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product description 🛒 ! the all star jock spend weeks preparing his sweet, weird girlfriend to every single inch of him. and once she’s finally able to, yuuji itadori realises that training really does pay off.
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the way his hands are barely there, gentle on your hips as you sink down on him after an eternity of foreplay — torturous hours of him relaxing you, prepping you with his tongue tacked to your clit and his fingers dragging dutifully in and out of your quivering hole. he’d started with two, unsure if your cute little gushing pussy could handle three so soon, but some point working you open became making you feel good. making you cum at least twice before yuuji even thought about going anywhere near you with his dick. let alone the tip.
and when he finally thinks you’re ready to take it, take him, yuuji settles back against the headboard with glistening cheeks and hazy chocolate eyes — all dopey whilst watching you attempt to slide down on his swollen girth as it pulses against your ravaged pussy with need. “take your time, i gotcha honey, there’s no rush.” he says breathily, chest sweltering hot and heaving. and he really does mean it, the last thing the jock wants to do is hurt you… but he wants it so bad.
wants to know what it’s like to feel you open up and accept him into your welcoming, soaked walls. wants to know what you sound like when he finally manages to get inside, bulbous cockhead tucked neatly against that special spot nestled dar in your pretty pussy. the one that makes you squirm when he manages to reach it with his talented fingers. yuuji knows that he’s big and knows these things take time, heck, no one before you could take him on the first try… but no one before you mattered. that’s why he’s willing to wait.
good things come to those who do, after all.
“i can… fuck, i can do it, yuuji…” you swear to him with your big wet bambi eyes and he swears he could bust against your folds right then and there. leave a messy mark of dribbly white if you’re not careful.
yuuji’s surprised though — at how aggressive and determined you’ve become. although your limbs are shaky, your sex little raw and your body lined with sweat you insist on at least being able to take him tonight. the air in your dorm room is sex charged and stuffy, brimming with nerves and lust hormones as you circle your hips — eager to get past just the tip as it breaches your tiny little entrance. yuuji’s grip on you then becomes firm, his gentle voice now a broken hiss as you drop down on him a few inches, cunt gripping him everywhere. clinging to every vein as beads of your sweet juices and previous releases roll down what’s yet to fit inside — pooling over his twitching, seed heavy balls.
“baby,” he almost begs, brows pinching together at the centre of his forehead. the jock’s expression almost pained when you squeeze around him lovingly and adjust to his size. thick, girthy, practically stretching you open with only half of his dick pushed in. “s-slow down. don’t wanna hurt you.”
you shake your head, so pouty and a babyish, akin to how you get when you’re close to cumming. “‘m gonna do it this time. don’t care.”
its clear you no longer want yuuji’s help, so used to letting him take the lead. the very action, the thought of you taking what you want from your big and strong boyfriend has him feeling — jaw slack and eyes lazily fluttering while his aching cock pulses against the pleasure spots dotted against the shallower depths of your insides. you pull him tight against you by the grip you have on his shoulders and brace your knees against your doused sheets — rolling your hips downwards in sinful circles once more in an attempt to make it to the hilt.
your cries are muffled, still shy, even though yuuji’s told you a thousand times he likes the way you moan for him. he knows that you’re shy and that he’s your first ever sexual experience so he takes what he can get — the airy whimpers you let out into the shell of his ear and the way your breath hitches at the sound of your sticky sex lewdly soaks his shaft in your essence.
so fucking cute. itadori can’t help but think, wrapping his muscular arms around you fully ending up with his palms splaying over your spine. the position keeps you chest to chest, stomach to stomach, allowing you both to roll through the motions whilst you push yourself past your own limits. he tucks his mop of unruly pink hair into the junction between your shoulder and neck, coping with the cruel pressure that builds up in his lower tummy. the pressure caused by pleasure from you.
“doing so good, baby. so f-fucking good…” yuuji praises you despite the lump that grows in his throat. he feels sick, feverish to the touch, and like he’s going to die when you give one final shift of his hips and manage to bottom out. “there we go, holy shit, s’wet. there we fuckin’ go, pretty girl. ‘m so proud of you.” incoherent mumbling breaks the shallow breaths he lets out, yuuji slurring his syllables and revelling in the reward from weeks of preparation, months of only giving you the smallest parts of him.
he could drool about how warm and hot you feel, basting his cock in a layer of your sweet essence — barely trickling from your cunt since you’re plugged so full. static and white noise rings true in his ears, itadori’s barely able to hear anything aside from his own erratic pulse and your sweet sniffles.
“hah…yuuji!”
he whips around to check if he’s hurt you, surprised by how loud you’ve suddenly become. he thinks he might have caused you pain and that you’re asking for him to stop. one moment you’re simpering and panting atop the muscular jock — but in the next you’re wildly lifting your perfect hips and slamming them back down on him. easily.
like you were made for this. like you’ve been trained for this.
you steady yourself on the jock’s broad shoulders, nails nearly tearing through golden, marred skin and you move with such vigor that it throws itadori’s world off its axis. he’s so used to leading you, instructing you and taking care of you that he can barely believe the frenzied, sinful way you’re riding him — your hot cheek resting against his shoulder while you work your syrupy cunt up and down, back and forth on his drooling, messy cock.
nipping at his earlobe, you wail again. “yuuji, feels so good. so full.” and his stomach lurches at your confession, how you cry out so loud it’ll probably be heard through the thin walls of your dorm — accompanied by the dull thud and creak of your bed from the force at which you fuck him. “you’re so big… hurts so nice, yuu.” that nickname, reserved only for him, he knows you’re absolutely fucking gone when you call him that.
no one would believe him, not a single one of his friends. not if he told them that his, yuuji itadori’s, sweet, shy and innocent girlfriend was humping his slick cock like her life depended on it — whining and whimpering at the top of her lungs. the sounds you make, so dulcet and pure, have the jock shuddering wholly, his entire body racked with shakes he wasn’t prepared for and an orgasm that threatens to break the surface quicker than he intended.
“g’nna cum baby, you’re gonna make me cum so soon,” he admits, keeping his voice at a low and sexy whisper because all yuuji wants to do is listen to you shriek so prettily while you take, and take and take from him. you’re wild and unabashed and he’s never seen you like this — to see and know that you feel good enough to break past your own shyness is enough of a turn on for him as it is. “don’t… don’t stop. take what you need from me baby. wanna see you fall apart on me, can you do that?”
yuuji lets you use him to get off, he doesn’t move aside from when his dick kicks along the warmth of your insides and his abs contract as he tries to stave off his own orgasm — afraid that his size might hurt you or ruin your momentum. you get so cute when you’re close, clawing at him hiccuping — desperate for release. but this time, you’re ravenous and too far gone for the pink haired jock to even think about taking over for you — it’s obscene how loud you are, forming a perfect melody as the squelch of your cunt harmonises with your hiccuped pleas for more.
“can do it. wanna cum yuu — with you. please, please, please… can’t—!” you babble brainlessly, letting your words layer over the harsh slap of sweaty skin on sweaty skin.
choking on his own ecstasy, yuuji nods along with you — pressing wet, sloppy kisses to the side of your face as you jolt on top of him. “i know you can…been workin’ so hard to take this big cock, haven’t you, pretty?” each open-mouthed and pathetic groan is fluffed up with all the love yuuji holds for you. his sweetest girl, his shy little thing fucking him like an animal fills him with a sense of unadulterated pride.
“look at you, baby. bouncin’ away on it just like that. after all that work, you’re doing so well, huh?” the jock whispers into the wet heat of your skin, nostrils flaring even as his nose presses into your cheek. you’re full on sobbing now, from a mix of both pain and pleasure, caused by his size and the unrelenting pace of your hips.
“y-yes!” you nod weakly with your head tipping back and mouth wide open — yuuji following you along with your moans, because he can’t get enough.
he’s addicted to your sounds and your dripping honeyed cunt and how you’re just able to take him now. after all this time and all this prep. it’s like winning a game at the end of the season, the best reward he could ever ask for. “mhm, know you did. cum on it, baby. cum on my fat cock. g-gonna let me see it? let me hear it?” itadori’s voice rises an octave, reaching a much higher pitch than before and so full of need. he can tell that you’re close just by the way your pussy throbs and froths around his thick base — not to mention how you clench down on him selfishly, with no intention of letting him go.
the encouragement is all you really need, honestly. yuuji knows that you liked to be talked over the edge and reassured that it’s okay to let go with him. trust him. after all, you’ve done so much for him today — used all the muscles your poor body isn’t used to stretching when you get intimate like this. not to mention how raw your throat must be from all the moaning and mewling. the pink haired jock kisses down your neck, using his grip on your waist and arms locked around your back to help finish you off — rocking you back and forth on his creamy, chubbed up dick to help you over that final hurdle so you can hit your peak.
with one last cry of his name, all in broken syllables — your orgasm washes over you and drowns out all five of your senses. like a tired little doll you fall limp against yuuji’s shoulders — brain fried from the electricity darting violently up and down your spine. everything you say from there is scratchy and breathy, hardly making sense as your chest heaves against yuuji’s broader and firmer one.
you’re a quivering, soaked mess with bleary eyes — wet walls rippling around the jock who carefully chases his own orgasm, just barely shifting underneath you as his cock kisses every inch of your insides. he follows suit, ribbons of ivory spilling into your pussy — so much so that most of it leaks out and clings to the divots in your meaty thighs. not that you mind, enjoying your boyfriend’s drunken gripes and groans as he crosses the boarder and joins you in post-orgasmic bliss. “oh, good girl,” he curses tiredly. “shit, baby. such a good girl.”
eventually the two of you flop back against the headboard — itadori dragging you with him as he leans back. his dark lashes flutter against your sweaty skin, tickling you and pulling a giggle from your kiss-swollen lips.
a comfortable, charged silence sweeps over the two of you — the jock’s palms rubbing soothing circles up and down your back as you both come down. hearts racing and rushing through your ears.
“seems like all that size training finally paid off,” itadori grins, his breath warm as it fans across your forehead. “you fuck like crazy, baby! can’t wait to do that again, now that we know you can handle it.” he pinches your ass, voice affectionate and warm.
in response, you swat at his chest — embarrassed and shy all over again. your only sense of solace being to hide in his neck as you whine out his name. “yuuji itadori!”
“whaaaat?! all i’m sayin’ is that your training paid off!”
Thought of. Boothill mounting you & you want to grab something like the bedsheets or whatever but he pins your down hand next to your head instead and interlocks fingers, squeezing it as he pounds into you & kisses bites and licks the side of your face, ear, neck and shoulder 🥹
cw: himbo bsf yuji, he's hunky, kind and as dense as a BRICK, reader is lowkey a freak, yuji is down-bad, stupid!yuji, flirty!reader, we're going full blown SMUT with this one, BIG DICK yuji cuz duhh, begging, whimpering, he sobs when he cums , yuji being the big dumb sweetheart he's (all the characters are 18+)
<< part 2 | part 3 | part 4 >>
himbo!bsf yuji didn’t mean to pop a boner when you sat in his lap—you were in just his hoodie, no shorts underneath, skin warm against his thighs—and now he’s nervously bouncing his leg, biting his lip like “shit shit shit—don’t look down.”
himbo!bsf yuji groans, breath hitching when your hips shift just right—and he knows he should move you off—but your ass is so soft and he’s so weak for you, so he just mutters “fuck…sorry, I didn’t mean to…” like he’s the one being rude.
himbo!bsf yuji gasps when you cup him through his sweats, eyes wide, lips parted—he stares at you like you’ve grown horns and whispers, “you—wanna… do stuff? With me?” like he hasn’t been jerking off to the thought of you for weeks.
himbo!bsf yuji lets you pull him out, stunned and pink in the cheeks, hands hovering awkwardly as you stroke him—he’s heavy, thick, flushed deep at the tip, and definitely too big to be handled so casually, but you’re doing it anyway.
himbo!bsf yuji whines—whines, bestie—when you straddle him again, your slick dragging over his tip, whispering how bad you want him, how full you wanna feel, and he chokes out “wait—wait, I’m kinda… y’know… not small—”
himbo!bsf yuji tries to slow you down, sweet dumb thing he is, but your hips are already sinking and his mouth drops open, eyes fluttering like “oh fuuuck, you’re really—fuck, you’re really doing it—”
himbo!bsf yuji grips your thighs like you’re about to vanish, every muscle in his arms flexing as you force him deeper—his breath shaky, his voice cracking when he gasps, “you’re so tight, s’too tight, I’m not gonna last if you keep clenching—”
himbo!bsf yuji buries his face in your neck, moaning helplessly while you bottom out, his cock stretching you wide, too wide, and now you’re both trembling, bodies sticky and breathless like you’ve just run a mile.
himbo!bsf yuji asks “you okay?” every two seconds like the sweetheart he is—even as you’re grinding on him slow and messy, eyes rolled back, jaw slack—and he kisses your temple like “you’re so good, takin’ me so good, I’m gonna lose it—”
himbo!bsf yuji whimpers when you clench around him on purpose, full body shaking as he blurts, “fuck—gonna cum, can I cum? please? gonna make a mess, please lemme cum inside—”
himbo!bsf yuji wraps you up in his arms like he’s afraid you’ll break—buries himself deep, cums so hard he sobs, shuddering as he fills you, muttering “sorry, sorry, s’just—feels too good—been wantin’ this for so long—”
himbo!bsf yuji lays there after, still inside, still hard, arms locked around you like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded—and when you twitch on his cock again, he whispers, “round two? I—I think I can still go, if you want…”
These headcanons for Phainon being a bit childish while being a grown as man are making me giggle.
and my fantasies that i know FULL well other people thought about.
Like what do you MEAN. He probably jumps and squeals whenever something good happens or when he’s eating TJE most amazing food Hes ever been served
he definitely kicks his feet when they aren’t touching the ground or when he’s excited.
He is totally not a silent lover, the only time he is quiet is when he’s just staring and admiring his lover wondering “wow.. someone truly loves me enough to let me cradle their heart in my hands..”
speaking of hands
he totally loved hand holding, he swings BOTH of ya’ll’s hands when walking and talking. Please point it out because he gets so flustered and giggly because you noticed something so small and insignificant. Something he didn’t even notice
phainon is supposed to be the ugliest man on hsr what happened
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Peace be upon you,
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