☆ I don't think I'll ever learn how to be normal about anything. So here I am!
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♡ summary: Yuji eats all your gummy worms, starts a popcorn war, pins you to his bed, and finally realizes you’ve been flirting with him for months. The movie never stood a chance.
♡ word count: 8k+
♡ warnings: mdni, 18+ only, aged-up/college AU, friends to lovers, explicit sexual content, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, crying during sex, penetrative sex, riding, sex from behind, light biting, unprotected sex, creampie, broken furniture, fluffy
♡ author’s note: this was supposed to be a cute little Yuji movie night drabble. but apparently I’m unable to write anything less than 5k words. whoops.
The gummy worms disappear during the opening credits.
You notice because you bought them, placed them next to your thigh, and specifically told Yuji not to eat all of them while you were looking for the remote.
When you reach into the bag five minutes later, your fingers find nothing but sugar dust.
You stare down at it.
Then at Yuji.
He’s sitting against the headboard with the popcorn bowl balanced on his stomach, watching the movie with an expression of complete innocence. His cheeks are suspiciously full.
“Yuji.”
His eyes stay on the television. “Hm?”
“Open your mouth.”
He immediately covers it with one hand.
You narrow your eyes. “You ate all of them.”
He shakes his head, still chewing.
“The bag is empty.”
Another shake.
“I can literally see you chewing.”
Yuji swallows with visible effort. “Could’ve been anything.”
“What else would it be?”
“Popcorn.”
“The popcorn is in your lap.”
He glances down at the bowl as though this is new information.
“Oh.”
“You are such a liar.”
“I saved you one.”
Your anger pauses.
“You did?”
Yuji reaches into the pocket of his hoodie and pulls out a single gummy worm. It’s bent slightly from being carried around and covered in lint.
He holds it out to you with a hopeful smile.
You stare at it. “You put it in your pocket?”
“I was protecting it.”
“From who?”
“Me.”
“That clearly didn’t work.”
“It’s still there.”
“It has lint on it.”
He rubs it against the front of his hoodie. “There. Fixed.”
You slap his hand away when he tries to offer it again.
“Eat it.”
His face brightens. “Really?”
“No, Yuji. I want you to frame it.”
He pops it into his mouth before you finish speaking. You grab a handful of popcorn and throw it at him. Yuji rolls sideways, laughing as several pieces bounce off his face and disappear into the blankets.
“Hey!”
“You deserved that.”
“You told me to eat it!”
“I was being sarcastic.”
“How am I supposed to know that?”
“You’ve known me for two years.”
“And you’re sarcastic all the time. It all blends together.”
You reach for more popcorn. Yuji immediately curls around the bowl, shielding it with his body. “No.”
“Give it to me.”
“You’re going to waste it.”
“I’m going to throw it at you.”
“Exactly.”
You crawl across the bed and grab the rim. Yuji tightens both arms around it. “Let go.”
“You already attacked me once.”
“You stole my candy.”
“I saved you one.”
“You kept it in your pocket like a loose cough drop.”
“It was still good.”
“It was furry.”
“That was sugar.”
“That was lint.”
Yuji grins, his grip tightening when you pull harder. The movie continues behind you, completely ignored. Something explodes loudly onscreen. Neither of you cares to look.
“Give me the bowl.”
“Say please.”
“Give me the bowl before I bite you.”
His eyebrows lift. “You wouldn’t.”
You lean closer. Yuji’s grin falters for half a second. It’s quick enough that you almost miss it. His eyes drop to your mouth, then back up before you can decide whether you imagined it or not.
You smile slowly. “Scared?”
“No.”
“You look scared.”
“I’m not scared of you.”
“You should be.”
“You’re five-foot-nothing.”
“That’s never stopped me before.”
“You needed me to open a jar yesterday.”
“The lid was defective.”
“You handed it to me and said, ‘Use your freakish strength.’”
“And you did.”
“Because you called me strong.”
“You’re embarrassingly easy to flatter.”
His ears turn pink, then he yanks the popcorn bowl toward his chest. But you refuse to release it. The two of you stare at each other over the rim. Then the plastic bowl bends between your hands and launches popcorn everywhere.
You both freeze. Popcorn covers Yuji’s lap, the blankets, the floor, and somehow the top of his head. One piece rests perfectly on his shoulder. Your mouth twitches.
Yuji points at you. “Don’t.”
You laugh.
“Don’t laugh.”
You try to stop. You really do. Then he looks down at the disaster between you with such deep betrayal that you lose it completely.
“This was your fault,” he says.
“You pulled it!”
“You threatened to bite me!”
“And you were asking for it!”
“I was protecting the snacks!”
“There are no snacks left!”
“There’s popcorn everywhere!”
“Not in the bowl!”
Yuji grabs the nearest pillow. Your laughter cuts off.
“Don’t you dare.”
He swings it at you. The pillow catches you across the side of the head and knocks you backward into the blankets. You stare up at him, and his smile widens.
“Oh, you’re dead.”
He barely has time to lift the pillow again before you launch yourself at him. The two of you crash sideways across the bed, both laughing too hard to actually do anything. You grab at the pillow. Yuji holds it over his head, using his longer arms to keep it away from you.
“That’s cheating!”
“How?”
“You’re taller!”
“That’s not cheating… That’s genetics.”
“You’re using them maliciously.”
“You attacked me first!”
“You ate my candy!”
You climb over him, reaching for the pillow with one hand while the other pushes against his shoulder. Yuji twists away, still laughing, and you end up sprawled across his chest. Neither of you acknowledges it. You make another grab for the pillow. Yuji catches your wrist. You try with your other hand. He catches that one too.
“Got you,” he says.
“You absolutely do not have me.”
You jerk one wrist, then the other. His grip holds, but he’s still smiling, clearly expecting you to admit defeat. You knee him in the thigh.
“Hey!”
His hold loosens just enough for you to twist free and shove him onto his back. You reach for the pillow again, but Yuji hooks an arm around your waist and rolls.
The room flips.
Your back hits the mattress with a soft bounce, and Yuji lands over you, one knee pressed into the bed next to your hip. He catches both of your wrists before you can hit him with the pillow and pins them near your head.
His laughter fills the space between you. “Now I’ve got you.”
“You said that last time.”
“And I learned from my mistakes.”
“You never learn from your mistakes.”
“That’s not true.”
“You watched Human Earthworm 4.”
“It had good reviews!”
“It has twelve percent on Rotten Tomatoes.”
“Critics don’t understand the franchise.”
“You cried.”
“He got evicted.”
“He had nowhere to go.”
You start laughing again. Yuji does too, his forehead drops briefly toward your shoulder as his grip loosens around your wrists.
You could probably pull free… but you don’t. When he lifts his head again, his smile is still there, but yours is gone. Not because anything’s wrong. Because suddenly you’re aware of everything.
His weight over you. His thigh resting between yours. The warmth of his hands around your wrists. The way his pink hair fell over his forehead from wrestling with you.
Yuji notices you staring and his laugh gets quieter.
“What?” he asks.
“Nothing.”
“That wasn’t a nothing look.”
“What kind of look was it?”
“I don’t know.”
His eyes move over your face, slowly. They stop briefly on your mouth. You feel his fingers loosen around your wrists.
“Sorry,” he says, starting to sit back. “I didn’t mean to pin you down like a maniac.”
Your legs tighten around his hips before he can move very far. Yuji stops. His eyes flick back to yours.
“You’re fine,” you say.
“Okay.”
He doesn’t move closer, but he doesn’t move away either. For someone who was shouting about gummy worms thirty seconds ago, he looks strangely nervous.
You lift your head slightly from the pillow. “You’re blushing.”
“Please don’t point it out.”
You blink. “Seriously?”
“I’m already having a hard enough time.”
That catches you off guard.
His gaze drops again, lingering on your mouth before he forces it back to your eyes.
“Oh,” you say softly.
Yuji’s face gets redder. “Yeah.”
The air between you changes so quickly, it almost makes you dizzy.
You’ve known about his crush for months. Everyone knows. Yuji isn’t subtle, no matter how hard he tries to be. He always saves you the better seat, offers you the first bite of anything he orders, and watches your face whenever he says something he hopes will make you laugh.
You’ve been waiting for him to realize you noticed. Apparently, he still hasn’t.
“You can let go of me,” you say.
Yuji immediately releases your wrists, but you don’t lower your arms. Instead, you slide both hands into the front of his hoodie and hold him where he is.
His breath catches. “I thought you wanted me to let go.”
“I wanted to see if you would.”
His brows pull together. “Why?”
“Because you’re nice.”
“That sounded like an insult.”
“It wasn’t.”
“You say mean things in a really sweet voice… It’s confusing.”
You smile, but Yuji keeps watching you with that same uncertainty. His body is still hovering over yours, every muscle is tense like he’s afraid one wrong move will ruin whatever is happening.
You tug lightly on his hoodie. He comes closer before catching himself.
“Are you doing this on purpose?” he asks.
“Doing what?”
His eyes narrow slightly. “You know what.”
“I really don’t.”
“That thing with your eyes.”
You blink innocently. “My eyes?”
Yuji makes a helpless sound and looks toward the ceiling. “You’re evil.”
“You ate my gummy worms.”
“That doesn’t justify psychological warfare.”
You laugh softly. His gaze drops back to you, and this time neither of you look away. The smile slowly disappears from his face. Your fingers tighten in his hoodie.
Yuji’s voice comes out quieter than you have ever heard it. “Can I kiss you?”
You nod. He stays frozen.
“Yuji.”
“Yeah?”
“You have to actually do it.”
“Oh. Right.”
He leans down, stops just before your mouths meet, then searches your face one last time. You close the distance for him. The movie keeps playing behind you.
The moment your lips meet, Yuji makes a quiet sound against them. It’s not smooth or controlled. It sounds startled, almost relieved, like some part of him still expects you to change your mind.
Then his hand slides into your hair and he kisses you again. Harder this time.
Your fingers tighten in the front of his hoodie as his mouth moves against yours with months of badly hidden want behind it. He’s still hovering carefully over you, still holding back some of his weight, but there’s nothing hesitant about the way he kisses.
You part your lips when his tongue brushes against them. Yuji groans into your mouth, and your thighs tighten around his hips on instinct.
His other hand slides down your side, skimming over your ribs before settling at your waist. His palm is warm even through your shirt, his fingers spreading, like he wants to touch as much of you as humanly possible at once. You arch into him and Yuji breaks the kiss with a sharp breath.
"Okay," he says, mostly to himself.
You blink up at him. "Okay?"
His forehead drops against yours. His face is pink all the way to his ears. "I'm trying not to completely lose my mind."
A laugh escapes you. "You're doing great."
"I'm really not."
"You kissed me successfully."
"That's not the part I'm worried about."
Your eyebrows lift. Yuji squeezes his eyes shut.
"Forget I said that."
You tug him back down by his hoodie. "Absolutely not."
He kisses you before you can tease him anymore, swallowing your laugh as his hips settle between your thighs.
The contact makes both of you go still.
His body is warm and solid above yours. You can feel him getting harder through his sweatpants, his cock pressing into your lower stomach. He freezes the second he realizes you can feel it too.
"Sorry," he whispers.
You stare at him. "Why are you apologizing?"
"I don't know."
"You do that a lot when you're nervous?"
"I'm not nervous."
"Yuji."
"I'm a little nervous."
You hook one leg around his waist and pull him closer. He sucks in a breath, his fingers tightening at your side as his cock presses more firmly against your stomach.
"Better?" you ask.
"No."
You laugh softly. "No?"
"Now I'm nervous for a completely different reason."
You smile and play with the hair at the back of his neck. “You know I want this, right?”
Yuji’s smile fades a little. He looks at you like he’s not sure he heard you right.
"You do?"
"You thought I wrestled you into bed because I desperately wanted the popcorn?"
"You really like popcorn."
"I like you more."
Yuji blinks. Then a breathless laugh escapes him.
"You said that really casually."
"Was I supposed to make a speech?"
"No, I just…" His smile spreads, helpless and disbelieving. "You like me."
"Keep up."
"I'm trying."
Then his mouth is back on yours. The kiss turns messy quickly. Your hands slip under his hoodie, palms flattening against the warm skin of his stomach, and Yuji shudders above you.
His muscles tighten under your touch. You drag your hands higher.
"Fuck," he breathes into your mouth.
You push the hoodie up until he gets the message and sits back long enough to pull it over his head. His T-shirt catches with it, both ending up somewhere near the foot of the bed.
You’ve seen Yuji shirtless before. Obviously.
Training. The pool. That one time he spilled an entire milkshake down the front of himself and decided stripping in the middle of the common room was easier than finding a napkin.
This feels completely different though.
His chest rises and falls quickly as he kneels between your thighs. His shoulders are broad, his stomach defined, every line of him built from the kind of strength he carries so casually that you sometimes forget how powerful he really is.
You stare for a second too long. His ears turn pink again.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"That's what I said earlier, and you didn't believe me."
"I was right not to."
"You're staring."
"So were you."
"I had a reason."
"So do I."
His mouth curves into a small, timid smile.
Your hands slide over his stomach and up his chest. Yuji watches them move like he really can’t believe you’re touching him like this. His heart is pounding under your palm.
"You're really nervous," you murmur.
"You're touching me."
"I've touched you before."
"Not like this."
His hand closes around your wrist, but he doesn’t pull it away. He just presses your palm harder against his chest.
"Keep going," he says roughly.
Your fingers trace over his shoulders, down his arms, then back to his stomach. Every time you touch somewhere new, the muscles there tense. Yuji looks almost embarrassed by how strongly he reacts. It makes you want to see more.
You reach for the hem of your shirt. His eyes follow the movement immediately. You pull it over your head and toss it aside and he stops breathing.
The pink lace bra had been deliberate. You’d put it on that morning hoping maybe today would finally be the day Yuji stopped staring and did something about it. You’d been trying this for months with no success, but apparently some stubborn little part of you still had faith in him.
Judging by his expression, that part of you deserves a reward. Yuji's eyes move over you slowly, lingering on the lace stretched over your breasts.
"Holy shit," he whispers.
You laugh, suddenly very self-conscious. "Is that a good ‘holy shit’...?”
His eyes snap back to yours. "Yes."
The answer comes so quickly that your face heats up.
"Very good," he adds.
"Thank you for clarifying."
"I didn't want you to think I was hesitating."
"You were staring at me like you forgot how to speak.”
"I did for a second.”
His hands stop at your waist, fingers flexing once like he has no idea where to start. You take both of them and guide them onto your sides. He lets out a shaky breath.
His palms slide up, slow at first. When his thumbs brush under the cups of your bra, you suck in a breath.
He looks up at you immediately. "Good?"
"Very."
Something bright flashes across his face before he leans down and kisses the top of your breast. The first touch is almost sweet. The second is not.
His mouth opens against your skin, kissing and sucking along the edge of the lace while his hands cup you through it. Every small sound you make seems to encourage him. His grip becomes firmer, his mouth hungrier.
You slide your fingers into his hair. Yuji groans against your chest.
"Do that again."
You lightly scratch your nails across his scalp. His hips push against you and the sudden friction pulls a gasp from your throat. He lifts his head, breathing harder now, his eyes fixed on your face.
"I've thought about this so many times," he admits.
You tug gently on his hair. "This specifically?"
"You in my bed."
His face gets redder, but he keeps going.
"Kissing you. Touching you." His thumb brushes over your nipple through the lace. "Finding out what sounds you make."
Your grip tightens in his hair, and you press closer against him.
"And?"
"And what?"
"Was your imagination accurate?"
Yuji watches your face as his thumb circles again.
"Not even close."
He reaches behind you, fumbling briefly with the clasp of your bra. You bite back a smile.
"You need help there?”
"No."
"You look like you need help."
"I've got it."
"You've been fighting with it for thirty seconds."
"It's designed badly."
"The bra is defective?"
"Yes."
"Like the jar?"
"Exactly like the jar."
You reach behind yourself and unhook it. Yuji looks offended.
"I loosened it."
"Of course you did."
The straps slide down your arms. His argument dies instantly. He stares at your bare chest, lips parting slightly.
Then his hands are on you again.
There is nothing uncertain about him now. He cups your breasts, thumbs passing over your nipples until they tighten beneath his touch. When you arch into his hands, Yuji makes a rough sound and lowers his mouth to one.
Your head falls back against the pillow.
His tongue flicks over your nipple before his mouth closes around it. The first pull is slow, almost teasing. When your fingers tighten in his hair, he sucks harder, and your back lifts off the bed.
"Mmm…Yuji…”
He hums around your nipple, and a breathy moan slips out from your lips. When he looks up, he’s watching your face like he wants to see exactly what that did to you.
"You sound really pretty."
"Yuji."
"What?"
"You look way too happy right now."
"I am way too happy right now."
Your face heats at the way he says it. You pull him up and kiss him before he can see how much you liked the answer.
His hand slides down your stomach. Your muscles tense under his palm as his fingertips reach the waistband of your shorts.
He pauses. "Can I?"
"Yes."
Your shorts come off quickly and land in the floor next to your shirt. Yuji’s eyes drop between your thighs and stay there when he notices the matching pink lace.
He looks back up at you. “You wore a matching set?”
You glance away. “…Yes.”
“To watch Human Earthworm?”
“Not for the movie.”
His eyes narrow.
"You were hoping something would happen."
"I was hoping you'd finally notice."
Yuji stares at you for a second. Then he drops his forehead against your thigh.
"You're kidding."
"No."
"I have been trying so hard not to be weird around you."
"You have failed several times."
"I know."
"You stare at my ass constantly."
His head lifts immediately. "You noticed that?"
"Everyone noticed that."
Yuji looks genuinely horrified. "Megumi knows?"
"Megumi has eyes."
"Nobara?"
"Nobara told me."
"Oh my God."
"She said you look like a dog watching someone carry a steak."
"That is so mean."
"It’s accurate."
Yuji covers his face with one hand. You reach down and tug it away.
"For the record," you say, "I liked it."
His embarrassment disappears. "You did?"
"Yes."
His eyes drift down your body again. This time, he doesn’t pretend not to.
"Good," he says.
His hands slide under your thighs and pull you toward him. You gasp at the sudden movement. Yuji looks up at you from between your legs, breathing a little harder now, like he’s trying to decide where to start.
"Still okay?"
"Yes."
He hooks his fingers into the sides of your thong and draws them down slowly, watching your face the whole time. Your legs part wider as the lace slips away.
"Fuck."
Your thighs twitch under the way he’s looking at you, but you don’t close them. His hands slide slowly up your legs, thumbs brushing over the insides.
"You're staring again," you whisper.
"I know."
Then he lowers his mouth to you. His tongue slides over you, and you gasp his name. He groans against you, gripping the backs of your thighs. When your hips jerk, he does it again, slower and in the same spot.
Your hand grabs at the sheets.
"Ah…Yuji..”
He glances up without stopping. The sight of him between your legs nearly makes you come right then. His eyes are dark, his lips are wet, and his pink hair falling over his forehead while his tongue circles your clit.
You grab his hair again, holding him to you. Yuji's eyes close briefly.
"Fuck," he murmurs against you.
His tongue presses harder, and your hips lift toward his mouth. Your hand slides behind his head, holding him there as you roll your hips against his tongue. He groans into you, the sound muffled between your thighs, and the vibration makes you do it again.
He follows every movement, mouth open, tongue circling you while you grind against him. His hands grip your thighs, keeping you close.
“Yuji,” you gasp.
His fingers slip inside you without his mouth leaving your clit. Your hips buck, your hand pressing him tighter against you.
He glances up from between your legs. “There?”
“Yes… Fuck… right there.”
He adds another finger and curls them, watching your face while you keep moving against his mouth.
“Don’t stop.”
He groans something that sounds like wasn’t going to and sucks harder.
Your thighs close around his head. You barely notice. You’re too busy chasing his mouth, grinding against his tongue while his fingers keep hitting the same spot inside you.
The orgasm crashes over you before you can warn him. Your hand holds him against you as your back arches off the bed, his name breaking apart in your mouth while you clench around his fingers.
He slows down, giving you softer, messier licks while your thighs shake around his shoulders. When it starts to feel too sharp, you tug lightly at his hair.
“Okay… Okay…” you gasp.
Yuji lifts his head immediately, breathing hard, his mouth wet. The grin that spreads across his face is so openly delighted you almost laugh.
"What?" you ask, still trying to breathe.
"Nothing."
"That is not a nothing face."
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Okay. That was really hot."
Your face burns. "Yuji."
"What? It was."
"You could pretend to be normal."
"I think we're past that."
He crawls back over you and kisses you. You taste yourself on his tongue, and the realization makes your thighs tighten around his hips. Yuji groans into your mouth. His hand slips between your legs again.
You break the kiss, still trying to catch your breath. “You’re not even giving me time to recover.”
His fingers slide back inside you, drawing another gasp from your mouth. “I can stop.”
“You really don’t want to.”
“Not even a little.” His thumb brushes over your clit. “But I will.”
You hook a hand behind his neck and pull him back into a kiss. Yuji smiles against your mouth as his fingers start moving again.
“You look very pleased with yourself for someone who needed help with my bra.”
“I loosened it.”
“You absolutely did not.”
Your body is still sensitive from the first orgasm. Every curl feels sharper now, every brush of his thumb against your clit making your legs twitch around him.
The laughter disappears quickly.
Your hands clutch at his shoulders as he watches your face.
"Yuji…"
"I've got you."
The words are soft, almost absentminded, like he says them without needing to think. He keeps the same rhythm until your breathing turns ragged. Your stomach tightens, your thighs trembling around his wrist.
"Again?" he asks.
You nod desperately. Yuji kisses you as the second orgasm breaks over you.
It is slower than the first but deeper, pulling through you in heavy waves that leave you shaking under him. Your moan disappears into his mouth while his fingers keep moving.
When you catch his wrist, he stops. You fall back against the pillow, breathless.
Yuji stares down at you. "I'm never going to act normal around you again."
You reach for his waistband before he can see how much the words affect you.
"Take these off."
His eyebrows lift. "Bossy."
"You like it."
"Yeah," he says immediately. "I really do."
He sits back and pushes his sweatpants and boxers down together.
Your eyes drop. Yuji is thick and long enough that your stomach tightens at the thought of taking him. The tip is flushed and already wet, a bead of precum gathering there while he watches your face. "Can you not look at me like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like you're planning something."
“I am.” You wrap your hand around him.
Yuji sucks in a breath, his stomach tightening beneath your other palm. Your thumb brushes over the tip, gathering the precum there before spreading it slowly down his length. His head tips back, mouth falling open around a broken groan.
“Oh, fuck.”
You do it again. His hand closes around your forearm, not stopping you, just holding on while your fist slides over him.
“You’re doing that on purpose.”
“Obviously.”
“No, I mean…” His eyes squeeze shut when you twist your wrist near the head of his cock. “That… You know exactly what you’re doing.”
“Maybe.”
Yuji laughs once, but it falls apart when you stroke him again. “You’re—ah—so mean.”
“You like me.”
“A lot.. apparently.”
He catches your mouth in a messy kiss, his hips pressing into your hand while you keep touching him. After another few strokes, his fingers slide into your hair and he pulls you closer, kissing you harder as he settles between your thighs.
His hand slides over your thigh. "You're sure?"
"Yes."
"Completely sure?"
"Yuji."
"Right. Sorry."
He presses the head of his cock against you and starts to push in.
Your fingers dig into his shoulders as he stretches you open. Yuji’s mouth falls open, but you barely notice. You’re too focused on how thick he feels, how slowly your body has to give around him.
“Fuck…”
He stops when your thighs tense around his hips.
“Slow,” you manage to whisper.
“Yeah.”
His hand moves over your thigh while you try to relax. Even with only part of him inside, you already feel impossibly full. Yuji pushes in another inch.
A shaky moan slips out of you. Your body tightens around him before you can help it, and he goes still again, forehead dropping against yours.
“You’re so fucking big.” The words come out quieter than you meant them to.
Yuji makes a strained sound, his fingers pressing into your hip. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
You close your eyes and force your legs to loosen around him. It feels so good, almost too good, every small movement dragging against places that are already painfully sensitive.
He gives you another slow push.
“Oh… fuck, Yuji…”
“I know. I’m going slow.”
You can feel there is still more of him left, and the thought alone makes your stomach tighten. His thumb rubs along your hip while you breathe through the stretch. When your body finally starts to relax around him, he eases in deeper. Inch by inch, until his hips are pressed against yours and you’re completely full of him.
Neither of you moves.
You cling to his shoulders, trying to get used to the weight of him inside you. Yuji stays close, breathing hard against your cheek while your body slowly stops fighting the size of him.
Then you tighten your legs around his waist and pull him down into a kiss. His hips roll forward without pulling out, grinding him even deeper.
The moan that leaves you is helpless. Yuji does it again, watching your face this time.
“There?”
“Yes—fuck—yes Yuji...”
He draws back slowly, and the drag of his cock makes your whole body tense before he pushes back in. The second thrust is easier. The third goes deeper.
“Fuck, Yuji.”
His pace falters at the sound of his name, then comes back harder.
He kisses you as he starts moving, slow at first while your body gets used to him. You lock your legs around his waist, and Yuji groans into your mouth.
“Still scared of me?”
“I was never scared of you.”
“You covered your mouth when I asked about the gummy worms.”
“That was self-preservation.”
“You looked terrified.”
“You threatened to bite me.”
“I still might.”
His next thrust presses deeper.
“Then do it.”
You pull him down and sink your teeth lightly into the side of his neck. Yuji curses, his hand gripping your hip as he drives into you harder.
“Oh, fuck.”
“Yeah,” he breathes, sounding almost surprised by himself.
His careful rhythm falls apart after that. The mattress shifts under you as his hips snap into yours, each thrust deeper than the last. One arm stays braced beside your head while his other hand pulls your thigh higher around him.
It’s almost too much. You’re still stretched tight around him, every hard push making your toes curl and dragging another broken sound out of you.
Yuji’s mouth moves along your jaw. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
“I know.”
He lifts his head. “You knew?”
“You walked into a door staring at me.”
“That could happen to anyone.”
“Nobara was there.”
“She distracted me.”
“You weren’t even looking at her.”
He thrusts into you harder, and your laugh turns into a moan.
“That was mean,” you gasp.
“You started it.”
“You like when I’m mean.”
Yuji kisses you, messy and breathless. “Way too much.”
The bed starts knocking against the wall, but neither of you pays attention.
Yuji's hand slides under your thigh and lifts it even higher. The change in angle makes your entire body jolt.
"Oh, fuck."
"There?"
"Yes."
He does it again. Your fingers dig into his shoulders as his rhythm grows faster. His mouth stays close to yours, catching every broken sound while his own breathing becomes rougher.
Your body is already oversensitive from the first two orgasms. It doesn’t take very long for the pressure to start building again.
Yuji notices. His hand slips between your bodies, and the first brush of his thumb against your clit makes your hips lift into his touch.
He curses softly. "You're close again."
You nod, not able to form anything useful sentence. His thumb circles you in time with his thrusts. The pleasure comes back almost violently.
Your nails drag down his back. Your legs tighten around him. Every deep stroke pushes you closer until your breaths dissolve into helpless sounds against his mouth.
"Yuji…"
"I know."
Your body clenches around him so suddenly that Yuji's breath punches out of him. "Oh, wow."
The words come out almost shocked. He keeps fucking you through it, holding you tighter while your body shakes around him.
The orgasm hits you hard. Your back lifts from the mattress as your body locks around him. Yuji's name breaks apart on your lips, followed by breathless moans you can’t hold back.
He watches your face with something close to wonder.
"It feels that good?" he asks, sounding genuinely amazed.
You can’t answer.
His hips keep moving, working you through it as your body keeps pulsing around him. Every thrust sends another aftershock through you until you're gasping against his mouth. Yuji kisses the sound from your lips and keeps going.
"Fuck," he breathes. "You're so beautiful like this."
An aftershock makes you tighten around him again. His eyes close briefly, a rough groan escaping him, but when they open again he's grinning.
"Again?"
"Yuji."
"I'm just asking."
You laugh weakly, still trembling under him. He slows his rhythm slightly, giving you a moment to catch your breath while his hands move over your sides.
When he finally lifts his head, his cheeks are red and his hair is sticking up in every possible direction. You brush it away from his forehead.
"You okay?"
Yuji gives you an incredulous look. "You just came three times and you're asking me?"
"You look emotionally overwhelmed."
"I am emotionally overwhelmed."
You smile. His gaze drops to your mouth.
Then his expression changes. "Can you turn over?"
The roughness in his voice catches both of you off guard, sending a fresh pulse of heat between your thighs.
You roll onto your stomach, lifting onto your hands and knees. Yuji goes silent behind you. You glance over your shoulder. He’s staring.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"That is very clearly not nothing."
His hands settle on your hips.
"I really like your ass."
You laugh. "I know."
"No, I mean…" His thumbs press into the soft curve. "I really like it."
"You made that obvious several months ago."
Yuji squeezes your ass and the movement sends heat through you.
"Can I?"
"Yes."
He guides himself back inside you slowly. The angle makes you gasp. Yuji stops.
"Still good?"
"Very good."
He pushes deeper. Your arms nearly give up under you.
"Fuck."
His hands tighten around your hips as he starts moving again. The new position lets him sink deeper with every thrust, and the sound of his breathing changes immediately.
"Holy shit," he mutters.
His palm slides over your ass, gripping it as he watches your body move against him. You look back at him. Yuji catches your staring. His face flushes, but he doesn’t look away.
"You really have been staring at my ass for months."
"I admitted that already."
"You admitted you liked it."
"I was trying to be polite."
You laugh, but his next thrust turns it into a moan.
Yuji's grip tightens. The rhythm grows harder, his hips striking against you with enough force to rock the bed under you. One hand slides up your spine, palm spreading between your shoulder blades.
He leans over you and kisses between your shoulder blades. Before you can even process how sweet it is, his hands tighten on your hips and he pulls you back onto him. Your head drops between your arms and onto the mattress.
"Yuji."
"Too much?"
"No." You push your ass back against him. "Don't stop."
His pace turns harder, each thrust nudging you farther up the mattress. His hands stay locked around your hips, his breathing breaking apart behind you.
The headboard knocks against the wall.
Once.
Twice.
Something under you cracks. The left side of the mattress drops, your elbows giving out as you fall forward into the blankets. Yuji grabs your hips to keep from landing on top of you.
Neither of you moves. The movie keeps playing across the room.
You turn your head to look back at him. He’s still inside you, staring down at the collapsed side of the bed.
“I broke my bed.”
“You did.”
“You were involved.”
“This sounds like a you problem.”
Yuji starts laughing. “You were literally on it.”
“So were you. Aggressively.”
That only makes him laugh harder. He carefully pulls out and drops onto the slanted mattress beside you. You roll onto your back, still laughing as he covers his face with one hand.
“The floor is probably sturdier,” he says.
“That’s your solution?”
“I’m improvising.”
You climb over him before he can move. His hand falls away from his face, laughter fading as you settle across his hips.
“Or,” you say, climbing over him, “we stay here.”
Yuji’s laugh cuts off when you settle across his hips. His hands slide up your thighs.
“Yeah,” he says, looking up at you. “This is better.”
“You got quiet.”
“I’m looking.”
“You were looking before.”
“Not from down here.”
You reach between your bodies and wrap your hand around him, lining him up beneath you. Yuji grips your hips as you start to lower yourself onto him, a curse breaking from his mouth. You take him slowly, inch by inch, until your hips finally meet his. Yuji's fingers tighten at your waist.
From this angle, you can control the depth and pace, and you deliberately start slow. His lips part. You roll your hips.
A strained sound catches in his throat.
"Good?" you ask.
Yuji nods quickly. You do it again.
His hands slide from your hips to your ass, squeezing as you move above him. He lets you set the pace, staring up at you with his mouth parted and his breathing uneven.
You keep rolling your hips slowly. Yuji lets you for a while, but his hands squeeze your ass a little tighter each time you come down.
“What?” you ask.
“Nothing.”
“You’re making a face.”
“I’m not making a face.”
“You look annoyed.”
“I’m not annoyed.” He shifts under you. “You could go faster, though.”
You laugh. “So you are complaining.”
“I’m making a suggestion.”
“You’re impatient.”
“I’ve been waiting over a year. I think I’ve been pretty patient.”
Your hips slow. “A year?”
Yuji’s eyes flick away from yours. “Maybe longer.”
You stare at him then lean down and kiss him. His arms close around you, pulling you against his chest while you kiss him slower this time. Your bodies stay pressed together, his cock still buried deep inside you.
When you lift your head, Yuji is looking at you differently now. Still flushed and breathing hard, but no longer joking. You take one of his hands and press it more firmly against your hip.
“Then stop being patient.”
His grip closes around you. The first thrust upward knocks a cry from your mouth.
Yuji watches your face, making sure the sound is pleasure before he does it again.
Your hands brace against his chest as he begins fucking up into you, using his strength to move your body with each deep thrust. One hand holds your hip while the other presses against your lower back, keeping you close.
The broken frame creaks under you. Neither of you cares.
His rhythm grows faster, rougher, his restraint finally slipping.
Your breasts move with every thrust. Yuji's eyes drop briefly, then return to your face like he can’t decide where he wants to look the most.
"Fuck," he groans. "You're so pretty."
You lean down to kiss him, but neither of you can keep it together for long. Your mouths keep missing between uneven breaths while his hips drive up into you.
You’re already too sensitive. Every thrust feels sharper than the last, but the pressure keeps building anyway. Yuji reaches between you and brushes his thumb over your clit. Your whole body tightens.
“Too much?”
“Yes,” you gasp.
His hand starts to move away.
You grab his wrist. “No. It’s good. Just… fuck, don’t stop.”
He looks at you for another second, then starts circling your clit again. Your thighs start shaking around him.
“Like that?”
“Yes…just like that.”
His hips keep driving up into you, one hand locked around your waist while the other works between your bodies. Tears blur your vision before you even realize they’re there. Yuji notices immediately and slows down.
“Hey.”
You shake your head, pushing yourself down onto him. “I’m okay.”
His eyes stay on your face.
“It just feels so fucking good,” you tell him, barely getting the words out. “Please keep going.”
His thumb presses harder, and his pace picks up again. The tears spill over as the pleasure becomes almost too much. You’re so full, so sensitive, every deep thrust dragging against you while his thumb keeps circling the same swollen spot. Yuji wipes one tear from your cheek, still watching you closely.
“God… you’re shaking.”
“Yuji…”
Your voice cracks around his name.
His grip tightens at your hip. “I’ve got you.”
The orgasm hits before you can say anything else. Your body locks around him, a broken cry tearing out of you as you shake above him. The tears keep coming, but you barely notice. All you can feel is his cock buried deep inside you and his thumb still moving through every pulse.
Yuji swears beneath you, his rhythm finally starting to fall apart.
“Fuck, I’m close.”
You cling to his shoulders as another wave rolls through you. His hips drive up hard once, then again, before he pulls you down against him. His cock pulses deep inside you, filling you with hot, thick spurts as his groan breaks against your neck.
You collapse onto Yuji’s chest, both of you breathing too hard to speak.
His arms close around you immediately. One hand moves slowly over your back while the other holds you against him, like he has no intention of letting you get very far.
The movie is still playing across the room. Popcorn covers the blankets and half the floor, and one side of Yuji’s bed is noticeably lower than the other.
Neither of you seems interested in fixing any of it.
Yuji presses his mouth into your hair. “You okay?”
You nod against him. “Really okay.”
His hand pauses. “Even with the crying?”
You lift your head and look at him. “I was crying because it felt good.”
Yuji’s eyes widen slightly. “Oh.”
You can see the smile starting.
“Don’t.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You’re about to.”
“I was just going to say I’m glad.”
“Your face is saying something much worse.”
He laughs and pulls you back down before you can keep teasing him. The movement shifts the broken mattress under you.
Yuji looks toward the collapsed frame. “I really broke my bed.”
“You did.”
“I liked this bed.”
“You should’ve treated it better.”
“I was busy.”
You laugh against his chest, and his arms tighten around you.
After you both clean up as much as either of you can be bothered to, Yuji hands you his T-shirt from the floor.
“Here.”
You pull it over your head. It hangs past your hips and smells like him, laundry detergent and whatever body wash he keeps stealing from Megumi.
Yuji stares.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re doing the face again.”
“You’re wearing my shirt.”
“You gave it to me.”
“I know.”
He still looks ridiculously pleased about it. You climb carefully back onto the surviving side of the mattress. Yuji follows, pulling the blanket over both of you before opening one arm. You settle against him without needing to be asked.
His hand slips under the shirt and rests against your back. Not moving anywhere. Just warm against your skin while your leg tangles with his beneath the blanket.
You kiss the side of his neck. He turns his head toward you. “What was that for?”
“Nothing.”
“That wasn’t a nothing kiss.”
You smile against his skin and kiss him again, closer to his jaw this time.
His fingers press lightly into your back. “You’re going to start something.”
“You complaining?”
“No. I’m warning you that the bed can’t take another round.”
“Maybe the floor can.”
Yuji laughs, turning enough to catch your mouth with his. The kiss is softer now. No rushing, no badly hidden nerves. Just his lips moving slowly against yours while his thumb brushes over your back.
There’s a knock on the door.
You both freeze.
“Itadori?” Nobara calls from the hallway. “What the hell was that noise?”
Yuji looks toward the door. “Nothing!”
“It sounded like furniture breaking.”
His eyes move toward the sunken side of the bed. “It wasn’t important.”
“Open the door.”
“No.”
There’s a pause.
“Why not?”
Yuji glances at you curled against his side in nothing but his T-shirt. His hand tightens slightly at your waist.
“Because I’m hanging out with my girlfriend.”
You stare at him. Silence comes from the hallway.
Then Nobara says, “Your what?”
Yuji’s eyes widen like he only just heard himself. “Uh…”
“I knew it,” Nobara says. “Megumi owes me twenty dollars.”
Her footsteps disappear down the hall before Yuji can respond. The room goes quiet again. You slowly lift your head. Yuji is staring at the ceiling.
“Your girlfriend?”
“That just came out.”
“Did it?”
“I mean, I hoped…” He rubs the back of his neck with his free hand. “But I probably should’ve asked before announcing it to Nobara.”
“Probably.”
“Sorry.”
“Yuji.”
He looks at you. “Yeah?”
You lean up and kiss him. He relaxes into it almost immediately, his hand sliding around the back of your neck as he kisses you back. When you pull away, he still looks nervous.
You smile. “Finally.”
His face brightens. “So that’s a yes?”
“That’s a yes.”
Yuji grins and pulls you on top of him, burying his face against your neck.
“My girlfriend.”
“Don’t make it weird.”
“I’m not making it weird.”
“You’re saying it like you won something.”
“I kind of did.”
You laugh and kiss his temple.
Yuji hugs you tighter beneath the blanket, still smiling against your neck while the forgotten movie plays across the room.
thank you so much for reading ♡ my requests are open, so feel free to send me anything you’d like to see! kusakabe/higuruma and kashimo content are coming soon, along with the next part of my tumblr trouble series featuring kashimo and kusakabe
First time posting my art, I'm sorry if it's blurry! The photo is crisp until I upload it for some reason (I am internet illiterate). I've always been more into watercolour and acrylic painting, but this year my bestie gifted me Prismacolor pencils so I've been learning a new skill. And of course I naturally had to start by drawing her favourite baby girl pookie for her. And of course I didn't think to scan it before giving it to her so this image is from her framed signed gift.
“if you love this character then you must make him happy in your fics, right?” wrong. the horror. suffering. internal hemorrhage. hospital. immediately
The Jiraiya you drew looks phenomenal. Love the composition, realism, style, and colours. I thought I was looking at a manipulated photo at first, then realised it was your work. You're drawing beautiful works. Improving with every single one. Good job. Please keep making magic. :)
Oh wow, thank you so so much for your kind words! It means so much to me knowing my art brings joy to others <3
I thought I could use the opportunity to give a little insight on my drawing process for this one since I changed it up a bit!
First and foremost, I‘ll find a good reference. It‘s crucial for realism especially (but really, it’s so helpful for every style) because our visual memory tends to suck. Here‘s the one I chose for Jiraiya and the initial sketch (flipped so we can see his cute little mole :) )
Then new in the process is making an underpainting, so a monochrome mapping out of the values and shapes you‘ll want in your drawing. It helps picking your colours too, because you already know how light or dark you’ll want them to be, so you’ll just need to decide on the hue and saturation! And the underpainting shines through on the spots you might miss on the canvas or don‘t colour fully opaque, so you‘ll get a nice coherence.
Once you’re all done, add a few finishing touches at the end and play with the sliders of your preferred drawing program and voila - Jiraiya in the hot springs :)
