movies and makeouts w your bestfriend !
content. mdni, fem!reader, bestfriend!yuuji, dry humping, several mentions of spit/saliva, makeout, confessing feelings (only like a sentence or so), mentions of masturbation, consent king!yuuji, yuuji is super handsy, not proofread.
author's note. this is my first nsfw fic likeâ ever! iâm happy with it but if thereâs anything specific i need to work on please let me know! thank you, enjoy!
word count. 1.3k
things started out harmless, truly. yuuji had phoned you after a particularly rough mission and asked if you wanted to come over to his dorm to watch a movie or two. obviously, youâd said yes. I mean, itâs yuuji weâre talking about. what kind of best friend would you be if you said no?
heâd already taken his place on the couch, his arms wrapped around a plushy while you were in the kitchen practically tearing the pantry apart looking for snacks. âi thought you said you had popcorn!â
âi do!â he yelled from the other room âcan you not find it?âÂ
âno?! i donât know how you find anythingâ ever! this pantry looks like a hurricane has been through it!â
âhold on! i'll be right there!â
you heard his footsteps before you saw him, surprised at how loud they were despite him wearing socks. when yuuji finally does the threshold you stand up and make your way towards the pantry. âsee?? itâs a disaster!â you exclaim as your hands hold open the doors. âwhaâ it is not! look! the popcorn is right there!â he says as he reaches over your smaller frame to grab it. all of a sudden, you became very aware of how close you both were. how warm his chest was on your backâ how strong his hands looked. you froze. and judging by how quickly he moved away, you assumed he realized it too. he all but shoved the plastic wrapped rectangle in your hands and rushed back to the living room.
yuuji had always been a little iffy about being physical with you, even if it was only in a friendly way. but his eyes did what his body never could. even when you would hang out with nobara and megumi, his eyes were glued to you. they wandered from your hands, up your arms, slowed down at your collarbone, and lingered on your breasts. you'd caught him staring a few times but he's bound to, i mean he's a guy, that's what guys do. plus, he's never made you uncomfortable. it's not like you haven't done the same.
after the popcorn was done and poured into a bowl, you made your way to the living room. you sat down, set the bowl between you two, and got comfy. the movie was fine, maybe a little boring for your taste. it probably wouldâve been more enjoyable if you could stop your mind from wandering places it shouldn'tâ especially since the boy you couldn't get out of your head was less than 2 feet away. but you couldn't help yourself. an image popped into your headâ it was the time youâd seen him sparring with megumi, shirtless and sweaty and absolutely sinful. god a body like that should be illegal. as much as you told yourself you shouldn't think of your best friend like that, your body thought the opposite. and that night you couldn't help but stick your hand between your thighs. and when you came? he was the only thought in your head. it was difficult being around him after that, but you couldn't just ghost him. it wasn't his fault you were acting like a cat in heat. so you pushed those feelings down, or at least you thought you did.. but tonight had you questioning that.
âhey. is everything okay?â his voice cut right through your thoughts and your embarrassment had to have been painted on your face. "yeah of course! why do you ask yuu?â hoping he wouldnât hear the hint of nervousness in your voice. he studied your face for a moment before speaking again âyou just seemed to be thinking about something, mustâve been scandalous cause you look like i just caught you committing a crime.â he laughed. âoh. noâ donât worry, everythingâs good.â you mustered up the most convincing smile you could. it seemed to work because he nodded and turned back to the movie.
âactuallyâ itâs notâ you spoke abruptly. your mouth moved before your mind even registered that you started talking. âi really like you, yuuji and i have for a really long time. and iâm sorry if that ruins our friendship i just cant hidââ before you knew it his lips were on yours, hungry and desperate. your hands snaked around his neck, fingers tugging at his messy, pink hair. his hands were at your side, then your back, under your boobs, on your thighs, squeezing your ass, if he could reachâ his hands were there. your mind was running a mile a minute, heart racing, you were panting into his mouth. you found yourself missing the taste of him as he pulled away. a string of saliva connecting the two of you âwe donât have to do anything if you donât want to.â he said between breaths, his chest heaving, and his face flushed. âyuuji- this is absolutely what i want.â
that was all he needed. he dragged you into his lap immediately. legs on either side of his, your clothed core flush against his. you didnât have time to think before his lips were smushed against yours again. he groaned, his hands around your back pulling you further into him. he could feel your boobs against his chest and his head spun. you felt his tongue push against the seam of your lips and you gladly parted them. you felt spit gather at the corners of your mouth, no doubt it looked pornographic. you didnât care though, you could hardly formulate a thought let alone feel embarrassed.
his hands found their way just below your breasts, he massaged the clothed skin with his thumbs. god, you were so soft. you were perfectâ like putty in his hands, gasping into his mouth and drool pooling at the corners of your mouth. he was stuttering his hips into yours shamelessly. if he knew you felt this way about him he wouldâve confessed his own feelings a long time ago. his hands ventured lower and he reached the hem of your shirt. he pushed under it and his thumbs grazed your hardened nipples. the warmth of his handsâ his lips on yoursâ and the feeling of his raging hard-on under his sweats brushing against your center were almost enough to make you come right there. you whimpered, overstimulated in the best possible way. it was absolutely pathetic, and yuuji knew that he wouldn't forget the sound even if he wanted to.
your lips finally detached at the sound of your moan, spit trailing down both of your chins as you pulled away. you were catching your breath as you tried to steady yourself, his hands hadnât left their spot underneath your shirt. he was holding you in placeâ grounding you.Â
âu-uhm we should probably stop thereâ you suggested, even though you wanted nothing more than to go further.
âyeah.. we probably should,â he replied. though neither of you attempted to get up. the two of you sat there for what felt like an eternityâ waiting for the other to get up, to put an end to this. because if you didnât.. this wasnât exactly a boundary that you could uncross.
 âokay,â you said, still straddling him.Â
âokay,â he responds, hands lingering under your breasts.
watching each other, waiting. several moments pass until you mumble something. âcan you kiss me again?â
ârepeat that for me,â he says.
âi want you to kiss me again,â you say, louder this time. a hint of embarrassment on your cheeks. he nods.Â
he leans in and presses his lips against yours. youâre hoping he wonât break the kiss until you do. so you take your time before facing him again, afraid that once you pull awayâ this moment will truly end. youâre staring at each other again, lips wet with spit.
âone more?â he asks shyly. one more couldn't hurt, right?
âwe donât have to stop..â you mutter against his lips. he hums happily in response and his hands are moving once again.
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