is really good,” you praised.
“See! I told you it was really good. Next time we come here, you should totally get it.”
The ‘next time’ and ‘we’ in his statement stood out to you. You knew you were only reading into his statement because Nobara was trying to set you up, but you couldn't help but get flustered. Yuji was probably referring to the group, not just you and him.
You soon snapped out of your thoughts as conversation at the table once again picked up. Once everyone was finished with their food, you all paid and left to walk around Tokyo. The day was fun and you were so grateful to finally be hanging out with people your own age again.
Eventually though, you guys began getting tired and headed back to Jujutsu Tech. When you arrived you split into pairs and headed to your respective dorm rooms.
“So… what do you think?” Nobara asked, wiggling her brows.
You had barely closed the door behind you when she pounced.
“Girl, you know me so well that it’s almost scary,” you chuckled, “Itadori is exactly my type and it was kinda difficult to hold it together around him, especially since he seemed pretty oblivious.”
“Oh yeah, he's definitely not the sharpest tool in the shed,” Nobara snorted, “he’s not actually completely dense though, he's a pretty perceptive guy. I think he just doesn't really read too deep into anything.”
“I can get behind that,” you hummed, “it's kinda attractive when a guy doesn't assume every girl wants him and is in love with him. I don't like guys that are too cocky like that.”
The both of you go silent for a second, an image of Gojo floating into your minds. You instantly both burst into a fit of laughter.
“Itadori is incredibly strong and powerful, but he doesn't put himself on a pedestal and look down on others. That's the reason I respect him enough to do him the favor of helping him bag a hottie like you,” you let out a giggle at her statement.
“I think that's enough excitement for today,” you yawn, “let's get some sleep.”
You wake up the next morning to knocking at the door. You scramble up to fix your hair and make yourself as presentable as possible.
Nobara grumbles as she slowly sits up from her bed, “what is it now?”
The banging continues as you stumble over to the door and open it. You find Megumi and Yuji standing outside the door and suddenly feel exposed in your tank top, sleep shorts, and lack of makeup.
“Kugisaki and I got called out for a mission today, we will be leaving this afternoon,” your stomach drops slightly at Megumi’s words.
“Fiiiineee,” you hear Nobara whine in the background as she lazily strides over to meet you at the door.
“We will be gone at least until tomorrow, potentially a bit longer,” Megumi continues.
Nobara turns to you and sighs, “I’m sorry to cut our time short, but duty calls. Feel free to stay in my room until I get back, hopefully you won't get too bored.”
“Ah, don’t worry about it, I'll find something to do,” you patted her back, “I hope everything goes well for you.”
“Y’know,” Yuji pipes up, “you can totally hang out with me if you get bored, I don't have any plans.”
You smiled at him, “I'll keep that in mind.”
With that, the boys turned to head back to their side of the dorms and you closed the door.
Nobara squealed and hugged you, “OMG this is totally the best thing that could've happened, you should totally try and get it on with Yuji tonight.”
“Ugh, but what if he doesn't actually like me and it just gets awkward. I would hate to just show up to his room with ulterior motives.”
“Honey, I’m not just trying to hook you guys up because you need some action,” Nobara explained, “I genuinely think you guys have a lot in common and would be a hella compatible couple. You should at least go over and get to know him better. Plus, I know part of why you came here is to socialize, you shouldn't isolate yourself just cuz I’ll be gone.”
“You're right,” you sighed, “we’ll see what happens.”
You and Nobara proceeded to get ready and eventually it was time for her to leave.
“Bye!!” she called out to you as she exited her room. “I hope you have fun while I’m gone,” she winked with a cheeky smile.
You rolled your eyes and smiled at her, “bye Nobara, I hope your mission goes well.”
You really did try your best to not go see Yuji. You wanted to keep your emotions contained and have some self control, but sitting on Nobara’s bed for hours was getting boring. You eventually gave in.
You grumbled as you lugged yourself out of Nobara’s bed, walking towards her kitchenette. You pulled out a bag of popcorn and plopped it in the microwave, setting it to cook for two minutes. As you waited, you took out a large serving bowl and threw some drinks from the mini fridge into a bag. Finally, when you could count two seconds between each pop, you opened the microwave, the scent of steamy, buttery goodness invading your nostrils.
You juggled the hot bag between your fingertips as you tried to blow it cool enough to open. Once it was open, you poured the popcorn into the bowl you set out, discarding the package. You gave yourself a once over in Nobara’s mirror and proceeded to pick up the bowl of popcorn and bag of drinks. As you stepped out of the room, you took a slow, deep breath. Then you began the trek down the halls to the boys dormitories.
Once you got to his door, you hesitated. Sure, he did offer for you to come over if you got bored, but how could you not be nervous about spending alone time with a boy as cute as Yuji? Maybe it’s because you hadn't had a boyfriend in such a long time, or even been around anyone you found attractive, but the butterflies in the pit of your stomach made you feel almost nauseated. However, the thrill was also exhilarating.
You brought your fist up to the door and knocked. After a few seconds of footsteps and shuffling, you heard the lock click.
“Oh hey! I guess you did end up getting bored,” Yuji greeted.
“Yeah,” you admitted with a light chuckle, “I’m trying to be good and not spend all of my vacation on my phone. It sucks that Nobara got called on a mission.”
You were trying to be nonchalant, but heat couldn't help but rise to your cheeks when Yuji flashed you his megawatt smile as he reached over to grab the popcorn bowl from you.
“Sadly, I’m not Kugisaki, but hopefully I can entertain you well enough. Come on in!” Yuji stepped to the side as he held the door open to let you in.
As you stepped through the threshold, you took in your surroundings. Yuji’s room was just shy of a studio apartment, much like Nobara’s. He had a desk against the back wall under the window. To the right of it was a mini fridge, microwave, and some shelving. To the left of it was a clothing rack, he surprisingly didn't have a closet. The headboard of his bed sat in the middle of the right wall with a bedside table on each side. On the left wall, directly across from his bed, was a dresser topped with a large TV. On the front wall, directly to your right, there was a bookshelf and a full-length mirror. Posters were strewn about his walls and LEDs lined his ceiling. The warm pink of his lights and hip-hop playing quietly from a speaker on his desk added to the ambiance.
The scent of his room was distinctly masculine, but definitely not unpleasant. His bed was surprisingly made, but had various manga strewn about it, with one book open and flipped upside down. He must've been reading it when you knocked. There were various papers scattered across his desk. Figurines lined it and a couple of his shelves. His posters were of various movies and musicians, with a couple pinups here and there. A pile of laundry sat on the floor near his bookshelf.
“Make yourself at home,” Yuji mused as he set the popcorn bowl on the bedside table.
“I like your room,” you complimented, “it's super homey and suits you really well.”
“Hah, well, I’ve been here a while, it's given me plenty of time to decorate,” Yuji explained as he scratched the back of his head, “I used to live in a smaller room down the hall, but I got an upgrade after I graduated. Also, sorry, the one thing I don’t have is a couch. We’re gonna have to sit against the headboard if we wanna watch movies.”
“I don't mind,” you smiled, walking over to sit on the edge of his bed.
“Do you like movies?” he asked as he gathered the manga strewn about his bed, he also walked over and turned off his speaker.
“Yeah, I like movies,” you chirped in response, “I can tell you're a fan too by all your posters. Are you a horror fan? Only asking ‘cuz of the Human Earthworm posters.”
“Hell yeah!” Yuji exclaimed. “Honestly though, I was basically raised on TV, I can’t help but like all sorts of shows. I know you’d pinkie promise not to make fun of me, so I’ll tell you, but I've literally watched every episode of The Great British Bake Off AND all of its spinoffs.”
You giggle as Yuji walks around the bed and flops on the other side, “I can't say I haven't had my phases.”
He plops on the bead and cozies up against the headboard, so you do the same. After getting comfortable, he looks over at you.
“So, what do you wanna watch?”
Your eyes narrow as you ponder his question, forming a cute, quizzical expression on your face.
“Hmm… Have you seen Tusk?”
“Isn't that the one about the walrus dude?” he asks. You smile and nod in response. “Surprisingly, I haven’t yet,” he adds.
“Interesting,” you muse, “I guess we found our movie.”
Yuji grins at you and nods in affirmation before turning to grab the remote and find the movie. As he navigates his TV, you pull the drink bottles from your bag and hand him one, which he takes. Then, you grab the popcorn and hold it on your lap.
Right before Yuji clicks ‘play’ he turns to you and makes eye contact, “if you get scared at any point, you can hold my hand.”
“Psh,” you roll your eyes, “it's not that kind of movie.” You playfully punch his arm and you both let out a giggle. Soon, the movie began.
Within the first few minutes, you heard Yuji snort, “His name is fucking Wallace? Wallace the walrus?”
“Yup,” you giggled in response, “it's both incredibly clever and incredibly stupid.”
As the movie played, Yuji reached over to grab some popcorn. You scooted closer to him so he wouldn't have to lean over. Your leg and shoulder brushed against his, but neither of you said anything.
Through the giggles and cringes you and Yuji shared throughout the movie, the popcorn and drinks depleted. The empty bowl and bottles ended up on the bedside tables. By the time the credits rolled, you found that you had naturally sunk into a more comfortable position. Yuji’s arm was draped across the headboard of the bed with his hand around your upper arm. You were laying against him with your knees curled up near your chest, your head resting on his shoulder, and your arm laying on his chest.
“I know that Wallace was kinda a major dickhead, but was leaving him in a shitty enclosure and feeding him raw fish really all they could do?” Yuji questioned, “surely there was some way they could actually help him.”
“Oh definitely,” you laughed, “I don’t really think anyone deserves to be turned into a walrus, but there was some poetic justice in Wallace waking up without a leg after making fun of a kid so much for accidentally amputating his own leg that it drove him to suicide.”
The two of you chattered excitedly about the ridiculous movie you just watched for a while, but eventually the conversation died down and you became fully aware of the position you were in.
You slowly turned your head to look up at him, praying that the dim pink lighting of the room hid your blush. His eyes met yours and he held your gaze for what felt like forever, even though it was probably only a few seconds.
“I really hope I’m not reading this wrong,” Yuji mumbled.
Before you had the chance to question what he was talking about, his free hand was on your cheek and he pulled you into a kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut and you added pressure in reciprocation. The kiss deepened as he nipped at your lip. You opened your mouth for him and could taste the light flavor of popcorn on his tongue. The hand you had resting on his chest gripped his tank top into a fist as he kissed you. You couldn’t help but let out tiny sighs and gasps, he just felt so good.
You pulled away and Yuji looked at you with heavy-lidded, hazy eyes.
“Y’know, Nobara was trying to set us up,” you confess.
“Really?” Yuji hummed, slightly surprised, “and here I thought I was just lucky,” he adds with a lazy smile.
“I think Fushiguro was in on it too, they were both being weird at brunch and I think Nobara was texting him the other night.”
“Dang, I feel kinda stupid,” Yuji sighed, “if I knew you were into me, I would've gotten you flowers or somethin’. How did that even come up?”
“Well, Nobara asked me my type, and she said she knew a guy that fit it perfectly… and I just happened to be his type too,” you explained.
“Oh? What is your type then?” Yuji questioned.
“I like high-spirited, cute guys with big hearts,” you blushed.
Yuji let out a light laugh. He thought about teasing you further, but decided against it. Instead, he leaned in and smothered your face in tiny kisses.
“Match made in heaven,” he mused as he kissed your lips once again.
Your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest as he kissed you. Hot and heavy, the air felt suffocating. All of your senses were focused on him, how he felt, tasted, smelled. Sure, you were out of practice, but his presence was so intense and it was difficult to handle. You eventually found the strength to release your death grip on his shirt, allowing your hand to drift lower until it rested on the part of his lower abdomen that was left uncovered by his bunched up tank. His bare skin was so warm, and you felt his breath hitch as your pinky danced lightly along the waistband of his basketball shorts.
“Careful there,” Yuji breathed out between kisses, “you're getting into dangerous territory.”
“Maybe I like to live on the edge,” you smirked against his lips.
The palm of your hand felt like it was buzzing with electricity as it rested against the contours of his abs. You could feel your heartbeat through your fingertips and pulled away to take a look at the sight you could currently only feel. You first looked at his face, his pupils were wide and his lips were glossy. Then, you panned your gaze down. He was propped up on his left arm, his chest was rising and falling with heavy, labored breaths. The sleeve of his loose tank top had fallen with the angle of his body, exposing a pretty pink nipple and well developed pec. He watched you quietly and intently as your gaze progressed downward. Your eyes met where your hand rested on his stomach and pushed his tank up further to get a better look. He had such beautiful definition, even when laying relaxed. You prayed that one day you'd get to see how he looked with a pump. His body was the epitome of lean and strong, the textbook definition of pure athleticism. He was absolutely beautiful.
“Good enough?”
His words broke you out of your trance. The question didn’t have any insecurity in its tone, it sounded more playful and teasy.
You met his eyes, dark and hooded with lust.
“Need it so bad Yuji, you’re so pretty,” you whined.
He chuckled, “It’s all yours baby, have whatever you want.”
He kissed you again, deeply. Your nails dragged along his abdomen and he sighed in pleasure. His kisses were warm and filled with need. You were practically tearing up from how overwhelming feeling him against you was. You felt his hips gently buck into the air as he gripped your hair and pushed your face into his. His kisses were wet and desperate, but you were desperate too. You dragged your palm down from his abdomen and wrapped your hand around his gym short covered cock.
“Fuck me baby~” he moaned out as you touched him.
“So sensitive Yuji, ‘m barely touching you,” you teased, rubbing your thumb gently along all the ridges you could feel. “Need you in my mouth so bad sweet boy,” you cooed, hooking your knee between his and slowly crawling downwards. He nodded fervently in response and let out sighs and gasps as you trailed kisses down his abdomen.
Once you were settled in between his legs, you made eye contact with him. His bright eyes were clouded and half-lidded, his breathing was slow and heavy. You hooked your fingers under the waistband of his shorts and then his briefs. You took your time sliding them down, brain hazy from the pheromones emanating off of him. Once you finally dragged his shorts low enough, his cock sprang out and lightly smacked against his lower abdomen. Your eyes went wide, he was so perfect and you couldn’t believe how lucky you were. His cock was long and thick, the tip was rosy and leaking clear beads of precum. He was so turned on and it was driving you wild. Your gaze panned from his flushed tip to his flushed face, not failing to notice the contracting of his abs with each of his labored breaths.
“Yuji, you’re soooo pretty,” you praised, peppering kisses along the underside of his cock starting from the base and traveling upwards, reveling in his tiny gasps and moans. “I can already tell this was worth the wait.” You flattened your tongue against the head of his cock, which still lay flush against his abdomen. You licked a slow stripe over it, holding his gaze.
“Baby, before you go any further, could you do me a favor?” He whispered, getting your attention.
“What is it, love?” you cooed.
“I’d really like it if I could see your ass in the air while you suck me off,” his words were filthy, but his tone was sweet and innocent, “please?”
You smiled and nodded at him. You arched your back, sticking your ass in the air. You moved your hand to the waistband of your shorts and slid them down. The curves of your ass were highlighted by the shape of your panties. Yuji threw his head back and groaned at the sight.
You dragged your right hand up and wrapped it around the base of his cock, using your left arm to prop yourself up between his legs. You gave it a gentle pump and angled it into your mouth, you licked up the precum that accumulated on the tip and then wrapped your lips around it. You smiled around his cock, your eyes practically rolling back from how good he tasted, how warm he was, how amazing he felt.
“Oh god baby,” Yuji whined, his hand coming down to rest on your head and move hair out of your face. “Please be nice, I don’t know how much I can handle right now.”
You hummed as you took more of his cock into your throat, which constricted around him. Your fingers moved from the base of his cock down to his balls and you dragged your fingertips against them gently. He let out a whimper and bucked his hips up into you. As you continued sucking him off, he began having more and more trouble keeping his hips still, and although you were a strong sorcerer, you did not have enough power to hold them down. He didn’t grip your head hard though, so you could pull off if you had to.
“Ohh shit, you look so pretty choking on my cock like that, holyy fuck,” he babbled. Tears were accumulating on your eyelashes, drool was spilling out of the corners of your mouth. “I’m gonna cum soon if you keep makin’ a mess on me like that.”
His words were filthy. Of course the perfect boy you ended up randomly meeting was also noisy in bed, he just couldn’t stop getting better and better.
You managed to get a good rhythm, even with his erratic jolting. You continued to gently massage his balls as you worked him with your mouth, which only egged him on. He was breathing quickly and squirming, letting numerous moans and whines out.
“I’m gonna cum baby, please don’t stop. I need it so bad,” he cried, his grip tightening on your hair, “so good, so good, so good, gonna cum so hard.”
He held your face down as his cock was as sheathed as possible down your throat, you couldn’t fully fit it in your mouth and he seemed to subconsciously understand the limitation. His hips stuttered and hot cum poured down your throat. You tried your best not to swallow because you wanted to show him what a good job he did. His grip eventually loosened on your head and he slumped down. You pulled off of his cock and opened your mouth, letting the milky, white fluid drip down your tongue as you sustained eye contact with him. Then, you closed your mouth and swallowed, opening your mouth again to show how empty it was. Even his cum tasted amazing.
“Holy fuck baby, you’re soooo good,” Yuji praised, leaning over and hooking his hands under your armpits. He pulled you up and you followed with him, keeping your ass up in the air as you crawled up his body. He dragged a hand down and took a handful of your ass after you got the memo that he wanted you on top of him. “Pretty face, pretty mouth, pretty ass. Are you even real? You’re more like something out of a wet dream.”
Once you were fully straddling him, the hand that wasn’t gripping your ass came to gently rest on your face as he pulled you in for a kiss, which drew a sweet sigh out of you. Your hands rested on his pecs and you kneaded him gently like a happy cat as he kissed you. The hand he had on your asscheek moved lower and his fingers brushed up against your panties. This made you whine into his mouth. He pulled away slightly.
“Hey, hey,” Yuji comforted, bringing his thumb across your cheek and wiping away at the already almost dry tears that stained your face, “just relax, you did such a good job taking care of me, so please let me take care of you?”
You nodded and leaned down to kiss him again, sloppy and open-mouthed.
His fingers trailed across your covered cunt, massaging gently. You whimpered into his mouth and began grinding gently against his fingers. Soon however, you got tired of holding yourself up, and allowed your hips to drop against Yuji’s abdomen. He trailed both his hands from where they were to grip at the globes of your ass as you grinded against him. The ridges and contours of his abs felt incredible against your panty-covered clit, and every once in a while you’d feel yourself gently hit the tip of his spent, but mostly still hard cock.
“I can feel how wet you are,” Yuji stated between kisses, “give me a little bit of time to recharge and I’ll fuck you properly.”
His words went straight to your pussy and you whined.
“Do you wanna come sit on my face? I can’t be the only one to cum twice tonight, and I don’t know if you’re even ready to take me yet,” he continued to help guide your hips across his body, his filthy words working wonders on you. “Please, I already know you taste amazing, I need it.”
His pleading felt dominant. His tone was gentle, but so commanding. You couldn’t help but do exactly what he wanted. You shimmied your way up and he made himself more comfortable, laying his head down on his pillows. You hooked your legs over each of his shoulders and he moved his arms under your legs, gripping your waist from the back. Your pussy rested right over his mouth, with the only separation being the thin fabric of your panties. Slick had accumulated and thinly coated your outer lips and thighs. Yuji snaked his arm around your leg and peeled your damp panties to the side, he smiled up at you and lowered you onto his face. His tongue immediately found your clit and you cried out loudly.
“Oh Yuji,” you whined, “you’re good with your mouth too.”
He smiled at your praise and wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking gently. He guided your hips to grind against his face.
“Just like that, Yuji, I’m not gonna last long if you keep that up, I wanna cum on your pretty face so bad.” It was your turn to babble as he drew circles around your clit with his tongue. The fingers on his right hand found their way to your pussy and he started playing with your folds as his left and moved to your ass and kneaded it. His middle and ring finger penetrated your cunt and he pumped them gently.
You cried out again, your vision was starting to get spotty. His movements were so erratic when you were getting him off, but he was controlled and consistent with you. He knew exactly how to work your body and it was unlike anything you had ever experienced before. You hazily managed to drop your head and look over your shoulder, Yuji’s cock was again fully hard and leaking against his abdomen. You sharply inhaled and looked back at Yuji. His eyes were shut as he savored the taste of you, his tongue worked magic and the coil in your abdomen was quickly tightening. The two fingers inside of you weren’t helping and your breathing continued to become more erratic as you neared your climax. The sounds of his moans and gasps of pleasure only added fuel to your fire. You felt so special with how much he enjoyed his face being buried in your pussy.
“Yuji, baby, I’m so close, please don’t stop,” he opened his eyes and nodded at your words. He made direct eye contact with you as your hips began stuttering. He did his best to keep you still and maintain his pace.
Everything was so blurry, you could barely make out his pretty eyes with how lost in pleasure you were, but the glossy golden brown shined through your haze. You wanted to throw your head back, but you couldn’t help but look at him.
“Oh god Yuji, I’m gonna cum,” you cried out, “I’m gonna cum all over your pretty face, holy fuck.” Tears were forming in the corners of your eyes. His tongue and fingers were sending electricity coursing through your body and you were about to short circuit.
“I’m cumming, oh my- oh my god Yuji so fucking good,” you screamed. Yuji nodded vigorously and hummed in affirmation as you came on his face. Slick gushed out of your pussy as he worked you through your orgasm. Your hips began jolting erratically in overstimulation and he pulled his face away. However, before you could even take a breath and recover, he gripped your hips and folded you over, flipping you completely onto your back, you yelped in surprise.
He was now on top of you and your legs were hooked over his shoulders. Your eyes met his, both of your faces were flushed and the two of you were panting heavily. Your heart fluttered as he looked at you, his honey brown eyes were glassy with completely blown out pupils. You already had it in your mind that you didn’t want this to be a one time thing, but now you were positive that you wanted to keep seeing him. You gasped as you felt his cock brush against you.
“I think you’re ready now,” he whispered while sliding your panties completely off.
Without any further warning, Yuji reached between your bodies and aligned himself with your entrance. He slowly pushed in and you whined at the stretch. He sucked in a sharp breath but focused on fully sheathing himself within you. You squirmed and bit your lip, the intrusion was intense but welcome.
Once he fully bottomed out, Yuji groaned and threw his head back.
“Your pussy feels like heaven, baby.”
His words only made you blush impossibly harder. You were nearly too far gone to react, but you managed to reach up and tangle your fingertips into his soft, messy hair and pull him back towards you. As you brought him down into another messy kiss, he began moving. Every movement, every drag of his thick cock made your insides flutter. There was hot electricity coursing through your body. Tears were welling up in your eyes once again, you were overwhelmed in the best way possible.
Yuji reached down and gripped your ass, angling your hips in a way that he could reach even deeper. You couldn’t help but pull away from the kiss and cry out. He was impossibly deep within you, stretching you in ways you didn’t think were possible. His thrusts were firm and purposeful.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you. ‘M gonna make you feel so good, pretty girl,” you could tell Yuji was also losing himself, babbling sweet nothings, “just hold on, please be good for me.”
You nodded vigorously in response, teardrops falling from the corners of your eyes, “wanna be your good girl, Yuji. Please touch me.”
“Is that what you want? Anything for you, baby.”
Every thrust made your tits bounce under your tank top. Yuji did his best to balance himself without losing the angle, moving his now free hand down to your lower abdomen, practically feeling the bulge of his cock from your belly. He moved his thumb down to your clit and started rubbing gentle circles.
“Oh yes!” you cried, “Yuji, I’m not gonna last much longer, please I need it.”
“You got it, so good, so pretty,” he praised, “please cum whenever you’re ready, I need to feel you cum around me.”
You were gone, your eyes were glazed over and you lost yourself. Tears were running down the sides of your cheeks as you lay down on your back. Your vision was going white and blotchy, it was all too much. Yuji fucked you dumb and you could hardly register your surroundings anymore. You were twitching and jolting from the stimulation, but Yuji kept you steady. All you could feel was him, he surrounded you. He was everything.
“Yuji, I can’t, it’s too much,” you sobbed, your face felt wet and sticky.
“Yes you can, you got this, just let go,” Yuji soothed through heavy thrusts, each brush of his thumb and snap of his hips was pushing you over the edge. It was too late to withdraw, the coil within you was about to snap.
“Oh god Yuji, I-I’m,” was all you could scream before your vision went white and your body began convulsing.
“Oh fuck, that’s it, baby,” he groaned. The fluttering of your inner walls was enough to push him over. He actually had been ready for a while, but was doing everything he could to make sure you could cum first.
You were so overstimulated, you were twitching and squirming. Yuji used what strength he could to hold you down, his hips stuttering as he milked himself dry within you.
You pulled him down into one last deep kiss as he began slowing down. Once you both came down from your shared high, his hips stalled. Without pulling out, he maneuvered himself to hold you. The embrace was so warm and loving. Neither of you had the heart to pull away until you ran out of breath. Finally, he managed to disconnect and you caught your breath. He leaned in to give you a sweet kiss on the cheek before he slowly pulled out of you.
You frowned at the loss of contact, but he shooshed you. He pulled on his boxers and shorts and then located your panties, sliding them onto your hips.
“Here, let’s get you to the bathroom and then go to sleep,” he whispered, climbing out of the bed, “the dorm bathroom is really close and there shouldn’t be anyone else here.”
You nodded sleepily and he climbed out of bed. Then, he gently picked you up and carried you to the restroom. Once inside, he set you down on wobbly legs and you made your way into the stall. He stood nearby, just in case you needed help, and within minutes you reemerged. Both of you washed your hands before he scooped you up once again. You were half asleep, but you vaguely remembered getting tucked in on your side, a warm arm wrapping around your abdomen.
You were startled awake by the sound of loud banging. Someone was knocking at the door. Brain still hazy and eyes sleepy, you didn’t have time to react before Yuji flung the door open.
“Mornin’ sleepyhead, we just got back,” Nobara's voice sang, Megumi standing behind her.
You sat up groggily. It was too late by the time you realized that you were about to get caught in Yuji’s bed.
“OH MY GOD!! FUSHIGURO YOU OWE ME TWENTY BUCKS,” Nobara squealed, looking over Yuji’s shoulder. Megumi groaned and rolled his eyes.
“You guys had a bet about us?” Yuji questioned, seemingly unfazed. You on the other hand were completely embarrassed and hid your face in your hands.
“Oh yeah,” Nobara replied, “I bet you two were gonna fuck immediately, Fushiguro said it was gonna take a couple more interactions.”
Yuji raised an eyebrow, “but you both agreed we were definitely gonna to fuck?”
“Oh yeah, definitely,” Megumi and Nobara agreed in unison.
“You guys are definitely each other’s types, and she did say her ‘garden’ had been ‘drier than the Sahara,’” Nobara quoted, embarrassing you even further. You threw yourself back against Yuji’s bed and covered your face with a pillow in humiliation.
“I have to agree with Kugisaki,” Megumi piped up, “you are kinda perfect for each other.”
“Huh, I guess you guys are right,” Yuji hummed, “anyways, please get out of my room and let the lady rest.”
Yuji began closing the door and Nobara turned on her heel, Megumi followed behind her.
“Oh yeah, you guys are coming to lunch with us later, it’s on Fushiguro since he lost,” Nobara called over her shoulder. Megumi huffed and you could practically hear the eyeroll, but he didn’t say anything.
“Sounds good, see you guys then,” Yuji yelled out before fully shutting the door and turning back to you.
He pulled up the covers and crawled in bed to cuddle with you again.
“Sounds like a date, baby,” Yuji kissed you on the cheek, “we’re just gonna have to deal with Thing One and Thing Two third and fourth wheeling on it.”
You groaned, “Yujiii, that was so embarrassing.”
Yuji nuzzled into you, “I know, but they’re idiots, they won’t tease us forever about it.”
“Okay, I’ll take your word for it,” you sighed, settling back into the comfort of Yuji’s bed.
Even though you were a little taller and curvier than him, Yuji let you be little spoon and held you in his arms. In that position, you couldn’t help but wiggle your butt against his crotch. He had already been half hard just from being so close to you, but you giggled at the twitch of his cock coming to life under his shorts.
“Oh you little fox, I see how it is,” Yuji smirked, “we should have time for a round or two before lunch and still be able to clean ourselves up.”
Yuji peppered your cheek in kisses as he gripped your hip and began grinding against your ass with purpose.
You smiled to yourself, today was going to be a good day.
❥ 𝓗OW TO BAG A HOT DILF: 5-STEP BEGINNER’S GUIDE !
𝓼ummary: the hot, grumpy dad next door won’t give you the time of day? here’s how to make him fuck you stupid anyway. warning: side effects may include pregnancy.
❥ STEP 1 — commit to the bit (and the bit is wanting him SO bad you’re willing to risk federal charges)
you don’t believe in love at first sight. you’re not that kind of girl.
but lust at first sight?
yeah. that one had you in a chokehold the second you saw him hauling a case of bottled water into his apartment, dressed in nothing but grey sweatpants and a faded black tank top— one that clung to the broad curve of his back like it owed you something. like it knew what it was doing.
he didn’t even look at you. not really. just grunted out a soft “hey” when you passed, voice low and rough like he hadn’t spoken to anyone in days, and disappeared into the dark crack of his doorway with a hand scrubbing at the back of his neck, muscles flexing under golden skin and black ink.
you’ve been down so fucking bad ever since.
toji fushiguro.
your across-the-hall neighbor. father of one. age: probably mid to late thirties. height: unfair. attitude: uninterested.
the kind of man who walks around the building shirtless at night with a beer in hand, who leaves his door cracked open when he’s working out in the living room, who definitely has a “don’t talk to me” aura and the look of someone who’s been burned by love and never fully recovered from it.
and of course, of course, that’s exactly your type.
(but in your defense, it’s not like this came out of nowhere. you’ve always had a thing for older men. it’s the deep voice, the scars, the rough hands and emotional unavailability. it’s the way they look at you like they’ve lived five lives and none of them ended well. also? your dad never called you back after your high school graduation. so… connect the dots.)
it wasn’t supposed to be like this. you were just supposed to move in.
fresh start. new city. small apartment, low rent, okay view. the listing said “quiet neighborhood” and you said “sure, whatever” because all you needed was a clean kitchen and decent lighting. you didn’t ask for a brooding, musclebound dilf living directly across the hall like some kind of cruel test of character.
but now?
you’ve memorized the exact time he leaves in the morning. you know which beer he drinks. you know the sound of his shower turning on. you’ve adjusted your hallway appearances to “casually hot girl next door” levels and tried every combination of crop top and pajama shorts known to man.
and the worst part?
he hasn’t made a single move. not one. no smirk. no side-eye. not even the classic “didn’t know girls like you lived around here” line. he’s just… normal. silent. borderline rude. polite only when necessary, otherwise acts like you barely exist.
you wave when you see him— he nods. you held the elevator door once and he told you, “don’t worry about it,” like he was doing you a favor by taking the stairs. you’ve walked past him in tight leggings, skimpy pajama shorts, cute little tank tops with no bra underneath, but still, nothing. not even a flicker of interest or a glance.
at first, you thought maybe he wasn’t into it. there could be a possibility he had a secret wife. or maybe he was, god forbid, celibate.
but then you caught him on the balcony one night. shirtless. sweaty. cigarette between his fingers, hair pushed back, staring off into the distance like he was thinking about his tragic backstory. and when you stepped out to water your plants, leaned just slightly over the railing in your tiniest shorts— his eyes dropped. slow, deliberate. right to your thighs. then back up to the skyline like nothing happened.
and that’s when you knew.
he’s not blind. he’s just resisting.
which brings you to now.
standing in front of his door like a fucking maniac, heart pounding like you’re about to ring the bell at the gates of horny hell, holding a suspiciously clean, never-before-touched envelope you pulled from the depths of your junk drawer ten minutes ago.
it’s addressed to his unit, obviously.
but it’s been in your apartment the entire time.
because you’re a liar.
and you’re going to get your neighbor’s attention if it kills you.
the door opens faster than you expect. no warning creak, no slow reveal— just a single click and then bam, it’s open, and there he is.
up close. full resolution. shirtless again. grey sweats again. taller than he looked in the hallway. and staring down at you like he’s trying to figure out whether you’re here to sell something or commit a crime.
his hair is messy— fresh out the shower messy, strands curling a little at the ends, pushed back and damp like he towel-dried and gave up halfway. a faint scratch trails down his collarbone. there’s a tattoo peeking from under his left pec. you are in fact not okay.
“…yeah?” he asks, voice still that same low, unbothered gravel. he sounds as though he was in the middle of something and you interrupted him.
you blink once. then twice. and hand him the envelope as if it’s some kind of peace offering.
“this was in my mailbox,” you say, a little too fast. “but it’s for your unit.”
he glances down, but doesn’t take it yet. his brow furrows.
“…you live in 402, right?”
your heart drops. you manage a nod. “yeah.”
he looks back at the envelope, then back at you, and cocks his head a little. “this says 404.”
“right,” you nod again, smiling like a liar. “which is your unit.”
there’s a pause. a long one.
toji squints slightly, eyes narrowing as if he’s trying to decide whether you’re stupid or suspicious. then— finally— he sighs, takes the envelope from your hand with two fingers, and mutters, “thanks.”
and then. then. a small voice behind him;
“who’s at the door?”
you peek past him instinctively—
and there he is. a kid. dark-haired, serious-looking, big eyes and bigger pout. tiny arms crossed over a cartoon t-shirt like he pays rent. he clocks you immediately, gaze traveling from your face to your outfit and back again, silently judging you in 4K.
toji looks over his shoulder. “just the neighbor. ‘gumi, go back inside.”
“you said we could watch something,” the kid says, very clearly not moving. very clearly invested.
“yeah, and i will,” toji sighs, the kind of sigh that sounds like he’s already used to negotiating with a tiny lawyer. “in a minute.”
you’re standing here braless, in a crop top and fluffy socks, trying to flirt with a dilf, and his child— his ten-year-old child— is right there in the background watching this all go down like it’s an episode of Love Is Blind: Divorce Court Edition.
you panic. you smile. you crouch slightly like a Girl Who Is Good With Kids™ and wave.
“you were singing in the stairwell yesterday,” he adds, like he’s filing a noise complaint.
toji exhales through his nose, clearly already tired. “alright,” he mutters, shifting his weight as if he’s trying to end this conversation with his entire body. “thanks for dropping this off.”
you panic again. you’re spiraling. this is not going to plan. you were supposed to be effortlessly hot, a little mysterious, maybe get invited in for a drink. instead you’re sweating profusely through your tank top, getting stared down by a ten-year-old and dismissed like some door-to-door scam.
abort mission. regroup.
you nod, stepping back quickly. “no problem! anytime.”
he doesn’t respond. just closes the door halfway and disappears, voice fading as he calls back to megumi— “pick a movie that isn’t garbage this time” —before the door clicks shut behind him.
silence.
the hallway feels colder now.
you stand there for a second. maybe two. then turn on your heel and march straight back to your apartment, locking the door behind you with a little more force than necessary and collapsing onto your couch with a dramatic, miserable groan.
okay. so maybe the whole fake-mail delivery thing was a bust. maybe you didn’t make the strongest first impression. maybe megumi’s gonna go to school on monday and tell his friends he saw a thirsty neighbor try to seduce his dad and fail in real time.
but you’re not giving up!
because toji fushiguro isn’t oblivious. he looked. you know he looked.
he’s just being difficult. reserved. nonchalant. you love that shit. it’s practically a challenge.
which brings you to:
❥ STEP 2 — establish neighborly rapport (aka: force more interactions)
you’ve already had contact. now it’s time for consistency! eye contact. hallway banter. the illusion of familiarity. you’re gonna bump into him enough that he has no choice but to acknowledge your existence— and then? then you’ll break him down. slowly. methodically. emotionally.
you have a plan.
a little awkward start isn’t gonna stop you. not when he looks like that with wet hair, lazy sweatpants, and his voice sounds like it could ruin your entire sense of self-worth with a single sentence.
step two starts tomorrow.
or tonight, depending on how bold you feel. your package is supposed to arrive soon— you could just happen to be outside when it gets delivered. or drop something near his door again. or, worst case scenario, start a small fire and see if he comes running.
you’re in too deep to turn back now.
besides, if megumi’s already seen you at your worst, there’s nowhere to go but up.
you start running into him a lot more.
not in a weird way. you’re not, like, stalking or anything. you’re just… situationally strategic.
like this morning— how coincidentally, you happened to take your trash out the exact moment he left for a run. and when he walked past you in those same criminally low-hanging sweatpants, headphones in, shirt clinging to his chest like it wanted you dead? yeah. totally natural timing.
you smiled. waved. gave a little “morning!”
he gave you a nod and kept jogging.
progress.
and yesterday? you timed your laundry schedule to line up with his, based purely on auditory research (aka: eavesdropping through the vents), and when he came down to switch out his load, you were already bent over the dryer in your tiny shorts like a good little trap.
he walked in. saw you. paused.
you straightened up way too fast and bumped your elbow, trying to look breezy while hiding the way your heart rate doubled on sight. “oh- hey! laundry day?”
toji looked at you. then at the dryer. then back at you. “…yeah.”
another awkward pause.
god, he’s so fucking impossible.
you gave him your brightest smile and added, “mine too! small world.”
“…we live in the same building,” he said, completely deadpan, before opening the washer and pulling out a fistful of dark clothes like you weren’t trying to orchestrate a meet-cute over tide pods. he moved with the exhausted efficiency of a man who hated small talk and suspected you might be trying to sell him essential oils.
you wanted to scream. you smiled instead.
“right,” you laughed, tapping your temple as if the realization just dawned on you. “duh. neighbors.”
he didn’t answer. just shoved his clothes into the dryer, grabbed his detergent, and left the room like it was a hostage negotiation and you were the threat. didn’t even look back. but you saw it.
the twitch in his jaw when you bent over again. the extra second of eye contact before he left. the little crack in his silence when you giggled at your own joke and his mouth twitched— barely, but it did. you’re starting to learn his tells.
like tonight— when you caught him coming back from the grocery store, arms full of bags, and offered to hold the elevator door open for him again.
“you don’t have to,” he said, almost automatically.
but this time you didn’t let him off so easily.
you flashed a cheeky smile, cocked your head to the side, and replied, “well i want to. unless you wanna take the stairs and pretend you’re not tired.”
that got you a look. brief. amused. his lips pressed into something that wasn’t quite a smirk, but not nothing either.
he stepped in and stood beside you, towering and silent and pretending he wasn’t eyeing your legs in the reflective elevator wall. you leaned against the side and grinned to yourself like a lunatic.
“what floor?” you asked, already knowing the answer. playing dumb. living out your sitcom fantasy.
“…same as yours,” he muttered, setting the bags down for a second. “you know that.”
you beamed. “just making conversation.”
he sighed. quiet. tired. maybe even a little fond, but you couldn’t tell.
and then, just as the doors opened, a sleepy voice echoed from down the hall— “dad?”
toji blinked. glanced up.
megumi stood outside their apartment in socks and Spider-Man pajamas, squinting at the two of you like he was already judging this moment for future therapy sessions.
“you took forever,” he said. “i thought you died.”
“well i didn’t,” toji grunted, picking up the bags again. “get inside.”
you waved, again. because apparently, this is your life now. it’s not enough to get embarrassed in front of your crush— his preteen son also has to witness your descent into neighborhood whore madness.
megumi stared. then looked at his dad. then back at you.
“…hi.”
victory.
you’re three days into operation ‘establish rapport’ and you swear it’s working. slowly. he’s still playing it cool— gruff, quiet, annoyingly unaffected— but you’re catching those little cracks. the way he looks at you when he thinks you’re not paying attention. the tiny pauses before he responds. the way his eyes always drop to your mouth when you smile too wide. the way he takes just a little too long to look away.
he’s slipping.
and you’re gonna be right there to catch him.
❥ STEP 3 — engineered domestic proximity (create a situation where he owes you and then emotionally blackmail him with kindness!)
it starts with a fake injury.
not like, hospital fake. just a little casual suffering. something light and flirty and “damn she might be unwell” coded.
you pick a thursday. the hallway’s quiet. you hear his door open— the soft clink of keys, the slow creak of the hinge— and then you strike.
toji turns the corner just in time to see you slumped against your apartment door, barefoot, hair a mess, hoodie slipping off your shoulder, clutching your ankle like a romcom extra who’s about to fall in love with the first man who offers her an ice pack. you even let out a pitiful little “ugh,” to really seal the deal.
he stops. eyes narrow.
“…what the hell happened to you?”
you wince, voice trembling perfectly as you look up at him with wide eyes and say, “i tripped on the stairs.”
technically true. you did, in fact, trip. you just made sure it was today. and loud enough for him to hear.
“you didn’t even leave your apartment,” he deadpans, looking absolutely done.
“…gravity’s everywhere?”
he sighs like you’re the world’s most annoying problem. runs a hand over his face. and you try not to short-circuit when he crouches down.
his hand wraps around your ankle— casually, confidently, like he’s done this a hundred times before, and his thumb brushes over your skin, rough and warm and way too distracting. he presses, checks the joint, and you flinch very dramatically.
he doesn’t react. “it’s not broken.”
you pout. “still hurts.”
toji gives you a long, tired look. then rolls his eyes, muttering something under his breath, probably something that sounds suspiciously like “fucking drama queen,” but reaches out anyway. big hands slide under your legs and back, and suddenly you’re being lifted. literally carried.
you make a noise that is not normal.
“jesus,” he grunts, shifting you in his arms. “what the hell do you eat?”
“excuse me??”
“relax,” he says, toeing open your apartment door. “you’re light.”
you are going to die here.
he carries you across the threshold like a goddamn bride and sets you down gently on the couch, muttering something about “needy neighbors” as he tosses your throw blanket over your lap. then pauses. stares at you for a second too long. his brows draw together like he’s thinking something he shouldn’t be.
“…don’t move,” he says finally. “i’ll get an ice pack.”
he disappears into your kitchen— uninvited, completely aware of where your freezer is— and you clutch the blanket to your chest like it’s holy protection from your own bad decisions and whisper;
“oh my god.”
step three is officially a success.
after that, things shift.
slow. subtle. like the hallway air is warmer now. like he doesn’t avoid you anymore.
the next time you make too much pasta (on purpose), you knock on his door and offer leftovers. “just in case,” you say with a smile. he raises an eyebrow, gives you a long look, but takes the container anyway.
“it’s good,” he mutters a few days later, passing you in the hall.
you blink. “what?”
“the pasta. wasn’t bad.”
you nearly trip over your own shoes.
when you run into him carrying groceries, you casually ask if he needs anything next time you go. he grunts something about paper towels. the next day, you drop off a pack at his door with a sticky note that says ‘paper-towel princess strikes again >:)’ and you swear you hear him laugh. just once. low. barely there.
and megumi? megumi is your new little buddy.
you “accidentally” bump into them on the stairs one weekend and ask him about school— next thing you know, you’re helping him with a science project at your dining table, glitter on your shirt and glue in your hair, and he actually smiles at you when it lights up. his eyes go wide. he looks proud. you melt.
toji shows up to get him an hour later.
he stops in the doorway, arms crossed. eyes flick between you and megumi on the couch, surrounded by worksheets and snacks and a movie playing softly in the background.
“…you don’t have to babysit, y’know.”
you glance up, then nudge megumi with your shoulder. “he’s cool. we’re having fun.”
toji stares. unreadable. his jaw works like he’s chewing on something he won’t say. and then he nods. once. slow.
“…yeah. he’s good.”
he leaves with megumi five minutes later, and you spend the rest of the night curled into your couch like a girl who just got emotionally married in the hallway.
a few days pass.
and then— he knocks on your door.
you open it and nearly fall over, because he’s standing there in a black t-shirt, holding a plastic container full of something that smells like soy sauce and heaven. his hair’s messy. his jaw’s tight. he doesn’t look like he wants to be here. but he is.
“we made too much,” he says. pauses. adds, almost begrudgingly, “me and ‘gumi.”
your brain goes static.
you accept it like it’s a holy relic. your hand brushes his. it’s fine. you’re normal.
“thank you,” you somehow manage breathe out.
you eat together on the steps between your units that night. plastic utensils. beer for him, water bottle for you. megumi’s inside watching something with way too much volume. the hallway buzzes with soft domestic noise.
he chuckles— an actual, real chuckle— when you tell him about your failed knee stunt getting you out of gym class in high school. it sounds like it surprises him. like it doesn’t happen often. you want to bottle the sound and save it for winter.
and then, as you’re wiping sauce from the corner of your mouth, he gives you this long, unreadable look. his eyes flick to your mouth. lingering.
“you’re trouble, aren’t you?”
you almost pass out.
“yeah,” you say, smiling slow. “but i’m cute about it.”
he laughs again. soft. huffed. the kind that makes your stomach flutter in the worst/best way.
note to self: a chuckle = an emotional orgasm in dilf language.
❥ STEP 4 — desperate times, horny measures (blur the line between “friendly neighbor” and “would let you hit raw if you asked nicely”)
you’ve played the long game. you’ve laid the groundwork. you’ve smiled, cooked, lingered in doorways and memorized his hallway habits. you helped his child with a diorama. you have earned your place in this man’s orbit. and now, you’re upping the ante.
tight tank tops with no bra? daily.
asking if he needs help lifting shit? always.
bending down in front of him for no reason whatsoever? the moment requires it.
you’ve “accidentally” dropped your keys outside his door. twice.
you’ve complimented his cologne when he wasn’t wearing any.
you’ve said the phrase “you must’ve been crazy hot in your twenties” with a completely straight face and full eye contact, just to watch his eyebrow twitch like he was deciding whether to argue or kiss you.
and toji?
toji has looked.
albeit, slow and restrained. but it’s there.
the way his gaze drops and lingers. the way his hand flexes when you laugh too hard. the way he sometimes says your name like it annoys him to have it on his tongue, like he’s chewing on it instead of swallowing. you’re getting to him. you know you are.
especially tonight.
it’s late. you’re bored. your hair looks good and your shorts are criminal. and you know he’s home because you heard the clink of a beer bottle hit his counter through your shared wall. so naturally, you text him:
you up?
no response…
you try again:
i’m making cookies and need a taste tester. u down?
there’s a pause. long enough to make you regret it. then finally:
don’t burn your kitchen down.
which— okay. rude. but also? not a no.
you show up at his door with a plate of warm cookies and the dumbest smile imaginable, leaning against the doorframe like a horny little housewife in denial, praying your lip gloss doesn’t smudge when you inevitably start smiling too hard.
the door swings open. and there he is.
shirtless, because of course. low sweatpants, towel around his neck, hair still damp. a vein in his bicep flexing like it’s personally here to ruin you. he raises an eyebrow when he sees you.
“you actually baked something?”
you pout. “don’t sound so shocked.”
he huffs. not quite a laugh. steps aside and lets you in. silent permission. another small victory.
you sit on the couch, drop the plate between you. he takes a cookie. you take a risk.
“so…” you say, crossing your legs slowly, letting your voice dip soft and sweet. “what do i get if they’re good?”
toji chews. swallows. side-eyes you. “…you want a prize for not poisoning me?”
you tilt your head, smile like trouble. lean a little closer, so your thigh brushes his.
“i want something,” you murmur.
he watches you. unreadable.
your heart’s racing. your leg’s touching his. the tension is so thick it could suffocate a small village. he’s quiet. too quiet. and for a second— a single, traitorous second— you believe. believe he’s going to touch you. say something filthy. hell, maybe even kiss you.
but instead— he stands up.
you freeze.
no.
he walks to the door.
absolutely not.
he opens it.
“go home, sweetheart.”
you blink. “…what?”
he doesn’t look at you. doesn’t even flinch.
“you’ve had your fun,” he mutters, voice low. final. “time to go.”
the plate of cookies is still on the table. your lip gloss is still perfect. and this man— this walking thirst trap of a dilf— just opened the door and told you to leave as if you were an inconvenience.
you stand there for five full seconds. staring at the wood grain like it personally wronged you. your mouth opens, closes, no words ever come out.
no explanation. no thank you. not even a cookie to-go.
you take the hint.
you walk home— five steps that feel like a funeral march— let yourself back into your apartment with hands that won’t stop shaking, and close the door behind you like it might collapse if you don’t hold it up. then you crawl into bed, pull the blanket over your head, and try very, very hard not to cry over a man who never asked you to try this hard in the first place.
❥ STEP 5 — let him come to you (the part of the spiral where you stop trying, and he starts breaking)
you’ve officially stopped trying.
no more cookies, fake run-ins, or conveniently timed errands. you’re done bending over near his door like some desperate domestic goddess waiting to be claimed. no more lingering glances, no flirty texts, no smiles he could potentially mistake for an invitation
you go cold. polite. distant.
“hey,” he mutters in the hallway one morning, voice a little rough from sleep.
“morning,” you reply. clipped. unreadable. no smile.
you don’t linger. don’t wait for anything in return. you catch him glancing over when you pass, but you don’t look back. just keep walking like you’ve got better things to do than pine for a man who slams doors in your face.
when megumi finds you on the stairs the following weekend and asks if you want to help with another project, you smile softly, press a hand to the top of his head, and say, “not this week, bud. busy.” he frowns a little. you ruffle his hair, and walk away without looking up.
you start going out more. wearing new outfits. dresses you hadn’t felt bold enough to wear before. lip gloss that makes your mouth look mean. you let strangers hold the door for you. let them compliment you. you let them linger.
you laugh too loud outside your apartment one night, on purpose, after coming back from a date with someone who isn’t him. your heels click against the floor. your voice drips with honey. you lean against your door while someone says something into your ear and you throw your head back like it’s the funniest thing you’ve ever heard.
you know he’s listening.
you feel his eyes on you like a bruise forming slow.
and then the shift begins.
it’s subtle, at first.
he starts speaking more.
“mornin’,” he grunts one day, voice thicker now. rougher.
you nod, toss him a quiet “hey.”
“new dress?” he says one night when you pass in the hallway.
you glance down at it, fingers brushing your hip. nod again. “yeah.”
he stares a second too long.
you keep walking.
the next week, he holds the elevator for you. for the very first time.
you step inside without looking at him, lean against the mirrored wall, arms crossed. he stands beside you, silent for a second too long.
“…got plans tonight?” he asks.
you glance at him. his hand’s on the railing. his eyes are on your legs. the heat between you is palpable.
“maybe,” you shrug. “why? you wanna know if i’m free?”
he doesn’t answer. just scoffs and looks away.
but his jaw tightens. you see it.
and you smile to yourself when the elevator dings.
you don’t stop. you don’t wait.
and then— one night. late.
a knock at your door.
you weren’t expecting it. you’re in your tank top and sleep shorts, hair still a little messy, face clean of makeup. for a second you debate not opening it at all.
but then you do.
he’s there.
black t-shirt. low voice. tension rolling off him like heat. his eyes sweep over you once— bare legs, bare face, bare everything— and settle on your mouth.
you open your lips to say something but nothing comes out. for a second, he doesn’t speak. just stares. like he’s trying to remember why this was a bad idea.
“you done with your little game?” he asks finally, voice rough, jaw set.
you blink. tilt your head. heart stuttering.
“why?” you say. “you jealous?”
he exhales slow. like he’s holding something in. then steps forward, just once. close enough that his chest nearly brushes yours. the hallway hums with silence. you can feel it thickening between you—every breath, every second, every inch of space closing.
he looks down at you, jaw clenched. his eyes are darker than you’ve ever seen them. his gaze drops to your mouth. lingers.
“you think i haven’t thought about fucking you since the first day you moved in?”
jackpot.
you smile. slow and wicked.
“well,” you murmur, stepping back just enough to tug him inside, “what are you waiting for?”
❥ STEP 5.1 — fuck the dilf. repeatedly!! (aka: daddy finally breaks, and so does your spine)
the door isn’t even fully closed before he’s got you pinned against it, one hand slamming it shut behind you while the other grips your jaw hard enough to tilt your head back. his mouth crashes into yours— hot, hungry, furious— like he’s trying to erase every other man who’s ever looked at you, every laugh you gave someone else, every second you weren’t his.
his hands are everywhere. gripping your waist, your throat, your jaw. rough. greedy. like he’s trying to memorize the shape of you through sheer force, like he doesn’t trust himself to stop once he starts. his fingers dig into your skin hard enough to leave marks, dragging you closer, forcing your body flush against his so you can feel him— hard, heavy, pressing insistently between you.
“this what you wanted, sweetheart?” he growls, dragging his mouth down your neck, teeth scraping just enough to make you shiver. “walkin’ around like that every damn day- no bra, tiny little shorts, always smilin’ at me like a fuckin’ tease—”
you gasp when he shoves his thigh between yours, grinding hard, forcing your hips to rock against him. your pussy’s already soaked— soaked enough that the friction makes your head spin, a broken little whimper slipping out before you can stop it. he feels it. of course he does.
“fuck,” he mutters, voice dropping lower, eyes darkening as he watches your face fall apart. “already wet. knew it. knew you were walkin’ around like that for me.”
“you shouldn’t be here,” you breathe, even as your hands clutch at his shirt, dragging him closer, nails digging into his back like you’re scared he’ll disappear and you’d rather die than have him pull away now.
“don’t fuckin’ care,” he snarls, cupping your pussy through your panties, pressing just enough to make your knees buckle. his thumb drags over you, feeling how drenched you are through the thin fabric. “been thinkin’ about this cunt for weeks.”
you moan— full body, spine-arching, dignity-leaving moan— as he yanks your panties to the side and sinks two fingers into you without hesitation. nothing stops him. your body takes him easily, molded for him, as though his hands belong there and they’ve always known exactly where to go.
you’re so wet it’s obscene. it squelches. it gives around him immediately, your walls fluttering, clenching like they recognize him, like they’ve been waiting.
“shit,” he hisses, pumping his fingers slow just to feel it, watching the way your face twists. “tight little thing. messy already. all that attitude just ‘cause you needed a cock in you, huh?”
you nod, crying out, grinding against his palm like a bitch in heat, chasing the friction, chasing him, hips moving on instinct, your body no longer yours to command.
he slaps your cunt. hard. you jerk, a broken sob ripping out of you.
“use your words.”
“yes, fuck, yes, i wanted this, wanted you, please- needed you so bad- been thinking about you too—”
“yeah?” he mocks, curling his fingers just right, hitting that spot that makes your vision blur, your knees give out. “needed daddy’s cock that bad? all that work just to get it, huh?”
he pulls his fingers out and licks them clean, making eye contact while his tongue drags over his knuckles— savoring you, devouring every trace with the hunger of a man who’s finally getting what he’s craved.
you feel your face burn. your thighs tremble. your body aches.
“needy lil thing,” he mutters. “so desperate for daddy’s cock you made friends with my kid to get it.”
your mouth drops open.
“fuck,” you whisper, humiliated, horny, heart beating out of your chest. “i-i didn’t—”
“yeah, you did,” he cuts you off, voice low and certain, already tugging his sweats down. “i saw right through you. every little look. everytime you bent over in front of me like you were askin’ for it.”
his cock springs free— massive, thick, veiny, heavy against your stomach, already leaking. it twitches when he drags it through your folds, smearing your wetness all over himself, groaning under his breath at the feeling.
“watchin’ me, droppin shit in the hallway, showin’ up all cute with cookies—” he continues, voice roughening. “all so i’d fuck you like this.”
he grabs your hips. lifts you like it’s easy.
you wrap your legs around him on instinct, clinging, desperate, your ankles locking behind his back.
he slams you against the wall and shoves in deep.
you scream.
it burns for half a second— then it’s just full. overwhelming. he stretches you open, every inch fitting so perfectly it feels intentional, inevitable— your body made to take him, built around the shape of him alone.
“this what you wanted?” he growls, already moving, setting a brutal pace, hips snapping harshly into yours. “wanted daddy to stuff this sloppy little cunt so full you can’t think?”
you’re crying already. sobbing into his shoulder, nails clawing at him, dragging down his back hard enough to leave lines. “yesyes- oh my god- yes please- don’t stop, don’t stop—”
he doesn’t. he can’t.
he fucks you hard. no mercy. no build-up. just punishing, deep, filthy strokes that slam into you over and over, your tits bouncing with every thrust, your body jostling against the wall, the wet sound of it echoing in the room— proof of how wrecked you are for him.
“listen to that,” he grunts, one hand coming down to grab your ass, spreading you open, forcing himself even deeper. “fuckin’ soaked. takin’ me so easy.”
“toji—”
“nah,” he snaps, grabbing your jaw again, forcing you to look at him, eyes blown wide, mouth open, completely ruined. “say it right.”
“daddy—” you choke.
his hips stutter for half a second. then he loses it.
“yeah,” he groans, fucking into you harder, deeper, pace turning reckless. “that’s it. say it again.”
“daddy, fuck, daddy please- please don’t stop—”
“good girl,” he breathes, voice wrecked now, forehead pressing against yours. “knew you’d sound pretty sayin’ it.”
he keeps going until your legs shake so hard you can’t hold yourself up, until your body goes limp in his arms, until you’re nothing but weight and noise and need. then he drags you away from the wall, carries you like you weigh nothing, and drops you onto the couch.
your shirt’s gone in seconds. your tits spill free, bouncing when he grabs them, squeezing hard, biting one, then the other, tongue dragging over the marks he leaves, teeth sinking in just enough to make you cry out.
you whine, arching into him, completely gone, hips lifting even though you can barely move.
“look at you,” he mutters, almost to himself. “fuckin’ ruined already.”
he spits on your chest. spreads it with his thumb. then shoves you back, spreading your legs open, staring at your dripping cunt like it’s dinner, like he could spend hours there.
“not done with you yet,” he mutters.
then he dives in.
he eats you out starving— insatiable, greedy, nothing held back. hasn’t touched anyone in years, and now he’s buried in you, treating your pussy like a lifeline. his tongue moves everywhere— flicking, sucking, pushing deep, groaning into the mess he’s making, matching your desperation, needing this with the same feverish hunger you do.
“taste so fuckin’ good,” he mumbles against you, nose brushing your clit, making you jerk violently. “all for me, huh? all this just for me?”
you’re shaking. crying. your hands in his hair, grinding down onto his face, desperate, greedy, nasty.
“yes- fuck- yes—”
he hums, pleased, and the vibration sends you over immediately.
you cum once. then twice. he doesn’t stop. he eats you through it, moaning into your pussy while you scream and sob and claw at the cushions like a feral bitch, your thighs clamping around his head, back arching off the couch.
“too much, too much—”
“nah,” he mutters, holding you down, hands gripping your thighs so hard they’ll bruise. “you can take it.”
and you do. you take it until your body gives out and you’re nothing but a twitching, whimpering mess under him, tears streaking your face, chest heaving.
when he finally pulls back, his face is soaked. his chin’s messy. his pupils are blown so wide he looks dangerous.
he strokes his cock over your twitching cunt, dragging it through your folds, tapping your clit just to make you jolt, smearing your wetness back over you.
“you want daddy to put a baby in you next?” he growls.
your brain breaks. completely. all you can do is nod frantically, tears still clinging to your lashes as you whimper out a little, “yes please”
toji grins at that. dark, and way too cocky.
“fuckin’ knew it.”
and then he slams back in and fucks you like he means it— like he’s trying to knock you up, ruin you, break you down and rebuild you around his dick. your body takes it, greedily, desperately, your walls clenching around him like you don’t want to let him go, like you want to keep him there.
“gonna fill you up,” he groans, thrusts getting sloppy now, deeper somehow, grinding into you. “gonna keep you full of me.”
you’re sobbing. babbling. “pleasepleaseplease—”
he finishes deep. thick. hot. doesn’t pull out. just buries himself as far as he can go and groans into your neck, hips stuttering while you feel it— feel him— filling you, spilling inside you, too much, too warm, your body fluttering around him.
he stays there. holds you. keeps you plugged with his cock while your body trembles and leaks around him.
“good girl,” he murmurs, kissing your cheek, softer now but still possessive. “took me so well.”
his hand slides down your stomach. presses there. like he’s already imagining it.
“you’re mine now.”
you barely come back to yourself before he’s moving again.
you’re still shaking. still sensitive. your cunt is pulsing, aching and full and leaking around him, your thighs sticky, your body limp and boneless against the couch. every nerve feels raw, like your skin’s been turned inside out.
and he’s still inside you.
still hard.
you let out a weak, broken sound when he shifts his hips, cock dragging inside you— slow, deliberate— he’s reminding you exactly where he is.
“toji—” you whimper, voice wrecked, barely there.
his hand tightens on your hip immediately.
“what’d i tell you?” he mutters, low and sharp.
you choke on a breath. “d-daddy—”
“yeah,” he exhales, satisfied, rolling his hips again, slower this time, savoring it. “that’s better.”
you feel everything now. every inch. every drag. the way he stretches you again even though you’re already so fucked out it hurts. your walls flutter around him uncontrollably, oversensitive, and he groans at it— deep, filthy.
“fuck,” he hisses. “still squeezin’ me like that? after all that?”
“too much,” you whimper, pushing weakly at his chest, even as your hips betray you, rocking up into him. “i can’t—”
“you can,” he cuts you off, already pulling out halfway just to slam back in. you sob.
“you will.”
your body jerks with it, your tits bouncing weakly with each thrust, your hands scrambling for something to hold onto. everything feels too intense— too deep, too full, too good.
“s-sensitive—” you gasp, nails digging into his arms.
“i know,” he mutters, almost mean about it, dragging his cock against that spot again on purpose. “that’s the point.”
you cry out, back arching hard, your whole body trembling as he starts fucking you again— slower than before, but somehow worse. deeper. more intentional. every thrust aimed to make you feel it, to drag it out of you.
“so fucked out already,” he murmurs, grabbing your chin and forcing your head up so you have to meet his eyes. “can’t even think anymore, huh?”
you shake your head, tears slipping down your temples. “no—”
“all that attitude gone,” he continues, voice low, almost mocking, thumb brushing your lip. “all that mouth, and now you’re just- what?”
you swallow, breath hitching. “yours—”
his grip tightens.
“say it again.”
“yours,” you sob, louder this time. “i’m yours—”
“yeah you are,” he groans, pace picking up just a little, just enough to make your head spin again. “fuckin’ made for me, aren’t you? takin’ me like this, still beggin’ for more—”
“i’m not—” you try, voice breaking, but your hips roll into him again, chasing it, proving him right.
he laughs. low. mean.
“yeah,” he breathes. “that’s what i thought.”
his hand slides down between your bodies, fingers finding your clit— already swollen, oversensitive, aching.
you jolt hard.
“nono, please- s’too much—”
he circles it anyway.
slow.
you squeal.
your body spasms instantly, thighs clamping around him, back arching so hard it almost hurts. it hits you out of nowhere— another orgasm ripping through you before you can even process it, your cunt clenching down on him so tight he curses.
“fuuuckk,” he groans, thrust stuttering. “that’s it, there it is—”
you’re sobbing now. full-on crying. your body shaking uncontrollably as he keeps moving, keeps rubbing, using you through it.
“can’t take it- can’t—” you gasp, voice dissolving into broken sounds.
“you are takin’ it,” he says, not slowing down, not stopping, cock dragging in and out of your fluttering, oversensitive cunt while your body keeps spasming around him. “look at you. still squeezin’ me. still want it.”
you don’t even know if that’s true anymore. you just know you can’t stop reacting, can’t stop feeling.
he shifts suddenly— grabs your hips, flips you over like it’s nothing.
you yelp, barely catching yourself before your face hits the couch.
“stay,” he mutters, pressing you down, one hand between your shoulder blades, the other guiding himself back in.
you whine the second he pushes back inside— somehow deeper like this, your body folding around him differently, more exposed, more helpless.
“shit,” he breathes, gripping your hips tight. “yeah. this is better.”
and then he starts again.
hard.
faster this time.
your body jolts forward with every thrust, your cheek pressed into the cushions, your fingers clawing at the fabric as the sounds get louder, wet and messy.
“daddy—!” you cry, voice muffled, broken.
“that’s it,” he groans behind you, hand sliding up your back, gripping your neck— not choking, just holding. controlling. “say it louder.”
he fucks you deeper with every word.
“who’s pussy is this?”
“yours—!” you sob.
“who you doin’ all that shit for, huh?” he snaps, pace turning relentless again. “all that dressin’ up, all that flirtin’—”
“you—! just you—!”
“damn right.”
his hand slides down your back, grabs your ass, spreading you open again so he can watch himself disappear inside you, over and over, your cunt clinging to him like it doesn’t want to let go.
“fuckin’ made a mess of you,” he mutters, almost impressed. “can’t even keep it in.”
you can’t. it’s leaking. every thrust pushes more of him out, slick and messy, your body too full, too used.
you’re gone. completely.
he leans over you, chest pressed to your back, mouth at your ear.
“one more,” he murmurs, voice low, dangerous. “gimme one more.”
you shake your head weakly. “can’t—”
“yes you can.”
his hand finds your clit again.
you break.
your whole body locks up, a scream tearing out of you as another orgasm crashes through, sharper this time, almost painful in how intense it is, your cunt clenching so tight around him it drags him over the edge with you.
“fuck—” he groans, biting into your shoulder as he finishes again, hips stuttering hard against you, spilling deep, grinding into you as he rides it out.
you collapse under him completely.
he stays there for a second. breathing heavy. still inside you. still holding you down.
then, softer this time— just a little—
“told you,” he mutters against your skin. “you could take it.”
you don’t respond. you physically can’t.
you’re just… gone.
and he sounds way too pleased about it.
you wake up sore. sore in ways you didn’t even know were possible. your thighs ache, your hips feel bruised, your legs do not work. your pussy’s twitching— puffy, overstimulated, and leaking. there’s cum literally dripping out of you, sticky between your thighs, cooling against the sheets.
and toji’s still there.
sprawled across your bed like he owns it, like you’re his bed now, arm heavy over your waist, breathing slow against the back of your neck. his chest rises and falls steady, the heat of his body sinking into yours. it’s warm. safe. a little filthy. you can feel his cock pressed to your ass— soft, but still there, like a threat.
you’re not sure if he’s awake. you’re not sure if you’re awake. your whole body feels broken in. chewed up. worshipped. wrecked. you blink blearily at the sunlight slanting through your blinds, brain swimming in the slow syrup of morning-after haze, and shift slightly beneath the weight of him.
he moves with you. groans low, deep in his chest, as though the stretch of his limbs aches. then, voice gravel-thick and sleep-rough:
“fuck. you made me pull a muscle.”
you try to laugh, but it comes out cracked. “good.”
he snorts, lazy and fond, burying his face in your shoulder and muttering, “brat.”
you hum, cheek pressed into the pillow, toes curling under the sheets. you don’t move. don’t want to. his arm tightens around your waist just enough to remind you it’s still there.
you’re quiet for a second. breathing in the moment. then— soft, teasing, and only half joking:
“so… what are we now?”
he goes still. just for a beat. long enough for your stomach to drop a little. you tense, suddenly hyperaware of how real this feels, how easy it would be to ruin it. your heart thumps like you’re asking him to raise a child. (which. maybe you are. unknowingly. oops.)
he exhales.
then, low. rough. certain.
“mine.”
you short-circuit. go quiet.
he doesn’t say it again. doesn’t need to. just grabs your thigh, still sore, and drags you back against his chest like he thinks you might try to leave— even though you physically can’t. you melt into the mattress with a broken little sigh, breath catching when his cock shifts against your ass, not quite hard, but heavy and possessive all the same.
you stay there. warm. stupidly happy. still full of his cum.
his fingers trail over your waist lazily, absent-minded, almost like he’s petting you. like you’re his and this is normal now. you close your eyes, let yourself float in it, wondering how the hell you went from faking ankle injuries to getting bred in your own hallway by the hottest dilf alive.
and when megumi knocks on the door half an hour later and yells, “dad, i’m hungry,”
toji groans like a man betrayed. buries his face in your neck, kisses your skin as if it’s your fault he has responsibilities.
“you’re makin’ breakfast,” he mutters.
you turn your head, blinking at him. “me?!”
“you want me to limp in there with my back blown out?”
“…you blew my back out.”
“exactly,” he grins against your throat. “teamwork.”
you roll your eyes. groan. try to wiggle away, but he doesn’t let you. just holds you tighter and mumbles something about five more minutes before letting you go— barely.
you’re smiling as you get up. your legs are still jelly. your thighs stick when you move. you’re sore and used and leaking, and you’ve never felt so fucking good.
repost from my old blog ! ^_^ (this might be one of the only ones i’m reposting since i liked this one the most lolz)
you and yuji broke up. not even a weekend later, he's at your door begging for you.
(18+)
art credits: @/itstheodezu on tt
cw: smut, oral sex, lip-bitting, edging, angst
disclaimer: in this au, yuji is an adult sorcerer!!!!
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friday, you and yuji called it quits on your relationship. you’d been together for half a relentless year.
the first few months were bliss, he’d practically moved in with you.
you’d cook together,
watch movies together entangled on your couch.
he was everything you’d ever imagined from your first - beautiful, so loving and you were both OBSESSED with each other.
but over time, his missions carved him into someone stretched thin with his tired eyes, delayed smiles, and a mind that was always somewhere else.
and you started learning the shape of absence while he was still technically there.
neither of you said it outright at first. you just kept adjusting, shrinking into the gaps he left behind, until there wasn’t much of you left in the same room anymore.
so when you finally said it, when you both agreed, quietly, reluctantly, it didn’t feel like a decision.
it felt like something that had already happened a long time ago.
a weekend had passed since then, and you still weren't sure how to exist in this empty space he used to fill with his laughter and touch.
trying to accept it still felt wrong in your mouth, like a bitter truth that if you repeated enough times, it might undo itself.
but it didn't. and he never called or texted.
you loved each other, but your lives only kept getting in the way.
the apartment complex had long since gone quiet by the time you finished your nightly routine.
freshly showered and dressed in an oversized shirt and soft pyjama shorts, you curled up in the corner of your living room couch with your legs tucked beneath you, scrolling mindlessly on your phone.
your hair was still slightly damp, and the faint scent of your vanilla moisturiser lingered in the air around you.
only a single lamp beside the television remained on, casting a warm amber glow across the room while the rest of the apartment sat in comfortable darkness. outside the large windows, the sky had turned inky black, interrupted only by distant streetlights and the occasional pair of headlights drifting past below.
a soft hum filled the apartment; the refrigerator from the kitchen, the distant buzz of the building's electricity, the quiet whir of the ceiling fan overhead all blending together into familiar white noise.
it was the kind of sound you'd stopped noticing most nights, a gentle reminder that even in the stillness, the world around you hadn't completely fallen asleep.
your phone lights up furiously, demanding your attention:
hes texting? is he drunk?
your thumb hovers over the screen, and it hits you in this horrible, familiar way.
because it sounds like him, but it also sounds like the version of him you used to know before the distance took over.
your chest tightens before you even process it properly.
because part of you wants to answer immediately.
part of you has been waiting for anything. anything at all.
you flip your phone face down against a cushion, your head spiralling and your stomach in knots.
for a second, it helps, like if you don’t see it, it can’t reach you.
but it still feels like it’s burning through the cushion anyway.
you already know what’s on the screen without looking again.
you've read it enough times to have it memorised.
your throat tightens in this slow, ugly way that has nothing to do with breathing and everything to do with not letting anything fall apart yet.
you don’t pick it up.
you just sit there, staring at the space of where it is,
because if you open it, you'll reply.
and if you reply, you'll go right back to him.
that’s the part that hurts the most,
how quickly you'd run back to what you had.
you reach for your phone before you've properly even decided to,
like your hand moves first and your brain is just… dragged along after it.
his messages are still there, stacked on top of each other like he couldn’t stop himself once he started.
you don’t even know what you're trying to say at first.
there's too much in your chest for anything simple to come out clean.
you start typing, then taking back the words that spill out:
what do you want me to say to that?
too sharp.
you can’t just text me like this
too angry, and yet not angry enough to be honest.
your eyes sting a little and you hate that they do.
because you miss him. even now. even like this.
what you send in the end is too small for what you feel, but its all you can manage without breaking open.
and yet he replied instantly.
you set the phone down beside you on the sofa like it’s suddenly too loud to hold. like it’s still humming with him even when it’s silent.
your body sinks back into the cushions.
the room is too quiet and everything feels too open.
you pull the blanket closer even though you're not really cold - you just need something to hold onto that isn’t this.
eyes stinging, and threatening to spill, you turn slightly into the sofa, away from the phone. away from the messages that are bound to ruin you in one way or another.
and eventually, without meaning to, you fall asleep. trying so hard not to cry that you don’t even notice when everything stirs quiet.
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you wake up to furious, pounding on the front door,
is this a dream bleeding into real life?
then it comes again.
louder and faster. like whoever it is, isn’t going to stop until you answer.
your eyes open properly this time, body still heavy with sleep, but the sound cuts straight through the room.
you walk over to the door, slow enough to buy you time to process whats happening.
you look through your peep-hole hesitantly and
yuji is there.
he looks like he’s been dragged straight out of the rain, confidently uncaring in how he looks.
his white shirt is completely soaked, clinging to every tensed muscle on his torso, his dark joggers hung low on his hips,
and his face,
eyes wide, exhausted and pathetically leaning his fists against the door.
and it still hits you, unfairly, how good he looks like this.
like he always does, even when he’s falling apart.
he’s staring straight at the door like he already knows you’re right here.
"yuji stop!" your voice cuts through him as his fist hovers mid-air, wavering under the light of the hallway. "what are you doing here?"
"i need you."
it was one thing reading it off your phone, but it was another hearing his raspy, whining voice repeat it on the other side of the door.
that was all you needed.
in the next 5 seconds, the door flies open and itadori yuji is standing in your doorway, unfairly beautiful and sculpted. his eyes were soft and damp from either the rain or his own tears. his arms dropped slowly to his sides as he stared into your eyes, unwavering.
"can i please come in?"
"fine, yeah, just take your muddy shoes off at the door," you mumble, not sure how reality still feels a bit unreal and dream-like.
"yuji, i miss-," you gulp back your words for a moment, "i miss you too but this- this isn't healthy."
hes sliding off his shoes, one hand against the doorframe as he looks up at you through his wet eyelashes, his eyes dripping in shades of golden brown. "i know."
a sniffle, then a deep sigh later, yuji has shut the door behind him and is down.
on his knees.
looking up at you through his sodden pink hair.
"y/n, i need you back. please, god-," he hiccups through his tears as they start pouring down his face, "just let me make it up to you, i should've been here more, i know... but i can't even go a few days accepting that we've given up on us."
you step back, leaning against the shoe cabinet, holding yourself up to take in this wave of confession.
you felt your blood boil as your mind raced,
why now?
where was this desperation and need for you when you needed it most.
"yuji stand up. i'm not having this conversation with you right now."
"please." hes practically begging now, running his hands down from his knees and onto your floor.
"oh for gods sake-," you weren't going to listen to any more of this. how could he not see how cruel this is?
"let me make you feel good, y/n."
for a moment, you see him properly. not the damaged sorcerer. not the absent shell of a man he was.
but you see a god-like carved man begging to touch you, on his knees for you.
and from that moment on, it was as if everything your body had longed for suddenly overwhelmed your scrambled mind.
"you want to make me feel good?"
you watched him stumble back up onto his feet, your gaze fixed on his rain-soaked silhouette.
"yes! yes, y/n. i keep thinking about the last time i touched you and-,"
"that was quite a while ago yuji," you mused, walking towards him from the shoe cabinet, with a new sense of concentration over you.
his face perked up whilst his hands twitch slightly at his sides like he’s debating reaching for you and stopping himself at the same time, fingers curling into his palms before relaxing again.
he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, then back, like he can’t find a way to stand still in his own skin.
his throat bobs as he swallows before whispering, "its been too long."
your skin buzzed with electricity as he now stood, towering over you, eyes wide and darting all over your body, hungrily. like he was starved of you.
you don't respond as you watch him struggle to decide on what to do.
it was almost amusing seeing him like this.
seeing him yearn for you this bad.
his hands hover over your waist, tiny droplets of rain water dripping onto your skin.
when you don't move away, his body collides with yours, your mouths warm against each others.
a wet, warm hand cupping one side of your face, whilst his other hand gripped onto your waist so tightly, there was no space left between you.
he moans against your mouth, warm and wet, his hair sodden against your face.
you both fight to taste each other deeper, tongues colliding messily.
wet pink strands sticking to his forehead, brushing against your skin as he pulls you towards the couch.
like he's memorised the path from the door before.
you both fall against the sofa ungracefully, a tangled mess of limbs reunited. his body is heavy as he presses you further against the softness of the couch, kissing you like he never wanted to let go.
he bites your lip then begins kissing further down your body. his toned arms grip you down from your waist.
hes now moved back, holding tightly onto your legs as you lay back, moaning against the quiet hum of your living room fan.
he leaves a trail of kisses from your ear lobes,
to the sweet spots of your neck,
down to your chest and your stomach.
you freeze for a moment, the messy situation you're in catching up with your scattered thoughts.
that one overwhelming need for him coursing through your core has been taking the lead.
you push his head up with your palm, pulling his eyes up to meet yours as you're both gasping for air.
gasping and teary-eyed, he looks up at you, now positioned between your legs. hunger and pleading stare back at you.
"please, let me eat you out."
"really?"
“I want to taste you,” he breathes out, his breaths shallow and ragged.
you laugh and then slowly run your hands through his hair, stroking his eager face.
with your free hand you start to shimmy down your tiny pyjama shorts. the only confirmation he needed.
without missing a beat, you feel his rough hands tear them off your legs as you scream with delight.
"yuji!"
"just lay there for me, y/n."
you feel his fingers brush softly against your opening through your now soaked panties.
"oh my god, you're so wet for me already."
you could only muster out a suppressed moan when he slides the laced fabric down your legs before pressing his tongue, hard against your clit.
the sudden sensation makes you grip onto the armrest behind your head, your skin decorated in goosebumps for his touch.
the warm wetness of his tongue laps against your core slowly as his fingers slowly dig harder into your thighs.
"y-yuj- you feel so good!" your gasping through moans, whilst your body feels like its falling in on itself against his mouth.
you hear him mumble something against your clit, the vibrations only sending more electric shots up your core.
he's focused, drawing rhythmic circles against your clit and lapping it up like a feral animal.
he's not stopping. not until he feels your legs shake against his arms, and your screams wake up everyone in the complex.
the pressure against your clit builds harder and harder whilst he's humming happily against it, his tongue circling every part that had felt neglected for so long.
your arms swing over your head and grab hard onto yuji's messy, pink strands of hair. you slowly coax him to a rhythm against you that makes your legs tremble. your body on the edge of erupting into a wave of pleasure.
he pulls away, drooling from his flushed lips, "who am i, y/n?"
"yuji, d-dont stop!" you almost scream, your clit throbbing against the sudden cooler air of the room.
"say it." he pants through the words, eager for an answer.
"i'm yours yuji!"
the soft contact of his lips and tongue against your opening was all it took after a couple moments for you to unravel on the couch, your hands grabbing hard onto yuji's hair. your moans fill the air around you both as yuji doesn't stop until you rode out the wave of heaven he gave you.
tilting your head up, you see yuji comb his hair back with his quivering fingers, his face flushed crimson, spit running down his jaw as he swallows back, grinning ear to ear.
"was i good?" he asks, genuine and out of breath.
"where was that yuji before?" you laugh out between breaths.
he sits up, a now serious look etched into his sharp features, "i've always been here,
fluff . poly relationship . girl dad megumi + yuji . girls names are mikato and nora . 2 husbands its getting litty . itsfushi x reader / megumi x reader x yuji . boxer au
the shadow of the ring and the tiger are a fan favorite duo in the underground boxing of tokyo.
‘duo’ as in, a pair.
a pair of enemies.
media beef, the referee going wild with stress, boxing turning into something more intense, managers going at eachother’s throats… yeah, it was a lot.
two young adults that were worshipped for their muscular bodies, getting rushed into boxing, going against competitors before eachother.
the night no one could forget.
you were a young adult aswell, needing some money while there wasn’t much job’s available near where you live.
until someone hit you up with a ‘ring girl’ application.
wasn’t much; being touched up with makeup, hair done, wearing slightly revealing clothes and just looking cute holding a board to state what round it was.
they wanted someone to catch the eye of the older men in the audiences, which was creepy. it felt like you were being auctioned off like cattle everytime you paced the ring, spotlight highlighting your figure.
the first night ever when you got employed, shadow of the ring vs. the tiger was on.
the guys were hot, honestly. you’ve heard their ring names from conversations between staff as they prepare for their arrival, and you couldn’t see anything on television since it was underground fighting… and the place was a little problematic.
eyes glued on both of them as the bell chimed, signalling for the round to start. navy boxing gloves mixing with crimson red ones, grunts lightly filling the air only if you stood close enough to hear.
star struck by both of them, no matter if they were marked with bruises, scarring or random splotches of red underneath their skin. not blood!
the round carried on until round 8, megumi falling down, his back hitting the ring.
yuji didn’t have a finisher, didn’t do
finishers. too much hassle and he wouldn’t like to do that to someone, even if he’s hurt them long enough.
blowing kisses to the screaming fans, bowing dramatically before raising his gloved-fist.
“fireball yuuuuuji itadooooori wins against megumi fuuuuushiiiiguro!” a man clutching a mic yells, his pot belly peeking out under a sweaty buttoned up shirt, skin - red-ish salmon.
watching medics patch up megumi and yuji, you ushered yourself to the back. dolling yourself up before you attempt to talk to atleast one of them.
maybe score one of them too…
“you did good out there,” a warm voice filled the air, making you turn your head.
yuji itadori, slinging his shoulder over megumi fushiguro who scowled, “yeah yeah.” gruffly responding.
maybe it was because you were staring, but ‘the tiger’ made eye contact with you. his mouth spreading into a large grin. “yo! it’s the hot ring girl— OW!”
a hit to the back of his head, cutting him off. “sorry about that,” megumi replied, half-lidded eyes meeting yours.
“wanna hang out with us in the back? our treat.”
seems like these two were just best friends off camera.
-
10 years by, you get married and have two beautiful girls with the two dorks you met.
mikato having you and yuji’s genes mixed together, so you made him name her.
her younger sister, nora, was a mix of you and megumi, making him name her again.
you stopped your job as a ring girl when you were pregnant with mikato, yuji and megumi taking a longggg maternity leave to care for you. lazing around you like two big dogs, making sure you were comfortable, warm and safe.
when your little girl was a year old, they went back to doing their jobs. but ever since getting married, they requested to avoid getting into matches against eachother for long periods of time.
sure, they had some days when people would chant for them, so why not give the crowd what they want?
tonight was different, yuji was going against someone new.
“welcome everyone! hurdle around the ring, get a good spot for tonight and make sure to check out the food stalls at break!” the announcer hollered. “tonight we haveeee… the tiger versussssss… ratface!”
‘ratface’ had a face full of stitches, ashy blue hair and a wicked smile.
“what a freak.” megumi murmured beside you, a arm around your waist and a hand on mikato’s shoulder as the two girls stand at the front of you two.
“papa! he looks so scrawny!” mikato giggled, turning her head up at megumi, emptying a chuckle from him and a head ruffle.
a squeal from below, “dada! you got this!” nora yelled to her other father in the ring, hopping up and waving her tiger plushie.
blowing kisses to you four at the front of the barricade, turning around as the first round got started.
flash forward to long 10 rounds… ratface was knocked to his knees.
moving to the ropes, climbing, before slamming his body down against his opponent.
his first finisher.
“did that for you, pumpkin’s!” the pinky haired man pointed his glove down to the two giggly girls in princesses dresses.
“daddyyyy!” they cheered, their small voices not going ignored. swinging his body from the ring and over to the barricade.
pressing a kiss to megumi’s cheek, a kiss on your lips, before down to hoisting both of his girls up and placing kisses to the top of their foreheads.
he winked to both of you watching the gentle moment with a smile, “did it for you,” he murmured, hugging the two girls that curled into his torso.
a/n :: not proofread i’m so sorry but thank u all for 500 followers!!! love u all, thank u for supporting me this far <3
boyfriend toji fushiguro shows you how a real man takes care of his woman.
cw: toji loves your bush!! soft sweet toji but he’s also a freak.. mdni, oral f!receiving, praise, mentions of shitty exes. wc: 1.1k, art creds ruu_sugu on x
toji fushiguro is a filthy man, but he is a man in all the ways a man can be one, his fingers are calloused, dirt tucked beneath his nails after hours of labor, sweat clinging to his porcelain skin, a nasty scar cutting across his lip that catches the light whenever it tilts into a cruel smirk. he’s cocky, full of attitude, cruel and rough around the edges, but always soft where it matters, and always soft with you.
he’s a man in every sense, he takes you however you desire yourself to be, dolled up or all natural, he doesn’t give a damn, he loves you regardless, and that follows straight into the bedroom.
he doesn’t care if you haven’t showered that day, doesn’t care if you just got back from a run, he’ll peel your leggings off with rough fingers and drag you over his face without a second thought, letting you settle there, your cunt warm and soaked with want, coating him in it. the desire is evident when he pulls back for a breath, his face glistening with your juices.
he doesn’t even care if you’re on your period, he’ll eat you just the same, filthy and unbothered, spit mixing in as his tongue laps at your pussy, pushing into you like he’s starved. the first time he did it, went down on you like that, it shocked you, none of your past boyfriends ever would, they’d always made a face, called it gross, something to avoid, and toji had only scoffed at that, muttering that they were a bunch of fuckin boys, that a real man takes care of his woman no matter what.
toji is a man, but more than that, he’s your man, and despite the sharpness in his attitude, the bite in the way he speaks, he’s a hopeless romantic underneath it all, and when toji fushiguro falls in love, it’s all-consuming, unwavering devotion.
so when he walks through the door of your shared home, limbs heavy and tired, muscles aching, worn down and scuffed up, faint streaks of dirt along his skin and dried blood still clinging to his jaw and split lip, he barely pauses to shut the door behind him. he’s already moving, already looking for you, needing to bury himself in your warmth, to inhale your sweet scent and fall asleep with you tangled around him, limbs locked together tightly.
the bathroom door is cracked open, steam curling out, the steady sound of water hitting tile filling the space, his bruised knuckles tap against the wood, and your voice, soft as honey, drifts through it, warm and familiar, making his cock tighten in his pants from your words alone, “toji? come in, baby.”
“yeah, yeah… i’m comin, doll.” his voice is low, rough, dragging, the kind that settles deep in your chest and pulls heat low in your stomach every time.
his fingers hook around the shower curtain, pushing it aside, already expecting to strip down and pull you close under the hot water.
instead, he stops.
his eyes land on the razor in your hand, the way you’re about to drag it through your bush, and his expression twists, his hand shooting out to grab your wrist, stopping you mid-motion.
“the hell are you doin’?”
you blink at him, brows lifting slightly, “shaving..?”
his jaw tightens, something irritated flashing across his face as he yanks the razor from your hand. “yeah? well quit that shit.”
you huff a little, rolling your eyes, “why, it makes it easier for you, trust me, i know i let it go too long, it’s just annoying to deal with, don’t start, my dumbass ex used to bitch about it enough.”
that does it.
toji lets out a low, annoyed sound, snapping the razor clean in half before tossing it somewhere behind him, already stepping in, already stripping, clothes gone in seconds. his body is all hard lines and muscle, scars and strength, something you’ve traced a hundred times with your hands, and mouth.
his hands find you again, gripping your waist, pulling you into him, his face dropping into the crook of your shoulder, making himself just a little smaller to fit against you.
“you’re a real idiot, y’know that?” his voice is quieter now, still rough, but softer where it presses into your skin, his breath warm even under the spray of water.
his mouth moves after that, dragging down your body, slow and unhurried, savoring it, the feel of you, the way your eyes are laced with something dark as you watch him, it drives him crazy. his hands spread across your waist, holding you steady as he lowers himself, resting his forehead briefly against your stomach. water runs down his back in uneven trails, dark hair clinging, almost blue under the fluorescent light.
“those guys you dated before me,” he mutters, voice dipping lower, rougher, “they ain’t men. just a bunch of pathetic fucks who don’t know what to do with a woman.”
his grip tightens slightly, grounding you to his touch, bordering on something possessive.
“good thing you got me now.”
the words settle heavy as he drops further, pressing kisses along your soapy inner thighs, slow at first before his teeth catch lightly, a sharp nibble etched into your skin, making you jolt.
“should track ‘em down for even thinkin’ they had a right to you,” he adds under his breath, not quite joking, not quite serious either, before his focus shifts completely.
he moves in between your thighs, nudging closer, the bridge of his nose brushing against your folds, his breath warm against you.
“but right now…” his voice comes out rough, worn at the edges from whatever mission he just came back from, “i’ll show you how its supposed to be done.”
“t-toji…” your voice breaks into a small whine when his mouth finally closes around your clit, gentle at first, sucking just enough to pull a reaction from you.
he huffs out a quiet chuckle against you, low and pleased, his tongue sliding out to trace slow circles, dragging upward from your hole before dipping back down, a finger pressing inside you briefly, just to feel the heat of your cunt, spreading you open and teasing.
his actions aren’t rushed, his mouth working at your core, slow and unhurried, finding new ways to please you with his tongue, on his knees, face and mouth buried in your needy pussy, exactly where he wants to be.
it’s obscene, the way he buries himself between your thighs, hands keeping you open, mouth moving against you with intent, water running down his broad back while your nails press faintly into his skin, leaving crescent marks, soft mewls spilling from your lips, quiet at first, then less controlled as his tongue works you open.
“fuck… that’s it,” he murmurs against you, voice muffled but clear enough, “just like that… don’t need to change a damn thing.”
his mouth moves again, kisses scattered between slow licks, tongue pressing in, then dragging up through you and through the hair you were about to get rid of, like he’s proving a point, nearly making out with your bush.
your fingers tangle in his hair, gripping tight as your body reacts, your thighs shifting, your breath turning uneven as he keeps going, steady, focused, pulling everything out of you piece by piece.
by the time he finally looks up, you’re already wrecked, chest rising and falling, the bathroom thick with steam, his gaze heavy, pupils blown wide as he locks onto your desperate state, a crooked grin pulling at his mouth.
“only dumbasses worry about shit like hair,” he mutters, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes still on you, “so quit thinkin’ about it… i ain’t one of ‘em.”
note: this is lwk dookie but i have another toji fic in the works..
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yuji had a problem—his greed was through the roof.
as many kisses, hugs, and gifts you gave him, it was never enough. he loved your undivided attention, and he would do whatever it took to keep it. so, when you were on the phone with kugisaki, expect yuji to be right there with you.
you lie on your side, your phone tucked between your shoulder and your ear, yuji's head on your stomach, his thick arms wrapped around your back. you didn't mind at all, hell, you took the opportunity to play with his hair. he wasn't asleep, just using you as a body pillow.
as the conversation went on, he started getting touchy—he laid kisses on your stomach, as one of his hands moved to grope and squeeze your ass. you were used to that though; but when he started placing wet kisses below your navel, that's when you shot him a soft glare.
"yuji," you whispered, "not now."
he looked up at you blankly, still placing kisses. cheeky. when you removed your hand from his hair, he stopped. he moved up more so his head was in your chest. his hand moving to your hip; rubbing tight circles there. he was trying to break your focus, and it was working a bit.
at some point, you weren't fully registering kugisaki and what she was saying; asking her to repeat things she said because yuji's hands had slipped under your sweatshirt and squeezed your breasts, or it had slid under your pants and started groping you gently.
"yuji."
"what? i wanna touch you."
you sighed softly once more, continuing to let yuji do as he pleased. you had a feeling kugisaki was getting suspicious, but she didn't say anything. she just kept going on about her shopping experience in tokyo.
his kisses trailed up your neck to below your ear, across your jaw, and finally—your lips, cutting you off mid-sentence much to your surprise. the kiss was sweet. everything about yuji was with sweet intention.
when kugisaki noticed you stopped talking and sounded like you were being smothered, her voice rang out over the phone. "itadori!"
he groaned, kissing you harder to drown out her voice. "stop being rude. you're bothering us."
"you're inturrupting our alone time, kugisaki." her voice didn't need to be put on speaker for yuji to hear her; she spoke loud enough.
yuji bit his lip—kugisaki was right, unfortunately. you sat there watching them go back and forth until yuji hung up on her mid-sentence. it was much to your disappointment, not-so-much surprise. "yuji-"
"can i have a kiss?"
you blinked. "i just let you have one."
"yeah, but she interrupted it. therefore it's not an actual kiss."
"that doesn't make sense."
"kiss me."
"do you just want an excuse for a kiss?"
"yes." he hooked your leg around his hip.
"yuji."
he puckered his lips. you roll your eyes and sigh, kissing him like he wanted. he'll always find a way to sabotage you and when it doesn't work in his favor, he'll always find a way to make sure it will. you both know he was too cute to just turn down like that.
𑣲⋆ mdni 18+ // everyones an adult // drabble // lowk itafushi x reader
notes: I literally just told everyone I wasn't going to write anything else... so... heres this <3
Yuji's been pent up, sexually frustrated for weeks to the point he's spent endless nights jerking off under his blankets, hoping his roommate Megumi won't notice.
But he does—every single night. Yuji's painstakingly obvious, phone on max brightness with blankets covering him as if it'll help. Then the quiet, 'oh shit, oh shit" as he desperately fumbles for the volume, his phone blaring a video of two girls moaning into each other's mouths.
It's even worse when Yuji's getting closer, soft pants slip from his lips, the wet sounds of spit slicked cock picking up—and fuck, it was starting to get irritating as hell. Especially, when Megumi ends up spending hours in the bathroom himself, hips bucking, fucking his fist to the thought of his best friend jerking off across from him.
It was getting so bad that he was losing sleep over it, only managing a couple of hours every night.
So when he hears the familiar shifting of the blankets, he clears his throat.
Yuji stills as Megumi asks, "You awake, Itadori?"
"...uh"
"I know you're jerking off under the covers," he says dryly. "I can't do another fucking night– what's the issue anyway?"
Yuji's cheeks burn—thank god the room was dark. "There's not an… issue."
He looks over at him, "You're a bad liar, you know that?"
"Come on–" he groans, shifting awkwardly.
"Your dick's out, isn't it?"
"...no?" He groans, hand wrapped tight around his cock.
"Prove it then." Megumi challenges, his dick straining against his pjs.
"N-no," his voice comes out in broken pants.
"What are you beating it every night because you can't cum?" He asks, his cock twitching when Yuji's hips jerk up, fucking his hand like his best friend isn't watching.
Yuji's face flushes, "Well… maybe if I had some help, I wouldn't be struggling to cum."
Megumi's beyond flustered, his face burning as the tips of his ears turn red. He slowly gets up, hesitating, before shuffling over to Yuji.
"What if someone… walks in?"
"Like who?" Yuji asks as Megumi sits on the edge of the bed.
"I don't know–" he's a flustered mess tripping over his words. "You don't think that's a little gay, though?"
"Nah, you're just helping out a friend." He reassures Megumi, tugging the blankets down.
Megumi's eyes widen when he sees his cock, massive and veiny, pre leaking down his length from his flustered tip.
"Can I?" He asks, a hand reaching out to replace Yuji's.
"Y-yeah," his breath hitches when he feels Megumi's hand start moving, slow and teasing. "F-fuck… shit, bro, that feels way better than my hand." He tips his head back, biting back a moan.
"Oh shit–" Megumi groans, tugging his pjs down, heavy cock slapping against his shirt as his cum wets the fabric.
"Did… did you just cum?" He peeks at Megumi through glossy eyes.
Megumi's flushed, panting as he strokes himself through his orgasm, cum coating his pretty cock.
"C-couldn't help it," he says, voice shaking.
"Fuck–" without realizing it, Yuji's reaching down, his thumb pressing gently over his leaky tip, leaving Megumi a whimpering mess.
Yuji groans at the filthy sight. "Didn't know you came so easily, Fushiguro."
Megumi rolls his eyes, hand fisting Yuji's cock as he wraps his lips around the tip. He moans around his length, taking him deeper as the door clicks open.
They both freeze, Yuji's hips snapping up in a last effort as milky white streaks Megumi's throat, your eyes widening in horror.
"Oh- fuck- s-sorry I didn't know I-" you fumble over your words, and you're not sure whether to look at them or turn away.
"Fuck Fushiguro, you might cum easy, but your pretty mouth feels amazing."
Your face burns, ears red as you stammer, unable to form a word.
"Are you just gonna stand there, beautiful?"
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Kaito couldn't believe his luck. The one from his dreams, sitting on his lap. Kissing him, caressing his face.
Maybe he was just dreaming?
"Hey, don't forget to breathe," you giggled, breathless after just pulling away from the kiss.
The ghoul blinked a few times, finally brought back to reality. Wait. All of this was reality.
"Sorry.." he chuckled awkwardly.
You can feel him tremble slightly. He's more nervous than he's letting on, but he'd rather die than admit it and ruin the moment.
"Don't apologize," you smiled, leaning in again to place a kiss on his cheek.
Only for Kaito to catch your lips with his, pressing against you. You're taken aback, not expecting the boldness but quickly recover.
You kiss him back with the same passion, using the moment to guide his hands to your waist.
He gives it a small squeeze, as if trying to ground himself in the feeling.
"You have no idea how many times I imagined this," Kaito hums before freezing on the spot. Did he really just say that out loud!? Embarrassing!
But before he can add another word you kiss him again, effectively shutting down any thoughts and worries he just had.
Your tongue gently presses past his lips and he tenses just for a second before relaxing completely, letting you take the lead.
The sensations are dizzying but he doesn't pull away, almost greedily taking whatever you wish to give him. Shyness and hesitation finally giving away to need and desire.
If this really wasn't something like a dream, then he'd be an idiot if he didn't make the most out of it.
If someone told you this was how you'll end up after one of the first dates with Ren, you'd laugh at their face.
Hell, you didn't know how this happened. You were supposed to be watching a movie.
So why were you now both a breathless mess, with Ren having you pinned underneath him on his bed?
Well fine, maybe you did do something to provoke the situation.. Teasing him was your favorite hobby.
"Not so mouthy anymore?" The ghoul looked far too pleased with himself after pulling away from the longest kiss in your life.
You had to admit though, confidence looked good on him.
"I mean, you practically stole the air from my lungs.." you shot back. But.. you weren't quite done pushing his buttons yet.
"Didn't take you for a passionate one though," you wiggled your brows at him, watching the tips of his ears go red.
Ren simply scoffed. He knew falling for your baits was no good. And yet.. he couldn't resist.
But instead of saying anything he leaned in again, this time kissing you harder, as if trying to convey just how much you drive him crazy without using his words.
You smiled into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer.
With each passing moment, your little makeout session was growing more and more heated.
You pulled away first, lips slightly swollen and face flushed.
"I admit, you're much better with kisses than you are with words," you chuckled.
"Shut up," was all you got from him before he kissed you yet again.
Looked like matter how many times you riled him up on purpose, he'll always fall for it.
"Hmm.. strawberry," you hummed, licking your lips.
Elias smiled, pleased with your keen senses.
You were currently seated on his lap after he challenged you.
One kiss in exchange for guessing the flavors of his lollipops correctly while blindfolded.
The only way for you to know if you were right was the warm sensation on your lips followed after your answer.
You melted into him immediately. It was a shame the kisses only lasted a moment. It was your fourth good guess.
"Wait," you spoke up upon hearing the faint rustling of the wrapper. He was getting another one ready.
"If I get this one too, you have to give me more than just a small kiss. I demand more."
Your boyfriend chuckled, his breath tickling your neck.
"Greedy little thing, aren't you?" he pressed a kiss to your temple before slipping the new lollipop past your lips.
"But I shall accept your demands. Guess, and the reward is yours, my sweet."
You frowned, trying to focus on the actual taste rather than his lips teasingly gliding over the skin on your neck.
The tastes were now blending together in your mouth, making it harder to guess. But you were determined to get your reward.
"...Cherry?"
Silence. And you knew he was toying with you, using your blindfolded state to your advantage.
Just when you were about to protest the lollipop was taken out of your mouth with a small pop, replaced by his lips.
As promised, the kiss lasted much longer this time.
It was taking way too much of his restraint anyways, seeing you taste the sweets eagerly, licking your lips afterwards. He lost the game from the start.
