°˖➴ ```Canna da Tigre```
Sloppy make-out w/ Yuji Itadori ?!
No word count, I love Yuji🤤🤤
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The softest grunt is heard from outside the room you share with your boyfriend, Yuji. There in that domain of wet, hot smacks of lips and the bed creaking with bodies shifting into place, the room is stuffy and humid. If you’re wearing glasses, they’re fogging up from his proximity. Now, Yuji runs hot anyway - but this is different! Your hand dances along his cheek in a testing cuff, and his eyes are fluttered shut, handsome and boyishly huffing out a laugh because he can’t contain his giddiness. With everything you’ve been through together, getting out of sorcery and into a normal life has been nothing short of vanilla in comparison to what you’d went through on the daily back then. He came out scarred, caved in, but so, so much stronger than before. Those mating presses he folded you into most mornings were just so deep, after all…
Yuji’s a gentle lover, but he bulked up with this new height, and you could only ever gawk at how much he’s grown since then. His hands, sizing your waist like it was nothing, squeezed softly. You knew what he wanted, knew he was aching to have you in his lap, but you’d just missed him so much lately - you had to have him like this!! Something slow and sensual, something for you to lose yourself in. You love this man, and love his attentiveness, and his lips as well. As an anchored thumb traces the tender part of your midsection, your lashes tickle his face from closeness. He laughs gently into your mouth and you swallow it with every deep, suctioning kiss, sloppy and gentle and sweet like the taste on his tongue. You didn’t focus on that, however, and instead eased your fingers through his hair. He moaned, lips smacking with departure only to glue back together. It was magnetizing, this feeling. So sticky sweet it had you wet, but you couldn’t help the need to give into his own wants. Sadly, you guys didn’t have all day, so making out it was. As much as you’d preferred to crawl into his lap and tease him till he roughly full nelson’d you, you had work tomorrow, and still had many chores to attend throughout the house. With Yuji’s wandering hands, it would seem you won’t be getting that wish anytime soon.
The kisses grew so deep and sloppy, breath puffed between the little space you guys weren’t sharing as his tongue swirled your mouth delicately. It tickled a bit so you gasp, and he’s quick to tug you closer, solid warm hands wrapping ‘round the globes of your ass with enough care and dominance to make you abide. You act shy, hands on his chest and legs bracketing his lap you now perch, and he can just stare up at you lovingly. A finger, his thumb, will smear your bottom lip and slide between those whites you take such good care of, watching you lick and suck the digit with dedication. His hand plants more firmly to the apple of your cheek and jaw, watching intently. Gently pulling your mouth to the side, your teeth are beared by force, and you moan. Shy as you could be, he doesn’t let it last, leaning back in to mingle those tongues happily. You were just so cute, Yuji couldn’t help but use his other hand to press you harder against his lap.
Blooming was his bulge, prodding up from his sweats to your ass, just begging for attention. You whimper but nonetheless let your hand trail down from his chest, and slowly, you begin to palm his dick, feeling it throb rudely - chasing more. “Baby…” Yuji moans, a weak protest leaning more-so on the side that you pull it out and stroke him with your delicate hand. Love sparks all in his now-blown pupils, and fervently, your mouths are on one another. Slow and gentle pecs melt into sloppy, deep kisses, the kind you give your departing lover in a train-station scene. Your cheeks heat up as he gropes your ass a little less casually, other hand now tenderly cupping your jaw to keep you open and malleable. Grinding is executed at the most perfect times, and soon, little sighs or smacks of parting lips turns to slurping and moaning and everything filthy.
He just feels so good… this feels so—too—good…
Passion has officially inserted itself between every line, every glance, every sound - and Yuji’s arousal just won’t ebb away. He’s forcing a perfect game of Tetris with your bodies, molding what could be the most exciting and stimulating motion in pace, making all the right chemicals leak into the already-heavy atmosphere. You throb on his erection with the non-passing memory of how solid and heavy his body felt, pressing you down just right - how solid and heavy his dick felt sinking into you…
The constancy of these pulses rattle him up and Yuji’s only getting better, every kiss so perfectly placed to get you as needy as possible. You feel like a rabbit, you’re so insatiably horny now!! And to think laundry was getting folded… didn’t he promise he wanted to do all the boring things with you?
Not like you had anything to be mad at when he was doing all this, you just hoped he’d let the throbbing head sync with your own. You saw the future of tonight, and it is bright, and a bit sticky!
