Baby!Yuji realizing his resemblance to dad!Sukuna.
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You noticed that six-year-old Yuji had been looking in the mirror a lot lately. He was constantly studying his face and playing with his hair. As he did the exact same thing right now, a fond smile touched your lips. You walked up behind him, resting your hands gently on his small shoulders.
"Looks like someone really loves looking in the mirror."
He turned to you and smiled.
"Mommy! I look like Daddy!" he said.
"Ah, so that's why. You were discovering how much you look like your dad."
"Look, my eyes and my hair... just like his!"
His excitement made you giggle. You ruffled his hair and kissed his rosy cheeks.
"Yes, baby. You're a mini version of your dad."
Lately, everyone who saw him kept saying how much he looked like his father. The boy had heard it so many times that he actually started to notice the resemblance himself.
When Sukuna walked into the room, Yuji shared his discovery with him too.
"Daddy, look at me!"
He widened his tiny eyes as if to prove it and pointed at his pink hair.
"Look, we're exactly the same!"
A small, smug smile appeared on Sukuna’s face.
"You're your father's son, kid."
Hearing his dad's words, Yuji's face lit up. But then, a sudden thought about you seemed to cross his little mind.
"I don’t look like Mama."
You pouted slightly.
"You didn’t have to say that right to my face, Yuji."
Sukuna let out a short chuckle, a lazy, playful smirk on his lips.
"Sorry about that," he murmured. "My genes are just a bit too stubborn."
You rolled your eyes.
Encouraged by his dad's laughter, the little boy turned back to the mirror with a proud grin.
"My lips, my nose... all Daddy!"
You let out a soft laugh.
"Yeah... You really do look like your dad."
"I didn’t know you loved your father quite this much," Sukuna teased, a hint of deep amusement in his voice.
Yuji hugged Sukuna's legs tightly and looked up at him.
"I love my daddy sooo much!"
Sukuna ran his hand through Yuji's pink hair, ruffling it gently.
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yuji had a problem—his greed was through the roof.
as many kisses, hugs, and gifts you gave him, it was never enough. he loved your undivided attention, and he would do whatever it took to keep it. so, when you were on the phone with kugisaki, expect yuji to be right there with you.
you lie on your side, your phone tucked between your shoulder and your ear, yuji's head on your stomach, his thick arms wrapped around your back. you didn't mind at all, hell, you took the opportunity to play with his hair. he wasn't asleep, just using you as a body pillow.
as the conversation went on, he started getting touchy—he laid kisses on your stomach, as one of his hands moved to grope and squeeze your ass. you were used to that though; but when he started placing wet kisses below your navel, that's when you shot him a soft glare.
"yuji," you whispered, "not now."
he looked up at you blankly, still placing kisses. cheeky. when you removed your hand from his hair, he stopped. he moved up more so his head was in your chest. his hand moving to your hip; rubbing tight circles there. he was trying to break your focus, and it was working a bit.
at some point, you weren't fully registering kugisaki and what she was saying; asking her to repeat things she said because yuji's hands had slipped under your sweatshirt and squeezed your breasts, or it had slid under your pants and started groping you gently.
"yuji."
"what? i wanna touch you."
you sighed softly once more, continuing to let yuji do as he pleased. you had a feeling kugisaki was getting suspicious, but she didn't say anything. she just kept going on about her shopping experience in tokyo.
his kisses trailed up your neck to below your ear, across your jaw, and finally—your lips, cutting you off mid-sentence much to your surprise. the kiss was sweet. everything about yuji was with sweet intention.
when kugisaki noticed you stopped talking and sounded like you were being smothered, her voice rang out over the phone. "itadori!"
he groaned, kissing you harder to drown out her voice. "stop being rude. you're bothering us."
"you're inturrupting our alone time, kugisaki." her voice didn't need to be put on speaker for yuji to hear her; she spoke loud enough.
yuji bit his lip—kugisaki was right, unfortunately. you sat there watching them go back and forth until yuji hung up on her mid-sentence. it was much to your disappointment, not-so-much surprise. "yuji-"
"can i have a kiss?"
you blinked. "i just let you have one."
"yeah, but she interrupted it. therefore it's not an actual kiss."
"that doesn't make sense."
"kiss me."
"do you just want an excuse for a kiss?"
"yes." he hooked your leg around his hip.
"yuji."
he puckered his lips. you roll your eyes and sigh, kissing him like he wanted. he'll always find a way to sabotage you and when it doesn't work in his favor, he'll always find a way to make sure it will. you both know he was too cute to just turn down like that.
thinking about timid boy yuji who wants to cum on your face so bad but he’s too shy and nice to ask. ｡˚○ mdni.
he thinks he’s filthy for it— tainting your pretty gorgeous face with spurts of his warm sticky cum, wanting to watch it just ooze and dribble down your cheeks while you look up at him with those blinking doe eyes he loves so much, you on your knees and just taking all that he gives you…
but he’s just too embarrassed to ask you for it, ashamed that his horn dog mind could ever crave something like this from you, not when you were just the sweetest and cutest little thing ever…
but that’s exactly what made him want it more.
he’s sick in the head he’s awful he’s disgusting—
“yu what’s wrong? you feeling sick?”
yuji jumped from his spot on the couch and whipped his head in your direction, eyes wide in alarm.
“oh! n— no i’m fine baby.” he attempted to laugh it off, but the strain in his jeans was getting unbearably fucking tight christ—
“you sure?” you frowned, pouting a little as you began to crawl closer across the couch, yuji immediately stiffening up in alarm and fidgeting, eyes darting between your concerned pretty face and the soft swell of your breasts— a perfect view of them from your low cut top.
how he of all people managed to get such a hot girlfriend he genuinely didn’t fucking know, the fact being the greatest and one of his biggest accomplishments, though at the same time a heavenly double edged sword with how his cock was permanently rock solid and never breathing when you were around.
“you look a little flushed baby.” you sat back on your knees and took his face in your hands, cupping his warm cheeks— your frown deepening at the look of his blown pupils.
“i—”
you lifted his face a tad to examine.
“you’re worrying me yu… you feel warm like— really warm… you coming on with a fever?”
your voice was so soft and caring, and yuji couldn’t help but imagine that same honeyed tone edging him on to dump his cum all over your face—
shut the fuck up shut the fuck up—
“no! i’m— i’m okay angel! honestly heh…” he gently took your hands from his cheeks and lowered them, watching as you pursed your cute lips to the side in dissatisfaction, and his limbs twitching— feeling his stupid dick gush out a bit of precum in his pants at the sight.
“it’s just—” he swallowed, shakily breathing through his nose. “m’just a little achy is all.”
you tilted your head in confusion.
“achy?” you placed your hands on his shoulders, squeezing carefully before sliding your palms down his arms, yuji’s breathing picking up then, chest ragged as you kept dragging your hands further, inspecting over him to see what was wrong.
“from what yu? tell me where—”
god why was he like this?
you were innocently just trying to figure it out and help him… it was him that was being a sick foul pervert that was potentially about to pounce on you and scare you off.
“it’s nothing baby i swear—”
your palms slid down to his lower abdomen and he sprang up from the couch, you jumping back in alarm— drawing your hands to your chest as your eyes stretched wide.
“the gym! the gym! i’m aching from the gym the—”
yuji looked at you and a guilty pang shot through his heart once he realized he fucking startled you, you staring up at him with a shaken expression— breaths quick, and him feeling his soul actively burning off his body because of it.
stupid stupid idiot stupid—
“fuck i’m sorry baby jesus.” his big hands came down to cup the sides of your head, you slowly easing a little at his reassurance. “i didn’t mean to scare you like that i’m sorry… i’m just being dumb—”
he paused.
from— from the way you were positioned, and from the way he was— holding your face…
your pretty plump lips were perfectly aligned with his bulging freaking dick.
yuji instantly went to rip himself away from you when you reached for his hips and stopped him midway, a choke tumbling from his throat as you firmly held him in place.
he could practically feel your breath through his jeans dear god—
“what hurts yu?” you sweetly asked, soft and airy and yuji could only frantically shake his head no.
you pouted.
“please.” you leaned the side of your cheek on his thigh, and he just about saw the heavens himself. “i— i wanna help yu… i don’t care what it is. i promise.”
yuji’s skin was tingling and itchy all over, a giant lump in his throat that he couldn’t pass no matter how many times he swallowed, his clammy hands then returning to your cheeks— lifting your head so he’d get a proper look at you.
he couldn’t take it anymore.
yuji was about to look like a vile fucking freak.
“my… my dick baby…” he softly explained, voice shaky as he used his thumbs to caress your cheeks, trying to bite down the embarrassment that rose up his system at the way your cheeks went red. “it’s just— a little tight but— it’s— it’s okay! i’ll deal with it la—”
“can i help..?”
his pupils blew out and he stopped breathing.
“please.” you finished off with a little timid smile, your kind glimmering eyes not once breaking from his. “i want to… if that’s okay.”
it was more than fucking okay.
“you wanna— help me baby?” he gave your cheeks a loving squeeze before letting your face go, taking your eager nod as a sign to keep going.
“okay…” yuji took a step back. “can— can you get on your knees for me angel..?”
you nodded once more, shuffling a bit to get down on your knees, your skin padded against the soft fur rug of your carpet.
slowly… he shakily popped open his jeans and unzipped them, willing and begging his cock and mind to relax or else he was going to cum just by how gorgeous you looked on your knees for him…
“just—”
his dick literally jumped out from the confinements of his pants and you blushed, his own neck growing uncomfortably hot as he stared down at you with wobbly lips.
“just… suck for me a little?” yuji gave his length a languid pump, his tip already swelled up and irritatingly glistening. “you don’t have to do all of it baby… i don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
you parted your lips then and carefully took him into your mouth, suckling on the sticky tip and yuji having to inhale a sharp breath at how warm your tongue felt— fluttering and gliding along his slit before you sunk your lips a little further down his cock bit by bit.
“fuuuckk yes baby just like that—”
yuji shuddered and gripped tighter at the hem of his shirt, keeping it in place just above his abs to keep it out of your way, groaning at your mouth bobbing up and down his veiny dick, tiny bubbly suds of spit coating his base.
“god please don’t stop please—” he threw his head back and heaved, placing a trembling palm to the back of your head— gently guiding you through your wet mouthful slops that filled his ears so deliciously, your cheeks hollowing as you took it upon yourself to suck harder, you moaning through it and the vibrations making him that much more sensitive.
“shit!—”
he snapped his head back down and went lightheaded, your pretty little swollen lips wrapped around him so good and slurping him up so insanely messily, drool trickling down your chin as you made it your mission to help him feel better and relieve the ache he felt moments prior.
to be good for him.
“angel if you keep— sucking me like that m’gonna cum already— hic!— holy shit please slow down please—”
but you only went faster, bobbing your head without stopping even when you chocked on his cock through particularly deep swallows, him struggling to catch his breath and keep his balls from exploding and draining down your throat, jaw hardening in restraint as his abdomen stiffened up.
because that’s not where he wanted it.
jerking his hips back, yuji slipped his dick off your mouth in one swift motion with a pop!, you plopping down on your ankles and gasping for air at the sudden action, hands quickly coming up to wipe at your saliva coated lips.
“did i— do something wrong?” you panted, your doe eyes sincerely so uneasy that he nearly fell to his knees at how cute you were.
“i’m— i’m sorry yu—”
“god no baby you were fuckin’ perfect.” he breathed out, licking over his lips— half lidded ditzy eyes looking down at you as he pumped his cock over your face. “always so so perfect for me…”
and you beamed, a sweet smile spreading across your cheeks that made his balls twitch and stiffen, jerking himself faster.
“can i just—” he struggled on a moan, small tiny strained whimpers rumbling through him as he pumped, sticky obscene shlicks! echoing through the room that only made your face grow pinker in need.
“can i please please cum on your face angel?” yuji panted. “i won’t— shlick shlick shlick— make a mess i promise you i just— you’re so so pretty and you’d look so good with my cum on your face—”
without hesitation you nodded, and he wildly grinned at your permission, feeling fucking floored that his dream was coming true and he’d finally get to unload all over you like he’d nastily wanted for so long.
“thank you thank you!—”
yuji cupped a hand under your chin and gently brought your face up to keep you in place, his fist gripping his cock so hard and suffocating it as he jack hammered, babbling utter nonsense with his fogged horny brain entirely focused on you.
“stay just like this for me okay?” he was sweating, a tingling sensation twisting through his limbs that started manifesting from his pulsing tip. “can you— can you stick your tongue out baby? please? fuck m’gonna cum m’gonna cum—”
you quickly stuck your tongue out and laid it flat, the way you were so obedient absolutely ruining him from where he stood, moans grumbling through him that only grew louder and louder the closer he tipped over the edge.
“you’re so fuckin’ good to me baby—”
the grip he had on your jaw was subconsciously tightening, so much so that your cheeks were now mushed up between his fingers and making you look sluttier than before, his feral eyes brightening at the sight.
“you’ll let me do this again right?” he gulped, thin stringy lines of cum seeping from his slit and dangling lightly over your face. “you’ll let me cum on you? on— on your tummy maybe?”
“uh huh!” you spoke through your open mouth, and he basically cried— breathing erratic and the pacing jerk he had going on so insanely fast that it was borderline animalistic, endless strings of high pitched whimpers slipping from his lips.
“fuuuuccckkk! fuck fuck i love you i love you—”
his rhythm was relentless, sticky slicks sliding and pulling over his wet cock, until a white flash blurred his vision and yuji’s entire body locked up, a cold prickle washing over him then as he shot hot spurts of his load over your stunning awaiting face, gooey and thick— dripping over your flushed cheeks as you took it with one eye blinking shut.
yuji moaned so loudly, his gaze stuck watching you like glue and refusing to look away as he painted you, squeezing everything he had out of his cock to drown you in his release, up until the very last dribbling drop.
he swallowed and tried to catch his breath, speaking up after a few panting moments, letting his softened cock rest against the side of your cheek.
“you— you okay baby?” yuji wiped his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand, a tired smile breaking out once he heard you giggle.
“mhm! i am yu.”
you licked up cum from your lips and his balls almost swelled in size again, his gaze still permanently trained on you.
“you look so pretty like this angel…” he murmured, and your heart fluttered, him collecting some of his white cum from the corner of your mouth— thumbing it through your suckling lips. “so so pretty…”
just like he’d imagined.
maybe next time he could do it on your tits!
a/n: IM OVULATING !!!!!! ALSO HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO MY SWEET MAN !!! - mdni, wc 2.1k, all characters aged up, cherry heart divider by @/angeliicide !! <3
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ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, 𝐵oxer!Yuji, who wins after surviving 12 brutal rounds, but he isn't thinking about the belt nor the cameras. He's focused on you.
"and your winner.."
The referee grips his wrist, lifting his arm proudly while the arena erupts into cheers. Fans going absolutely wild chanting his name. Commentators are yelling over one another. "What a performance from Itadori, Yuji!"
Flashes from the cameras are all going off at once. Yuji raises his other hand as an attempt to cover his eyes. Despite all the noise he could barely hear them. His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths. Blood trickles from a cut over his eyebrow. Sweat drips from his chin. He should be celebrating like everyone else, instead his eyes are scanning the crowd.
For you.
Unbeknownst to him, you were already making your way towards him. You are so proud of him, tears threatening to fall from those very eyes he adores so much. Training for months, just for this moment. Yet all he wanted was you sharing it with him.
The moment feels surreal. People are shouting, the lights blaring so hard they almost drown out everything else. Reporters are already climbing onto the apron, cameras pointed directly at Yuji as photographers scramble for the perfect championship shot.
But he isn't looking at any of them. His eyes keep searching. Where are you?
His coach pats his shoulder, the referee shouting something he can't make out over the deafening cheers. The championship belt is draped over him, heavy against his shoulders, but he barely notices it.
Then—
He sees you.
You're pushing your way through the crowd, tears already spilling down your cheeks. His expression changes immediately. His entire face lights up like he had won all over again.
Your eyes meet his and you spot that ridiculous grin, it's contagious. You smile back. Without another thought, he hops down from the ring.
Security immediately rushes over. "Yuji! This way—the interviews—"
"S-Sorry!" he calls over his shoulder, weaving around them. "Just one second!"
You barely have time to wipe your eyes before he's made it to you. You take in all of him standing before you. His ruffled up rosy hair, the sweat dripping from his head, the cut from his eyebrow that's still bleeding. God he looks hot.
You reach up instinctively, cupping his face as gently as if he were made of glass. "You did it," you whisper, your voice trembling.
"I did," he says with a breathless laugh.
Your thumb brushes carefully beneath his eye, avoiding the fresh cut. You analyze his pretty face. His puppy brown eyes staring back at you. "I'm so proud of you." you say gently.
His smile falters for just a second, not because he's upset. Because hearing those words from you means more than the roaring crowd ever could. He leans into your hand. His own raising to cup yours. "I kept looking for you," he admits quietly.
"I know."
"I couldn't find you."
"I was coming to you." you explained with a playful tone.
His eyes soften. "Oh." A small laugh escapes from him "Guess we had the same idea."
The cameras finally catch up, surrounding the two of you. Yuji immediately steps in front of you, separating you from the chaos. The sudden flashes and shouting voices overwhelm the quiet moment you had shared.
For a moment, neither of you says anything. You can see the worry in his expression, the way he keeps glancing back at you to make sure you’re okay despite everything happening around him. A small smile forms on your face, touched by how naturally he puts you first.
You smile softly and reach for his hand. "Go."
He looks back, a bit shocked. "What..no. Just ignore them, baby." He whines.
You roll your eyes and squeeze his hand for a second, "We'll celebrate later. Together." You smile, looking down at your hands, letting go.
Yuji's eyes follow yours down to your hands as your fingers slowly slip from his. He doesn't move and he doesn't want to. His thumb brushes against yours one last time before you let go completely.
"...Promise?" he asks quietly.
You look back up at him. "I promise."
His shoulders relax just enough. He nods slightly satisfied.
You reach up, gently brushing a stray pink strand away from his forehead, careful not to touch the fresh cut above his eyebrow. "And after they're done..." You lean in just enough that only he can hear. "...You're all mine."
His ears instantly turn bright red. "...B-Baby..."
You smirked to yourself, a quiet laugh escaping your lips at the sight before you. Yuji remained rooted to the spot, cheeks burning as he tried—and completely failed—to recover from your teasing. His mouth opened slightly as if to say something, only for no words to come out.
You gave him one last warm smile before taking a slow step backward. "Don't keep them waiting, Yu."
You turned on your heel, your figure disappearing into the crowd of people as you made your way toward the quieter hallway beyond the arena. You knew he'd find you the moment the interviews were over.
Yuji stood there for another heartbeat, completely frozen. "...Fuck." he mumbled under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck with a helpless grin.
"ITADORI!" his coach barked.
Yuji jolted. "Right! Coming!"
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𝜗𝜚 your boyfriend, Yuji Itadori, is not-so-secretly a teeny bit of a pervert for you!
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Pervy!Yuji, who’s the best boyfriend you could ever ask for- seriously! He’s no stranger to carrying you in his arms if your ankles start to ache in a pair of heels, and he volunteers to carry your bags if you ever go shopping together. In fact, he gets upset if you don't let him- and when you finally relent, his face cracks open into a boyish, sunny grin that makes you forget why you ever refused him on the first place.
Pervy!Yuji, who thinks you’re the best girlfriend he could ever ask for, too. He’s hopelessly in love with you, following you around like a lost puppy, salmon-pink hair ruffled beneath your hands when he yanks you into a kiss with his strong hands.
That’s another thing about Yuji- he really loves kissing you. The feeling of your soft mouth on his, tongue gently swiping between his lips, is enough to have his mind go fuzzy. But, unfortunately, as the blood flow to his brain short-circuits, it directs to… somewhere else.
Pervy!Yuji, who gets hard just from the feeling of your body being close to his. He really doesn’t mean to, he swears! It’s not his fault you look so good in everything you wear- and it’s definitely not his fault for interrupting your date to go get off in the bathroom because of it.
“Shit-“ he moans breathlessly, hand clamped over his loud mouth while the other snakes between his legs, “shitshitshit- she’s so pretty- hck-“
You’re aimlessly scrolling on your phone by the time Yuji gets back, sliding casually into the booth across from you. “Hey, babe!” He grins toothily, fingers drumming on the table like they weren't wrapped in sticky strings of his own cum three minutes prior.
“Hi, Yu!” You beam, “what took you so long?”
He just laughs awkwardly and scratches the back of his head, eyes refusing to meet yours as his cheeks warm. “Nothing. Long, uh… long queue…” he mutters, gaze dropping automatically to the sliver of cleavage your top affords him with. And then snapping back up before you catch him staring. “The queue, yeah! Yeah. Yes. Uh, what did you order?”
“Yu, we’ve already eaten.” You say, quirking a brow at his flustered expression. “I was waiting for you to get back.”
“Oh. Well in that case-“ he says, voice growing in volume to distract himself from the way your mouth looks as you apply lipgloss, “-shopping?”
Pervy!Yuji, who is still the best boyfriend ever even through the constant distraction of your body in front of him. He reallyyyyy doesn’t mean to, but when you’re giggling and holding onto his bicep, pressing the occasional kiss to his cheek? He’s so far gone he'd laugh at himself if he wasn't trying to keep a pleased moan from slipping out.
“Do you mind holding this one while I change, too?” You say, pouring up at him with sparkling eyes. “It’s hurting my wrist.” You both know the bag isn’t hurting your wrist at all, it only contains a few tops and a new bra that Yuji drooled over in the fitting room.
“Definitely!” He says excitedly, grabbing the handle from your hand and slinging it to join the conglomerate of other bags dangling from his arms. Although, when he peers down, he realises he can see the bra. Which shouldn't be an issue, it's only a piece of fabric, after all, but unfortunately Yuji's dick doesn't seem to think that way.
Pervy!Yuji, who gulps as he peeks into the bag- neatly folded, pretty pink lace with the centre bow just peeking out from behind the receipt. He’s never been so thankful for the oversized paper squares in front of his crotch as he feels his mouth pool with saliva at just the thought of your tits in it- and then his absent mind drifts to what bra you’re wearing now.
“Yuji!” You say, snapping your fingers in front of his face. “Why are you smiling like that?” Taking in the dazzling, slightly dumb grin plastered across his lips, and the blush on his cheekbones, “I’ve been calling your name for at least twenty seconds-“
You sigh. “I’ll just do it myself. Stand behind me so nobody sees.”
“Sees what, babe- oh.”
You bend over right in front of him in the entrance to the fitting room, hand stretching out to grab the tube of lipgloss rolling across the floor after it escaped your pocket.
Pervy!Yuji, who literally almost cries tears of perverted joy when he realises what you’re doing; if he angles his body jusssstttt right, if he crooks his head to the side correctly then-
“Fuck.” He whimpers under his breath, eyes catching on the sight of the panties hugging your ass. He can feel himself harden in his jeans, heat pooling low in his toned abdomen as his throat constricts around a muffled groan.
“Are you seriously staring at my ass, Yu?” You groan, straightening up eye level. He doesn’t even bother lying- the tent in his jeans is evidence enough, even without the blown pupils and embarrassed blush dusting across his nose.
“I don’t think it’s gonna go away.” He mumbles sheepishly, glancing down at his crotch, “not with you here.” You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose, quickly checking the “employee on break!” sign dangling from a nearby rack.
“Fine.”
Pervy!Yuji, who has you gleefully pinned to the wall of a changing room within seconds, the curtain haphazardly yanked to the side to cover up what’s really going on.
“Hah- guess I’m not the only perv here, huh?” He grins lopsidedly, absurdly strong arms holding your thighs around his waist as he rocks into you. “We didn’t even need any prep, babe, that has to be a first, like, scientifically-“
“Shut up, Yu.” You whinge, soaked cunt fluttering around him. You can’t lie to yourself- seeing him so needy really does make you wet, slick shining on your boyfriend’s pelvis.
He’s so big it’s staggering; rosy tip leaking beady drops of pre and his size stretching you out. Pervy!Yuji looks down in lovestruck awe, pink hair flopping down loosely into his eyes.
“Woahhhh,” he remarks, breath hitching between little whines, “you’re so- so-“
“Full?” You offer breathlessly, your hips struggling to keep a steady rhythm of grinding down. It’s a low blow, you’re aware- Yuji never lasts long when you talk to him during sex, something about your voice sending little sparks down his spine.
“Fuck!” He moans into your mouth, “fuck, babe, I’ve told you not to speak like that if you want me to last-!”
“I don’t- mmfh- I don’t want you to last.” Your lips tremble against his, back arching as your fingers interlock behind his neck, “I want you to cum.”
Yuji shudders, body straining with the effort it’s taking to not wrangle you straight to the dubiously greying floor and bury his face between your plush thighs. “Really?”
You brush a lock of pink from his sweaty face, his skin clammy as he overheats below the hoodie he left on to be quicker. Yuji’s eyes are drawn to the gap between your legs again, at the way his fingers swipe through the gloss piling up at his base and cram into your mouth.
It's filthy at best- dribbles of sparkling saliva and glittery trails of your own slick slip from your mouth, tangling together as you gaze up at your boyfriend through heavy eyelashes. "Mmfh!" The noise serves to do nothing but make Yuji impossible harder inside you, his hips redoubling their eager efforts to have you soak him more than you already are.
"You feel so good," he moans, "been thinking about this since lunch- hey, did you know I had to go to the bathroom to jerk off?" Your eyes widen- so that's why he was so flushed!
Gasping in surprise, the noise gets muffled by the two fingers prodding at your forcibly flattened tongue. Yuji beams innocently- if you could only see his face, maybe you wouldn’t suspect he was buried fully into your cunt; his expression is nothing short of sunny, his lips lopsidedly smiling.
"Yeah," he continues shakily, "yeah, I came all over my hand and everything, babe, and all I could think about is how much I wished you were there with me-"
Well, despite everything, he's still your Yuji. He's still sweet, even with his hand shoved into his underwear as he ruts into his fist in the bathroom. It makes your heart do something stupid inside your chest.
“C’mon,” he coaxes, desperation just prevalent in his tone to make you whine, “c’monnnn, need to see you first.”
The whites of your eyes flicker into view as you cum, clamping down around Yuji’s cock hard enough for it to knock the air out of his lungs. "Ohmygod," he breathes, "fuck, fuck I can feel you doing that around me- oh-" His hips stutter and jolt, finally coming to rest as white spills over your fluttering insides.
Pervy!Yuji grinds his hips in slow circles to let you come down from your high, weakly tucking himself away and making sure you can stand on achy legs. You groan as you wriggle your ruined panties back into place, the offending lipgloss from before tucked safely into your pocket.
Yuji just grins with renewed energy, scooping the piles of dropped bags from the floor like he isn’t dripping down your thighs.
“I’m never wearing a skirt around you again.” You grumble, throat sore and your tongue still coated with the taste of your own slick as you tuck your arm around his to leave. “Pervert.”
Yuji beams.
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a/n: first time writing for Yuji kinda nervy.. + ty to @kissthesword for this idea even if it took me so long to get around to LMAO
