aali do u think jock!yuuji makes his virgin gf cum on the tip of his cock or like,,,,,,
𖤐๋࣭ — JOCK BF!YUUJI ENTRY #8. just the tip.
about. our favourite jock takes his special girlfriend’s virginity. well…kind of.
warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, smut, virginity loss, just the tip, oral sex (f!receiving), fingering, praise, jock bf!itadori, weird gf + fem!reader.
omg !! i feel like jock bf!yuuji (especially if he’s the more experienced one) is fully aware of his size and how it might cause a little more pain for someone who’s a virgin. the first few times that you have sex, he spends a good portion of time between your thighs, suckling on your clit and fingering you nice and slow so that you’re all wet n stretched out for him.
yuuji makes you cum at least twice that way before he even thinks about bringing his cock into the picture :( he doesn’t want to hurt his pretty baby.
he settles on a pussy job to make you cum once last time before he puts it in. often sliding the length of his girth through your slicked up folds while he watches your face because he knows it probably feels good for you — the gentle thrusts and the way his sticky tip catches on your swollen little clit. sometimes yuuji is a little more calculated, letting it poke at your quivering hole just to see if you can take it, just to hear you mewl.
“‘m gonna put a lil bit in now, okay honey? not much, i know you’re scared. ‘m gonna take good care of you.” sobs, it takes everything for yuuji not to buck his hips and thrust all the way into you after you give him your consent — he keeps it slow, fisting the pillows either side of your head as he grinds his bulbous and red hot cockhead past your entrance. “don’t squeeze down, baby. ease up, you’re a little tense… that’s it. good girl, there we go…” he guides you through it, instructions breathed out warmly against the shell of your ear until you’re oh so full of cockhead n you feel like you could bust again :(
he plays with your clit, spreading your wetness over the pulsating nub in sync with yuuji’s gentle thrusts into your heat — not too hard and not too deep, he just wants you to get used to him inch by inch. you’re in tears when you cum again, but you’ve done so well and itadori can’t help but kiss his praises into your sweaty hairline.
“well done, honey. you did so well for me. next time, we’ll try a little more. yeah?”
In the darkness of the N109 zone and its unlawful view, you and your lover basked and relished above the highest peaks offered by the massive skyscrapers that inhabited the land. It was just as you both loved—isolated and confined, a world entirely dedicated to your eternal bond, a love forged in trials and tribulations. In this life, the promise of forever was less bleak and more foreseeable.
Despite the nightmares that haunted him (and you…) of a past that was no longer there, his soul carried the weight of every memory of the beginning—of what became of you both. While your memories remained lost, what your mind couldn’t register, your body did—your heart did. And it was enough for him to love you in this life, where he could do it right for you.
The days with him were filled with endless banter. You swore whatever your soul was made of, his was made of the same matter. The nights with him were equally reaffirming of your connection with the man.
As for tonight, he insisted on a moonlight dip into his pool. The roof of his building was large and spacious. His large frame settled between your legs, which rested on the edge, as you lamented your frustrations from the day. It was a form of therapy to you, as he chased away every frustration, every worry, every anxiety.
Suddenly, it was as if nothing mattered—never, not with him. Not when he was here, in all his masculine beauty. His garnet hues peered into your own narrowed eyes as you recounted the day to him. He listened, as always. He loved when you shared your day with him. It was domestic—it was something akin to marital.
In this life, he hoped to take that step with you, he thought to himself, as he focused on you—taking all of you in. As you took a moment to breathe between your talks of “terrible management” to “I deserve a raise for all I do,” his lips landed on the backs of your hands, which he held soothingly. Instinctively, he wanted to make it all better. His soothing baritone voice was strong and safe as he spoke, reminding you to breathe deeply and calmly. His mind quickly made a note to pay a visit to the association but that was a topic for another day…
