LOST IN THE FIRE; fireman yuji x reader
in which; is it still arson if y/n l/n is purposefully setting things on fire so that the new fireman yuji itadori can come over and put them out? who can say, all y/n knows is she’s playing the long game to get him to douse another kind of fire. masterlist.
warnings!: smut, public sex, exhibitionism, oral (f receiving), masturbation, slightly submissive yuji, reader is a bit delusional, obsessive tendencies? maybe even slight yandere reader? himbo yuji, down bad reader (yuji is just as bad he just doesn’t know it), use of y/n for reader insert.
w/c: 4.6k
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the first incident was three weeks ago.
y/n’s new flat was nice enough. the big windows and high ceilings she had sought after. separate kitchen and dining rooms, expertly tiled flooring. the neighbour was a kind elderly woman and her husband, always knocking on the door to offer her a variety of baked goods.
it seemed, y/n’s endless search for the perfect apartment had proved fruitful. her friends had berated her; urging her to settle for something more realistic but she had been right in the end. y/n’s dream flat did exist, she was standing inside of it.
oh, little did she know. the tuscan style kitchen, the marble counters and thermal oven were not as perfect as they first seemed. y/n had hummed quietly under her breath; hair tucked away, sleeves rolled as she tasked herself with making a glaze for the cinnamon buns she had baking aaah for her nice neighbour as a thank you gift, when it seemed the old mechanical coils inside the oven weren’t having any of it and promptly set themselves on fire.
she had shrieked in surprise, hands flailing for a rag of some sort to beat the flames away. her attempts were futile, only angering the flames further (if that were possible, they were truly intent on destroying her poor cinnamon buns). in her panic, her fingers somehow found her phone and dialled 999.
the firemen were over in a flash, two grown men towering over her, muscles rippling even under the material of their fireproof uniform. one of them tasked himself with extinguishing the flames and attempting to salvage what was left of her kitchen; while the other fetched her some water to calm her down.
when he took of his helmet y/n’s breath hitched and her heart stalled. he was, simply put, beautiful. a strong jaw and sharp nose, hazel eyes peering down at her like little pools of honey. his full lips were pulled into a small smile, a gentle glint in his eyes that had y/n hot all over for another reason. when he stretched out his hand and told her his name was yuji and that the situation was completely in control, she heard the echoing sound of wedding bells ringing through her mind.
now, y/n l/n was most definitely a superstitious woman. were all women not? there was certainly a sort of intuitive aspect that came with being part of the greater sex. a sort of oneness with fate. y/n knew that if she dreamed of something then it was meant to be; it was the universes way of telling her that this thing would come to her, much like a snapshot into what could be in the future. so when that night she saw yuji, the sexy fireman carrying her past the threshold into her home; she saw exactly what she could have.
the new object of her desire; yuji itadori.
since then, y/n had another ‘incident’. although her oven had been completely visually burned beyond recognition, she found that it still roared with life at times. so last friday, with a full beat applied precariously onto her face and a tiny skirt around her hips y/n phoned up the emergency services once more.
“999, which service? ambulance, police, or fire?”
“fire, please!”
in a blur of red and white lights, a shrieking silence and a barrage of heavy footsteps, the fire was put out and y/n’s pretend panic was calmed. while his colleague tutted under his breath and busied himself with returning the water extinguisher, yuji turned to y/n - his eyes just as kind and as gentle as the first time that they met.
“you should really get that oven replaced.” he suggested. y/n nodded, eyebrows furrowed.
“i know, im just so scatterbrained sometimes! i keep forgetting!” she exclaimed, letting out a soft chuckle and shaking her head. “i don’t want to take up all of your time, so ill get it replaced tomorrow.”
yuji shook his head, a smile gracing his features. y/n noticed the scar by the side of his mouth- did he get that while on the job? there was another one across his nose bridge too, rough and jagged and oh, so enticing.
“it’s what we’re here for!” he said brightly. “i’d just hate for the oven to cause you anymore trouble, fire safety is all about being smart!”
he seemed rather passionate about fire safety, as though he really enjoyed his job. y/n felt her heart soften, it was rather endearing after all; how many people in the twenty-first century could say they loved their jobs to such an extent?
“you’re so right, thanks for saving me once again.” she said, offering him one of the dazzling smiles she kept in her back pocket. he patted her shoulder as he walked out, the skin where his hand had touched shivering with electric sparks.
yuji was right of course, she couldn’t continue to live with a volatile appliance in her home; as much as it brought her joy to see yuji dousing them out for her. moreover, she couldn’t keep calling the emergency services for the same issue, after all, what if they put her on some sort of blacklist!
that night she begrudgingly placed an order for a brand new state of the arts modern oven, almost slightly irate as she saw the delivery date was set for the next morning. she knew that she was getting ahead of herself, she did tend to be delusional at times, but only because of her unwavering confidence in herself.
an evil, sneaky little voice rang through y/n’s head; whispering its little cheeky ploys. how many times had her oven combusted? twice? but y/n had never said anything about her stovetop…
she’d be calling the fire brigade for a third time, but that’s the saying after all- third times a charm!
whoever came up with that saying had not been trying to seduce a sexy fireman, y/n surmised, as the third time had most definitely not been the charm.
her sudden and unexpected infatuation with yuji had not reduced at all, if anything the more time passed the more her mind wondered as to what he was doing, and where he was. it only proved to strengthen when he wasn’t the fireman on duty after her most recent incident, she was stuck with a burly man with poorly bleached blonde hair and an obnoxious laugh.
not a good outcome at all.
y/n huffed as she wiped a bead of sweat off of her brow bone. her morning gym session had proven to be just as cathartic as always, a nice way to get her body pumping with endorphins and an excuse to day dream wildly on the treadmill.
as she peered at her reflection in the mirror; admiring her pump, she thought for a moment. perhaps she had been attacking this from the complete wrong angle. after all, what fireman would want to get to know a woman ridden with fire hazards? such an oxymoron, it was almost laughable.
y/n felt a small grin grace her features as she plotted. her manicured hands gripped the handle of her water bottle, ready to leave the gym and go straight home - ready to begin phase two of her master plan. it seemed fate had other plans, as when the girl whirled around she was met with the harshness of a supple, muscular chest.
a gasp ripped through her and her neck snapped up, ready to apologise to the recipient of her absentmindedness. the apology stay stuck in her throat as her sharp eyes raked in the man before her.
what a coincidence, it seemed her knight in a fireman’s uniform went to the same gym as her.
“my bad!” he exclaimed, pulling his airpod out of his ear. his eyes crinkled as he recognised the familiar face, teeth bared in a friendly grin. “fancy seeing you here, little miss fire hazard.”
y/n scoffed playfully, tossing her shoulders back. “i’ll have you know i replaced that oven.”
“oh yeah? i did wonder, especially when hakari told me he had to make another visit to your apartment.”
hakari? oh, must be the blonde brute that answered her beckoning the previous time. y/n was not entirely pleased at putting a name to the face - seeing as he had made such a mess of her apartment, completely utterly like a bull in a china shop, knocking down all of her trinkets as he came to her ‘rescue’.
“that was before the new one arrived.” y/n said, her voice a cheeky tone. “i’ve had no issues since, ive been taking fire safety extra seriously.”
yuji’s grinned widened. “taking my advice?”
“of course i am, yuji.” she answered. “gotta listen to the expert - don’t i?”
“you said it.” he teased. “i didn’t get your name, last time. y’wanna tell me or shall i keep calling you miss fire hazard?”
your future wife, she thought. “y/n. y/n l/n.”
though y/n was sweaty and bare faced, not in the state she’d like to be when attempting to woo another gentleman suitor, a delicious idea creeped through her mind. her previous assumptions had been correct, she’d been going about this in the complete wrong direction.
y/n was anything if not persistent. yuji’s body language told her everything she needed to know, all he needed was a sweet persuasion to push him over the deep end.
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who didn't like brownies?
decadent and fudgy, adorned with rich chocolate pieces and a pinch of a flaky sea salt. arguably the perfect sweet treat after a long day, or any day at all. y/n's secret weapon had always been her skills in the kitchen. always quick to whip up a masterpiece as if it was nothing. and her brownie recipe, that was one that she had preened to perfection.
the late afternoon air was hot and humid, the smell of petrol from the cars and pollen from the trees lining the air hung heavy in the air; so thick she could almost taste it - the warmth of the air caressing her bare legs.
she hoped that her efforts would not be wasted. an hour in the kitchen, another in the bedroom getting all dolled up. her efforts for what exactly, you may ask? well, phase two of her master plan - gratitude.
of course, it wasn't complete pretence: she was grateful that they had minimised the damage to her new kitchen, and that they had swiftly put out any fire that had occurred; especially as electrical fires were said to be the most dangerous. however, she certainly was exaggerating her gratitude just a tick. oh well, alls fair in love and war.
the entrance to the fire station was wide and practical, built for speed rather than decoration. large carmine garage doors stood at the front, tall enough for the fire engines to drive straight through. beside them was a glass door leading into the station itself. the smell of fuel and rubber lingered in the air, mixed with the faint scent of cleaning products. her eyes dragged along the entrance, searching for a familiar head of pink hair. in the corner of her eye, she could see a small day room, a lounge like area where the majority of the loud laughs were coming from.
"can we help you?" a voice sounded as she crossed the threshold. y/n's head snapped up, gaze meeting with that of a woman's. she was in similar stature to y/n, with dark shiny hair and streaky highlights. her face was adorned with a set of small silver studs.
"um, yeah. can you point me to where yuji is? i'm here for him." y/n said, though her tone was uncertain. was there a woman on their team? no, she couldn't be a firefighter, her clothes were to causal, her makeup carefully applied. she was exactly the same as y/n - here for someone.
she had to stop, she was being silly and jealous over a man who wasn't even hers. still - the thought of this woman lounging around with the firefighters all day was enough to prick at her heart.
"yuu-chan!" she called, glancing behind her. "come to the front, there's someone here for you?"
yuu-chan? oh no, had y/n been a complete and total fool? was the woman before her... yuji's girlfriend?
the hand that gripped the bag containing the treats shook with annoyance, her other hand gripping her hip with enough pressure to crush a diamond. suddenly, she felt like an utter idiot, and embarrassment rushed through her like a sour reckoning.
"kirara? who's here to see- oh!"
yuji still looked as happy and as charming as he did the day before, at the gym with sweat beading at his temples. he wasn't wearing his entire uniform, merely the black compression top and the baggy cargo pants. the heavy boots on his feet exaggerated his footsteps; each step closer a decisive hammer to the nail of y/n's coffin of embarrassment.
"y/n? what are you doing here?" he asked, offering her a small grin. "don't tell my your whole house set itself on fire this time?"
y/n shook her head, conscious of kirara's viridian gaze. "i've brought you a thank you gift."
yuji's eyes looked downwards, glancing at the bag in y/n's clutches. his grin stretched further, if that was even possible. "you didn't need to do that!"
gosh, did he have to be so nice to her when his girlfriend was stood right there? it was difficult for y/n to keep her strange infatuation at bay, especially when she could feel kirara burning holes into her back.
"well i wanted to show my appreciation." she said, offering him a small smile. "but i think i'm probably overstepping here, so you take these and i'll be off."
she handed him the bag, waiting for him to bid her goodbye and get back to whatever it is he had been doing before but yuji's smile faltered and his brows furrowed. overstep? whatever could she mean?
"what do you mean overstep?" he asked slowly, as though he was considering her words. y/n's back straightened, her eyebrow raised.
"well your girlfriend is here, isn't she? i don't want to intrude on your relationship?"
now yuji was overly confused, his girlfriend? where had y/n gotten that idea? there were no girls here, well apart from kirara; but she was hakari's fiancée! yuji knew he wasn't the brightest bulb, but he could not understand what y/n meant for the life of him. after all, he had given her his name when he helped her with her oven - was that not a clear sign of interest?
"y/n i'm sorry i'm really confused. my girlfriend?"
y/n scoffed, raising her eyebrows incredulously. she was stood right with them! the woman whirled around to her right, ready to point at kirara but it seemed that in her embarrassment she hadn't noticed kirara slip away and leave. oh god... had she hallucinated the entire interaction?
"... she was right here!" y/n uttered incredulously. "she called you yuu-chan!"
"kirara?" yuji exclaimed in alarm, hands raised as though he was surrendering. when y/n nodded curtly, he couldn't help but let out a bark of laughter, muscles finally relaxing.
"she's hakari's fiancé!" he laughed. "she just comes to hang out at the station sometimes when we're on the late shift, y'know, keep hakari company."
y/n breathed a sigh of relief, a smile finally allowing itself to spread across her face. she had been truly silly, truly blinded by a strange jealousy to accuse the poor woman of being yuji's girlfriend. the relief at the open spot lifted her spirits tremendously.
"i'm being so silly." she said finally, letting out a giggle. "i really thought you two were together."
"not at all!" yuji added, stretching out his hand. "let me see these gifts you brought, then."
y/n handed him the bag, watching earnestly as yuji opened the tupperware with one hand, taking an excited sniff of the brownies. his eyes seemed to gleam with excitement.
"how did you know i liked brownies!" the pink haired man exclaimed. y/n shrugged.
"everyone likes brownies." she conceded. yuji offered her another grin, his scar stretched.
"no one likes brownies better than me." he huffed. then, after a pause, he chose his words carefully, offering y/n a proposal she couldn't refuse. "y'wanna come with me to the break room to try one?"
"well, it would be rude not to." she said casually, though her heart was racing wildly. step two of the plan was proving a success! yuji beckoned her with his hand, and she followed after him slowly, eyes wide as she raked in the fire station.
the break room felt more like a shared living room than part of a workplace. a worn sofa and several armchairs faced a television mounted on the wall, while a low coffee table sat cluttered with magazines, newspapers, and half-empty mugs. photos from past station events and charity fundraisers decorated the walls. a soft crackling emitted from the radio, ready to alert the firemen at a moments notice. surprisingly, it was devoid of other people , bar the two adults who had just walked in.
"is it just you and hakari tonight?" y/n questioned. yuji shook his head, setting the bag onto the counter and fishing around for the tupperware.
"nah, the others are in the standby room. there's a tv in there so they're watching the match."
"you not salty about missing out on all of the fun?" y/n teased. yuji glanced behind him, a cheeky glint in his eye.
"i'm in good company." he replied. his calloused hands reached for the treats sitting proudly in the container, raising a fudgy brownie to his lips. as he bit into it, his eyes sparkled in delight.
"this is really good!" he exclaimed through a mouthful. "you really outdid yourself with these!"
his compliments caused a flutter of flurry in y/n's stomach, her heart doing a joyful leap.
"it was nothing really." she said, in pretend humility. yuji merely hummed, his mouth too busy with seeing how many of the chocolatey treats it could inside it fit at once.
"have one!" he pressed through a mouthful of cake. y/n shook her head.
"oh no, they were a gift!" she insisted. her mind thought back to the five brownies she had stuffed in her face before coming here, and her stomach gave her a soft groan of displeasure.
"no go on, if you don't i'll eat the whole plate." yuji said again, swallowing thickly. he broke off a large chunk of the treat, stepping over to y/n in two large strides. "here."
her eyes flicked up, boring deeply into his honey-like orbs. his almond set eyes were slightly hooded, glancing down at her with an expression she couldn’t name. y/n’s heart hammered wildly as he brought the morsel to her lips, noticing his breath hitch as she took a bite.
the sweetness of the chocolate exploded her tastebuds, yet she maintained his gaze as she chewed, offering an exaggerated hum which caused the corners of the taller man’s mouth to twist.
“you’ve got something… there.” yuji breathed, voice no louder than a whisper. his thumb brushed against her lips, her heart beat wildly and she felt an all too familiar tug below her navel -her core teasing with flames.
y/n stepped closer to him, so close she could hear every single breath he took, she could count the specks of lighter brown in his irises. yuji seemed hypnotised, almost in a trance as his head bent lower.
his scarred mouth brushed against hers, barely touching, so close but oh, so far away. his breath was cool against her face, as though he was testing the waters.
y/n's heart hammered against her chest. 'fuck this' she thought. how much effort had the woman put in thus far? she wasn't wasting anymore time, she was ready to take the plunge.
so she dove in.
his lips were softer than they looked, firm against hers, moving in perfect symphony. the kiss was everything she dreamed of and more, he tasted like an aphrodisiac and cologne, the sweetness of the chocolate he ate earlier invading her senses - the perfect vice. her breathing stalled as she pressed deeper, her teeth nipping his bottom lip, sucking it softly.
"ah, fuck." he breathed into her, a hand gripping the back of her head, the other reaching lower, massaging the fat of her ass. the feeling of her teeth nipping him softly seemed to ignite a fire he didn't know was burning, his hunger for the woman before him became all consuming.
yuji's attack on her mouth changed, he wasn't letting her set the pace this time, he was desperate, hungry even, for more. more of her, as much as possible, all at once. their tongues met in a strange cacophony of hedonism. his knees almost buckled as her hand threaded its way through his salmon tresses, a groan tearing through him as she tugged at the strands.
the pink haired man broke away, licking his lips, panting as he caught his breath. he had tasted her, he had felt their pleasure entwined into one experience and he never wanted to feel anything but that. his head dipped, pressing chaste kisses to her jaw, her chin, her neck, tongue sticking out to lap at the soft skin.
y/n clenched her thighs in anticipation, soft sighs tearing through her. she reached a hand up the material of yuji's t-shirt, her smaller hand scratching at the flesh of his back.
“yuji.” she murmured, her head lolling back as she felt his sharp fangs against the skin of her neck. “what if someone walks in.”
“i don’t care.” he rumbled against her. “let them.”
the words alone had y/n feeling hot all over, electric shocks sparking in her tummy. the back of her hand weaved through yuji’s hair once more, soft moans slipping from his lips at the tension of her gripping the strands.
"i need to taste you." he whispered, breath gruff with desire. when she reached a hand up to brush a wavy lock out of his face, the man shuddered.
he lifted her up, her legs wrapping around him, locking herself against him. yuji awkwardly waded backwards, setting himself down so he was sat behind the couch, hidden by passersby. y/n was on her lap. she gazed at him through her eyelashes, eyelids heavy, before rocking her hips back and forth, once, twice. not only did yuji feel incredible beneath her, but the mere idea of them engaging in something sinful on the carpet of his workplace sent a thrill down her spine.
yuji felt a shiver of pleasure jolt through him, the blood rushing from his head and straight to his clothed cock. he bucked his hips up, hands flying to her hips as she rocked herself onto him once more.
he nips at her pulse, thumbs hooking around the material of her shorts, tearing them off in one clean movement. y/n gasped at the desperation in his actions, a sort of anticipation clouding over her.
"sit on my face." he told her. "please."
"well, if you're asking so nicely." y/n teased, squeezing her legs together before pushing yuji flat onto the carpet. y/n's legs felt wobbly, her heart hammering as she waddled on her knees until her clothed pussy was just above yuji's chin. she was embarrassingly wet, had been since yuji's hand had met her face. he wasn't making it any better either, his fingers pinching the fabric of her lacy panties, watching as her soaked cunt swallowed the material in greed.
y/n's hole pulsed and her clit throbbed, walls fluttering around nothing as she waited for yuji's next move. his hazel eyes glazed over, completely entranced by the woman before him.
her skin burns where she feels his touch against her fat lips as he tears her panties with the same effortless rip as before; tossing the soaked and rather stringy material to the side. y/n sighed, hips bucking at nothing, legs shaking at the thought of yuji's mouth against her heated slit. her bare pussy glistened in the darkness of the room, almost like a beacon.
"go on, baby. put all of your weight on me. i can take it." yuji slurred.
y/n felt desire control her - she didn't need to be told twice. slowly, she sunk herself fully against yuji's already waiting tongue, arching her back as she felt him place a slow lick from the bottom of her tight hole up to her sensitive clit. the taste alone had yuji seeing white, his eyes shining as he glanced at y/n as though she hung the moon and the stars.
"fuck, yuji." y/n moaned, her hands finding solace against the wall behind them. "you feel so good."
his words are inaudible as he begins his assault on her pussy, her juices slowly dripping down his chin, tongue completely hypnotised by her pussy. yuji relished the taste of her, gobbling at her folds and sucking her clit as though he was a man starved. his left arm kept a harsh grip on her thighs, keeping her pressed against him as y/n whined and squirmed above.
her knees on either side of his head kept him locked into place, her hips rolling against his face, almost as though she was fucking herself against him. yuji was surrounded by nothing other than y/n's pussy: the smell of it, the taste of it, and she was a drug.
he was high, dizzy with pleasure, almost rabidly devouring the woman before him. his cock was burning with need, tugging uncomfortably under the waistband of his shorts. with his free hand, he reached under and fished it out, squeezing it tightly in his grasp, the tip already slick with precum.
he’d masturbated at least a hundred times, his cock had found solace within his grasp more times than he could count; but this was completely different. his mind was shut off entirely, he couldn’t think about anything but y/n and her perfect pussy. jolts of pleasure surged through him, his cock sore with arousal as he fucked into his fist and suddenly he can’t breathe. yuji’s entirely engulfed by y/n’s pussy; her clit rubbing against his nose, his tongue buried deep in her hole. he thinks that this, this is heaven. the feeling of him rutting like an animal against his clenched fist, y/n’s puffy lips pressed against his face. there’s no place in the world that he’d rather be.
“cum on my face.” he manages to utter, the vibrations from his voice giving way to a whole new realm of pleasure for y/n.
“please.” he adds, and it’s like a whine, like a dog begging for a treat from its owner.
y/n felt a moan rip through her as yuji's groans vibrated through her pussy. he thrust his cock into his fist, the stimulation only motivating him further. white hot pleasure surged through y/n, her eyes dazzled by black spots.
"m'gna cum!" she cried, grinding herself harder against yuji's face. her back arched further, her sensitivity reaching its peak. yuji wasn't any further behind her, fucking his cock into his fist -hypnotised. his vision swam; his heart raced, he was completely and utterly pussy drunk. the altar was y/n's hips, and he prayed against it earnestly.
y/n uttered his name like a mantra, like a prayer to a god as her orgasm tore through her. her head rolled back, her hips rabid against yuji's face, her hole throbbing. a ripple of fireworks spread through her nervous system, her legs clenched.
his pursuit faltered slightly, his tongue slower and more calculated, as though he was hellbent on licking up every last drop of y/n's arousal. his hips still thrusted up into his fist, legs shaking and breath uneven as he chased his own high.
yuji's thrusts became more erratic, his moans broken and incoherent as he shattered like a wave against the rocks, breath caught between a moan and a prayer. his thrusts became animalistic as he spurted his abdomen his release, breath ragged like torn silk as he overstimulated himself -the tip of his cock red hot and angry.
y/n panted above him, and slowly, she slid off of his face and onto the space next to him. yuji's hand reached for her neck, pulling her into him; their lips meeting in a sinfully messy embrace. their kiss was almost sloppy, and y/n felt a dirty tug in her abdomen at the taste of her own cum.
when they broke apart, yuji pressed a few chaste kisses to her blushed lips. he smiled against her despite himself.
“i should probably go wash off.” he says, pressing another peck to the tip of y/n’s nose.
she lets out a satisfied sigh as yuji peels his body off of hers, getting up off of the floor and watching as he wiped her cum off of his face (not before licking his lips completely clean). phase two, by her standards, was a success.
her mind whirred at 100mph. phase three of ‘bagging the sexy fireman’ was already underway.
little did she know, one taste of the heat between her legs and yuji was already smitten.
a/n: pics r from pinterest, hope you enjoy! i really didn’t think that megumi would be a fireman too, but hakari on the other hand…
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