You and Yuji had been friends for as long as you could remember. You were always by each other's side. The exact day of which you two met isn't really all that clear, but nevertheless you two never cared, and basked in the warmth of one another's company. Quite literally.
Cuddling was a normal thing for the two of you. Never once crossed your mind that just maybe this isn't what normal friends do. No matter what Megumi or Nobara said, there was nothing that would ever stop you two from your antics, like flirting and flicking each other on the forehead just to chase each other around for hours until you were begging yuji to just stop chasing you, followed by yuji tackling you and punching your arm until you agreed that he had won. Yes, it was probably annoying for anyone else in the room that two perfectly grown teenagers were playing tag like a couple of seven year olds, but you and yuji frankly didn't care. And thats the way you two liked it to be.
Just friends.
Maybe yuji was either too horny or too high off of the thought of you for that thought to soak deep enough into his brain to register.
Yuji stands naked at the foot of his bed, beads of sweat cascading down his bare back like a slow moving waterfall. Legs shaking, helpless whimpers escaping his lips as he slowly stroked his cock, a picture of you in a black bikini on his phone screen and frankly the only thing he's focused on. He had been overly pent up lately.
And the only one his brain could think of as his cock jumped in his hand was you.
At first, he just put it off as teenage hormones. You know, something that would pass over as soon as it came along. But unfortunately for Yuji, that wasn't exactly the case. He had lost count of how many times he had jerked off to pictures of you he found on your Instagram. But he might as well be stupid, because he's having trouble counting the fucks he gives.
And frankly, he can't get past zero.
Yes, jerking off to the thought of you deep throating his dick wasn't exactly ethical, but it feltā¦ right. Like that was the one thing he needed. You.
Or maybe he's just too horny to think about anything else but you all the time.
Yujis fingers graze that sensitive spot on the underside of his cock and his hips jolt forward, pulling a curse from his lips. By now, jerking off was a regular thing for him. Stupid? Maybe. Desperate? He'll yeah it was. But did he care? Not really.
Yuji bit back a moan, biting his lip for support. Fuck he was going to cum. Hard. His strokes became more erratic and unrhythmic as he got closer and closer to his high, hips pumping into his fist desperately, thoughts of you racing through his mind like it was a normal thing. Like it was normal to think about spraying his cum all over your face. Like it was normal to dream about about fucking your face through his orgasim that ripped through him like a razor sharp knife to a piece of paper.
Like it was normal to have your name on his tongue as white streaks soaked his hand.
Well, maybe it wasn't normal, but did Yuji really care? Not really.
And he probably never will.
