Your sweet, sweet boyfriend and his obsession with oral. What once was your rather outgoing yet romantically shy boyfriend became insatiable; three years of abstaining flushed down the drain a little after a morning surprise!
A loud, obnoxious slurp echoes the quiet and delicate atmosphere of Yuji and your last-minute ramen run, because this pesky rain just wouldn’t let up and ruined all of the wondrous plans you both felt so anxious for. You shiver, shocked by the chilly burst of wind colliding with the AC. With wet skin, any air could get you shaking like a leaf! And with this ramen, it was hot enough to burn your tongue, but only keep your mouth hot.
Yuji was watching—having already destroyed his bowl—smile big and dorky as usual. He just loved how you slurped so much into your mouth, despite never having the room. It was adorable; harmless! You pay no mind when he licks his lips, sliding the rest of your bowl to his hungry gaze. He gratefully finished your bowl for you, and soon enough, the warmth had spread to your abdomen. Gingerly rubbing your fabric-clad midsection, satisfied and ready to face the rain with your man, his jacket is lifted enough to peek that happy trail, pretty and pink-ish with the slightest tone of rustic, but you’re more focused on getting to the train station before soaking down to the bone in such heavy clothes. He covered your heads and laughed almost hysterically as you charge off, and luckily, you weren’t too wet - though your coat was pretty drenched. You slip it off as the doors shut with a secured ‘ssssft’, sitting in the almost empty train with Yuji doing everything to help you clean up. You see the puppy-like guilt morphing into his brows and lips.
“Fix your face..” you giggle, and his makeshift ears flick up, which you can tell means he’s preening for your attention. You give in, and the conversation practically oozes out of him - about the disappointment of planning around weather, how you looked before and after the rain, typical Yuji finding conversation. Because it’s already so late, you decide that his apartment will be the checkpoint for the night, and that you’ll just go home at some point when it stops raining. It’s not that late, after all - you just hope it lets up before midnight…
Aaaaaand it did not. By 9:30, the last train you usually take closes its service, meaning you’re stuck. You look at Yuji, nervous and unsure if it’s still too early in your relationship, but he seems pretty calm. It helps you relax, in a way.
“Don’t worry, okay? You can sleep on the couch if it bothers you, but… it’s quite cold, tonight. I’d prefer you in bed where it’s warm.” He murmurs. Ah, so dense yet caring! You can’t help but feel purified by his lack of fear nor sexualization, this trope often being seen as the perfect outlet to couples’ firsts.
And so, you’re bundled up on the couch for a bit! Due to the rather heavy scent of rain sticking to you both, he offered you a bath, to which you happily accept. This also means you’ll be wearing his clothes while yours gets washed, so you’re giddy. His stuff always looks baggy on you, no matter what shape or size! It’s flattering and so, so candied sweet. Though, you should’ve known better than to think this date got cuter…
On the couch, you curl to his side naturally. You both have been together forever now, and officiated your relationship only so many months ago. He was an amazing friend and an even better guy, how could you not fall for him? Even now, with his arm winding around you so casually, your head rests on his shoulder - hair still damp in a way that has him all giggly. He loves spending time with you, even if the movie he put on was a little offputting. He hadn’t seen it and heard good things from a few friends, so he just had to test the waters alongside you! Apparently that just wasn’t the right move seems how it took no time for its horror aspects to morph into something a little… erotic. Makes sense, of course, being something most writers do to engage the audience for something totally unexpected. But this was just.. explicit. And the sounds… so lewd.
You may not be some horny teenager anymore, but it’s not like your experience called for ever knowing how to handle these kinds of scenes. Yuji knew this, shyly murmuring to you,
“Uh… I can change it if you’re uncomfortable. You can always tell me, baby.” And you fold, internally cheesed at his soft tone and slightly candid expression. It’s not like he’s never kissed or felt on you, but aside from a bit of making out or shy encounters with his morning issue prodding you, never in 3 years of knowing Yuji had he attempted anything further. What you did know, though, was during your friendship; his constant need to mention oral in his jokes. Sure, you’d talked about types or favorite things such as that. But you could never shake your confusion when he—unlike most guys wanting to receive— brazenly expressed his desire to give oral. He literally worshiped the thought; said it was hot and overall his favorite fantasy. Sure, he loved a stallion of a woman, so obviously he’d want her on his face. But this? He never once brought that kind of thing up out of the blue since your serious relationship’s beginning. You kind of miss how unfiltered he once was - you’d wished he wouldn’t be so gingery and finally look you in the eye, ask to explore those fantasies. And yea, of course you’d truly be terrified of answering if a guy asked straight up ‘sit on my face?’ But Yuji’s hot and an angel so he should just say it, right?! Why was he just so gentle with you?
These thoughts ate at you until your mind settled on the idea that he just didn’t want to be intimate, that he just didn’t want you like that. You almost forgot you’d zoned out his question, gaze subconsciously burning the screen through. The woman’s moans, fake yet still rousing, had Yuji a bit restless. Finally, your little fester of thoughts was interrupted by a brush of his skin to your neck, asking softly:
“Please answer— it’s… doing things to me.”
You blank out mentally, glancing his way. His gaze, usually so patient and expressive, was darkened by the slightest pinch of desperation curling his brows. Your lips slightly part to answer, but he leans down, softly pursuing a kiss. You feel sparks brew in your abdomen and cup his cheek, hoping to initiate something, when he pulls away shyly.
“Ah- don’t… I liked it. And no, don’t skip the scene. Just… do that again.” You slowly force out, trying not to cringe at how pathetic that last part was croaked. He lights up, leaning into the palm you have on his cheek, and kissed you again.
You for once hold him in place, gesturing that you don’t want it to end so soon, and that kiss melds into multiple. You don’t wanna be a pervert but a part of you was just waiting for that reaction to hit his body, and hopefully, that can be your opening to get a lotttttt closer to him tonight. Yuji just softly moaned, tongue careful but asking for entry. When you feel the soft swipe, you don’t hesitate, lips parting slightly. Supposedly the moment got to him, because his own hands are planted places you’d only hoped of, cupping your jaw as the other gently shifted under the fabric of his shirt you’re draped in. Your breath hitches and he swallows it up, pleased, gently but firmly holding you in place for himself to slip into.
Slotted against you was his mouth, breathing ragged and humming in such a sexy manner. You can’t help but open your eyes through the haze, seeing his hardened, determined face. He truly was so, so attractive like this…
The erotica seen had died ages ago, but not a single jumpscare got you, too focused on the saliva connecting to your lips to his tongue. It was so soft in his mouth.. he just loved how you tasted. Slowly, his tongue glided softly down your jugular, and you groan low in your throat from how relieving it is getting him like this. The look in his vermillion eyes were so intense, you just hoped he let himself have this moment with you, tonight. So what if it was a bit fast of you? You’re horny and have a boyfriend sucking your neck just right!!! You have every right to want him like you do, especially if he initiated it!!
The session grows heated as he gently tugs you into his lap, and you’re breathless, letting him get a handful of your hair to keep you guided where you belong, right against him. His mouth is on yours and you can’t help but open your eyes in shock, feeling the most prominent bulge directly under you. So it did work him up… you swivel your hips just a bit, feining for more of him, even as he whimpers from how good that friction felt. Lips smack and reconnect, hums echoing as a little pace is set. Your hips grind down just perfectly, and could even feel how he throbbed for you, but couldn’t speed up the process. Finally, a good amount of time passes of this perfect little game, and he gasps — dragging you off of him just before he embarrassed himself.
His huffs and pants fill the room and you whine in protest for being rejected, feeling really fussy for him—once again—refusing to go any further than that. As Yuji finally cooled down, he readjusted his clothes sheepishly, excusing himself to the bathroom. You just up and left for his room, deciding you couldn’t stomach such a revelation!! He still wasn’t doing anything to you. Were you just not his type? He’s been with others before, you remember that. Was it really just a ‘you’ problem? As you curl into his once so comforting, not just cold and weightless sheets, he clears his throat when exiting the bathroom. He’s more cleaned up, but notices your absence on the couch, and eyes his room while softly calling your name. Still so attentive, you remind. You don’t answer, but acknowledge the shuffling sounds and soft press of what must be the TV shutting off, and then a creak in the door.
You aren’t asleep, he can tell. The room is only lit by the crack under the door, illuminating very little. All you hear is the bed dip and shift, and him settling beside you. The soft slide of his body and what might be his shirt hitting the floor softly, it does little to cut through the silence. With every breath audible, he scooted closer, arm wrapping around your waist to slowly drawl you against his solid warmth. Originally, you were gonna nudge him away - but that strong arm was just too familiar to keep your guard up. Leaning into your ear, he’d kiss your cheek and temple, then settle for a simple “‘m sorry.. goodnight.” Ah, so he’s aware of it, too. You try to stay away, you really do, but you let him cuddle you tonight. It’s what you’re dreaming of that did damage…
Something heady and breathlessly sweet fills the room you could’ve sworn you were sleeping in, and before you knew it, Yuji was on you again. This time felt different, however. So, so different. His kisses were hungry, passionate and grip so firm—almost possessive—on your skin. You both have been stripped bare, and you’re so breathless at the sight of him. That scene had escalated in all the ways you wished… and although Yuji isn’t quite as assertive as what you’re seeing and feeling so vividly, it sure does make time move slow. You’re seeing such a feral side of him, and while you love it, you’re also just so helpless. He’s everywhere and you feel him that way too, and it’s making the room spin. What sensations he’s giving feels as if the man is forcing air into your lungs yet snatching it at the same time. You can’t tell what this insanely surreal experience is, but you begin to believe it after it escalates all the more, and suddenly he’s in. You wanna cry, laugh, scream - doesn’t matter. It all feels so good, you’re lost in this endless universe Yuji’s body paints your mind.
And then you wake up. Soaked, groggy, disoriented from the hours passing by your dormant body. And that said body clearly betrayed you, because that wet dream was far more realistic than most!! And then again, you did go to sleep unsatisfied, and still so horny it hurt. Sure, the mood died with Yuji’s confidence, but that didn’t stop you from wanting. It’s no wonder you dreamt of such a thing… and you apparently aren’t the only one, because you press back to roll over, and are surprised by a rather solid bump against your hip. You grumble, not sure why Yuji would mindlessly go to sleep with something so heavy in his pocket - especially because you assumed the sandwiched item absorbed all of you guys’ body heat. Still sleepy and yet to mentally embrace just what’s prodding at you, you glance back to wake your boyfriend, only to see… his face. Right against your shoulder. He’s facing you.
That’s not some item in his pocket.
It’s not some ‘item’ at all.
Your heart begins to thunder in your chest, but you worry you’ll scare him off again, so you just shut your eyes and press closer. Luckily for you, your body was still on sleep mode, and allowed you to simply forget the inconvenience altogether.
Yuji’s body, however, wasn’t gonna let that slide. His dream wasn’t all that erotic, but being a man, morning wood was a virus not easily overcome. So waking up and feeling your body all warm and soft yet pressed so solid to his… issue, his breath hitched. His sober thought would be to get out of bed and take a cold shower, but in his near-unconscious mind, a bit of stimulation never hurt. As if only 15 minutes later you hadn’t discovered the same issue.
He wanted to be panicked, wanted to feel ashamed and disgusted and scared you wouldn’t want this, but couldn’t help himself. Like a puppy, his face curled into your shoulder more, pathetically beginning a sloppy roll of his hips. Right against your ass felt perfect, so he got closer. This lasted about 20 minutes until he finally whined out, desperate to get off but still completely unable, gently shaking you awake. He had to ask - just had to, though it was so very improper, and that he’d be thinking with his dick to the point of embarrassment.
“H—hey.. wake up, sweetheart. Please? I need something from you.”
You’d never shot up so fast. Well, metaphorically. Your eyes opened, feigning drowsy innocence, yawning all soft and fuzzy of the real world—and situation—around you.
“Mmn.. Yu’?” You’d whisper, putting on a perfect show for his ever-dense-self to fall for, and he literally purrs from adoration. Mentally, his mind is racing at how cute you were. You roll onto your back to face him, humming weakly and stretching your limbs. He cups your cheek, so soft and warm, leaning down to kiss your temple.
“Sleep good?” He asks as if he could care less, sadly, and you’re no better - lying with a smile and nod like you weren’t pent up. The two-faced energy truly matched your dynamic as he continues the conversation neither of you care for, and finally, you pretend to just notice his erection. With a little gasp sucked in just high enough to pique his interest, you look up at him, sleepy and confused and a little into it. Your poker-face has only grown so fast in this moment for what it could bring you.
He couldn’t take it anymore, cutting you off with a kiss. Unsure at first, but soon after, his tongue is violating your mouth. Well, at least he’s trying to build something up. You wanted to taunt him, though, and gently pushed his chest. He pulls away with confusion on his flushed face, and you pout,
“Yuji… don’t start this only to shut off before anything else. If you aren’t ready, don’t do that—especially not in this bed.” And he melted, desperation replaced with his sweet tentativeness.
“Baby… I’m sorry. I.. I’ve just been really nervous; more like anxious, I guess. I can’t tell if I’m nervous or excited—hell, maybe both—but I just know I don’t want to hurt you. It’s our first.. it’s important.” His usually dense processing ability finally catches up to what benefits you, and you swoon, finding his worry endearing.
“Yuji…” you coo, kissing him softly. Though, this time he pulls back - looking unsure and a bit guilty. Such a puppy…
“You don’t have to… I should’ve been more clear about my intentions. I’m not just doing this because I’m horny though, okay?” He’ll reassure you, and your brows furrow - sexual tension crumbling your sweet veil of other intentions.
“Yuji Itadori, I’ve been trying to get into your pants for weeks. What makes you think I don’t want you, now? You’re tonguing my morning breath and grinding on me.” You hiss, and the way you pointed it out made him realize with a humiliated gasp,
You realize you’ve gotten yourself caught, stammering out through laughter and processing,
“Well—not like that!! I woke up before you and tried to sleep, sure, but it only lasted a few more minutes…”
To which he just sighed, shaking his head.
“We’re supposed to be confrontational and guiding one another, and we couldn’t even express wanting sex.” He even rolls to his side and sits up a bit, clearly embarrassed. It was adorable seeing your big puppy whine and pout like this.
“Aww, Yuu’.. don’t be so prudent! It’s not easy bringing that up, and even so, at least it’s coming to light now. We’re okay…” you gently rub his spine, leaning in to kiss his nape softly.
“Now can you make it up to me..?” You whisper, your free hand sliding so gently down his abs, then palming him through those shorts he slept in. Yuji shivers and stiffens, body taut and still guarded. So, you go further, settling behind him. You lean against his back, chest pressed to his spine, and gently rest your cheek on his shoulder to watch. You barely fit here, legs bracketing his hips. It’s cozy, though, one hand sliding past his closed arm to feel his pounding heart. Your other hand, an explorer of sorts, glides down the expanse of his shaft, leaving his neck hairs prickling. And not just from your soft breath against it…
“H-hey…” he hissed, eyes widening as your thumb begins pinching past his waistband. His skin heats up, and shyly grabs your hand, but doesn’t pull it away. You take that opportunity to reply with a smug,
“Hi Yuji,” He was so cute when he was shy! “Is this okay?” And he nods, Adam’s apple bobbing weakly as he watched your movements.
“You’re gonna feel me.. okay?” You warn before finally dipping lower, and he makes the cutest gasp, making you giggle in his ear. He’s so soft yet hard at the same time, something firm and warm to the touch. He lifts his hips a little and guides those shorts lower, revealing a deep v-line and the happy trail you’d only get to peek at when he stretched his arms enough to lift his shirt. But here, it was all on display, and he couldn’t be sexier. He leaned back against you a little more, twitching in your palm. His ears had never been so pink.
“Wow, Yuji… you’re so big.” You tease, and he just whines, swallowing his spit again. With care, you pull him out of those pesky shorts, and can’t help but gawk. He really is big… you must’ve not noticed because you were only feeling his uppermost, but seeing it in the morning light like this? His little pants and hiccups had your heart stammering. How could somebody so… him, be so shy?!
“O-oh—wow…” your words are staggered with your sudden shortness of breath, peeking over his shoulder a little more to see him fully. His veins aren’t very prominent, but his tip is blushing angrily, and throbbing for attention. How could his body be so confrontational, while he clearly can’t get a word out? He almost seems unsure about this… so you feel him up a little, watching the dewey pre produce, and your finger dances along the slit, making his mouth fall open without his own notice. Its texture enlightens something in you for some reason, and while you wanna bring it to your own mouth for a taste, you instead find yourself guiding it to his quivering lips. Your other hand, possessed by the need to see something so hot, gently hooks a finger into his mouth. Yuji does some work for you, helplessly lulling his cute tongue out, and takes your finger into his mouth. If you could, you’d also have a hard-on. That was movie-worthy. You kinda wanna make a movie with somebody as sexy yet adorable as Yuji…
He groans softly at his taste and suckles your finger a moment, dazed by the chemicals shooting from his brain to his dick like light waves. You shakily exhale, licking his shoulder lewdly before bringing your hand from his face to his awaiting cock. And while he sucks your fingers and moans, you begin to stroke him - safe, slow, but torturous. His hips canter up into your palm, and you shape your fist into the perfect little hole he needs, watching the dry-ish movement get wet real quick. And the reason for that? When he let go of your fingers, you swabbed his inner cheeks and lips, stealing that honey-like saliva. Switching hands, you work on him with a more lubricated fist, and he’s never been more noisy. Finally, he’s able to get a word out,
“P-please… ah, ah fuck-” and the softest little “baby, wait—ah..”
He got only 4 words out between pants and gasps, throbbing wildly in your sticky, warm palm. You don’t know what came over you, but his subby little personality gave another part of you a pulse, so you guide his face to yours to shut him up.
“Shhh… c’mere, Yuji.” And he obeys, neck craning just a bit with its tilt to kiss you. Desperate, sloppy, a mess. You’re his everything, but for once, he’s giving you his everything, opening himself up for you; you take it all.
His eyes squeeze shut when he’s kissing you, the wet smack of lips parting and how spit shifts deliciously against one another’s tongues busting the air with something humid. It felt like yesterday if it really could’ve went a step further, and to your shock, the way Yuji talks about relations with friends is way different than this subby mess you have curled in your hands.
His pants and gasps between kisses grow louder and more shallow as your hand finds his perfect pace, and his legs begin to shake, letting you know he was ready to burst any moment now.
It happened in a manner that snuck up on poor Yuji, his back arching and hips lifting helplessly. Crying out, his position locked, yet you still held him in place, stroking furiously as his hands flailed to grip anywhere - eventually finding purchase in his sheets, clawing. Spurts of that warm, fertile cum painting up his chest and a bit on your hand, though not much. It shot quite far, too, and you can’t help but press his throbbing dick to his abdomen, saving him the embarrassment of possibly hitting past his chest. As he whined and gasped, coming down from his wild high, he collapsed back against you - legs quivering. You circle around him a bit, gingerly licking the seed from his skin, and his breathless whimper left you giggling into his warmth. His dick, still bobbing and semi-hard, began to droop enough to give him a moment of calm. You coo up at him,
“You’re so cute like that, Yu’—” Abruptly, you’re cut off by his big, calloused hand gripping your jaw. The burn in his eyes had you absolutely gagged, and he squeezed a bit lower to your jugular, which caught you off guard. You weren’t lying though, in the moment it was pretty hot… he’s still pretty fucked out and face dazed, but the furrow in his brows told you he was embarrassed.
His hand stayed firm as it guided you to his face, tongue clashing with teeth and spit - kissing you hard. Apparently, his little switch flipped, making him more than happy to take control for once. You accept it, delighted, wanting to see just what he’s like. And hopefully, you’ll actually get fucked by him this time.
As he drove his tongue into your mouth, his own hand began to slip, though it got a bit hesitant at your underwear. You went to sleep in them, hoping, praying something would come out of it. He didn’t even bother!! But this time, finally, his thick fingers slipped under the fabric. Shyly, he’d trail down, amazed by how soft and warm the outside was. And trailing more inwards, he’d part your lips so sweetly, his pointer finger sliding between your folds and spreading around just how soaked you’ve gotten. His groans echo into your mouth and you both just pant, sharing one breath as he finally explored your sex for himself. Rawly, he dipped and dragged his finger around, then added a second for mapping, only to tease your clit a bit. Slow, experimental circles that had your legs shaking, and he pushed you back from the chest, making your legs open slowly. Sitting up by your elbows, your boyfriend begins to slip your underwear down your thighs, groaning weakly at the beautiful sheen of your now-exposed pussy. His fingers returned to their place, this time gently tracing your hole, which wasn’t even close to befitting for his fat cock. So, as if doing you a favor, began to scissor a finger into you. You curse aloud, breaking the fragile silence you both formed upon exploring past clothing, and he can’t help but chuckle softly.
“Is this what’s gotten you so fussy, pretty girl?” He murmurs, sly and too sexy for you to be embarrassed
“Such a pretty pussy… you’re so beautiful. Can’t believe I was nervous of coming off as fast when you’re this wet in the morning.” And you stumble on your breath, watching a second finger begin teasing your hole. With two now stretching you, your legs fall open weakly, panting and trying to cover yourself with your t-shirt. Yuji only snickered, bending his face down, and you squeal from embarrassment.
“Yuji— what are you!-” you demand, but what cut off by his gaze and words,
“Let me taste you, please, angel?”
And you’re speechless. With a shaky, subconscious nod, his fingers exit you with a lewd squelch, and are raised to his lips. You watch, helpless, as he sucks his fingers through pleasant moans and slurps. Apparently, you tasted like heaven to him. He finished through thorough licks between his fingers, sucking with such devotion that you literally couldn’t even try to speak. Being a pervert anyway, he takes a small sniff at his fingers, and moaned quietly. He’s been so verbal, you could only hope it would always be that way.
“Mmph… so fuckin’ good. Please.. please let me have more.”
You’re still shocked, so stammering out an ‘o-okay.. yea’ felt humiliating, if not for his boyish eagerness.
“Wait— really? Oh, babe, thank you! Thank you so much, I won’t let you down!” And that was the first time Yuji was more than excited to be intimate. He settled between your legs comfortably, and although he internally wanted you riding his nose right now, he didn’t mind setting the blueprint. He gently kissed along your thigh, but you got impatient, face hot and whining at him.
“Patience, baby… I’ll make you feel good. So needy…” he’d coo, leaning in and kissing directly on your clit. You whimper at that, but everything gets really ticklish when his tongue lulls out, sliding wetly against your pussy then suctioning. The sounds were so sloppy, he was practically sucking the slick off of your cunt. When your fingers curled into his hair, he giggled against you, slurping up more of your essence. You’ve never seen him be so in his element during intimacy like this - he wasn’t even this comfortable kissing you, before!!!
He licked between every fold and crevice, tongue delving deep only to pull back up and latch onto your clit. Yuji sucked hard when he did, leaving you gasping, legs shaking. Breakfast this morning couldn’t be more divine, in the man’s eyes.
Lapping at your clit, devoted to your pleasure and obsessed with your expressions. You’d been driven wild for such an endless moment you couldn’t quite let go of. Your hands in his hair felt amazing, and he couldn’t help but groan into your pussy, eyes slightly rolling back. Drooling, he spits allllll in your hole, only to slurp it up. He got so filthy, eating you. You never thought your boyfriend could be so filthy, let alone the nastiest eater you’ve ever had. If anything, he was the first boyfriend to be so passionate in your pussy like this, without even using his dick. You’d say total props to him, if it weren’t for being completely braindead. He was just as gone, absolutely drunk on your taste. A bit overwhelmed, your thighs began to shake beneath his steady palms, and Yuji just held you down, absolutely obsessed with how loud you were getting. Must mean you’re close, he thought, trying not to cheese from how giddy he was getting. Making his precious angel cum? Oh, he’s in heaven!
Your back began to lift, fighting, begging for him to stay there. Right there—
“Oh, o—oh fuuuck!” You sob, thighs shaking. You’re open and vulnerable for him in this moment, absolutely shattering under his gaze. Yuji watched, amazed and proud, making sure to take in every burst of essence you gave him. As you gasp for breath, chest rising and falling rapidly, he pulls away to give you a break.
“That’s it, baby… feelin’ good?” He murmured, gently stroking your thigh. You relax a bit, legs slowly settling, and he just pressed his cheek against one. Happily rubbing your hip with his thumb, and you finally huff out a ‘yes…’ despite your circumstances. You never knew he could be so ravenous, but at least you both had gotten somewhere - that a step was finally taken and vulnerability had closed you both in its tight, securing jaws.
A/n: Got lazy, but enjoy!
@grenadehearts here you are 🤤
