#x femreader

The warehouse was already a mess.. gunpowder choking the air, splintered crates spilling weapons across the concrete floor, and the shouts of men ricocheting against steel beams. Jason had just slammed one guy into the wall hard enough to rattle his teeth when the vibration in his pocket cut through the chaos.

He almost ignored it. Almost. But out of concern that it was Bruce or one of his brothers, he pulled it out with one gloved hand, only to see a picture of you and him lighting up his cracked screen.

Immediately he yanked the phone up to his ear, and started firing blind with the other to keep three men pinned down behind a forklift. “Hey, sweetheart,” he said, a little breathless, ducking as a bullet clipped the crate near his head. “Bit of a rough time for me. Can I-... ”

“Jay?” Your voice cracked on his name, small and wet with tears, and it stopped him dead cold. The rest of the sentence died on his tongue.

His stomach dropped. “I’m here,” he softened his voice immediately, pressing the phone tight to his ear. “Talk to me, baby. What’s wrong?”

There was a pause, shaky breaths filtering through, and then you managed, “Jay.. when are you coming home?”

"Fuck me.." Jason swore under his breath, snapping his gun up and taking a shot that knocked the weapon clean from an enemy’s hand. He was moving again, crouching behind a pillar, but his entire focus tunneled in on the voice in his ear. “I’m on my way soon. What’s going on? Are you hurt?”

“No, I just…” Your voice wavered, and then he heard the muffled sob, raw and tired. “My stomach hurts so bad, and I ruined another pair of pajamas, and my head hurts, and everything feels useless.. and I just-... I can’t stop crying and I hate this and I just want you home.”

Something sharp and hot tore through him. His jaw clenched, fury not at you but at the universe itself, at the fact that you were sitting there hurting while he was wasting time with scum who didn’t matter.

“Baby,” Jason said, voice dropping into something low and certain even as gunfire erupted again. “I’m coming home right now. Don’t move, don’t worry about anything. I’ll take care of you.”

One of the thugs tried to rush him then. Jason pivoted smoothly, grabbing the guy by the collar and slamming his head into a steel beam hard enough to drop him like a sack of bricks. “You hear me?” he asked into the phone, catching it as it slipped from his helmet... his only option to hold it with his non-dominant hand now. He was already reaching for his knife with his free hand. “I’m on my way. Five minutes.”

“I didn’t mean to interrupt-..” you tried, voice cracking. You didn't like calling Jason when you knew he was on patrol or working with the team, but you didn't want to call anyone else because you needed him now.

“Interrupt?” Jason barked out a humorless laugh, driving the blade into the thigh of another man before kicking him back. “You think these shitbags are more important than you? Not a chance, baby girl. You call, I answer. Always.”

There was a little sniffle on your end, and Jason’s chest tightened. He shoved his gun back into its holster, switching to his fists. He needed to end this fast, and reloading was taking too much time.

“I’ll be home before you know it,” he promised, hooking an enemy’s arm and snapping it clean in the wrong direction. The guy screamed, but Jason didn’t even look at him, his whole tone softened back into that voice he only used with you. “Put the kettle on if you want, or just stay curled up. I’ll handle the rest when I get there.”

Another thug charged, yelling something incoherent. Jason dropped the phone to his shoulder, holding it pinned with his jaw while he ducked the swing, slammed his elbow into the man’s ribs, and sent him sprawling. “Still with me, baby?” he asked, gritting his teeth as he flipped another.

“Mhm,” you whimpered, quiet. “Just hurry, Jay.”

Jason’s vision went red. “Already done,” he muttered, and ended the fight in a blur of fists and bone.

By the time he jogged out of the warehouse, helmet tucked under his arm and phone back to his ear, his voice was calm again, low and sure, the way he knew you needed. “I’m on the bike now, baby. Two minutes. Just breathe for me until I’m there.”

When he threw the apartment window open, the adrenaline was still sharp in his blood, but it quieted the second his eyes found you.

You were curled on the couch, knees hugged to your chest, blanket wrapped haphazardly around your shoulders. The soft lamplight made your face look paler than usual, your eyes red-rimmed, your expression weary. You looked up at him the moment he stepped inside, and your lips trembled when you whispered, “Jay.”

The helmet clattered onto the table as he dropped it, crossing the room in two strides. He crouched in front of you, cupping your face in his hands, his gloves still on but his hands gentle.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice stripped of the edge it carried outside. “I’m here. I’m here, baby.”

The moment you leaned forward, burying your face in his chest, his arms locked around you with an instinct that was bone-deep. He held you as if the world could collapse at any second and he’d still keep you upright. The smell of leather and gunpowder clung to him, but beneath it was the steady warmth of Jason himself, his heartbeat strong under your ear and your shoulders instantly sagged while you held onto him.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice muffled. “I didn’t mean to pull you away from work.”

“Don’t.” Jason cut in firmly, tilting your chin up until your watery eyes met his. His gaze was steady, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “Don’t you ever apologize for calling me. I don’t care if I’m mid-fight, I don’t care if the damn sky’s falling.. if you need me, I’m there. Got it.”

Your throat tightened, but you nodded, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead before easing onto the couch beside you. He didn’t let go, just adjusted so you were tucked against him, your head resting on his chest, his arm snug around your shoulders.

“Alright,” he murmured, softer now. “What do you need? Heating pad? Tea? Chocolate? All of the above?”

You let out a little, but earnest, laugh against him, which was exactly what he’d been aiming for. “You don’t have to get me anything...”

“Yes, I do.” He kissed your temple, then shifted to stand, prying himself away despite the way you clung to him. “Five minutes. Don’t move.”

You looked up to him with glassy eyes and nodded, pulling him back down to give him a gentle kiss which he returned with fervor. A small smile came to your face when he lingered against your lips.

He moved into the kitchen with the same determination he carried on the streets, only this time his enemies were cabinet doors and the goddamn tea kettle that never boiled fast enough. He fumbled with the heating pad, muttering curses under his breath when the cord tangled, and nearly burned his hand on the mug because he refused to wait long enough for it to cool.

When he returned, he set the mug carefully on the coffee table, then plugged in the heating pad and eased it against your stomach as he sat back down besides you and pulled you to use him against his broad frame. His big hand covered the pad, pressing it into place as if to anchor it there, and his lips pressed a kiss against your temple.

“Better?” he asked, watching your face closely for any sign that you needed more.

You nodded, leaning into him, and the tension in his shoulders eased. He stayed quiet for a while, just holding you, the weight of his hand moving in slow circles over the heating pad.

Eventually, your hand came to rest over top of his causing a frown to tug at your lips when the marks on his knuckles became apparent to you. Your fingers gently traced over them as if you could absorb his own pain and discomfort.

“You got here so fast.” You whispered, tilting your head further into his shoulder so your tired eyes could meet his.

Jason huffed a laugh, dropping his head back against the couch. “Baby, you don’t know what kind of record I set tonight. Guys probably think I’m possessed the way I cleared that fight.”

You smiled faintly, eyes slipping shut. “All for me?”

“Every time,” he said simply, as if it was the most obvious fact in the world.

Later, when he finally coaxed you into bed, Jason insisted on staying pressed against you, still smelling faintly of smoke and blood despite only wearing his boxers since he didn't want to waste time changing, but didn't want to make you dirty. He lay on his side, one arm under your head, the other draped protectively over your waist, his hand warm against your stomach.

You shifted slightly, wincing, and he rubbed your side in slow, steady circles. “Hate seeing you like this,” he muttered.

“It’s just part of it,” you murmured. “Comes and goes. It's just rough when it comes...”

“Doesn’t mean I have to like it,” he said, pressing a kiss to your head. Then, after a pause, his voice dipped into something softer, but teasing. “But I’ll admit, you’re kinda cute when you call me crying. Never thought I’d hear the Red Hood drop everything over cramps.”

You smacked his chest lightly, but your laugh was real this time, and Jason grinned into your hair. “Shut up.”

“Never,” he said, kissing the edge of your jaw. “Not when I’ve got you here. Not when I get to be the one you call.”

You curled closer, the ache in your stomach dulled by his warmth, and for the first time all day you felt like you could breathe.

Jason stayed awake long after you drifted off, his hand still resting protectively over your stomach, his chest rising and falling in rhythm with yours. Outside, the city raged on, but in this bed, in this moment, it didn’t matter.

Because when you needed him, he was home in the blink of an eye.

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You frown,which earns a chuckle and a gentle pat on your pudgy cheek from Yuji. “You can’t use your sappy stuff against me. That’s not fair.” Yuji shrugs,” All’s fair in life long friendship.”

“Nobody says that!” He grins,”Well I just did.” Although he seemingly ended the discussion there, you’re still not ready to be stopped. “Well at least take your clothes back. I don’t want people to get the wrong idea about us.”

“Wrong idea?” Yuji asks,clueless as ever. You look around embarrassed at what you’re about to imply. Your fingers twiddle behind your back as you say,” Ya’ know those weird little magazines and tabloids and stuff…they start rumors and I don’t want you to have to deal with that.”

“So?” Is the response while his damp feet pitter patter to his room. You’re glaring lasers in his muscled back and as you speak you’re no longer timid, instead the tone is filled to the brim with frustration,”Sooo..me wearing your clothes looks really bad to the public eye.” Not to mention how ill fitting it truly looked on your frame, the shirt consisting of the team merch appearing to;be somehow both too tight or too big in certain areas. Those areas being your tummy and hips,then from the arms up it was just a baggy mess.

“Who cares about the public eye?” He strides over to his room opening the door knob with a quick twist of his wrist. You’re exasperated at this point,completely overcame with his carefree attitude. Because HE should care about his image. “I care..and you really should too. I don’t want it to be like uni all over again. Plus, you know you’re getting rookie of the year soon and that’s even more media attention.”

Yuji’s reaching over to one of his draws before he pauses his movements,” It won’t be like uni, I swear I won’t let anything like that happen again. Is that why you’re so hung up on this whole image thing?” You nod wordlessly. “You don’t have to worry about that, we’re not college students anymore. And I will make sure nobody says anything about my life and the people I want in it.”

It’s a sweet sentiment, one that you wish you could full heartedly believe. Unfortunately, you just can’t. You know how people talk, how people glance at you when you’re beside Yuji. This 6’4 man being all muscle;towering wide and strong looking sculpted by a skilled carver. And then..you, who wasn’t impossibly good looking like your friend, or in the top percentile for fitness, quite the opposite being true in place of that. College with Yuji was a pinging reminder of that fact.

However, you don’t want to voice your disbelief any further. You know there’s no winning with Yuji’s stubbornness. “I know you will Yuji.” You smile lazily, only one corner of your lips being pulled up. “Well Imma leave you to get ready so we can hurry up and eat.”

You don’t wait for a response only closing the door with a swiftness. Your feet take you to the guest room in Yuji’s beautifully furnished penthouse, in hopes for better fitting clothes. As you rummage throughout the draws your mind is going through what Yuji could be possibly thinking.

You don’t understand how he doesn’t see the implications of seeing someone in a celebrities clothing. Dating rumors have been started up for way less. Yuji wouldn’t want that to be implied by strangers and onlookers…right? Deep in your heart you know that Yuji only sees you as a well beloved friend—that’s it. And so do you….kinda.

If you were to be honest with yourself you did have a major crush on Yuji for the first year—well way longer than that, but you try to force yourself to not think of your past pining so much as it leads to a never ending rabbit hole of unaddressed feelings. It was real easy to gain affection for the kind man,especially when he didn’t look down on you for your appearance or even really acknowledged it all. A surprise you didn’t expect when you found out you’d be rooming with a famous baseball player. Bare minimum..but still it was refreshing having someone from that background be very kind to you.

You were a goner by then; his vice grip on your heart already beginning to form. The grapple became almost suffocating when you started to tutor him and be astonished with how good willed and determined he was to do everything he possibly could the right way. And the real kicker was when you attended your first party with him he guarded you the whole night despite all his friends beckoning him over, because he knew you’d become overwhelmed.

That’s the kind of man Yuji is; a good natured, helpful soul. It’d be extremely hard not to harbor some type of fondness with the way he was. Let alone, his amazingly good looks that also are a very convincing factor.

But eventually you grew to realize Yuji doesn’t see you as a woman, well he does, but not in a way he would with others. Before he used to cower away from you with him just being half dressed or get flustered with you showing a little skin. But now he doesn’t even bat an eye in either situations. Sure it could be cause you lived with him for a few years, however in your heart you felt like that was the underlying meaning. And the only one that could ever possibly make sense.

So, you no longer kid yourself with thinking his care would ever possibly extend to more than being his best pal. There could be no more fantasies of holding hands or whispered confessions that you’ve been dying to hear for years. Hangouts you think could ever be considered as dates were out of the question.

To pivot and stop yourself from never ending pain, you swallowed every “I love you” that wasn’t just platonic, you restrained arms that wanted to grab your object of affection for a much needed kiss, cried for what would never be. And now you’re here in the middle of getting over such a frivolous thing. But it still lingers..

“Heyyyy, ya almost done in there?” A gentle knock sounds out. Quickly you fumble looking for anything that’s decently stylish. “Umm yeah, just a sec!” You throw on a comfy outfit that wouldn’t be suffocating,nor stick to you so much under the blazing sun.

With a much needed breath you zoom out the door knocking into Yuji’s hard chest. Immediately you jump back, frazzled and embarrassed at your nervously induced unawareness. Again, his hand reaches out to your shoulder, this time grounding you to the present and not your consuming thoughts. “You alright?”

His brownish eyes analyze your face with such care in them it nearly turns you into putty. “Yes, sorry I just lost track of time and was in a rush.” You said, anxiously rubbing the side of your arm.

“S’Okay, but uhhh if you’re as hungry as you say you were we gotta go now.” That’s seems to bring you back to proper functioning. You remark with a toothy grin,”Say less.”

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The car ride there is smooth, no traffic in sight during the short trip. Yuji gets out the car first and zooms over to open your car door. Looking like a dutiful puppy as he does so. You thank him and begin walking into the comfy mom and pop restaurant.

Yuji takes a big wiff of the air in the establishment ,” Mmm, that smells so good. Have ya tried this place before?” Right before your response a nice waitress walks over to you both. But she won’t stop staring at Yuji, you both pick up on why pretty fast. “R-Right this way sir.” She only acknowledges Yuji which is something you notice quickly but don’t feel offended by yet.

She guides Yuji and you to the nicest part of the restaurant. With open arms she presents the table, embarrassed at the conditions but it’s clear that this is the best quality she has to offer. You sit first and then Yuji follows. The waitress says,”I’ll be right back to take your order sir!” Again ignoring your presence. You didn’t take it to heart because Yuju is now very well known so you could safely assume she was just star struck. That’s not to say that her lack of acknowledgement didn’t hurt at least a little. It sucks to say but you’ve gotten used to it at this point.

So you could endure being ignored for at least maybe an hour..

Wrong.

It’s uncomfortable more than other times. From the start Yuji was privy to the unfair treatment. It hadn’t been even 15 minutes since your arrival and she hadn’t asked anything about what you’d like. She purposely ignored your polite reminders of you being there and she just giggled away anytime Yuji would point out about your unfilled orders.

You’re beginning to zone out at this point. The sting of being treated invisible;leaves no choice but to retreat into yourself. The more and more Yuji gets famous the less you get treated with respect next to him unless he demands equal treatment for you. The experiences are far and in between but when it does happen it certainly does a number on your hope in humanity.

You’re anchored again once Yuju reaches over to your hand,clenching gently as he does so. “ I don’t like it here, she’s mean.” Your glazed over expression now has life blown into it and immediately you smile,” Can we go then?”

He nods rapidly, embracing your hand and easily pulling you up along with him. You can’t say how long it took you both to exit the restaurant because you’re just thinking about Yuji’s grasp on your hand.

Gentle, yet strong. A feeling that’s so consuming to you the realization of your exit hasn’t hit yet. But quickly you’re woken up from anything self indulgent once the hold leaves.

“Aww man she was so weird..M’so sorry she was treating you like that.” Oh god, speak. Say anything. It’s like you’re short circuiting, this was terrible! Of course these stupid feelings have to come out the minute you start thinking of them again.

This couldn’t happen—it wouldn’t happen. Just friends! You were just a friend thinking about his half naked body earlier and god his unimaginable giant back that’s littered with muscles you didn’t even know could be defined.

Bad! Very bad!

You were doing so well too! You didn’t even bat an eyes at this before. Now that’s all you could think about.

Mentally you’re making a vow to yourself, do not ever everrr think about your past feelings again.

From here on out, Yuji is off limits from any pervy administration. Anything other than platonic friendliness will not be accepted!

“Uhh,hello? You there?” Yuji is waving his hand in front of your face. A concerned expression painted on his own. “Y-Yes! Yes! Sorry I was just so upset about that I kinda disassociated. What were you saying?”

Yuji repeats his sentence, this time putting extra emphasis on the apology. “Aww no worries Yuji, it’s water under the bridge now. But I’m still very hungry…” At the moment both your stomachs growl. Triggering a mantra of light chuckles. He pulls you towards him, wrapping his arm around your upper body.

This time instead of your brain turning into mush you quickly reciprocate the action. “Let’s get some food then!”

You both wander down street after street, the pair of you practically having stars in your eyes. You both feasted on karaage and yummy warm takoyaki. The reign of hunger began to slow down once you reached an ice cream stand. “OUU Yu,look! They have giant cones! Let’s get one!” Eager you stride over to the stall,leaving Yuji in the dust. This being purposeful, after all you did say you’d pay. Sure, he beat you to the first two stalls but this one you’d for sure get.

Or so you hoped..with that you feel a tug on your shirt that has your hovering a good four inches above the ground. You crane your neck in surprise, gawking at Yuji. “Told ya I’d pay!” He’s grinning ear to ear as easily orders and pays.

He knew what you wanted by heart so he didn’t even bother asking. As he did so the poor cashier watched in awe and fear as his iron grip never ceased. “Put me down!” You kick and protest, it’s all in vein though because Yuji refuses to let up. “Why,I like ya like this!” As he holds you like this your mind has very questionable thoughts about his undeniable strength, thoughts that were neither family nor friend friendly. Hot shame flushes through your body because the vow has only been made up for not even an hour. And you’re already thinking of stuff.

God,why were you so easy for this man? And how do you stop? Perhaps this one time wouldn’t count against you?

“Because I’m heavy and everyone is looking at us like we’re crazy!” Yuji frowns,”Please you could never be heavy to me, I bench press more than you ever could imagine.” He raises his free hand to wipe a pretend tear on his face,”I’m hurt you think I’m so weak.” You’re practically snarling at the guy, shooting daggers with your eyes at this public humiliation.

“Yuuu cmon, don’t be mean to me.” You decide to switch gears and beg for freedom from your seemingly never ending air jail. “We could watch the whole Harry Potter series once we go back to your place..”

He hums in thought,”Mmm make it Harry Potter anddd Lord of the Rings!” You sigh, knowing your signing hours of your life away,” Deal.” Finally he lets up with perfect timing too because just then the cashier yells out your orders. Yuji gingerly retrieves them as you gain your composure.

He walks towards to you handing you the cone. You squint your eyes at him,”You’re evil.” He scoffs,”Yeah, yeah, I just had to let you know you never pay when you’re with me.”

“Oh what a gentleman.” He chuckles at your sarcasm,”Well this gentleman spots a bench for us to sit at. C’mon.” You follow behind him and eventually end up sitting beside him on the old bench.

You both begin eating, silently and peacefully. Yuji begins to observe the way you eat. His eyes watch as you carefully and gently lap on the sweet treat. He takes in the way you begin to have little spots left behind on the corner of your lips. Which leads him to say,”You eat so cute. I never caught that before.”

You turn to him shocked,” Cute?!” He flushes, rubbing the back of his undercut as he avoids eye contact with you now. “That was random,huh?” You nod, trying to hide your reaction as best as you could. You pray that he couldn’t tell how flustered you were.

“I just meant uhh you have a healthy appetite. I like that in gir—people. Because I also love to eat and it’s nice to do with someone who doesn’t judge you for that.” He’s fidgeting and still looking away from you. So this time you ground him, placing your plump hand a top his with a sugary sweet smile. “I’ll never judge you,Yuji. You’re my best friend.”

He’s silent, mouth agape, eyes widened but then he shoots you the same smile. “You’re mine too. I wouldn’t trade our friendship for the whole entire world.”

Friendship. At first it stung but you know that’s all this dynamic will be so instead of marinating in the hurt you adapt. And perhaps slowly you could adapt to the point you wouldn’t even think about Yuji in the same capacity.

After all you just broke your vow,for the first and last time.

It had to be for real this time.

No room for error.

No room for hurt.

No room for anything to be opened any further.

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“Mmmm you always make popcorn so yummy!” Yuji takes a big bite of the handful in his palm.

“Uh huh,it’s a special top secret recipe that I must hide from you.” Yuji whines instantly,”Whyy? You never keep anything from me.”

Right…right. “A magician never reveals their secrets!.” The pink haired man protests once more,” You are no magician!” You shrug, leaning over closer to Yuji’s lap to nibble on a singular popcorn. “Hey! I learned a card trick when I was 13 that counts for something.”

“Aka nothing.” He blows a raspberry at you to which you counter with a forceful tug of his ear lobe. He winces,grabbing his lobe with mischief clouding his eyes. “I didn’t wanna have to do this..but you leave me no choice.”

Oh no! Oh God no! “Yuji…you wouldn’t do that to me..” He peers down, avoiding looking at your face. “I’m sorry, young one.” With that Yuji’s fingers get to work on his premeditated torture. He begins tickling you everywhere, beginning at your neck, then your armpits, and now your plush sides.

As he does so your shirt starts rising up, something you begin to become aware of once you feel the cool air on your tummy. Your eyes glance down to your exposed flesh, almost your whole entire pudge it out for him to see. The rolls that adorn the sides, the stretch marks that are all over your right and left, those annoying love handles that are currently poking out of your pants.

Through laughter you’re fighting embarrassment, praying Yuji is so distracted he hasn’t even noticed your clothes being messed up. “Yuuuuu! Ha! S-Stop! Ahaaa! Can’t take it!” He now has you flat on your back, one of his big muscled thighs right in between yours, perfectly slotted between the soft skin.

“Admit your defeat!” He’s on top of you, so focused he has his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth. “I-I surrenderrrrr! Ahhaaaaa! Stoppp!” Finally he gives in, his fingers relenting and now being at his side.

He makes no move to change position instead he gets even closer. He’s so close that you could the gold flecks he has in his eyes. “What’d ya learn?” He’s grinning wide and proud, the scar on lip stretching real broad.

“Not to pull your ear lobes…?” He’s shakes his head in disapproval,”Nu uh! It’s not start to start something you can’t finish.” He’s still smiling real proud and he’s still has yet to relocate.

Maybe you shouldn’t say anything? That would probably make it awkward cause obviously Yuji isn’t aware how this position must look. You try to fight how flustered you are but it’s getting to a point it’s unbearable. Be cool, act like this is nothing.

“Yeah whatever…you may have won the battle but I’ll win the war.” Yuji laughs,” You wanna talk big while I’m still on top of you?” You raise your hands up in defense,” Hey…I’m just saying for future reference.” Once you lower your hands down you travel towards your scuffled shirt, pulling it down to the point it stretches.

Yuji makes a face…one you can’t pinpoint. Disappointment, frustration? It was to stay a question because Yuji is not letting up on you today it seems. “Hey, you remember when I got that really bad fever our sophomore year?” The randomness greatly throws you off guard.

“Uhhh yeah?” Yuji has a fond look on his face as he recollects,” You were there taking care of me, you even missed an important lecture. I remember I asked you to hold me…and I ended up rolling on top of you, snuggled in your neck. “

You’re smiling fondly too,”Yeah I’m surprised you didn’t make me sick. That was a funny memory.” Yuji begins to look shy, a faint hue of pink budding across his cheeks.”Do you think we can do that while we watch movies?”

At first you’re taken aback but Yuji has already begun babbling about how weird he’s being and that he’s so sorry, naturally you have to stop his apologies. “It’s fine..I’d like that actually.”

He looks down at you,”You sure? I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.” You roll your eyes,” Yes I’m sure, it’s totally fine.” He bops his head in acknowledgment and you don’t miss the way he practically looks beyond ecstatic.

He begins lowering down his weight on you now, letting his strong arms give out. He’s flush against the crook of your neck, curling his face into the gap of space. His limbs reach under your back, wrapping you in an embrace from below. Yet again, this causes a shift in your shirt from the back. But this time instead of changing it you let yourself melt above Yuji’s lava hands. Even going as far as snuggling into them.

This felt domestic, mirroring the life your heart yearns for but that’s in the past, it has to be. However, you’d indulge, again taking it for what it really is.

An act of friendship. Yup..just two friends so close that you’d could see Yuji’s sun induced freckles that decorate the lower half of his face. “Can ya see?” Yuji croaks out. You mumble a small yeah as you press play on the small remote. Ultimately, leaving you and Yuji to your own thoughts, both of them wildly differing from one another.

You’re thinking—well trying to stop thinking about how close he is, how good he smells, how he’s snuggled in your neck like a little puppy. How every time he breaths a little harder you can feel his lips ghosting against a the skin of your neck. This experience is so heavenly and dream like you can’t believe you’re cuddling so closely with him!

While you’re seemingly not trying to weird him out, Yuji can’t even begin to take his eyes of you. One of his favorite and nostalgic movies is on, yet you’re the only thing he wants to use his eyes for. He’s looked at you plenty of times but this feels different. He can’t pinpoint this feeling that’s brewing in his belly, its warmth and its persistence consuming all his focus.

He’s admiring all these features he’s taken glances at over the years but never really admired til now. The softness of your jaw that complements the round suppleness of your cheeks, making you look even more cherubic and cute. Your lips that rest almost pouty when you’re focused, how moisturized and inviting they look.

As he admires you he’s questioning his reasoning for this. He’s seen you over a million times but right now it’s like he’s really seeing components that really make you, you. But why? Why does he feel a flutter in his tummy the more he glances at you? He’s always thought you were downright adorable but it was in a different sense than the one he feels now.

Why? Why does he feel like putty on top of you? He’s so relaxed he finds his hands digging and pawing your pudgy back,kneading you like an affectionate cat. Why is his mind freaking out about him embracing you like this? He’s done arguably done more intimate things with you prior to this. He’s shared beds with you half naked in his boxers, for multiple months! He’s undressed in front of you too many times to count! He’s seen you accidentally flash him a couple times…but cuddling is where his heart can’t stop booming against his chest?

Yuji thinks back to when he first met you. He’s recollecting all those memories that didn’t have him blushing like an untouched virgin, things that should’ve caused him to behave like that. His thoughts go to right before this moment, the moment his thigh was right in between your most precious part. He’s remembering your sickeningly cute face, the way it contorted with embarrassment, the way your lips pleaded for him to stop.

He didn’t realize it before but that was beyond erotic. And he didn’t even bat an eye about doing it! Instead his brain is just processing what possibly could’ve happened in place of just cuddling. He’s recalling your shirt lifting up for him, showing off your tender tummy to him, begging for him to kiss and mark up the fatty flesh.

God, your tummy looks so soft, so malleable that he could just dig his fingers in while he’s—

“Yu! Look it’s your favorite part!” Yuji finally glances at the tv but just as quickly his eyes go back to you. Yuji’s surprised the movie is already at an hour and thirty minutes, nowhere near being done though because he the extended version of The Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the ring.

He gives an unenthusiastic response which rings alarm bells for you. You ask if he’s okay but he mutters that’s he’s just tired. The response doesn’t wave away all your suspicion but it’s enough to shut you up.

Yuji’s attempting to cease his growing perversions but the notions just get even filthier. He really shouldn’t be thinking of doing THAT with YOU! He shouldn’t be thinking about pushing your meaty thighs alllll the way back til your kneecaps are kissing your ears. His kneading grows harsher, his hands wanting to grab the abundant flesh of your thighs instead of your back. He thinks his hands are big enough to grab all of it, so roughly his calloused hands would leave marks of their presence.

From the angle of your legs being pushed back your fat mound would be front and center, right below your plump torso. Yuji can feel hot blush flood his face the more he envisions your tummy and it’s pinch-able rolls compressed and taut just the way he likes it. He can practically see the natural weight of your breasts resting on the sides of you, bouncing up and down as he thrusts in and out of your plump pussy.

This is was so sick! Beyond what best friends should think about doing to each other! He’s never thought about you like this in his life so this just has to be a hoax, a cruel one.

He’s mentally talking to himself throughout the movie, cursing the length of the movie he chose, despite him usually loving every minute of the three hours. The longer it goes on the more descriptive his thoughts become.

Suddenly he’s receiving flashes of you on all fours, dimpled ass all displayed for just for him. Your perfect puffy pussy lips taunting him to just put it in already.

That had to be enough though. You and Yuji were just friends, friends cuddling so close he could feel your entire softness below his body. You’re right under him and he could possibly just grab you, and mold you into the positions that have been haunting him throughout this experience.

He had to get off of you before he loses his mind. Yuji hurriedly sits up, completely moving and unhooking his arms from beneath your back. This alerts you and immediately you’re full of concern. “Hey are you okay? You look a little red.”

“Uh yeah, I just don’t feel well.” As he’s going to sit up he’s now aware of his dick shooting straight out through his pants. He hopes you don’t notice as he rapidly pulls his shirt down to hide the throbbing erection.

He hops off the couch in a flash, turning his back to you so he could readjust the unwelcome surprise. “You don’t feel well? Want me to head to CVS or something? I know you don’t have any medication in here yet.” You ask.

As he fumbles for words, he fights a groan while he positions his dick taut against the waistband of his underwear, the length exceeding where his belly button is. “Um uh I just needa lay down for a bit. I think my game today just wore me out.” You reach out to him, pudgy hand rubbing gentle circles onto his back. “Oh Yu, I’m sorry and I had you go out with me too. Is there anything I can do for you?”

The sensation of you touching him is all too much for his hormone ridden body, he can feel his skin burning through his clothes. He can’t handle you touching him right now or even be around him. He doesn’t know what he’ll do if he bares another second alone with you.

“Nahhhh, I’m just gonna head to bed early! You enjoy the movie. Thank you though!”He exclaims. You’re left mouth open, halted by his sporadic fleeing, watching him fumble up the stairs, even missing a few as he goes up. You’re at a loss of words, standing put for seconds too long.

Should you follow him or stay down here? It seemed like he wanted space but your concern was being persistent. Eventually, you think of a middle ground, settling for just texting him, that way he could read it when he feels better. Your digits write a short message that’s littered with apologies and worry.

The moment you send it you’re hoping and praying Yuji will be alright and that it wasn’t you that caused anything.

It’s couldn’t be you..right?

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It’s been two days since you last seen Yuji. The longest you’ve ever been apart from him since you met.

Texts were unanswered.

Calls were put to voicemail.

And anytime you tried to catch him at his penthouse he was nowhere to be found.

“Yuji Itadori, makes a jaw dropping home run! What else would ever be expected from this upcoming Rookie of the Year prospect?!” Your head turns to the tv at the mention of his name just to get a glimpse of him.

He’s brooding looking at the camera, unsmiling, appearing to be a shell of himself. His usual bright and alert eyes are dull, lacking the sparkle of his eyes he commonly has. You finally stop looking when the camera pans away from him. The tv is again just background noise for your wallowing.

You feel slightly better seeing he isn’t doing well, secretly hoping it’s partly due to your absence. But also what was he was going through? Whatever it was it had to be the root cause for this whole disappearance act.

You just missed Yuji..there was nothing else you could say. Sure, you’re pissed and upset he doesn’t even tell his one and only closest friend about whatever is wrong with him. But the overall emotion was craving him.

Not even in the romantic crave you feel during late nights—but a deep ravenous hunger for everything revolving him. His talks about double features, early college days of always movie hopping, having late night sleepovers eating food that’s terrible for the body, and having those talks you couldn’t have with any other person in the world except Yuji.

Your eyes glance over to the coffee table in your living room, staring holes in your phone. The urge to text Yuji ringing out in your brain. You know he can’t answer right away because of the game plus whatever circumstance that’s causing his distance.

But a little warning wouldn’t hurt because in this moment you’ve decided to make yourself impossible to ignore. 

You grab your phone typing something you’ll regret the moment it arrives.

Your text reads,”I’m going to the penthouse. I’m tired of you being like this. We’re going to talk whether you like it or not.”

Send.

Part of you thinks about unsending the message but it was either that or never fixing your friendship with Yuji. Obviously, you chose the latter. You’re finally off your butt, rushing over to grab a dingy pair of shoes that easily slide onto your feet.

You debate changing into something different, your outfit only consisting of a ginormous shirt and panties. You decide against it because if you look a mess then maybe Yuji will understand how much his absence means to you.

The arrival time to his penthouse is like a dream. The whole ride there you’re preparing an entire speech, one that would rip him new one. Before you know it you find yourself with the extra key he gave you in hand.

With a click the door unlocks and you’re finally back where things fell apart. You walk in taking in the place, just in case it’s your last time in here. You walk over to the couch, sitting on it as you think about the position you were in two days ago. How does someone go from cuddling to ghosting all of the sudden?

It just didn’t make sense. You reflect and mull over all the things that’s you could’ve done wrong. You don’t know how long you’re thinking things out because you didn’t even bother to look at your phone, your brain being too wired and focused on fixing what your mistakes. It must’ve been awhile because you become so sleepy.Your eyes begin to drag and pool down and your body slouches sideways against the couch. You have a few good effort blinks before they shut and close.

Your last words are,”Yuji..”

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You wake up with a stir, your body jerking up. Your eyes analyze the environment, noting that this wasn’t the living room anymore. It was Yuji’s room.

“You’re awake,that’s good.” Yuji walks in the doorway with a water bottle hand. He still looks as exhausted as he did on Tv but doesn’t look sad at all anymore. Maybe it’s you that him made him a little better.

You don’t know how to feel. On one hand you’re pissed and on the other you’re happy Yuji seems glad to see you. You don’t know if you should respond with sharpness or genuine joy. You choose sharpness,”Oh so now you can talk to me.” Yuji strides over to the bed, picking a spot that’s on the foot.

He rolls the bottle to you as he speaks,”I’m sorry, there’s no excuse for that but i couldn’t be around you feeling the way I do. It’s wrong.” He’s slouched, his posture to making him look small and frail. “So what?! I’m your friend, your best friend at that! And I can’t even get a text saying you need a mental health day or some shit!”

You sit up, getting in his face as you yell,” You can’t treat me like I mean nothing to you! I care about you..so much that those two days felt like I got shut out from the entire world.” He’s doesn’t flinch, he doesn’t even make a move to move, he just takes it. He’s pouting and his eyes look big and glossy.

“It’s not what you think..I’m feeling things i shouldn’t towards you. Trust when I say, I missed you so damn much. But I just don’t like a side of myself I saw come out recently.” He’s looking down at the bed, his hands fidgeting with the bedsheets.

Your lips start trembling as you feel tears tease your lash line,”S-So you ghost me…instead of telling me you don’t want to be friends with me anymore? I can’t believe you Yuji…” You’re holding yourself to stop the waterworks but the self soothing could only work so long. Immediately at your words Yuji darts up, surprise fueling his body. He’s by your side in an instant pulling you towards his hard chest.

Your fists push against him but his hold is unbreakable. You cry as you do so, each hit getting weaker the longer you sob. “Shhh…It’s okay baby.” Your ears perk up,baby?? He’s never called you that. He’s rubbing soothing circles on your back,”You misunderstood me, silly. I’m sorry I made you cry,that’s the last thing I wanted to do.” You lift your head up from his chest, snotty nosed and face blotchy,”Then what’d you mean then?”

He’s blushing,yet still remains unwavering eye contact with you. “I meant I don’t want to be best friends with you anymore. I want more. So much more…I can’t even express the thoughts I’ve been having since that day. “

You couldn’t believe your ears! Was this a dream?? You’ve wanted to hear those words for the longest time and of course he had to tell you that when you’re already a crying mess. “I feel the same way but before we talk about that why the hell were you avoiding me then?!”

His blush gets even more intense,”I have been thinking about you in THAT way. And I couldn’t function around you anymore.” You were already flustered by his first confession but his second confession has you trembling. You’re not allowed to dwell on it too long though before Yuji starts speaking again.

“You feel the same way though? Really?” You wish you could call him an idiot at this moment but it felt too harsh for how mushy you felt inside. Because obviously you feel the same way! “I-I do, I kinda always have but I never thought this would’ve ever happened. Because I do,” you pause reaching for his face,”love you Yuji. I love you so much that it hurts.”

He’s smiling ear to ear, his big palm enveloping on top of the one on his face. “And I love you. And I’m sorry for causin you so much pain. I went about my feelings the wrong way but I…” he bites his lip for a second, almost like he’s trying to block something from coming out, it does though,”been wanting in a way I haven’t wanted anyone.”

His grasp is tighter on your hand and now he’s no longer maintaining eye contact. You look at him deeply,eyes still lightly glossed with past tears. He’s blushing and wanton, begging without having to say a single word.

“Then want me Yuji..you could have me any way you’d like.” Those are the words Yuji needed to hear because his hand on your back lowers to your waist,cupping the suppleness of it in his big paw. “Can I kiss you then?” Eagerly you nod, leaving no room for miscommunication this time.

He brings you closer until there’s a little gap between, a space for protest but of course you wouldn’t do that. He finally closes the bridge, gently embracing your lips in a light peck. A light peck that soon grows into his tongue pushing for permission against your lips. He’s lightly sucking on your tongue, groaning in your mouth as he does so.

His hand that rested a top yours moves to firmly grab all of your waist. The greedy digits practically molding your body to his, fruitlessly praying you wouldn’t be able to break away. He breaks away ,barely, just to say,”You taste so good.” Yuji leaves no room for replies, quickly covering your mouth once more with his desperate caresses.

He’s kissing you so hungrily that occasionally the tip of his nose will bump against yours. And it’s like heaven every time. Him wanting you—needing you so much he can’t control his jerky movements.

Your hands travel towards his pushed back hair,tugging gently every time he clenches a little harder on your waist. Eventually, lips break away,mouths breathing heavily just to catch any oxygen that’s not smothered out by the heat between your bodies.

Yuji’s extremity wanders back up to your face,the appendage covering the whole left side of your face, his thumb gently pressing against your pouty lips. “You alright? Did I kiss you too hard?” He’s concerned and breathless,his big eyes looking for any hurt present on your expression.

“No Yuji, it was perfect.” To assure him some more your lips poke out just leave the tip of his thumb with a small peck. A groan falls from his lips at the light touch. His brain fuzzing up at the thought of you sucking on the digit. But he couldn’t ask something of you like that. You both had just established your mutuals feelings for each other, he couldn’t already be asking for sexual favors.

“T-That’s good! Do you wanna lay down and talk now?” Yuji’s no longer wild nor hungry, bashfulness fully taking over his features. You didn’t wanna lay down—you wanted him. Wanted him all over you, wanted him so deep inside you that you start seeing stars.

“No..I want you to want me Yuji, remember? Any way,” you pause,putting extra emphasis on the word any,”you want.” He gulps,” Baby, you just don’t understand how I feel..I don’t wanna hurt you being all rough.” The moment he says that his eyes glance down to your supple thighs, dreaming of big fingerprint bruises decorating them.

He’s so gross, you don’t deserve to experience his carnal urges the first time you’re intimate with him. When he saw your text he was planning on confessing almost everything he’s been feeling. Everything, except his need to wreck your poor pussy. He wants the first time with you to be gentle and sweet, full of the love and care he has in his heart.

“Yu,hurt me then. I can take it, I just want you so bad. I’ve been waiting years for this moment and I don’t care how it goes. I just need you Yuji.” He pouts, big eyes looking scared of what he’s capable of doing to you. “I’m really strong though and with the way you’re making me feel I just might lose control of my own strength.

You sigh, the wetness sopping your panties getting even more persistent. “Okay fine, I’ll tell you if you’re hurting me. I promise every step of the way I’ll let you know.” That seems to ease him a bit,” You promise?” His tone is so pathetic and whiney it damn near has your heart booming out your chest.

You whisper real close to his thumb,” Promise Yu.” He smiles and retracts his hold on your face,”Good, now go lay down for me.” You’re flat on your back, looking up at Yuji with an excitement one couldn’t even begin to verbalize. Your eyes follow him as his index and his pointer finger begin toying with the fabric of your much too big. “Can I take this off you?” The way he asks isn’t for confirmation anymore it’s just to hear how bad you want him.

Maybe it’s a little sadistic but seeing you all gooey eyed and desperate makes his cock jump. You nod with swiftness, not leaving room for anything else to happen. He’s quick and efficient, taking the shirt off in less than a singular second. His eyes practically glow with affection when the innate heft of your breasts bounce from the movement. His voice is low yet tender, dripping with arousal and love,”God…do you know how you irresistible you are?”

He’s gawking at your entire body, save for your pussy since that was still covered. His eyes bounce low and high, taking in the view before him. He lightly taps your thigh,”Answer baby, I like hearing you talk.”

“N-No, I’ve never thought that before…” you squeak out. Yuji frowns,”That won’t do, your body is so…,” he pauses as his hands go and reach for the fat of your belly,”yummy. I just wanna kiss you all over.”

Saying that seemed to give him an idea because he’s looking at you with pleading eyes. “Is it okay if do that baby? Can I kiss you everywhere?” You nod, shivering in anticipation for what’s to come. He leans over to your thigh, lightly nipping it,” I told you, I like your words. Talk back to me baby, I wanna know you want this all the way. So, let’s try that again..”

This time he’s happy with,”Yes Yuji, I’d love that.” Instead of a warning nip,he rewards you with a suckled kiss to your inner thigh. “Goood job, I love when you listen for me.” You whine at the praise, muttering a pathetic thank you. He mumbles faintly under his breath,”Cutie.” Smiling softly at the state he already has you in.

“Tell me where you want me to kiss first, anyyyywhere you want.” You look down, past your plump tummy, eying your pussy that’s still not exposed yet. “My pussy, want a kiss there Yuji.” He grins toothily,”I was thinking I should start there too.” He slithers down to his belly til he’s face to face with your dripping slit, a wet patch already forming and growing the longer this continues.

“So wettt,all this is for me!” It wasn’t a question, it being an elated observation. He leans his face closer, so close you think his tongue is going to give your panties a well deserved lap, instead his nose opts for a loud huff of your natural aroma. “Y-Yuji!” You scold. He doesn’t even bother looking up as he responds,” I-I’m sorry you just smell so good here I can’t help it baby.”

He’s glued to your pussy,sniffing and poking at the poor aching thing. His hand goes to the band of your panties, stretching it until it can’t anymore. Your panties are in a skinner “V” shape that leaves your fatty pussy lips exposed. You whine at the sensation, the tension of the fabric rubbing against your swollen clit. His mouth finally makes contact with your pussy, the wetness of his saliva drooling down the garment. He laps and licks until he notices your toes curling.

“You like it baby,huh?” To make responding tougher on you he begins to deliver opened mouth kisses,especially focusing on your exposed lips. “L-Love it Yu! Feels so good.” Those words should egg him on to continue but he stops much to your dismay. “Yuji! Please don’t stopp.” He purses his lips in faux sympathy,”M’ sorry but I have to do it everywhere, I promise I’ll come back to your needy pussy.” With that he drags his lips to your inner thigh, suckling and licking across the flesh greedily. He continues this all the way down to your foot, kissing and licking all your toes too. As he does he’s complimenting every characteristic that’s on your leg, from stretch marks to the adorable dimples that decorate some parts of the limb.

He repeats the process on your other leg, even spoiling you with a couple pecks on your pussy before he gets too low.His mouth then arrives to your midsection, meeting where his hands have been kneading at. “This tummy is so cuteee, so nice and soft just for me.” He cranes his neck to get a better angle just so he could a leave a mark right below your belly button. “Yujiii that tickles!” He ignores your call to him, too focused on leaving a blemish on you.

He pulls away with a loud pop, beaming down at his work. “You look so good marked up.” His lips make contact again with your tummy, littering the flesh with pecks. Yuji finds his lips now on your breast, his tongue circling the hardness of hour nipples. Of course he has to leave evidence of him exploring your body there too.

At your neck his suckling and nipping is at his roughest. The tingly sensation causing you to dig your nails into his back, your ears highly enjoying the way he groans as you do so. He gives your nape one last sloppy kiss before he’s finally at your face. “This pretty face, you’re such a cutie.” He’s grinning so wide the scar on his lips appears to be getting even wider.

One of his paws cup your face together, squishing the skin to the point of your lips protruding far out. He gives them a light kiss to which he then follows with your cheek, then your eyelids, til he’s all done with your pouty mug. He releases his hold on your face,laying another soft peck on the apples of your cheek.

“Do you mind layin on your tummy for me?” He asks. Wordlessly, you roll over on your stomach, excitedly awaiting what’s to come. Yuji huffs with an amused chuckle,” S’cute you did it so fast.” To further his praise he gives your butt cheek an affectionate squeeze, his eyes glimmering with lust as he watches the ample flesh seep out from the creases of his fingers. You’re grinding against his hand, feigning for any type of physical contact from him right now.

He groans,”Y-You look so good when you do that…mmm want me to kiss you there too?” Even with your mouth stuffed against the fluffiness of the pillows Yuji hears the whiny,”Yeth Yujiit.” Your feel him release his hold on your butt his appendages now slowly trailing down your back, til you feel the tip of the digits stop at your tailbone. An indicator for where he wants his mouth to go first, he pecks the right side following soon after with the left. His lips trail lower until he’s at the beginning of the crack, his tongue peeks out giving the line a light slurppp that has you shivering.

His mouth travels to your right cheek, his greedy hands digging into the skin. You feel a light nip that has you whimpering, which gets rewarded with another one. Yuji’s tongue pokes out to give opened mouth sloppy kisses, his loud groans vibrating against the globe. He’s going on about how soft you feel, how he loves those lil dimples that litter your ass, how he likes seeing his finger tips perfectly fit into them.

The left cheek doesn’t revolve such gentle treatment. Yuji’s palm slams down on your ass, drooling at the sight of the jiggle the impact caused. “So hypnotizing, I love your ass sooo much.” He sounds like a kid in a candy store, hyped up on way too much sugar. He kisses the area where he slapped, only to repeat to the impact. An animalistic croon falls from his maw, when you let out a particularly high pitched whimper.

“Sound so good too. Knew you were perfect all along.” His extremity’s wander high and low over the expanse of your ass as he narrates his all consuming affection for you. “I’m so sorry for being s’stupid and not seeing it before. Should’ve made you my girl the moment everyone was spreading those rumors about us in college. Should’ve took you on dates all the time,” he grunts deeply as he spreads your cheeks niceeee and wide for his pleasure,”f-fuck should’ve been making love to you all this damn time.”

His eyes glue on the way your panties get swallowed whole by your ass and pussy. It’s so taut on both ends, Yuji’s eyes can’t pick what to stare at longer. Both your throbbing clit and plump lips pokin so hard against the panties it’s basically see through. It’s sight almost impossible to turn down—God,but the way the taut hole right above your throbbin pussy could partially be seen on the sides had Yuji playing a choosing game he knew he would never decide on.

Fuck it. Yuji wanted to tease and worship your body for hours but he just couldn’t anymore. He wanted to be as patient and well behaved as his lust could allow him to. But he couldn’t and wouldn’t anymore.

With one efficient yet strong tug of your panties, Yuji finally gets to lay his eyes on both of his temptations. His mouth agapes, drool pooling at the sides as he gets to see the view of both your orifices clenching ‘n closing on nothing but air. Yuji feels his dick throb in a way he didn’t know was possible til now.

You’re so needyyyy. So needy just for him. “Damn…” It’s low and appreciative,full of underlying worship that yet to tumble off his lips. He then lyes flat on his stomach so he could be face to face with your weeping slit.

His pointer fingers traces a line down your pussy, beginning at your clit and ending at your welcoming hole. “Can I kiss you here baby? Would you like that?” It sounds so innocent and kind, like he’s asking if you want a nice hug, not requesting to lap at your wetness.

Still muffled by the pillows, your loud pleas are heard. “Yethhhhh needth ith! Pleath Yuuu!” He chuckles as he takes his fingers in his mouth, sucking on it with an appreciative hum. With the new motivation of knowing what you taste like Yuji’s driven to dive head first in your pussy.

He pushes his face allll the way in the til his chin is pressed on your clit. You moan at the sensation, wiggling your hips even further so you could be evennn closer. He nuzzles his nose closer to your entrance that he’s now perfectly angled with. He rubs the tip of his snout against it, just to hear your little whines at every touch.

His mouth then opens greedily and hungrily, aiming for your constricting orifice. His tongue curls instantly in the warm hole, twisting wildly in a scooping motion. The pink muscle slurppss relentlessly, the apex of it running its bumpiness a top the hot cavern.

Yuji groans at the heat he feels from just his tongue being inside. But it still isn’t enough for him, it isn’t close enough, not deep enough. He grabs your hips so hard you could feel promises of bruises blooming,navigating them to push all the way against his face. His greedy mug now completely consumed in the bottom half of you,just the way he intended it.

His tongue delivers a good flick in up motion that has you wriggling away from his supping that won’t take any protest for an answer. Your ass receives a warning tap, one that screamed “stop moving my meal away from me.”

But you can’t help the squirming, the sense of at last being touched in a way you’ve been wanting for years almost consuming your dumbed out brain whole. So you continue to writhe because that’s all your body allows you to do.

Smack! To which you respond with more wiggling. The taps were no longer being a gentle warning.

Smackkk! This one is harder, more frustrated and fed up of the behavior. It stings so hot and tingly it brings bubbles of tears on your lash line.

Yuji, pops his mouth off, sounding disappointed he even had to,”Baby stop moving s’much, I wanna make you cum and I can’t do that if you’re running f’om me.” You whine, messy head at long last lifting from the pillows,”It’s so good Yuji. M’sorry, mouth feels so good I can’t take it.”

He kisses where he smacked your ass before chiding you lightly,” I know it feels good baby. I know, buttt you have to stay as still as you can so I can make you cum.” Again a whiney plea graces his ears,”But why not just put me it in Yuji? I can’t wait any longer, need sum in me.” He scoffs at your desperate need, shaking his head in disapproval.

“No, no gotta stretch this tight pussy out. It’ll hurt if I don’t, I can’t hurt my pretty baby.” You huff,” Okay then, I’ll try my best to not move Yu.” He smiles wide and proud, giving your butt a praising pet,”Atta girl. Don’t worry, I’ll make you cum in no time.”

Without any hesitation he dives right back in, the only difference being his mouth locking itself on your clit instead. His tongue goes round and round the perky thing,not letting up until you’ve come undone.

His index and pointer finger began to tease your entrance. Inch after inch of his girthy fingers taunting it.

He slides it less than halfway in, commencing the digits to curl up against your walls. He pairs this with extra hard sucking on your clit, groaning against it every time you croaked out in pleasure.

There was no room for anything else but his mouth and fingers that were filling, what felt like your entire body, up with red hot gratification. With every come hither motion of his fingers, your back arched deliciously deep.

So delicious, Yuji could see your sweat gleam off your back. He keeps your hips steady with his lone free hand, rubbing soothing circles, a poor attempt of numbing the out of body experience you were receiving from his mouth.

He releases your clit with a resounding pop! Only to go back and swallow it whole in his gluttonous maw. Both your bodies are slick and clammy to the point, Yuji’s plain shirt to stick go his ladder like abdomen.

His two digits give a hard thrust up that has your call out his name,”Yujiiii! Feels so good!” He smiles a toothy grin that isn’t displayed for too long before his mouth focuses back on your aching nub.

He siphons the expanse of it, moaning around it as he does so. Your moans and babbles only egging him on with every reaction . His fingers curl deep inside,desperate to feel everyyy nook and cranny of your gummy walls.

Your legs begin to shake and shiver, your pleasure ridden body loosing the strength to keep upright. Yuji takes this as a sign of your soon to be arrival.

He pushes harder and deeper, til the point his digits finally reach that spot he’s been searching for. It’s even gummier than the rest of the suffocating walls. He pushes against the special spot.

Enjoying every second of high pitched keens that can’t be held by you. Your plump thighs quake and ache for some type of reassurance because there is no stopping Yuji’s determined mouth and fingers. Your thighs attempt to clamp shut but that only pulls Yuji tighter in your greedy hole.

Babbles and calls come from you, pleas of feeling like you’re going to explode fall on deaf ears. He only knows how to explore every inch of your pussy. His tongue now wildly lapping any place that had you moaning louder.

Until he feels it. The white ooey gooey substance that starts forming at his knuckles. There’s more and more of the creaminess that begins to pool down his hand. He halts his movements, just to watch the oozing of your release.

You’re babbling, sounding brainless as your pussy practically traps his digits in its wanton hold. That’s when he begins his pace once more,without warning you. Once wouldn’t be enough for him. It couldn’t be enough for him. He plucks his face away from your pussy, heaving lowly,”Just one more time baby. Then I’ll put it in.”

Voice shaky, you protest with any sense that’s left in you,”N-No ‘Uji m’stretched out! Can—mmm! Take it!” You begin to unsteadily sit up, using your forearms to push you up. It’s quickly in vein though once Yuji uses his hand to slam you back down. He tuts,”Unh uh,I told you, one more.”

You turn your head tearfully, pushed to the desperate brink of crying. “Stop being so mean Yu, I just want to be with you, wanna be one already.” His eyes soften and his hands go to rub your love handles apologetically, his calloused fingers contrasting the softness in a way the had his brain malfunctioning. “You really want to that bad?” His voice is barely above a whisper.

“Yes, Yuji, for as long as I loved you I’ve been wanting you to complete me.” His pretty brown eyes are no longer dark with his lust and want, the gaze now being full of fondness that couldn’t be contained. He’s smiling down at you,”Let’s complete each other then.”

With what look likes zero effort he flips you back on your back. Face scrunched up in astonishment at how easy he moved you. He slides your half removed panties off your legs,chucking them in a corner of the room. He pulls off his white t-shirt, blushing at the way you’re ogling his shirtless form. He shouldn’t think anything of it after all he’s been doing the exact same thing to you all this time.

He’s kissed by Greek Gods themselves. Perfectly sculpted, built to the point he looked unbeatable, defined to the finest detail that every fine line was visible to the naked eye. “You’re perfect Yu..” your praise cause the growing blush to reach the tip of his ears. “Y-You’ve seen me shirtless plenty of times.”

“But this is different…it’s like seeing you for the first time.” He hums, admitting he knows exactly what you mean. You’re leaning forward and touching his built frame, oooing at the hardness his body offers. He almost flinches away from the contact but he lets you touch him up until you’re satisfied. Your hands wander to his belly button, your curious digit then caressing the thick patch of his happy trail. You stop going lower once your finger practically bounces off the apparent bulge that’s sticking out. Yuji whimpers at the smidgen of physical contact.

“You’re so hard Yu…Is that really cause of me?” You sounded amazed, shocked by the limits you could take Yuji. He scoffs, unamused by your surprise. “Of course it’s cause of you. You’ve been driving me crazy lately, you’re so beautiful ‘n you don’t even know it. I mean—look at you! You’re the cutest thing ever.”

Look at you.

Eyes widen, mouth agape, belly slightly resting on your thighs caused by your upright posture, breasts dripping down naturally—and you were beautiful. You felt beautiful under his gaze. You couldn’t believe the man you’ve been pining for years actually wanted you back. Coveting you so badly he’s rock solid just by your presence. A dream—

No, a reality.

A reality that you’re snapped back into when Yuji pulls down both his boxers and shorts in one fleet motion. His dick slaps back against his abs, the pearling pink tip easily surpassing his navel. He’s oozing so much pre, anyone else would think he’s came untouched.

It’s fat and lengthy in way that makes you understand Yuji’s past cautioning. It’s embellished with multiple zig zag veins that are throbbing with eagerness.

Yuji’s rubbing the back of his head, embarrassed by your silent reaction. “Say something..please.” Of course the only word you can say is,”Big.” Yuji blushes a brighter hue than before,”Something else b-besides that.”

“It’s so pretty..” Yuji is proud that you think it’s big and pretty, but the compliments were driving him up the wall. Your cute face is crinkling with adoration, a face that makes his dick jump. He couldn’t handle such unintentional teasing from you anymore. If you kept being so endearing he would cum before even putting it inside you.

“Think so?” Yuji implores. “Yesss, just like you.” It’s a mumble but it reaches Yuji’s red hot ears. “You’ve always flattered me too much,babe.” He waves off your fawning for his sake. Seriously how could you be so cute?

Your hand backs off of Yuji, now flat on the bed once more. You shake your head,”Nu uh,I’ve always flattered you the correct amount.” You spread your legs, wide and proud for Yuji to see what’s been awaiting him a very long time. “C’mere Yu’.” He obeys instantly slotting himself in between your shapely haunches, his leaking length resting atop the softness of your tummy.

His eyes look into yours for approval. Once he sees your orbs glint with the okay for him, his movements are calculated, knowing exactly how he wanted you. He maneuvers your legs to push back onto your frame, as far as it can go ,until the sides of your kneecaps appear to be earmuffs to your warmed ears.

His grip is unloosening, stubborn with keeping you there. He gawks at the spectacle before his eyes—your pussy on display for him, wide n so sticky, that the hairs a top your mound are slicked with arousal. And your tummy and breasts trapped by your own plush limbs, squishing against the body part confinement.

He could see every part of you this way, the rolls that appear a lot clearer when you’re like this, your winking pussy that pleading for him, your face that’s fevered with lust. Perfect.

He aligns the tip of his dick to your entrance, removing one of his hands from the back of your thighs to do so. He feels breathless, teetering on the edge of control and losing it the moment he slid into you. “I-If it hurts you have to tell me.” It sounds like concern at first, however it’s more like caution that must be taken. A warning that he won’t be able to govern his body.

A warning you should’ve taken note of. But unaware of how far his lusts seeps out him you agree,”I will Yu, promise.” With your promise he begins sliding in the angry tip in, breathlessly, as if any sound will ruin the view. Your pussy lips almost swallow his tip whole,selfishly undertaking vacuuming more than just the aching head.

He groans,”N-nice and slow, gotta be slow.” He’s not talking to you. He’s reminding himself of his sheer size that’s already spearing you open with just the beginning. He places his hand back onto your thigh for support, his grasp causing a hissing burn that persists through your legs.

He slides it in further, less than halfway, but it still has you seeing stars. “Oh!! Yuujjii!” Lazily, he bucks upwards, driving his hips in a steady pace. His gluttonous eyes scrutinizing the way your pussy is attempting to swallow the magnitude of him whole.

“So greedy…” He growls out. He creeps in another two inches of his dick, the width of it becoming fatter and fatter the more he goes in. You feel the burning stretch, the sensation of being stretched out in a method you couldn’t even imagine.

His thrusts become deeper and deeper before you feel the sharp slap of his balls on your ass cheeks.

All the way.

All the way in.

Both of you embark in a series of boisterous moans, crying out for the overwhelming sensation to never end. You feel your eyes well up, growing and glossy and sickly with pleasure. “Yu! Feels so good!”

He delivers a rough piston of his hips, moving body parts uppp and downnn with every moment. “You feel—fuckkk,” his pelvis bucks forward in a manner that hits the very top of your partitions, the muscle tightens at the mind numbing stroke,”f-feel it in your tummy?”

“Y-Yes! ‘S deeeppp!” He releases hold of the back of your legs once more to bring his hardened palms to grab on your rounded paunch, almost using it to anchor himself with his wild thrusts. And he does so.

You feel his digits diggg deep in the skin, bobbing your body in a volatile fashion, using you almost like a hole. His eyes gaze upon the place you’re connecting, mouth crooning out with soft whimpers of your name, murmuring rambles of thanks for letting him have you so intimately, symphonies of exalting your beautifulness.

His words just increase with their fever, their desperation, the more and more he sees himself pull himself in ‘n out of your sopping warmth.

He pulls himself all the way out til only the head is barely in, only to slam alll the way in until there’s an echoing clap of his balls against your rear.

He repeats this again. Speaking between each elongated plunge along your walks.

“You’re so p-perfect.”

CLAP!

“You sound so pretty f’or me,get a lil louder. I-I love your sounds. W-Wanna—fuck! Hear you say my name.” To emphasize his point he rests his body weight on top of you, placing his ear directly towards your mouth.

“Yuujjjiii!” You croon out loud, breaking voice bouncing off every corner of the room.

CLAP!

This time he slides in so deep the tuft of his pink pubes meet your throbbing clit. He grinds on it, length rubbing snugly with that familiar spot. “Does it hurt?” He whimpers out.

In a sense it does hurt. The burning stretch of his girth achingly spreading your pussy every time he moved inside was tingly in a painful manner. The grip of his hand on your pudgy belly is biting and nipping, dull fingernails leaving blooming crescent shaped marks on the skin. And that iron grip on the back of your thigh was suffocating where your bones meet.

Yet—yet, you couldn’t even think of correcting Yuji. The pain only added onto the pleasure that’s forming in the pit of your stomach. So it didn’t really hurt, all your brain could feel was him inside and that’s all that really mattered.

“N-No! Feels soooo good! D-Don’t stop Yuji!” He takes your words as fuel for his following assaults on your cunt. Growing uncaring of being stable any longer. He’s wild now, huffing and puffing in the nook of your neck. His pink tongue even peeks out a a few times to lick the glistening sweat off your skin.

“Everything about you just tastes good! Lemme taste your pretty lips again.” You lean your head down and immediately become embraced with Yuji’s lips slamming onto yours. Both of you grumble and moan into the connection, the audios of gratification echoing in each other’s maws. It’s greedy and rushed, no longer mindful or careful of your safety.

There’s only hunger, hunger that’s only been recently awaken for Yuji. And it was all consuming. He pulls away from your lips to get air, his tongue lapping at the saliva that migrated to the sides of your mouth from the sloppy kiss. He could only think of you cumming. Only of your pleasure as you embraced his dick in an iron hold.

His thrusts grow sharper and more determined, pleading to hear your cries of peak filthy gratification. He’s watching your face with careful consideration, seeing what type of thrust has your pupils pooling all the back to the whites of your eyes.

He surveys how your mouth gapes open, almost so grandly ajar it looked like you lacked a jaw. His observations come to a halt when he feels your legs shaking below him. He thrusts himself deeper, ravenous eyes peering down at your scrunched face as you come undone on his dick.

Your eyes fully roll back,your lips forming the syllables of his name but they never come out. Your legs try to clamp shut but there’s no use. There’s no escape from the seeping pleasure that’s take over your body.

You’re babbling, growing boneless as Yuji never stops his thrusting, fucking you throughout orgasm. He swallows calls of his name with heated kisses, embracing you with reassurance. You’re huffing in his mouth, paws hopelessly clawing at his abdomen, pleading for his thrusts to end for just a bit.

It’s futile. A good effort but a useless one. “Yu—! Can’t, no more pleaaa!” He’s placing honeyed pecks on the corners of your mouth, apologizing for his lustful onslaught. “It’s okay—shhhh, you’re okay.” He’s hushing you but it doesn’t quiet your moans.

“Yujiiiii! Y-You’re so deeep!” It almost bordered on the edge of violation with deep his cock sank into you. His sticky tip kissing your cervix every time he pistons inside your weeping slot. “Yeah? You feel me in your guts? Feel me alll the way,” he bucks upward, tip snugging on that spongy part that has you jabbering on,”in there?

He’s dripping sweat, a droplet flows down the bridge of his nose, landing on your agape face. The muscles in his back are straining and flexing to the point, your hands that have moved from clawing his abs to his back, can’t even penetrate the tough muscle. In a sexed frustrated frenzy you throw your hands back, the digits twitching with stimulation.

He’s groaning loudly in ear at this point, so loud that’s the only your ears can really focus on. There was none of his hip slapping against your ass, nor the lewdly loud sloshing of your pussy every time he pulled out of it, not even your own incoherent whines could you hear.

Just him. Just the sounds of his longed for gratification. His hand on your tummy, grasps the plump flesh, tighter and harder, abusing it as a pillar, something to keep him from unwinding too quick.

“Your pussy feels so good—s-shit, I can’t get enough of it. I want to be like this with you forever. C-Can I—mmm stay like this forever with you?” At last the hand that’s been holding up your lone leg releases itself only to reach for one of yours.

He laces his fingers in between yours, clasping it with utter need. “D-Do you want me to pull out?” Your eyes are half lidded as you respond,”N-No, want it in me Yuji!”

He’s flushed, his hips stuttering as he looks at your fucked out expression. “You’re sure?” You nod, ready to be full of his cum. He still seems too unsure of your response but there isn’t anymore time to mull it over.

“Shitttttt!” He’s hissing in the groove of your neck, hiding his wrinkling nose as his pelvis stops its ruthless pace, plugging his dick all the way back in your pussy. Tears mist his lashes as he groans out your name, that’s when you feel the complete heat that releases from his slit. You call out at the sensation, the fullness and heat devouring your senses completely.

He’s huffing into your nape, the tip of his nose snuggling against the skin as he regains his composure. The first words you hear are,”You okay?” You crane your neck to glance down at him, grinning tiredly. “I’m so good, you?” He chuckles,”I’m great. I wasn’t too rough, was I?” When he asks that he lifts his head up to examine the damage he’d done.

His eyes catch crescent moon shapes littering your legs, blotchy discolored love bites, and your past tears staining your face. He gulps, guiltily, eyes avoiding your face in shame. “Shit, I’m so sorry baby—I was too rough,”he moves to pull out of you but you wrap your legs around his waist, securing his position,”whatt?” This was enough for him to stop scolding himself.

“I loved every second of it Yuji, you weren’t too rough. It was the most perfect thing ever.” He grins, sheepishly,”I was real worried I did hurt you.” He begins caressing your thigh that’s slithered around him, using the free hand that’s not embracing yours. “I wanted to ask something before we did this, of course. But—,” he pauses, face growing even more warm by the second.

“Spit it out Yu!” You chide. “Can I be your boyfriend? I had a whole plan before well,” he points down to his softening length inside you,”this.” You giggle, pulling him in with the embrace you have around him,”Of course you can be my boyfriend.”

At those words you feel his dick slowly solidifying once more. “Yujiiii!”

“M’sorry, hearing you call me that really got me goin. Could we go again?”

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AHHH MY FIRST EVER FIC! GULP! IM SO NERVY I HOPE EVERYONE LIKES IT<3

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Once, while the two of you are laying in his bed, you’ve got that pretty, post-sex look lingering on your face. You twist one of his messy curls around your finger absentmindedly and say, "You know, I could fix the grey for you. Or are you going for more of a silver fox look intentionally?"

Tommy snorts and laughs and shakes his head because he's only got maybe ten grey hairs on his whole head. "Fuckin' brat," he mutters, pulling you in by the back of the neck to taste your laughter.

There's another instance, too. One of those rare days where they actually finish early at the job site. Tommy uses the free time to pull you from work under the guise of a family emergency, and takes you out for lunch.

Some place that just opened down town with a rustic feel to it, full of windows and exposed aesthetic pipes that have no real use. The waitress is casual but nice. And she smiles when she sees the two of you and exclaims, "Aw! A daddy daughter day! How sweet!"

You and Tommy lock eyes from across the table and hold back your laughter, but neither of you correct her. And as he orders, Tommy can feel your stare. Gaze heavy and wanting and familiar. There's that look in your eyes you always get when you've had one too many on a night out and your mind only continues to process one thing.

He can't fight off the smile that threatens when he glances up at you mid-order. Because you look nothing short of ravenous. And the moment the waitress walks away, you're leaning over the table and kissing him hard.

Licking into his mouth without shame, holding a firm grip on his jaw. It's the kind of kiss that has his blood running hot and his breath coming fast. If you weren't in public, if you were having lunch at his place instead, Tommy thinks he'd take you right here on the fucking table. Shove your jeans down just enough so he could slide in easy, right between your thighs.

But instead, when you pull away, Tommy lingers in your space. Breathes in your exhalation and when you laugh he does, too.

You smile wide and whisper so only the two of you can hear it, "Thanks for lunch, daddy."

And just like that, everything changes.

The dynamic between you changes, and Tommy does, too. Like, on a cell-based, molecular level, he changes.

Because he's never really been into that kinda thing. Sure, he's heard it a time or two. But it's always gone in one ear and out the other. Never really piqued his interest. not until now. Not until he hears the word daddy in your honeyed mouth, said with your sweet, saccharine tongue.

Before the waitress even comes back to the table with your drinks, you and Tommy are gone. Slipped out the front door without a word and back into his truck which he moves to the empty end of the parking lot, away from prying eyes.

And he knows you deserve better than this. Better than a dark alley fuck where you’re frantically unbuckling his belt and climbing into his lap with your skirt pushed up around your hips and a rip in your tights.

But you’re more desperate for him at this moment than you’ve ever been, and Tommy realizes with stark clarity that he may have met his match with you. More than just a casual girlfriend he sees on the weekend. A woman he wants to keep.

He takes you right then and there. Slams up into you with your legs spread wide and your arms hooked around the steering wheel. You’re so fucking wet that the sound of each thrust reverberates against the steel walls of his truck. The windows fog over and you find release with one of his hands wrapped around your neck and the other squeezing the supple flesh of your ass so hard it leaves bruises in the shape of his fingerprints.

You don't talk about it afterwards.

Not at first, anyway.

But two weeks later, you're spending the weekend at his apartment. The third weekend in a row where the two of you put your phones on silent and order take out for dinner every night and smoke shitty weed all afternoon. Two full days of nothing but hedonism.

It's one of those nights that you both maybe take it a little far. Both sober enough to be conscious of your words and actions, but so relaxed that inhibition no longer exists.

You're holding a bottle of whiskey by the neck, standing between his spread thighs as he sits on the edge of his bed. You're laughing at some stupid joke he made, pretty eyes bright and full of elation.

You take a swig from the bottle and Tommy says, "Gimme some."

And you smirk down at him with the whiskey still held in your mouth. Tommy doesn't understand right away, but he does when you cradle his jaw and tug at his bottom lip with the pad of your thumb.

He chuckles low. not surprised but a little dazed. His eyes gloss over with the haziness of lust, and Tommy Miller opens his mouth for you without a second thought.

You lean in close, lips hovering over his, and carefully spit the whiskey into his waiting mouth with this look on your face. Like you've got a craving only he can satisfy, despite the fact that he's been inside you no less than five times in the last twenty four hours.

His pretty, insatiable little girl.

The whiskey is strong and tastes like you and makes him feel all dizzy in a way that has nothing to do with the alcohol. Tommy holds eye contact as he swallows, the smallest drop escaping from the corner of his mouth and dripping down his chin.

You waste no time in cleaning up his mess, running your warm tongue along his skin and sighing at the flavor.

"I've got a question for you," Tommy says, hands on the backs of your thighs. "An' you can't lie to me. Yeah?"

You sit the bottle on his nightstand and lay your hands loosely over his shoulders. "Ask it."

Tommy licks his lips, a little nervous just to bring it up. But he pushes that aside the moment those memories of that day in his truck flash through his mind. The sounds you'd made, the way you'd cried out his name, the way you'd trembled in his lap. "You remember the day a couple weeks ago that I got out early?"

"When we went out for lunch?"

Tommy nods. "Mhm. An' you remember how the waitress...she thought I was your daddy?"

You avert your gaze then, almost like you're bashful. But the smirk that tugs the corners of your pretty lips lets Tommy know that you do remember. Probably just as clearly as he does. Your voice is a little quieter than before as you ask, "What about it?"

"You...d'you like that? Hm? S'that what you want? Want me to be your daddy?"

Just talking about it stirs something deep within him.

You don't answer right away. Your teeth worry your bottom lip and your thighs press together and Tommy thinks he knows the answer, but he wants to hear you say it. Needs you to say the words.

And you try, but it takes a minute for you to gather the courage. "I...uhm. yeah. I mean, I...I liked it. But I wasn't sure how you felt, so I didn't bring it up because...I don't know. I guess I just got a little..."

"Shy?" 

You nod, and Tommy turns his head to press a kiss to the inside of your wrist.

"S'alright, baby. Ain't got nothin' to worry about with me. Just wanna take care of ya." He shifts backwards, moving to sit fully on the bed, tugging you with him. "C'mere. Let me show you."

He leans back against the headboard, and you crawl across the mattress until you're on all fours in front of him.

Tommy takes your face in his hands, squeezing your cheeks together gently, and brings your mouth to his for a searing kiss. He deepens it, licking your tongue, swallowing up the taste of whiskey and honey and forbidden fruit.

But it's over too quickly.

He extends his strong legs and pats the space between them. "Right here, sweetheart."

You obey wordlessly, coming to sit in his lap, back pressed to his chest. You're wearing only one of his old, worn-in t-shirts, and Tommy's grateful for it.

Makes it a whole lot easier for him when he parts your thighs, setting your feet on the outside of his knees. He slips his calloused hands beneath your shirt and feels your soft skin, memorizing the curves of your waist, letting himself savor the softness of your belly.

He moves his hands up further, until he's palming your heavy breasts, massaging carefully, touching you like you're something holy. His thumbs stroke gently over the peaks of your nipples and Tommy grins when you let out a gasp in response. 

“So sensitive,” he says, lips brushing your ear, breath warm against your skin. He kisses the junction of your throat and touches you slowly, almost teasingly. “Just wanna make you feel good. Don’t matter how. hm?”

Tommy slowly slides one hand down your torso, lifting the hem of his t-shirt that you wear to expose your panties—soft, pink cotton that makes his mouth water. 

He drags his fingers along the smooth edge, toying with the cute little bow at the center. “Can daddy touch you here, baby?”

You giggle softly and turn your head, hiding your pretty face in the hollow of his neck. He can feel your smile against the skin of his collar bone, but he doesn’t move any further. not until you fight off your embarrassment to nod, legs falling open just a little further. 

And once you do, Tommy's fingers ghost down the center of your panties. He palms you over the fabric, curling his fingers and dragging his knuckles gently over the seam of your cunt. Already the fabric begins to dampen, clinging to your skin. “So fuckin’ pretty,” he whispers. “Got no idea what you do to me, do you?”

He teases you just like that, with slow, featherlight movements until your breathing grows heavy and you start to squirm in his lap. When you start to tilt your hips towards his hand, seeking out more friction, you can feel his dark laughter against your spine as it rumbles through his chest.

“Shh, I know,” he coos. “You gotta tell me what you want. Hm? Use your words.”

“I want一” you groan in frustration, laying your head back against his shoulder now, hips chasing his intentionally light touch. “Want you to touch me. Want you to make me come, Tommy, please.”

His smile is nothing short of sinister as he urges, “Please, what?”

“Please daddy,” you correct.

And he swears he can feel your clit pulse beneath his hand as you say it. He would love nothing more than to draw this out. To really make you fucking beg for it. For his fingers, his mouth, his love. And Tommy promises himself he will do just that later, but right now? His cock is aching for you, swollen and leaking at the tip, pressed snug against the curve of your ass. “Good job, baby,” he praises. “S’perfect.”

Tommy hooks a single finger beneath the edge of your panties, pulling the fabric to the side, groaning low as he watches your arousal stick to the cotton. You’re so wet. warm and needy, all for him. The prettiest little girl to ever exist and somehow, impossibly, right in his grasp.

“Christ,” he hisses. “Look at you.” he slides a finger through your slick and then brings it to his mouth, humming as he sucks the essence of you off his own skin, the heady taste blooming across his tongue like ambrosia.

You whimper as you watch it up close. “Please, I need you, I…”

Tommy presses a tender kiss to your temple. “I know you do. M’right here, yeah? Daddy's gonna make you feel better.”

He starts with your clit. Circles it slowly at first, building up pressure and momentum, movements free and smooth by the obscene amount of wetness that’s gathered between your legs. Your moans are music to his ears. Pleading, desperate cries of more, more, more. Always more. His insatiable little girl.

And then he slides a finger inside of you. Just one, curling it upwards, pressing in deep and feeling the velvety warmth he’s grown so familiar with. You wrap your hands around his arm and squeeze, holding on tight, sighing in content, happy just to be filled with something.

When he adds a second finger, Tommy creates a wet path with his tongue up the side of your neck and says, “Wanna see you come just like this, sweetheart. Can you do that for me? Hm? Make me proud?”

You nod, but Tommy doesn’t think you’re processing much after he starts to move his fingers inside of you. Your eyes go all glassy in that way he loves and your spine arches, pressing your ass even harder up against his aching cock. Your nails leave cute indents in the skin of his forearm, clutching him for safety. “Yes, yes, please, daddy. Please, I just want一hmm.”

Tommy presses the heel of his palm against your clit, sliding over it with each upwards thrust of his fingers. You’re so fucking beautiful like this. And he’s got the most perfect view. Better than any visual in any porno he’s ever seen.

It doesn’t take long. Your desire is high, and he knows just how you like to be touched. Knows to fuck you hard over fast, knows to hold you tight, knows just how much you like all those filthy words he whispers in your ear.

And right now? Oh, Tommy lays it on thick.

“You hear that, baby? Makin’ a big fuckin’ mess all over the sheets. So fuckin’ wet. All sticky and messy for daddy, huh? An’ so tight. Don’t know what I did to deserve pussy this good. But what I do know is it’s mine now, ain’t it? Pretty little thing. All mine. Say it.”

He knows you’re close. Can feel it in the way you writhe, muscles going tight, chasing that high. “It's yours, daddy. All yours. Please don’t stop I’m gonna—”

“I know, pretty girl. G’on. Come for me.” 

A heart beat passes and you get all quiet on him for a single second, holding your breath deep in your lungs. And on the exhale, it hits hard. You're a moaning mess in his hands, thighs clamping together, sultry moans falling from your honeyed tongue. 

“That's it, there you go,” he encourages, pressing his fingers harder against that soft spot inside you. 

Tommy doesn’t slow until your breathing evens out, draining every last drop of bliss from your bones. Your thighs tremble with aftershocks, but it’s not enough. 

He's a selfish man, your daddy. And he wants more. 

So he pushes you forward until you press your face to the mattress, arms outstretched in front of you, ass perched up and ripe for the taking.

Tommy gropes the supple flesh, palming and squeezing affectionately. “So fucking pretty,” he murmurs. He runs his thumb through your slick folds, admiring the mess he’s made of you. “She’s so wet, baby. Looks like she needs a little help, hm?”

“Yes, yes. Please. Need you inside, wanna feel you.”

The words are beautifully spoken, dripping with want and desire that’s been taken to new heights. Tommy thinks he’s been a fool to have not seen it before. He thinks he should’ve taken on this role for you a hell of a lot sooner. 

“Y’know, my hands are a little tired now, baby.” Tommy's mouth curls up at the corners as he leans forward on his knees and pushes his boxers down just enough to free himself. His dick is flushed and glossy at the tip, hard as stone. He takes it in his hand and slides the head over your wet cunt. “Is it okay if daddy takes care of ya with somethin’ a little bigger?”

Your spine bends as you arch back, pressing yourself against him, spreading your slick over his cock. The friction and warmth of it makes Tommy grit his teeth to hold back the low groan that threatens. “Yes. I want it. I need it.”

He doesn’t waste anymore time, spreading you open and pressing gently inside. You let out this little sigh of relief at being filled and it warms both his heart and that space low in his belly. “There you go, sweetheart,” he says, sinking in all the way, watching as your pussy squeezes tight around him. 

Tommy pulls out slowly, almost all the way, just to slide in a little harder this time. “God, Tommy. You're so—”

He clicks his tongue. “Nuh-uh. What’s my name, baby? Hm? Say it.”

You suddenly get all shy and bashful, and tommy thinks it looks real fucking cute when you turn your head and press your face into the blanket to hide your embarrassment. 

His only response is to grin and shove himself in deeper, chuckling low when you let out a whimper in surprise. He sets a punishing pace; steady and relentless, watching you writhe beneath him. “Oh, I know,” he coos. “But you’re doin’ so good. Talk to me, pretty girl. Tell me who you belong to. Tell me whose pussy this is.”

“Yours,” you cry out. The word is broken in your mouth, so sensitive as your velvet warmth pulses around him. High still from your release, and yet tommy can feel another quickly approaching. “It's yours.”

“Yours, what?” he urges, grunting between each punishing thrust. His hands dig hard into your hips, massaging all your softness.

“S’yours, daddy,” you finally say.

And god. It’s so fucking beautiful. So euphoric that Tommy feels like he’s lost time. Wishes that he would’ve caught on months ago to this little curiosity of yours.

“That's right,” he says, leaning forward. he brackets you with his chest to your back, kissing the nape of your neck and slipping a hand beneath you. It takes only a second for him to find your clit and he groans when it pulses beneath his fingers. “S’all mine. Daddy’s girl, ain’t you?” 

“Yes—yes, god—don’t stop don’t stop, I’m s’fucking—” your words are slurred and pretty as they roll off your tongue.

Tommy takes pride in it. In the way he’s fucked you dumb. “Fuckin’ right you are,” he grits out, keeping his rhythm steady as sweat begins to bead at his hairline. “Give it to me, baby. Come for your daddy.” 

He can feel you clench around him as your orgasm rocks through you, muscles wound real tight, squeezing his cock so fucking good it blurs his vision. He circles your clit in slow, methodical strokes, feeling it throb beneath his fingers. 

It only takes a few seconds before your hands curl in the sheets and you arch your ass back into him. Tommy fucks you a little harder with the new angle, reaching even deeper. “Oh my god, please pleaseplease—hmm—!”

“Shit,” he hisses. A low sound vibrates through his chest, unable to hold it back as pleasure takes hold. His pace falters as he fills you up. Tommy leans back to watch the sight of it; his cock glossy as it mixes with your arousal, pulsing with the added imagery of the mess he’s made of you.

He doesn’t pull out until he’s well and truly spent. He kisses each of your shoulder blades and gently eases back before falling into the comfort of his bed.

You lean forward, a silly smile on your face, looking all pretty and fucked out. A giggle passes through your lips and it makes Tommy laugh. 

“You good?”

You nod, breathing hard, and turn over on your back. “Never better,” you say.

He chuckles low and picks up the half-smoked joint from the ash tray on his bedside table. You watch him, arms tucked behind your head, as he sparks the lighter and inhales deep. Tommy gives you that crooked smile he always wears as he blows the smoke towards the cracked window. “C’mere,” he says. “Come give daddy a kiss.”

And without a moment's hesitation, you come crawling into his lap to slot your mouth against his. It's soft and easy and Tommy thinks, yeah. He's never been better, either. 

When you pull away, it’s only to ask, “Hey—are you busy later?”

“What, you mean like tomorrow?” His brows furrow. “There somethin’ you wanna do?”

“No, I mean like, for the rest of your life.”

He laughs.

watching as you pushed him back, climbed on top, thighs straddling his hips. and slowly sink onto his thick girth–then bouncing like a needy little whore.

and satoru loved even more watching your eyes fly open once he flipped you both over, pulled out, ignoring your little whimper, spread those pretty thighs, and began slamming into your drooling cunt over and over in captin position. 

your nails clawing desperately at his arms, not even arguing about taking control once he’d begun bullying your cervix with his fat cockhead. 

the ache felt delicious, feeling your cunt fluttering around him. he’d give it to you fast and hard, smug words mixing with his groans and pants, seeing you slowly becoming a whimpering, whiny mess below him, begging for more.

how adorable. 

he was so fucking smug about it every single time, he wouldn’t hesitate to remind you the next morning whose cock did that to you, as if you could ever forget.

kento nanami - soft dominant lover

nanami loves being up close and personal, the intimate side of sex. 

he didn’t care too much about being rough, quick, and chasing the thrill of climax. no, he loved watching your face closely. 

how those pretty lips parted, head fell back, moans spilled like a poetic melody he had memorized by now. it was perfect–you were perfect. just watching and listening to you was enough to make the stoic blonde come alone. 

nanami was a traditional man, gentlemanly. but every gentleman has their darker side, his in question being bsdm. he loved being dominant, loved you being his sub.

talking dirtily in your ear, whispering depraved things he wouldn’t dare to say out of the bedroom. telling you, “use your words, love,” or calling you his good girl, angel, and sweet girl. 

and when you cried from the pleasure? oh, nanami could melt—those soft tears, sobs, music to his ears. 

he swore by the lotus position. wrapped around each other, while this cock stuffed and thrust up from below. arms wrapped around his neck, foreheads together–sometimes yours would lolly to his shoulder. it was perfect. 

nanami enjoyed missionary too, staring at your pretty face and watching as it contorted with pure pleasure. only he could deliver. 

hiromi higuruma - pent-up frustrations

higuruma surprisingly loves taking you from the back.

well, it’s not too surprising, is it?

after long days at work, frustrating hours spent on cases, all he wants to do is come home to you–and fuck the shit out of you.

spooning you is his favorite. 

lying behind you in bed, comfortable, relaxed, close. his head buried in your nape, his big nose nuzzling against you and inhaling your scent while his hips jackhammered you from behind.

feeding you his thick length over and over with the pace of a slamming courtroom gavel. arms tightly locked around your waist and grunting in your ear.

higuruma was surprisingly dirty, loved degradation and praise. nipping your ear and telling you things like how messy you were being, how fucking soaked you were for his fat cock, and how you were being such a good slut for him. 

you took it all without complaint–always. his sleepy eyes stared at your back, watching as his length disappeared in your dripping pussy. coming out with more sheen, slick each time. the sounds filthy. 

if his courtroom even knew the debauched ways he fucked you in celebration or defeat after trials? well, they might have a heart attack. 

choso kamo - the whimpering submissive 

there was something about being rode that choso loved. 

he was a sucker for cowgirl.

he couldn’t pinpoint it, couldn’t describe it, but watching you on top and bouncing on his cock as it worked, you turned him on a sinful amount.

tits bouncing in his face–which he latched onto without hesitation and began sucking–thighs slapping against his in that wet fleshy harmony, and the whites of your eyes as they rolled back.

choso was always flushed hearing your breathy praises, saying that he was a good boy and s’bigggg. he whimpered pathetically, drooling with his eyes glassed over in that ‘fucked out’ way. 

just watching hypnotically as you owned him, and he loved every fucking second. holding onto your hips bruisingly tight, like he didn’t want you ever to stop.

because he didn’t. 

he could and would watch you all night if possible. but your stamina wasn’t as good as his–obviously. choso could go for fucking hours…scarily long periods. and the most he would do is pant and sweat. 

you, on the other hand, were complaining after riding for two minutes straight, wanting him to take over, and whining that your legs were getting sore. 

choso really wanted you to last at least twenty minutes, but he knew your mortal body couldn’t handle it, so he always took over eventually. 

but as soon as he got a chance again, you were back on top. 

toji fushiguro – control n’ deep strokes

toji loved being in control; that much was obvious. 

there was no way in hell he was being submissive–that wasn’t even in his vocabulary. sure, he loved you and would begrudgingly do just about anything for you, but don’t even try to ask that man if you could peg him. he’d immediately shoot you a death glare.

toji preferred the rough positions, the ones he could hit every spot imaginable in you. the ones you didn’t even know you had.

he was a pleaser, though he’d never verbally admit it. he loved pleasing you, watching you, listening to you. seeing you get all snotty and wrecked by his fat cock.

doggy over any surface imaginable, fucking into you from behind and watching that ass jiggle–fuck, he even considered biting it. in the kitchen, over balconies, the bathroom sink, a fucking public restroom, simply out of the thrill of being caught.

or against walls, having your legs thrown over his forearms, spread wide and inviting just for him, he swore he could’ve even heard your pussy begging for him to enter.

full nelsons using his big arms and hands to hold you up, his strength to fuck you with firm, hard blows that made you beg and whine. gasping when he filled you with the thick, hot ropes of his seed. 

it was no surprise that man was a father. he had a serious breeding kink…and a perv all around. but fuck did he love that pussy.

sukuna ryomen -big fat meanie

sukuna was mean.

so cruelll, so punishing.

but hell, if it wasn’t addicting.

he would fuck you so hard in a mating press that you were sure he was about to bury you into the mattress. 

bedframes feared that man, and he’d already broken several…to the point bed bath and beyond wouldn’t sell you both anymore, and he settled for a mattress on the floor instead. 

there was just something so addicting about watching you helpless beneath him. folded in half, legs over his shoulder, and nearly over your damn head with how he’d fold you like a pretzel.

the strokes were so deep, so brutal, you felt them deep in your stomach; his literally bulge in your lower abdomen was evidence alone. 

and to make matters worse, he was fucking smug about it, applying a lit pressure on it that made you feel as if the wind got knocked out of you.

his lips brushing against your ear, saying cruel, degrading things, and mocking you while he hit all the spots inside you that made stars burst behind your eyes. 

he also enjoyed prone bone. his massive weight on top of you, holding you in a drool-worthy choke hold. not enough to cut off full circulation, but enough to remind you of who owned you. and hearing him grunt the word “brat” every time your cunt clenched him too hard on purpose. 

fucking that attitude out of you every time and seeing you cock drunk in a matter of seconds, drooling onto the pillow and melting into him for more while he degraded you for it.

he was fucking cruel, and you loved it. 

suguru geto - patience is a form of torture

he’s so cruel–in your opinion at least. 

whoever said “patience is a virtue” hadn’t met suguru geto yet. 

suguru loved taking his time with you, and he really meant it. he enjoys missionary and any other position that lets him set the pace. but with your wrist tightly bound. 

he was kinky like that.

seeing your body helplessly squirming beneath him as he slowly ground his length against your walls, only kissing against your cervix each time. you wanted more–you needed more.

that envy-evoking silky long hair of his tickled you as he took his time.

like he had all the time in the world. because to him, he did.

he would ignore your pleading, pathetic whimpers and moans, softly replying with some bullshit about how it would be worth the wait. you just had to be patient. it was almost cruel how he didn’t let up.

patient patient patient–you were tired of hearing that shit.

suguru would pull out nearly completely before slowly sliding back in, over and over again. 

smirking slightly as he looked down at your pouty lips and the clear annoyance that was written on your face. 

spanking you and reminding you to wait when you got really desperate and tried to grind against him. 

but in the end…it truly always was worth it. because he’d begun hitting so deep, so fast, so good…the orgasm was always mind-mumbling, leaving you thinking about him for weeks afterwards.

maybe patience really is a virtue...

a/n: sorry for the short hiatus, been rolling in bed, cramping and wanting to rip my uterus out so…anyways, here's some jjk men positions for my fellow freaks n geeks. finally backkk, more fics coming soon. ⊹˚₊♡⟡˙⋆

a/n: also, credits to scrumptious_chowder on tiktok, she inspired this and some of the position ideas. 

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