thinking about sleazy frat guy yuuji who just needs to have you on his lap at all times. always grabbing your hips, squeezing you and bouncing you slightly. he’s the type to put his hands on your waist and let them linger when moving past you. will randomly squeeze ur ass when you’re just talking to megumi in the kitchen.
N’ he plays it off by showing how he’s just touchy like that with everyone, he’s the friendliest guy at Kappa Sig.
Always smacking Megumi in the back as a greeting, throwing his arms around anyone who walked through the rickety old blue door of the frat house, being the only member of their pledge class who was able to survive having The Todo Aoi as their big.
Yuuji’s just a touchy guy, but the minute you showed up at a welcome week party he knows you’re someone he’s got to hold on too.
So he finds his hands sliding to your waist as he moves through the crowd, “accidentally” spinning you around so you can see the pink haired boy squeezing past you face to face.
The apology he gives for separating you from your friends like that is such a convincing performance, and he’s so thankful that you’ve waved it off with ease and continue to chat with him, only separating when your friends drag you off but leaving you with his number in phone.
It’s how he greets you at every party this semester going forward, big hands wrapping around your middle as he he picks you up and shouts your name with glee, spinning you around as you giggle in his grasp.
He’s just so comforting, so radiant, that you don’t even notice how his hand keeps lingering on your side long past the time he’s said hello, making it so much easier for him to press you into his side and declare you his partner for beer pong that night.
It feels like second nature the way he tucks you under his chin and squeezes your hips as you two wait for Inumaki to fill up your drinks, and you can’t tell if its because of the warmth from the alcohol or because of his hands but your body just feels that much hotter where he’s touching you.
Yuuji’s traced his way along every cut out of your dresses and rubbed his hands over your exposed belly that comes with your crop tops over numerous weekends, he’s pretty sure he has the grooves of your bodies memorized at this point. and when he keeps inviting you to sleep over when the parties die down he cant help but grab you by the plush of your ass to drag you down on to his bed, hands still resting over the curve of your bottom as you two drift off.
When you wake up, yuuji’s snoring softly beside you, hands still glued to your curves. you try to detangle yourself as gracefully as possible, searching for the party shirt you had swapped of for one of Yuuji’s old baseball jersey’s to sleep in amongst the mess of his room.
Thank god your friends called you back before you decided to go venturing into the bathroom, because you might have just seen that pretty bralette of yours hanging on the towel rack, streaks of white running against the dusty pink lace.
Yuuji just couldn’t help himself, picking the thing up off the floor and bolting the bathroom shut — inhaling the the scent of your perfume off the fabric as he begins to palm at his stiffened length. He’s spilling on it before he knows it, thinking about how he knows exactly how your breasts would bounce if you rode him from the amount of times he’s made you jump to retrieve as stolen solo cup.
Or how he knows how your ass would jiggle if he bent you over the very mattress you two shared yesterday, all because of the times he’s felt it move as he smacks it whenever he sees you talking to someone else.
And when he is greeted by the reminder of his actions of the night, he tosses the bralette to into the drawer thats got all the srunchies, skirts and slinky tops he’s managed to pluck from you will all the times you’ve been over — resigning himself to the fact that he’s stolen enough of your clothes, its finally time he sees you with out them for real.
