◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ the room was dark, quiet except for the slow, steady rhythm of your breathing. the sheets were warm, wrapping you in the perfect cocoon of sleep, your body relaxed, soft, completely unaware of the way he was staring at you.
yuji itadori was trying to be good.
but fuck—your ass was right there, pressing into him, soft and warm, shifting slightly with every little breath you took. the tiny shorts you wore did nothing to help, the fabric riding up just enough to tease him, to show the curve of your thighs, the plush swell of your ass, the dip of your waist.
his throat went dry. his fingers twitched against the sheets.
but his body had other ideas.
slowly, carefully, he let himself press closer, his chest molding against your back, the warmth of you seeping into his skin. his breath hitched as his hips shifted forward, just slightly, just enough to feel that soft plushness against him.
his cock twitched, swelling against his boxers, growing harder with every slow grind of his hips.
"shit—" yuji bit his lip, squeezing his eyes shut, trying to control himself, trying to stop—but it was too good, the sleepy weight of you against him, the warmth, the way your body yielded to him so easily.
he buried his face against the back of your neck, lips parting, breath coming out in heavy, shaky pants. "fuck, baby—" he whispered, his voice wrecked, his hands curling into the sheets beside you. "so soft. so fucking warm."
his hips rolled again, pressing the thick outline of his cock right against the curve of your ass, dragging the swollen tip along that perfect dip, grinding against the fabric of your shorts.
fuck—fuck—he was leaking, his boxers already damp, the slow, teasing friction sending heat spiraling through him, making his pulse pound in his ears.
"wish you could feel this," he whispered, his voice a breathy, needy little thing. "wish you knew what you do to me, baby."
his cock throbbed, pressing tighter against you, rubbing slow, desperate circles into your plush warmth.
his fingers twitched in the sheets, hips stuttering, grinding faster, heat coiling low in his belly. "gonna cum—fuck—gonna make such a mess—"
then his body locked up, a sharp gasp leaving his lips as his cock pulsed, thick, hot ropes of cum spilling into his boxers, soaking the fabric. his breath shuddered, his muscles tensing as the pleasure wracked through him, every little aftershock sending another slow grind of his hips against you, as if trying to push his release deeper into the soaked fabric.
his head dropped against your shoulder, chest rising and falling in unsteady pants, his cock still twitching against your ass, his body buzzing with overstimulation.
a soft, sleepy sound escaped you, your body shifting slightly, your thighs pressing together, your ass pressing deeper into him.
your body stirred, a quiet, drowsy hum slipping past your lips, your fingers twitching slightly against the sheets.
his heart jumped into his throat.
"shhh, baby," he cooed, pressing slow, lazy kisses against the back of your neck, his arms tightening around your waist. "go back to sleep, ‘kay? s’nothing—just me, just wanna keep you warm."
his voice was soft, soothing, even as his cock still pressed heavy, sticky against you, even as he ached to do it all over again.
you sighed, your body relaxing again, melting back into him, your breathing slowly evening out.
yuji exhaled hard, resting his forehead against your shoulder, his hands still shaking slightly as he forced himself to be still.
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