#ryuji x reader

With him, the aftermath has become your favorite part of secretly falling in love with sleeping with your college professor.

It’s absolutely nothing like the awkward post-sex tango with other partners – namely guys your age – that had unfortunately made up the entirety of your intimate experiences. Boys who grunt barbarically through their messy high, roll their clunky bodies off of you (if you were particularly lucky), and fall asleep without ceremony. In those days, bonus points were awarded to those who could actually remember your name without guessing or be bothered to stay awake long enough to give you a ride home afterwards.

But not with Professor Matsuyama Ryuji. Since the day you walked into his lecture hall, bright-eyed and ready to learn what would become so much more than just psychopathology from him, you’ve been reminded every single second why he is far better for you than any of those rejects from before.

It doesn't matter the location. Nor whether it had been a long, multi-orgasm experience, or a quickie in the supply closet next to the lecture hall. Ryuji insists every single time without fail, his deep voice honeyed but stern – “Let me take care of you.”

Sometimes that means he’s literally cleaning up the mess at the apex of your thighs with the silky tie you'd yanked off of his neck just twenty minutes earlier. Other times it means that he's holding you wrapped up in his arms in his office, using his university-issued desktop to show you funny cat videos that make you giggle adorably for him. On Tuesday nights, when you're leaving your final class of the evening and he’s still neck deep in grading assignments, he sneakily grabs your waist from behind to pull you into his office, insisting that you take an hour from your studying schedule to eat the bento box he'd prepared for you.

But tonight would certainly go down in both of your books as your favorite form of aftercare. You’re propped against a mountain of plush pillows, the lights of his bedroom dimmed romantically for your first encounter together in an actual bed, and honestly? You feel like royalty. You’d already orgasmed twice and him once, but here he is between your thighs anyway, bare, broad shoulders parting your shaking legs just for him.

“Aftercare,” he’d insisted as always, though you’re pretty sure that having him erotically suck and lick through your swollen folds is far beyond what should be considered aftercare. Even so, you can’t bring yourself to complain about the way his hot, wet tongue flattens to collect the evidence of your arousal, or how easily his ring and middle fingers slide into your fluttering hole.

You especially can’t complain when the pads of those two fingers curl deliciously against the special spot inside you, your entire sweat-glistening body arching in pleasure towards him, begging for more direct contact with him. And Ryuji? Well, the black abyss of his pupils have dilated so much that you’d hardly be able to guess he has gorgeous, chestnut-colored eyes. He blinks as little as possible, ensuring he can absorb every inch of your sweet curves writhing against his bedsheets.

I mean sure, in the back of his mind he probably comprehends that it might be considered inappropriate for a professor to be eating out his student - let alone falling deeply, madly, in love with her. But Ryuji Matsuyama can't bring himself to care for a second. Not when you look the way you do pressed into the mattress underneath him. Not when you sound the way you do when he touches you just right. Not when you taste the way you do on his tongue, after he's already made you cum against his bedsheets twice tonight.

Because after all, he is quite a young professor, right? And you're simply not that much younger than him. So it’s okay to drown himself in these feelings for you . . . right?

But when your beautiful, needy voice cries out for him, finally calling him by his given name and not just Professor Matsuyama as he’d been trying to coax you into for weeks and weeks, it’s all worth it. Worth whatever kind of guilt might secretly weigh on his conscience for fucking one of his students who should probably be sleeping with people her own age. Worth the possibility of losing his cushy job if it ever came to that. Even worth giving up any opportunity to uncover any information about the afterlife. Worth it. Worth it. Worth it.

“Ryuji!” you gasp when his teeth scrape lightly, just testing against your swollen, sensitive clit. And normally, if you were in his office or in the lab, or in some dingy supply closet he’d dragged you into, he’d have to shush you, to tell you to be a good girl and keep quiet for him. But now, he’d finally brought you home. Brought you into his bed. He knows now that he’ll never going to get enough of this, of hearing you reach your peak for him at full volume. This could be your home too. Could be your bed to sleep in with him every night.

“Cum for me, pretty baby,” he murmurs huskily into your folds, “Just one more time and then I’ll really take care of you . . . I know you’re sensitive.” It’s that voice . . . the one you hear every day in a lot of different and contrasting ways. And when you think about how you listen to him lecture you about psychology, then command you to cum with an even raspier tone, it sends you careening over the edge of the cliff, the coil in your belly snapping as you gush all over Ryuji's face and soak his sheets. The third time really is the charm.

Ryuji moans, his thick eyebrows knitting together as he drinks in your mess. He could probably cum untouched, just like this - studying the way you come undone for him once again. His expert tongue and lithe fingers work in tandem to prolong your gorgeous high as long as possible, your entire body spasming and shaking for him by the end. He wants to memorize this moment with you. Keep it forever.

Most guys you'd known would pull away from you now. Would expect you to return the favor and get on your knees; if they’d even given you the opportunity to experience this pleasure in the first place. But Ryuji, he looks up at you through dark, fluffy lashes as though you'd done him a favor, the look alone making your breath catch in your chest and your heart race in your ears. He’s gentle about removing his fingers from the fluttering grip of your tight hole, his plush lips pressing a sweet, final kiss to your slippery folds before sitting up. Soft hands massage the meaty flesh of your hips, then slide up your ribcage, gently soothing your overstimulated body without uttering a word. Goosebumps erupt like wildfire across your bare skin, and you smile as his lips capture yours in a tender kiss that both allows you to feel his deep emotions for you and taste yourself on his tongue.

“Let’s take a bath together,” he offers, lovingly brushing some sweat-soaked hair out of your face. You hum, pleasure-glazed eyes trying desperately to focus in on him as he speaks. A sweet, lazy grin spreads across his face at the heaviness of your eyelids, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. “Rest, little one. I’ll take care of everything.”

You're really learning to believe him, because he always does. Ryuji always takes care of you.

Strong arms lift you after an undisclosed amount of time, your hazy mind and body floating somewhere between reality and a cozy dream. You gasp in surprise, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck and snuggling yourself closer to him as he carries you off to the bathroom.

You notice that the lights have been dimmed in here too, candles of various heights burning cozily on every flat surface in the space. His luxurious clawfoot bathtub stands filled with lavender-scented bubbles, steam radiating off the surface more invitingly than anything you've ever seen.

Ryuji is extra gentle, almost reverant, in slipping your already naked form into the water, the tight muscles of your back, shoulders, and lower body relaxing instantly. You feel the breath catch in your chest as his muscular body settles in behind you, pulling you back to rest against him - skin-to-skin. This is a first for you, not just with Ryuji, but ever. Soaking in a tub under flickering candlelight with someone you may or may not be in love with is a whole new level of intimacy. Out of your periphery, you notice a sidetable filled with your favorite snacks, two bottles of water, and even your favorite champagne. It's at this point that you feel the emotions get the better of you, and tears pool in your normally bright eyes. Behind you, Ryuji stiffens as he notices the distinct glimmer of tears, and the way your body tenses up as you try to hide it.

“Did I hurt you earlier, love?” he whispers, eyebrows furrowed in concern despite the fact that your escapades hadn’t been particularly rough this evening. Certainly not the roughest the two of you had ever been. You shake your head, trying in vain to clear the emotions making you feel so insignificant and unworthy of this kind of love. “What is it, then? You can tell me,” he coos, his lips grazing the shell of your ear as he places a kiss to your temple.

“I just . . . I’ve never been treated like this before. So gently. Like royalty. I don’t know if I deserve it,” you admit quietly, hoping that you saying it outloud won't make him realize it too.

Ryuji purses his lips in thought while shushing you and holding you close, frustration and anger threatening to boil over. Because what kind of monsters had you been sharing a bed with that made you feel like you weren't worthy of being cared for once the heat of passion was over? What absolute idiots hadn't seen that you are the most precious treasure on this planet, deserving of all this and so much more? But eventually a sly smirk begins to creep its way onto his face as he realizes that this is exactly why those boys your age don’t deserve you. Exactly why he needs to protect you and keep you for himself as long as you'd let him. Exactly why he is going to benefit from their incredible loss.

Because you should never let a boy do a real man’s job.

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𐔌 ryohei arisu 𐦯

𐔌 niragi suguru 𐦯

𐔌 daikichi karube 𐦯

𐔌 matsuyama ryuji 𐦯

𐔌 morizono aguni 𐦯

𐔌 segawa chota 𐦯

𐔌 hida nobuoaki 𐦯

Kazuya is forced to project control and authority in the games, making intimacy an intense transaction of dominance to protect himself from vulnerability.

His preferred position is Missionary.

Kazuya prefers it because it allows him complete sight of you: your expressions, your vulnerability, and the pleasure only he can give you. The sensation it produces for him is one of absolute physical control that disguises the emotional connection that terrifies him.

He uses his weight and the firmness of his movements to immobilize you... this act is a safety measure to keep his own emotional barriers up, fearing that a moment of weakness might make him lose control over himself and end up uttering those forbidden words. His dark eyes never leave your face, seeking the reflection of the passion he refuses to name.

While his penetrations are decisive and firm, his voice is a low, possessive murmur, very close to your ear. His words affect you, though you would never tell him, serving as an affirmation of ownership that conceals a deeper feeling.

“Look me in the eyes” he will order with fierce intensity, his hot breath against your jaw. “You are mine. I’m the one giving you all of this. Don't forget it.”

The man gives you the most intense pleasure as an act of desperation in this world without rules, hoping the physical bond he creates is sufficient for you to survive and stay by his side.

Banda Sunato:

The dynamic you have with Banda is that of stalker and victim, where intimacy is another form of psychological torture and confinement, reflecting his cold and manipulative nature. His preferred position is Spooning, entering from behind and cradling you in a way that makes you feel completely trapped.

Banda chooses it because it provides him with a feeling of total confinement and psychological control. He keeps you prisoner between the wall and his slender but iron-hard body, your back against his chest, preventing you from seeing his expression.

This forces you to feel his breath on your neck, while he can whisper directly into your ear, making his twisted voice resonate in your mind. For him, it is a pleasure to break your will while giving you what appears to be a hug.

In the middle of the act, he will use his ability to manipulate, not to praise, but to degrade and remind you how vulnerable you are, seeking your desperation.

“Do you like it?” he will ask in his soft, false tone. “Don’t worry. Youre mine, and I’ll make you feel good until you confess it. Confess that you only want me, and maybe I will think about letting you go.”

Ryuji: Matsuyama

Ryuji and you maintain a friends-with-benefits relationship within the Borderland survival team. Although he is reserved, you are each other's emotional anchor. His favorite position is Cowgirl, where you ride him.

Ryuji prefers it because it is the only moment where he allows himself to release obsessive control over everything and simply feel. This position allows him to observe and actively participate in the passion, maintaining eye contact and the possibility of talking or kissing you. He uses the strength of his notably muscular upper body, not to direct your hips, but to hold you with a desperate firmness, his hands gripping your waist, communicating an intense need that his voice would never admit.

The sensation he experiences is vulnerability and emotional connection; it is the only time he allows himself the luxury of forgetting logic.

“You’re the only real thing right now. Kiss me” he will say in his usually serious voice, now tense with pleasure.

Nobu:

Your relationship with Nobu is one of boyfriend and girlfriend, based on intense and fragile emotional dependence. He lives with a constant fear of abandonment, so his favorite position is any that guarantees maximum contact and the certainty that you will not leave, such as sitting face-to-face with your legs wrapped around his waist.

Nobu needs this position because it provides him with a feeling of extreme intimacy and constant reassurance. He must see your eyes, your face, and have your arms around his neck to believe that you are truly there with him. Intimacy for Nobu is not pleasure, but the temporary abolition of his fear.

His movements are often uncertain, but desperate; his voice is full of gratitude and palpable need.

“Y/N, dont go. Look at me, please,” he will plead in his nervous voice, clinging to you. “Just tell me you won’t leave, okay? I can't... I can't bear this without you. You're the only thing I have.”

Ikeno:

Ikeno and you are teammates, with him being the leader and you a subordinate he uses for his pleasure. His favorite position is the one that allows him total objectification and physical dominance: Doggy Style.

Ikeno chooses it because it produces a feeling of raw domination and heightened ego. He doesn't need visual connection or intimacy, he just needs proof of his power over you. This position is inherently dehumanizing, and the fact that he doesn't have to see your face while possessing you is an extra point for his cruel personality.

His words are always of arrogant degradation, seeking to remind you of his status and how little you are worth without him.

“Hold still and do your part,” he will order with a cynical smile, his voice loud and clear. “Remember Im only using you for my own satisfaction. In this world, only winners matter, and you kneel before one. So don’t complain.”

Aguni:

Your relationship with Aguni is marked by the intensity of his trauma and his struggle for control in Borderland. Outside of the games, he is a tough man who converts all his emotions into rage, but intimacy is the only place where his military facade breaks. His internal pain over the death of his best friend has left him emotionally closed off and unable to trust.

His favorite position is Spooning.

Aguni prefers it because it allows him to experience a physical security he rarely feels, without the vulnerability of eye contact. The position gives him a sense of protection by surrounding you with his large, muscular body, as if the strength of his arms could contain the chaos consuming him. He uses you as his anchor, a physical object that reminds him he is not completely alone.

His movements are slow at first, almost a relief more than a pleasure, but they become fierce and desperate as the need to feel you overwhelms him. His voice is deep and demanding, but what he says is a plea.

“Dont move. Just... stay like that,” he will hug you with a strength that takes your breath away. “Just feel me and stay here.”

Arisu:

Arisu, the intelligent and compassionate player, is constantly tormented by guilt for the friends he couldn't save. For him, intimacy is a desperate attempt to connect... to prove that goodness and real feelings still exist.

His favorite position is Missionary.

Arisu chooses it because it allows him total vision. He desperately needs uninterrupted eye contact to confirm that you are real, present, and not another victim he will be responsible for. Intimacy becomes a forced therapy for his pain and depression, he has to see your pleasure to justify his survival.

His movements are hesitant and full of fear of hurting you at first, but they become stronger and rhythmic when he sees joy on your face, as if he is solving an emotional survival game. His voice is an intense whisper that asks for reassurance.

“Look at me, please. I need to know this is happening, say my name... tell me I’m doing this right. Are you okay? Dont lie to me.”

Chishiya:

Chishiya is the cynical genius of logic, the manipulator who sees people as variables in an experiment. His profession as a disillusioned doctor makes him incapable of emotional attachment. For him, sex is a clean, calculated exchange of pleasure.

Therefore, his favorite position is Sixty-Nine.

Chishiya prefers it because it is the most logical solution to intimacy: it is perfectly symmetrical and efficient. Both receive pleasure with the minimum emotional investment and without the vulnerability of eye contact.

It is a transactional act that avoids the messiness of feelings, something he despises. He enjoys the absence of hierarchy in that moment, because at the end of the day, everyone is alone.

His movements are precise, technical, and analytical. He seems to enjoy the act as if he were studying a chemical reaction. His voice is condescending, and his dialogue is as if he is explaining the rules of a game.

“I love this position, it’s an efficient solution. Don’t you find it fascinating how we can satisfy each other equally? Now focus, or I'll get bored.”

Niragi:

Niragi is a volatile and aggressive man, whose abuse of power in Borderland is a direct response to the bullying and lack of status he suffered in the real world. Intimacy is for him the absolute validation that he is now strong and dangerous.

Therefore, his favorite position is Doggy Style.

Niragi chooses it because it provides him raw dominance and a complete objectification of your body. It is the position that most directly satisfies his hunger for power and allows him to unleash his aggression without limits. He doesn't need to see your face; he just needs to know that you submit to his will and that you are his.

His movements are violent and unrestrained, driven by repressed rage. It is not about your pleasure, but about releasing his own through intimidation and pain. His voice is full of degradation and commands.

“Look how you shake beneath me, bitch! You’re pathetic. Now scream my name... loud, so they hear you!”

Tatta:

Tatta is, by nature, friendly and calm, but he carries a heavy psychological burden for having caused permanent harm to his coworker. Intimacy is an act of service and a constant apology.

His favorite position is Classic Missionary.

Tatta prefers it because it is the most tender and safest position. Being dominant in the act, he feels the responsibility not to cause harm. He must see your face to confirm that you are safe and comfortable. His pleasure is directly linked to the absence of pain and the presence of joy in your expression, which momentarily absolves him of his guilt.

His movements are hesitant and excessively gentle at first, full of a palpable fear of hurting you, and he apologizes instinctively. His voice is sweet and anxious for your well-being.

“Am I going too fast? Please let me know if I hurt you. I just want you to feel good. You're the only good thing in this place... I swear I’m going to take care of you.”

Tetsu:

Tetsu is an emotional, temperamental, and decisive man who, despite his issues, proves to be brave and protective of his friends. His history suggests a deep dissatisfaction with his own control in life.

His favorite position is Reverse Cowgirl.

Tetsu chooses it because it allows him to cede all control. In this position, the fear of making mistakes dissolves, as you set the rhythm and depth. He can simply observe and admire you, concentrating on the joy of being the recipient of your pleasure without the pressure of being the executor of it. It is the only place where he doesn't have to be the leader or the protector.

His movements are minimal and limited to holding you. He is completely submissive to the rhythm you impose on him. His voice is rough and emotional, but focused on praising you and surrendering to your dominance.

Nights weren’t usually like this — while they were calm, they were never tense. You struggled to hide your frown when you greeted Ryuji at the door, only to be met by a low mumble and avoidant eyes. You could tell something was bothering him, yet he was typically quiet when he was upset, much to your distress. 

— “How was your day, babe?” You asked, hopeful as you took his coat from his taller frame, moving quickly to place it in the nearest storage closet. His answer was a simple yet stubborn “Fine.” Nothing about him appeared fine. He was stressed and it was evident. “How was work?” “Fine.” You sighed when his monotone voice repeated the word over and over again. Although the lack of communication was frustrating, you could understand why he might be hesitant. It was no secret that he had been struggling with his reputation at his school, his passion for researching the afterlife probably the main reason why. 

You never doubted Ryuji’s beliefs, yet you couldn’t hold back a frown when you would overhear someone reducing it to a useless fantasy. Recently things had become worse, his supervisor directly telling him to stop wasting his time and to focus on something else. While Ryuji was strong mentally, the constant negativity was probably taxing. You needed to find a way to cheer him up. 

Without saying another word, you rushed to the kitchen, pouring two glasses of red wine and balancing them as you moved into the living room, beckoning your husband to join you. “Ryuji, c’mere!” You patted next to your own spot on the couch, with the two glasses placed on the nightstand adjacent to it. He nodded wordlessly, walking into the room and sitting next to you as you asked. He wasted no time taking the glass from the nightstand, sipping on it and closing his eyes at the taste. You always teased him for being overly expressive with his alcohol, yet you couldn’t find it in you to make fun of him when this was the closest to happiness you had seen him show since he arrived home. 

You grabbed your own glass, sipping next to him while watching a dumb movie on your television. Eventually, one glass became two and two became three, and before you knew it, the two of you were tipsy. Your head was leaned back, turned to stare directly at Ryuji with no shame. You took notice of how there was a slight sheen of sweat under his jaw, a small furrow in his eyebrows, a light red to his cheeks — you probably looked the same from the wine. 

Suddenly, you were feeling antsy, biting your lip to hold back from voicing your admiration for his face. You truly lucked out, constantly telling him how beautiful he was yet he’d simply hum and look away. You wondered if he would now, choosing to test the waters. “You know, you look really good right now.” Ryuji finally looked your way, and you would bet a million dollars that he was about to scoff and tell you to be quiet, yet his eyes were lidded, riddled with something similar to lust as he bit his lip. “Really?” “Mhmm.” You nodded your head, clumsily enthusiastic. You weren’t sure if it was the drinks or the way his hair was styled, but you wanted to feel him closer to you.

Ryuji’s eyes left yours to look you up and down, faintly smiling as he admired you. You felt one of his hands subconsciously reaching for yours, interlacing your fingers and running his thumb on your palm. The feeling made you smile as well, yet you felt slightly empty for some reason, the yearning in you becoming not-so-innocent anymore. “I missed you today.” You whispered, leaning your face to meet his shoulder and rest on it, locking your eyes onto your hands that were holding each other. “Did you now?” You nodded, pouting lightly. “Wanna show you how much.” You responded quietly, finally shifting your head to look up at him. The look in his eye told you he was more than happy to agree, probably secretly relieved that you had offered a way to release his stress. 

Ryuji’s empty hand moved to hold your hip as you got up slightly, straddling his body on the couch and pushing his shoulders back, silently urging him to stay still. He looked up at you, his eyes intense and heavy with a look that overwhelmed you in the best way. Without overthinking, you closed your eyes, leaning down for your lips to meet his. Once they touched, you immediately furthered the kiss, your hand that was on his shoulder grazing up to cup his neck and push him into you. He complied, chasing your lips with his own and humming into the kiss. 

You could tell he was desperate too, with the way his hips would jolt up to meet your own, creating a rhythm as you both began to grind against each other through your clothes. The friction felt so good, heightened by your tipsy actions. Making love was always perfect with him, yet it was always so different when you two were buzzed, the messy desperate actions somehow amplifying each nerve in your bodies. 

Ryuji’s long fingers let go of your hip, trailing down towards the string of your sweatpants. You pushed away from the kiss, ignoring how his mouth chased yours before turning into a pouty frown. Your hand on his neck held him still as you shook your head, “No, this is about you, Ji. We can do that some other time, let me help you.” His frown stayed, now slightly confused yet he nodded at your words, trusting you. 

You smiled, placing one more peck on his lips, before leaving one on his jaw, moving down to his neck to suck on his skin. The flesh was damp with sweat, the pressure of your mouth on him making him feel like he was some horny teenager again. 

Ryuji let out a moan at the feeling, his hand reaching up to grip the back of your neck, pushing you into him fervently. With a renowned passion, you began to suck harshly, leaving purple blemishes over his skin. You would lick them after to relieve the pain before biting the same marks right after. Each time your teeth would graze his skin, his breath would falter, his hips rutting into you mindlessly. 

He whined when you finally removed yourself, yet you simply smiled at him before standing up. “Did work have you stressed?” He huffed at your words, wanting to skip the tense questions in favor of feeling you on top of him again, yet you slapped his hands away when they reached up to grab your waist. “Answer me, please.” He sighed, “He said I wouldn’t get the funding. I… I don’t want to talk about it right now.” You frowned when he responded, his defeated tone making you want to break down along with him. 

“It’s okay baby, I’ll take your mind off of it.” You spoke your last words before descending onto your knees, grinning up at him while your hands reached for his belt. He sank down further into the couch, melting into the feeling when you finally removed the item, pulling down his pants along with it. He kicked them off quickly, watching you intensely as your hands ghosted over his clothed bulge, growing harder with each movement of your wrists. You pressed down lightly, laughing when he threw his head back and whined in response. Choosing to tease him a bit more, you leaned in, leaving a kiss on the tent. He was displeased, his hand rushing to grab onto your hair, roughly pulling you up until you made eye contact with him. “Don’t tease.” Your smile widened, feeling a heat between your thighs at his strict tone. 

Nodding, you waited until Ryuji eased up his hold to finally pull down his boxers. His hard cock sprung out, slapping his stomach and making him groan while biting his lip. You felt yourself grow wetter at the sight, wanting to touch his impressive length immediately. You didn’t hold back anymore, perking up to lean over and grab his dick, stroking the base of it while your tongue darted out, licking his tip. 

The small action had him restless, his blush growing as he twitched at the feeling. You knew he was mostly sensitive in the tip, choosing to focus on it at first. He strengthened the grip of his hand that held onto your hair, getting tighter and tighter as he felt your tongue running over his dickhead. After some more small licks, you finally opened your mouth, taking him in inch by inch until you couldn’t. 

Your eyes were shut quickly, getting more turned on as the second passed, the feeling of his cock heavy in your mouth making you clench your thighs harder. He was no longer trying to hold in his moans, eyes shutting tight while his head tilted back. He was a loud, whining mess at your mercy as your hand ran up and down his base while you hollowed your cheeks on what you could. 

Spit was trailing down onto his bare thighs as some of his precum dribbled down too, though most of it was swallowed down your throat instead. You opened your eyes, looking up to admire your whimpering husband. He looked angelic, veins showing on his forehead as he clenched his teeth, biting his lip as you worked your fingers down him.

Ryuji opened his eyes as your pace increased. When he looked down at you, he caught your eyes, locking into them while his mouth opened to release more moans into the room. You tried to smile at him, although your mouth was occupied, taking him fully down your throat. The sight made him grunt loudly, his hand in your hair tightening. While he tried to fight back the urge, he knew he was slowly losing the battle, feeling his orgasm approaching quickly. 

Your head was pushed into his pelvis while his actions became rougher, finally tipping over when you gagged on his cock. His eyes left yours, shutting tightly once more before he came inside your mouth with one final moan. 

Your mouth was full of his cum, some dripping out to run down your chin, yet you swallowed, looking up at Ryuji when you had none left. Behind his dazed out expression, you saw his lips curl upwards in content, and you jumped up back onto the couch. Pressing yourself next to him, he met you halfway into a messy kiss, tasting himself on your tongue. 

Your heavy breaths both occupied the room, calming down while embracing each other. “I’ll come home mad again if it means you’ll do that every day.” His voice was unserious, raspy as you could tell he was tired. You laughed at his words, “Yeah right… Next time I’m handing you a broom and telling you to get to work.” You both giggled, holding each other and intertwining your hands once more before you both dozed off together, cramped on the small couch.