Warmings: Dub Con, Nsfw (yuji Is Aged Up To 20) This Is A Long One~

warmings: dub con, nsfw🔞 (yuji is aged up to 20) this is a long one~

“please teach me how to eat pussy!” yuji exclaims, face down, forehead pressed against the floor and kneeling down in front of you as if he’s afraid the question would make you hit him.

you stare at your best friend with his hands pressed together above his head as if he’s praying to a god, that being you.

“uh- yuji, get up.” you chuckle awkwardly, masking annoyance as you gaze around at the many people surrounding the area.

he hesitantly looks up at you and slowly stands with his head down as if he’s an animal trying to make himself small to show submission.

you shake your head at him and sigh. “can you just finish your food so we can go, you idiot?” you gesture at his plate before rubbing a hand down your face. why yuji decided now was the perfect moment to spring such an idea on you? you have no fucking idea. you really should be used to this kind of thing with him

once you guys finally get back to his house, yuji’s natural constant chatter is just as it always is so you figure he was just joking with you earlier. a terrible joke, but still.

and as you sit on the carpeted floor of his room, in front of him with crossed legs, he bows down at you once again.

“please! teach me how to eat pu-”

“-yuji. i heard you earlier.” you interrupt him quickly as you blink down at the back of his head. “get up, why are you on the floor??”

“oh, right.” he nods to himself before sitting up and crossing his legs to match your position sitting before you.

“so you said the next human earth worm movie is out?” you inquire.

he perks up. “yeah! it’s the third one- wait! you didn’t answer me!” he shouts at you accusingly.

your brows furrow a bit at his persistence. “yeah i get it, yuji. ha-ha. very funny.”

his head tilts with utter curiosity and confusion, resembling a golden retriever.

“huh?? i’m not kidding around, y/n. take me seriously!” he whines, stubbornly like a child.

“you’re being serious? are you out of your mind?” you whisper shout back at him, cheeks rapidly heating up and eyes widening as you realize the situation isn’t just a bad joke

“please? you’re the only girl that would teach me!” he whines at you, hand gripping your knee and squeezing it like a child begging for a cookie

“what!? no i- why would you think that i’d-” you stutter, flustered and eyes flickering down at his hand on your knee. yuji’s always been touchy but in this particular situation, it feels terribly wrong

“-because you’re my best friend.” he pouts down at you, attempting to pull on your heart strings

you and yuji had been ‘best friends’ since forever really. you can’t remember him ever not being around and talking your ear off, spinning you around on his back, protecting you from school bullies (his older brother), always pulling a smile from your tear stained face, and really just always being there for you.

your parents and his grandfather have worked together since before you were born and so when they’d work, you and yuji would play. that turned into never leaving eachothers side, to the point that your parents moved you to join his school. all of your teachers even allowed you to sit together in every class because you would both cry and whine if not.

playing as kids turned into hanging out on your own time as young adults and before you knew it, you both got used to each others constant presence that it’s just natural to be together now, not ever going more than a day apart. yes, yuji can be obnoxious but being an only child to busy parents got lonely. his idiocy became welcomed pretty quickly. your friendship only grew when his grandfather passed and sukuna had taken the role of his guardian even though he’s only five years older.

yuji’s never had a filter, much less the ability to read social cues. it’s not completely shocking for him to bring up sexual topics with you but never like this. you can recall when you were ten and he told you that he ‘jerked off’ for the first time and that you just had to try it because it ‘changed his life!’ and then pointed at the space between your legs to explain what he meant. it’s always been shocking to you how easily he’d speak about such topics with a girl. now as an adult, you’re used to not taking him too seriously. but for him to flat out request for you to teach him such a thing, it’s mind boggling.

“best friends don’t do that. just read about it online, i’m sure there’s a lot of information out there.” you dismiss, taking deep breaths in attempt to rid your face of the visible embarrassment all over it.

“no. there’s so many conflicting opinions, y/n!” he complains to you, whiny and stubborn.

you push at his hand gripping your knee and he doesn’t even budge, seemingly not noticing your attempt at getting him to unhand you. “i- i can’t explain it any better than they can, i’ve never even had that done to me before-” you mutter the last part with utter embarrassment, head cocked to the side and avoiding eye contact.

“that’s fine! we can learn together!” he exclaims as if he’s just so intelligent for thinking of that idea.

your eyes snap up at him as your ears and neck join your cheeks in the oven. “w-what? you want to actually do it to me??”

you assumed he meant that he wanted you to explain to him what to do, which is already absurd, but he’s implying that he wants to actually eat you out.

“well, yeah! can i?” he smiles brightly and nods at you.

you gawk at him, your hand, which was trying to pry his off your knee, freezes along with the rest of you, unintentionally squeezing his in shock.

“please?” he urges.

“yuji- i- why do you even want to know how to do that?” you question with utter disbelief.

he hums in thought, “i wanna be good at it! sukuna says its important.”

you rub your hands down your face in attempt to process the situation. “then he can tell you how to do it, l-leave me out of it.”

“he told me to ask you.” he explains, inching closer to you so that your knees are now making contact.

you gulp as you gaze at your knees touching and then at his large hand that glided up your knee and onto your thigh. you aren’t even sure he realizes his hand on you, it’s so natural for him to be touching you in someway. it’s how he shows affection, you’ve always been okay with it. that was, before he asked to eat you out.

“n-no.” you mutter at him with defensive intent, fiddling with your fingers in your lap, strategically covering the area between your thighs. the idea of actually letting yuji do such a thing has only crossed your mind when you’re all alone and the most you’ve ever thought about was kissing him! but even then, you’ve thought about your highschool teacher in that way as well. it’s never serious! and it’s never supposed to be something that’s spoken about. everyone has those thoughts!

not to mention, your mind is racing. what color panties did you put on today? did you shower this morning or was that last night? why does that even matter??

yuji visibly deflates, eyes sinking to gaze down at your fiddling fingers and his hand falling off of your thigh.

“okay, i get it.” and he doesn’t say it in a bitter way, he sounds a bit.. sad?

your fingers stutter in their movement as your mouth opens and closes, trying to think of the right thing to say.

“you get what?” you ask, awkwardly but gently.

“it’d be weird if i did it.” he assumes your thoughts with a shrug.

“uh- well, yeah. kinda.” you mumble back at him.

“would you let sukuna eat you out?” he suddenly questions, curiously.

your eyes widen once again and snap up at him. “h-huh!? no!”

sukuna has always bullied you and yuji and while yuji’s not affected by it in the slightest, you’ve always been sensitive to it. you could never imagine sukuna doing something like that to you, much less allow yourself to be so vulnerable as to open your legs to him.

yuji hums and looks at you curiously which only makes you word vomit in fear of him perceiving your fluster as an indication that you’re lying.

“i’d never let him do that! i’d let you do it before he ever could.” you shake your head with a grimace, eyes locked on your fingers and not even aware of what you just admitted.

a beat of silence is all you need to realize it. and immediately you slap your hands over your face in utter terror. “oh- my god. that’s not what i meant-”

and yuji’s gentle fingers pulling your hands away from your face are what stops you from talking, eyes timidly peeking up at him.

“do you think it feels good?” he suddenly questions out of the blue, tone much more serious than before which causes you to gulp. his fingers sloppily hold onto yours in your lap, never having let go of them when he took them away from your face.

your breathing deepens as tension fills the space between the two of you. “do i think w-what feels good?” you timidly question back, voice soft and almost afraid to speak too loudly.

yuji’s eyes don’t leave yours and he leaves a gentle beat of silence before he speaks, unlike his usual quick chatter. it’s as if he’s allowing a moment of silence for you to sweat.

“a tongue on your pussy. i assume it feels good but obviously i wouldn’t know.” yuji explains without an ounce of hesitancy.

your eyes don’t even flicker down at your skewed combined fingers in your lap, that being the last thing on your mind as you stare into his unrelenting light brown eyes.

you shrug slightly, shoulders twitching mid shrug in bashfulness. the blush on your face has become permanent at this point and yuji can feel the slight shake in your hand.

“have you thought about it before? what that’d feel like?” he asks, calmly but his ears dust red.

“um- i mean- i guess, yeah. everyone has.” you stutter, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you await his next words.

“what would it feel like?” he questions but it sounds more like he’s putting a topic of discussion up in the air, like one of the lectures you get in class. “wet, probably. warm? i don’t know, you’d probably be really hot down there already. a bit rough maybe because of the contrast of how soft your pussy is.”

your lips part, releasing slow, shallow breaths between thick gulps as you blink up at him, your eyebrows twitching ever so slightly. the way he speaks seems to urge your mind to imagine it—to see it, to feel it. and you almost believe you can, as every word feels like it flows into your bloodstream, rushing down to pool in the folds and curves of your most intimate place.

and that’s when you feel the soft pads of his fingers rubbing softly against the backs of yours, you’re not even sure when he started doing that.

“it sounds like you’ve thought about it a lot.” you mutter, softly and so quiet that he can just barely hear you.

his usually wide, doe eyes are now droopy and soft as he gazes down at you. “and you’re saying you don’t want to know how it actually feels?”

“i didn’t say that, i’m human of c-course i do.” you blink at him, brows twitching down as you consider what he means by that. “but you’re my best friend, yuji. it’s- weird.”

“why does it matter who’s tongue it is?” he asks, genuinely curious.

“your best friend can show you how it feels.” his voice deep as he lifts your fingertips toward his face. But before they reach his lips, you gently pull them back, hesitating, softly saying his name in warning. He pauses briefly, unmoving, waiting for you to actually rip your hand away before resuming, guiding your fingers to their intended destination.

You watch your fingers in his grasp, your eyes intent as you gulp in a mix of reluctance and anticipation. He observes you closely, his gaze steady as he slowly extends his tongue, languidly dragging it up the tips of your fingers. he doesn’t miss your soft gasp when his tongue slides against you.

He's right-it's wet, warm, and just a bit rough. It feels as if your fingers are directly linked to your pussy because you could swear you can feel the glide of his tongue against your now throbbing clit and slick folds.

“don’t you trust me?” he inquires before letting your hands rest in your lap once again, not letting go of them for one second.

“of course i do,” you mumble back at him, shyly.

“you know i wouldn’t hurt you.” he smiles, squeezing your fingers briefly.

you nod, tentatively.

“it would feel so good.” he teases you as he tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear, head tilted to look into your eyes at your level. “my warm tongue sliding against your cunt.”

the lewd words shock you but more so, they work to arouse you. you feel as if you’re a piece of meat being seasoned for later.

you nod, gently, agreeing that it would likely feel pleasing and his smile grows with your small admittance.

“just let me kiss it.” his tone returns to the previous begging one as you stutter, mouth agape. “over your clothes! then you can decide!”

“you want to.. kiss.. it?” you repeat his words, more to process them than anything.

he hums excitedly with a nod. “i can show you!” and he quickly sits up to crawl over you, forcing you to lean against your palms with wide eyes looking up at his closed ones.

You gasp and blink rapidly as his lips meet yours, delivering a series of pecks and gentle kisses.

he hums into your lips, pushing a particularly long, pressurized kiss to them before separating from them with a smile. you were too shocked to actually return his kisses even if you wanted to.

you’re frozen as he sits back in his previous criss crossed position as if he hadn’t just taken your first kiss with the excuse of demonstrating how he’ll kiss your lower lips.

finally snapping out of your haze when he calls your name, you exhale sharply before touching the tips of your fingers to your flushed lips.

“y-you kissed me!” you exclaim with panic, shock, and utter fluster.

“yeah! that’s what i’ll do to your pussy- over your clothes of course.” he nods quick with a huge smile and thumbs up.

you stare at him as if he’s an exotic animal in a zoo for a bit before shaking your head harshly in attempt to snap yourself out of it. any idea of not crossing that dangerous line with yuji has left the station, he’ll forever be your first kiss and you, his. you’ll forever know the soft pressure of his lips on yours.

once you’re over the initial shock of the kisses, you allow your mind to wonder how that pressure and warmth would feel against your needy areas like he demonstrated.

“over my clothes?” you ask timidly, wavering on the edge of being convinced.

his eyes light up and he nods ferociously.

you take a deep breath and glance at his bedroom door with a gulp.

“don’t worry about him, sukuna is in his room. he can’t hear anything in there.” yuji dismisses your thoughts, seemingly reading your mind. sukuna’s music buzzes softly through the walls because of how loud it’s playing in his room and you know he’s right. you blush even harder at the assumption that you’d be making noise that could possibly be heard.

and really, when you think about it, you were fucked the second he asked you that initial request to teach him, no matter how stubborn you came off as. what twenty year old virgin can really resist their best childhood friend begging to eat them out?

“o-okay.” and the moment you utter the word, yuji’s smile immediately grows and he takes the opportunity to gently urge you down to lie against the floor. “b-but! we- we can’t talk about this happening ever again. what happens in this room, stays here.”

yuji waves you off, basically drooling like a dog as he nudges you down.

“im serious, yuji! this never happened.” you insist as the ceiling comes into view.

your heart rate sky rockets when you feel him maneuvering your legs to rest on his shoulders.

“okay, whatever you say!” yuji agrees and you’re not completely sure he can even hear you but honestly thats a problem for the future you who’s not horny enough to let their best friend use their tongue on them.

you sit up on your elbows to supervise what he’s doing with quickened breath and shaky hands.

he’s lying on his stomach, holding your thighs gently in place as he observes the covered area of your pussy.

he takes a long, deep sniff of the area and you gasp in surprise. “don’t do that!” you basically whine, not because it makes you insecure, but because you can physically feel arousal leak out of you to add to the wetness already soaking through your panties. he wants to smell you, taste you.

“so addictive, wow.” he mutters to himself, amazed at how just one whiff of your pheromones makes his jaw clench, forcing him to battle every instinct to tear your clothes off and truly discover your taste pallet.

and before you can even say anything, his lips are on your sweatpants, starting with an experimental peck you can hardly feel and then another one with more force right below your clit, pulling a gasp from you.

his eyes snap up at you excitedly at the sound he was rewarded with, his figurative tail wagging. “right there? i can’t really tell where everything is with these on.” he gestures towards your sweatpants and you gulp. he seems completely content and even ecstatic to be doing this at all, over thick pants or not.

“that’s my- uh- right under my c-clit.” you stutter, embarrassment bursting at the seams just uttering the lewd word to your friend.

“oh, clit is good right?” he asks curiously.

you nod slowly with a gulp. “that’s where it feels the best. kind of like- your tip i guess.” you clear your throat awkwardly, briefly divert your gaze, and then quickly return your eyes to his face, eager to watch his next move.

“ahh, i see!” he smiles, excited that he understands your anatomy to an extent. “so here?”

he presses a hard kiss to where he thinks your clit is but he’s still off, lips pressing into the area above your clit now. nonetheless, that area is still sensitive, pulling a breathy whimper from you. he’s unintentionally teasing you and your patience is slowly breaking with every kiss

you curse under your breath as eyes clench in conflict, briefly.

“what’s wrong?”yuji asks, worriedly before you shake your head at him.

“nothing, it’s just- it’ll be easier if i take these off,” you gesture towards the thick sweatpants, “you know, to teach you better.” you explain, quickly.

“right, right, to teach me!” yuji nods eagerly, helping you to pull them off by yanking them down your legs and barely getting them off of your feet. they pool around your left calf, showing how impatient the two of you virgins are.

only when he returns to position, arms wrapped tightly around your thighs and his face inches away from your thinly covered pussy, do you start to feel self-conscious. the frantic, desperate speed with which you both tore away the barrier between your panty clad pussy and his mouth is almost comical compared to how much the pace slows when he returns to his position.

he blinks at your nearly transparent, soaked cotton panties, observing how the wet fabric clings to the curve of your throbbing nub and exposes the shape of your lips, leading to what he assumes is your entrance.

“it’s really wet? is that okay? did i do something wrong or is this normal or?” yuji questions, curiously and a bit worried as he watches your nub twitch.

“sh-shut up,” you mutter at him, lying back to cover your face in shame. you assume he’s teasing you for being this wet already and all because of your obnoxious best friend.

“c’mon! you said you’d teach me,” he whines, dragging out your name obnoxiously.

you groan and reposition to prop up on your elbows once again to look down at him.

“fine just- don’t- laugh.” you threaten him with briefly squinted eyes.

he hums in impatient agreement, he’s barely able to take his eyes off of your pussy to look you in the eyes.

you take a deep breath. “i’m wet because i’m aroused.” you admit timidly and clearly embarrassed considering the way you mumble the word ‘aroused’

his eyes now have no problem leaving your sweet spot to look into your eyes with wonder. “i- i’m arousing you?”

you close your eyes briefly in embarrassment before opening them and nodding softly with gently knitted brows. “kinda.”

it takes everything within you not to facepalm. ‘kinda’? you’re soaked through your underwear and still leaking. ‘kinda’ is laughable.

a smile graces his lips in pride before returning his attention to your lower lips. “clit?” he voices before pressing a sweet kiss to your throbbing nub. the pressure of his soft lips is much more vivid now that your thick bottoms are out of the way.

“f-fuck” you grit out in a tone yuji’s never heard from you as your hips jolt up to subconsciously chase the feeling of his lips.

“yeah?” he asks, obviously happy with his affect on you.

you nod, helplessly as a darker wet spot rapidly forms where your entrance starts.

once he gets confirmation of where to focus on, he closes his eyes and begins to gently kiss your clit with no talking breaks between. each touch of his lips causes a whimper or gasp as you cling to the carpet. he firmly holds your thighs in place as you twitch and shiver with heightened sensitivity

“does that feel good?” he asks, hopeful.

you hum but it comes out as a moan, “you’re doing good.”

he seems to love your praise because he nibbles on the fat of your inner thigh in appreciation before continuing to kiss your pretty clit.

after only a few moments of gentle stimulation, he starts to lay open- mouthed kisses on you. the first time his tongue brushes against your clit is the first time you let out a real, loud, desperate moan.

yuji just can’t help but groan, the taste of your sweet liquid mixed with the sound of your beautiful noises is just too much. the vibration of his groan shoots through your nerves and your back arches with a gasp.

“w-woah, that’s wow.” you babble, unintelligibly.

yuji is delighted that you didn't mind him using his tongue; after all, it's part of kissing, right? its not as if he’s going against his promise to simply kiss you over your clothes. you even seemed to enjoy it. he knew you would.

with that, yuji sets aside his gentle kisses and moves directly to playful licks and curious strokes of his tongue against you. immediately, to his happy surprise, you release your grip on the carpet and instead clutch his pink hair tightly as you whine. your panties may as well not even be there, practically drenched from your arousal and his wet tongue, it clings to your pulsing labia. he can almost feel the contours of your folds against his tongue.

“‘s good?” yuji mumbles between licks, glancing up at your adorable flushed face that conveys so obviously that you’re feeling good.

“mhm! yes.” you mutter back at him, desperate to make him keep going

it’s laughable that your panties are the barrier you need to feel better about this, as if the thin fabric even matters when you’re this wet. at this point, he’s eating you out. panties or not, if someone were to walk in right now, they’d see yuji’s face shoved between your legs as you twitch and jolt in utter pleasure, pornographic sounds coming from your mouth and squelching pussy that you, nor yuji has ever heard come from you before.

he realizes pretty quickly that you favor when he lays his tongue flat and licks your nub from side to side, your sweet sounds get louder and you grip his hair so much harder. so he focuses on that, making sure to use that as his main attack. his mindset is the same as when he’s playing one of his video games

“y-you’re a liar!” you shout at him between gasps and guttural hums.

yuji whines into your pussy, unwilling to pull away to even ask what you mean.

“this is not- ngh!- not your first time!” you pull his hair harshly, desperate to feel his tongue deeper, closer, anything you can get.

your unintentional praise makes him whimper against you. the feeling of his fingers yanking on the straps of your white cotton underwear pulls you out of your deep trance of euphoria, allowing you to push on his forehead with a groan. his lower face glistens with your slick and he looks at you with a deep pout as you push him away from your sweetness, worried that he’s done something wrong.

“y-you didn’t cum, right? i’m not done, why are you pushing me-”

you shake your head with a whimper, “you’re pulling on my panties.” you gesture down at his hands gripping your straps.

he tilts his head with confusion. “so? i can’t take them off?”

you blink down at him and swallow hard.

“that’s- you said over my clothes.” you huff out, clearly out of breath and not completely unaware of the ridiculousness of your refusal.

it doesn’t take much to persuade you— a single kiss to your clit is all it takes before you’re both clumsily tugging your panties down your legs, hands colliding in your haste.

“off, fucking off.” yuji mutters, almost angrily at your clothing when they apparently don’t come off as quickly as he’d prefer.

“it doesn’t matter if you do it directly, right? i mean that doesn’t mean you’re actually eating me out—we’re just showing eachother how it feels. i’m sure a lot of friends do this.” you mutter through heavy breaths as you wrestle your panties down with him.

“right, yeah. whatever.” yuji dismisses, uncaring of whatever explanation you need to tell yourself to allow this

your breath comes out in heavy, desperate gasps, mingling with yuji’s as he takes control, swiftly yanking off your sweatpants and underwear, tossing them somewhere in his room to be quickly forgotten.

yuji immediately pushes your thighs apart with prying eyes, taking in the sight of your bare, slick cunt.

you whine as you attempt to close your legs when he stares for too long but it’s no use, yuji’s strength is terrifying. even the arousal isn’t enough to ignore the embarrassment of being observed so closely in such an intimate area. it doesn’t help that it’s your best friend doing the observing.

the noise that comes from yuji is primal, a deep throaty groan that only turns into a desperate ‘fuck’ when your chasm clenches around nothing in response to his groan.

“h-hurry, please yuji” you plead, whiny and clearly desperate but he fucking loves it.

he exhales deeply, licking his lips before absolutely ravishing you, his wet muscle abusing the poor nub you told him to focus on.

but direct contact is aggressive, so you squeal in sensitivity and push on his face once again until he’s whining and asking what’s wrong.

“too much! s’ too much.” you mumble in broken words, breathing deeply in relief that the stimulus has halted.

“i’m doing it wrong?” he asks, innocently.

“no yu’, my clit is just- sensitive, you’re going to fast.” you coo at him, instinctively rubbing the top of his head affectionately.

“slower?” he hums, curiously and you nod breathlessly.

he follows your direction, using his tongue to toy with your sensitive clit as slowly as he can.

and fuck he’s glad he listened to you because you start grinding your pussy against his tongue desperately, chanting his name like a prayer.

“that’s so- fucking good. you’re so good, yuji. you were r-right. it’s wet and and warm. a little -ngh- rough but it’s perfect. perfect.” you babble incoherently as he languidly kitten licks your little nub

yuji whimpers into you happily, rutting his aching cock into the ground as to chase any kind of friction he can

“you’re so yummy, so tasty. it’s sweet but not like candy, like nothing i’ve ever had before.” he mumbles against you, using his tongue between every few words.

his words seem to only add to your pleasure tenfold because you can feel a pressure building in your abdomen, similar to an orgasm you’ve experienced all alone but not nearly this intense.

you gasp loudly, “i’m- fuck, yuji you’re making me- i’m cumming”

yuji enthusiastically starts picking up his pace, flicking his tongue against your clit harshly and shaking his head side to side as he glides his tongue over you.

you squeak and push at his head. “no, yuji, wait-”

and he sadly unlatches from your pretty pussy and looks up at you, your fluid dripping down his chin. “i’m sorry, what’d i do?”

“you went too fast again, it’s okay it still feels good. it’s just not what was making me cum. when i say close to cumming, just continue what you’re doing. okay?” you teach him, embarrassment not even in the room anymore and instead replaced with shameless euphoria.

he nods shyly, “sorry, i just get so excited when you say you’re gonna cum”

“dont apologize. do you know how good you’re making me feel yuji? ive never felt so good. ever. even alone.” you admit and that seems to cheer him up, enticing him to lay his tongue flat against your nub

your eyes roll back, hissing slowly in pleasure as he ever so slowly licks you up and down, using the soft bottom of his tongue and the more rough top to stimulate you beautifully.

“yeah, that’s- mhm- keep doing that.” you coo at him, petting his hair and every now and then pulling at it

“cum, please, i wanna taste it.” yuji begs as he makes out with your cunt, not only focusing on your clit but your folds too which only allows for that feeling to begin to build once again.

“there! yuji! keep doing that. i’m so close.” you whine at him, eyes clenching shut and mouth dropping open.

your toes curl and you’re finally pushed over the edge, your vision tips white and it feels like your orgasm lasts minutes. and yuji’s such a good friend, helping you ride it out by continuing to caress your little bundle of nerves gently just like he now knows you like.

and as your body twitches harshly in after shock, yuji begins to make out with your clit like he loves it, as if he’s grateful to it for allowing him to stimulate it to release, rotating between using his tongue and his lips. you hiss and babble his name loudly in overstimulation.

“yuji, i came. no more— please!” you beg helplessly as you push against his forehead.

“again.” he muffles into your clit, only causing a sharp edge of stimulus to your nerves that makes you jolt.

“no! off off-” you command, sharply as you push against his face with both hands.

he whines the whole way but he does allow you to push him off.

“girls can cum more than once at a time! i read it— let me?”

“do you- actually like doing this that much?” you ask in disbelief, to your knowledge, most men think of this as a chore. some even refusing to do it. but yuji’s treating you like his favorite meal.

he nods furiously. “you taste so good, and you’re so soft and warm. i love when you twitch against my tongue, and jesus your noises are my favorite. i wanna keep going, please. one more?”

you whine and shake your head but yuji’s already back to work, experimentally slithering his tongue around your folds until he finds your entrance and then he shoves it deep into you. it’s obvious he’s inexperienced and just in love with your cunt, in too much of a haze to have seen your head shake with refusal.

you gasp loudly in equal parts pain and pleasure as you grip his hair with both hands. “no more! i’m so sensitive.” you plead him, an overstimulated tear falling from your eye as he explores your pulsing walls.

it seems as though he can’t even hear you until you shout that it hurts, then it’s as if a flip went off, immediately pulling his tongue out of your pussy and sitting up to check you.

you sigh shakily in relief as he crawls over you to caress your cheek. “i hurt you? are you okay? i’m so sorry. fuck.”

you shake your head weakly and gently nuzzle against his palm in relaxation. “it’s okay, it was just a lot at the end. but it- that felt really good before, you did really good,” you breathe out.

he smiles happily at you and licks his lips, trying to lick up the surrounding area of his lips as well to collect all of your slick in the same silly way you’ve seen when there was leftover food on his face.

he quickly yanks his sweatpants down, leaving him in his boxers and helps you into them to cover you, assuming you’re likely uncomfortable having your lower body uncovered on his bedroom floor.

he gently plops down to lie beside you in the way you always do but this time it’s completely different. the act of what just happened hangs in the now humid air.

the large tent in his boxers is impossible to ignore. “uh- you’re um- you’re hard.”

yuji blushes a bit and waves you off. “don’t worry about it, it’ll go away eventually— once i forget your taste i assume.”

you nod briefly and blush harshly.

“so how come i read girls can cum more than once but you couldn’t?” he wonders with curiosity.

you hum and clear your throat, “well, that was my first time being- uh- eaten out so i guess im just not used to the feeling yet?”

he hums with intrigue. “will you get used to it?”

a beat of silence ensues as you blink at the ceiling. “that’s um.. i don’t know. depends if i keep having orgasms like that, i guess?”

“i see.” he hums. you swear you can hear the wheels in his head turning.

“you’re really pretty down there.” yuji compliments you casually causing your cheeks to stay hot, momentarily throne off balance by his ambush of a comment.

“o-oh, thank you.” you gulp, thanking him nervously as you press your thighs together.

“i didn’t know they could look like that. kind of like a flower with petals. tasty petals with nectar on them.” he speaks his thoughts out loud with ease.

you should have assumed he’d act this way, this is who yuji is. and you’re his best friend, he wants to share all of his thoughts with you, even when it’s about your pussy that he had his tongue on and in just moments ago.

“a lot of guys say they don’t like giving head.” you snicker at him.

he gasps. “really? no that can’t be true.”

you shake your head and chuckle at him a bit.

then, it’s silent as you listen to the buzz of sukuna’s music still thankfully playing from his room.

“what- um- time is it?” you inquire with a clearing of your throat.

yuji immediately responds, but his voice cracks, only adding to the already awkward vibe. “think it’s been like twenty minutes.”

you gulp. “oh.”

“are we supposed to like, do something right now?” yuji voices, both of you too afraid to even look at one another.

“um like what?”

yuji shrugs to himself and gently but awkwardly slides an arm under your back and pulls you to lie on your side with your head against his chest. “like— this?”

you blink rapidly and freeze. “c-cuddle?”

he chuckles nervously and gently caresses your shoulder with the arm wrapped around you. “i guess, aftercare or something?”

you snort. “i think that’s reserved for couples, yuji.”

“oh. right, my bad.” he chuckles once again and pats your shoulder so awkwardly that you sit up with haste.

“i- uh- should go.” you mutter, eyes already searching the floor for your own sweatpants and panties.

he immediately sits up. “no! you were gonna sleep over. stay.”

you gulp and peek at him beside you. “okay, but we both need to shower.” the idea that your fluids are all over his face still is haunting you, not to mention the wet mark on the collar of his shirt.

yuji nods and laughs awkwardly. “you hungry?”

and right on cue, your stomach growls angrily.

and as you eat your peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, sitting on the counter as yuji leans against the opposite one, sukuna waltzes in and takes a water from the fridge.

he eyes the two of you as he gulps down his water, noticing the unusual silence between the two of you and the way you look guilty, as if you’ve done something bad.

sukuna snickers loudly. “actually gave in to the little runt, huh? cant say i didnt see that one coming.”

and your face burns up, remembering the fact that yuji told you sukuna was the one who told him to ask you to teach him in the first place.

yuji simply continues to eat his sandwich, unphased and just happy to be eating.

“shut up, sukuna.” you grumble, too familiar with his teasing.

“aww come on~ i’m not judging. no virgin can resist the temptation of head.” he smirks at you, leaning against the fridge.

you immediately grip your sandwich tighter than before as you avoid eye contact. he’s completely right, that’s exactly what happened.

yuji smiles to himself as he eats, blissfully repeating your words of praise over and over in his head. he’s barely even hearing your conversation with his older brother and not because he doesn’t know what you’re talking about, because he does. he just doesn’t care if sukuna teases you. you came on his tongue, that’s all that really matters.

“didn’t think you had it in you, kid.” sukuna praises the naive boy with a harsh punch to the shoulder. “what’d she taste like?”

you gasp and shove your face deep into your hands, thighs pressing together harshly in attempt to hide as much as possible.

“like savory candy! sweet but not sweet?i can’t pin point it exactly yet.” yuji explains unhurried and casually before taking a bite out of his sandwich.

sukuna laughs in his naturally creepy way before eyeing you up and down, smirking when he catches the sight of yuji’s sweatpants on you.

“you’re such a creep.” you mutter, arms crossing over your body, protectively.

sukuna ignores you, leaning over yuji as he wraps an arm around his shoulders. “what’s she look like under there? she shave?”

your eyes widen and you throw your sandwich at him in irritation but he easily ducks without even looking at you as he awaits yuji’s answer.

“now that i think about it, yeah she does.” yuji shrugs, brows furrowing in confusion when you send him a death glare.

sukuna laughs at you, “so cute. i bet she’s nice and wet in those sweatpants now too.”

you groan, irritated and rub a hand down your face in frustration.

sukuna walks up to you and leans into your ear, “little idiot make you cum, sweet girl? you teach him how?”

you shiver with wide eyes and a gulp before composing yourself and shoving him away with a roll to your eyes.

“hey— of course i did!” yuji exclaims, proudly and you simply sigh at yuji’s ignorance.

“you kids have fun,” sukuna chuckles and walks out nonchalantly and you don’t miss the fact that his music is turned off for the rest of the night.

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part 2 sukuna? 🫣

✧ ⁺˳ cw. fem! reader, husband nanami, unprotected, whiny nanami, using a vibrator on him, praise, nıpple play, mdni.

“go ahead m- my love but, that’s kind of . . kinky,” nanami sheepishly huffs, slouching further back against the fluffed pillows that rests on the mattress. with pretty umber eyes boring into you, he’s giving your nude body occasional three second glances before he stares between your legs—you’re a mere tease, hovering over his leaky cock. just a few seconds ago, you were riding him and now, you abruptly stopped with a cute impish look curling against your lips. “a vibrator on..me?”

leaning in, you press a wet kiss into the pulled out blue collar of his business shirt he wore. ruffled and crinkled, you smell near the edge of the fabric, intaking a long whiff of his cologne before humming. “jus’ hold my hand, ‘ken,” and he feels his heart race at your sweet words. nanami’s legs sprawl themselves further apart before he grabs onto your hip. another hand finds its way to yours, interlocking his slender fingers within your own. the inside of his open palm was warm and his breath hectically shakes once he hears the faint ‘pop’ sound of you switching the toy on. “thaaat’s it kento, just relax.”

“f- fuck,” nanami’s jaw tightens almost immediately once the rubber head of the vibrator skims its way onto his tip. you’re real slow, pacing your movements but he was already near the inevitable carnal edge. nanami lets off a throaty groan, gradually tossing his head back and his adam’s apple bobs in rapture. as you’re cowering over his lap, you use a free hand to swipe a few blond strands of hair way from his face. so pretty. nanami’s trying to maintain his neutral stoic expression but he ends up shivering right away instead. his sounds were so pleasing to the ear. gruffly low moans came from him—he’s moaning out your name again and again like a broken record whilst briefly teetering his weight underneath you. the jittering toy rubs all over his swollen tip before his abs clench underneath his shirt. “honey, you’re killing me here,” and his bottom lip quivers before he stares at your teasingly jerking body. “let me touch you at least, please.”

amused, you hum at how needy he was.

how desperate he was to touch you more, brushing his fingers inside of the cave of your warm just wasn’t enough. he wanted more.

the toy was on the lowest level—yet, it felt like it was at its highest point. nanami’s pathetically twitching and spiraling underneath you, and you’re not making it any better by leisurely dragging your sopping cunt against the toy and his tip at the same time. “ngh, kento you feel so good, baby,” you feel a tugging coil within your stomach practically snap. nanami’s cock stood tall, rosé-colored with his cockhead glistening with pre-cum. it’s pretty, his balls were all full and a few achy veins prod through his skin at the toe-curling friction.

as the seconds pass, the tumultuous screams of the vibrator only grow louder. nanami’s thigh starts to bounce before his mouth pries open. “aw, ‘s okay, kento. doing so good.”

“honey, don’t ‘aw’ me,” he groans, and you can’t help but giggle at his brief sass. it later turns into a long drawn out moan because he can barely hold his head up anymore. nanami’s entire body feels hot - too hot. with your body so close up to him, he’s burning up, with the help of the toy also. he swallows thickly, failing to get that lump that’s trapped in the far back part of his throat.

your teasing had his blond arched brows curling up in obscene frustration—he even made an attempt at feeling down body but you grab his wrist. a small pout twists against his spit-glossed lips before he grumps. “how are y- you gonna deny me what’s mine?”

you kiss near his chiseled chin, feeling his naturally crooked lips curl from your tender touch. he wants you so bad.

“be patient, baby,” you murmur, hot breath ghosting against his skin. you’re so close that you feel the brief tickle of minuscule hairs that grow underneath his bottom lip. nanami grunts, the vibrations of the toy making him moan. but not only does it make him moan, it makes him whine.

the second you flip the switch to turn it on the second level, nanami loses it. he’s an entire drooling mess underneath you as it’s grazing against his tip. you’re holding the toy with one hand, softly moving it back and forth against his swollen head and poking at his peeling frenulum. his entire cock felt the teeth-shattering convulsions and they feel like straight electricity.

“pleaseplease,” he whimpers out, entirely a abandoning his bland façade. this was a new nanami. you don’t think you’ve ever heard him beg before, let alone hear him whine. his voice was so sweet despite the creeping rasp that bellows from his words. his hair was a mess, nanami’s sweating pinballs as he’s jostling underneath you. his pretty pink lips get gnawed at by his teeth before they start to quiver. “let me touch you, i wanna touch my wife. fuck, jus’ wanna touch you. feel you everywhere, please.”

and as he’s rambling with compressed eyebrows and a needy pout, you lean your head down, pressing yourself right up against his beefy pecs. tears of sweat race down his perfectly sculptured body, although you can spot a bit of a rounded tummy on nanami.

it’s cute. just the way his presentable blond happy trail roams further down toward his decorated pubes, you found yourself staring a lot longer than you intended. “you wanna touch me?” you sweetly coo, swaying the toy back and forth in a circular motion with your entire wrist, feeling his shaking only intensify. he could hear his unsteady pulses from his heart beat through his ears—and oh, he’s never felt so sensitive.

his response was a desperate nod—nanami groans lowly, an almost growl as his lips part. strained breaths snatch from his lungs before his eyes meet yours. as he stares at you intently, he swears he’d fallen in love with you all over again.

nanami was a simple man. a simple pussy whipped man.

“go ‘head, touch me,” you purr, and he doesn’t expect for you to press your lips right up against his pecs - only to then slide your head up his shirt, putting your lips against his neglected perky nipples. as you suck, he doesn’t waste any time, allowing his broad big hands to roam all over your body, savoring your soft skin colliding with the insides of his palms.

nanami then whines again, the current stimulation making him an entire mess and leaving him speechless. with the way he’s sounding because of your tongue salaciously flicking near his sensitive nub, you could barely recognize him from his tone. the warm tip of your tongue gingerly rolls itself around his nipple while you’re still rubbing the toy over his drooling tip. his head tosses back again before he uses a hand to grab onto the wooden creaking headboard. “fuck, fuck you’re an odd one, sweetheart.”

you hum with his nipple still stuffed in your mouth before throwing the toy aside on the other part of the bed. he hears the soft thud before feeling your welcoming warm cunt slowly sink its way back down onto his cock. nanami groans, his eyes widening—lips spreading and jaw clenching. “oh m- my,” he eyes trail down at you, and he pulls you closer into his chest. “honey, you’re so dirty. ‘m gonna cum.”

and as you’re sucking against his pec, nanami lets off a hoarse groan. he’s halfway in and he’s already shooting inside, various creamy ropes pour into you all at once and you hear the familiar squelch. it’s abrupt and so quick it gives him whiplash. his body feels like it’s all on fire—he chews the inside of his cheek before he’s just left stunned with his mouth dangling open. “mmf,” you feel a few viscid strands of saliva dribble from the corners your mouth, and he feels his cock twitch at the sight.

nanami grunts, everything feeling like an indescribable blur. his body including his weighty shaft that’s partially buried inside of you was limp. this candied fervor he’s feeling—he never wanted it to go away. one of his hands cling to your waist, piercing his padded callused thumbs into your soft skin. “ugh, told you,” he grouses, feverish balmy spurts of cum still oozing its way inside. it’s velvety, you feel wads of it spill inside before spilling right back out, painting down the edges of your thighs with ivory white. nanami’s breath was still shaky as you’re playfully jerking forward, barely moving a muscle but to him, it feels like you’re riding him. “y- you always make a mess out of me.”

“good boy, kento.” you remove his pec from your mouth, getting from under his shirt and you cup his face—only to pepper a few sprinkle of gentle kisses near his cute buttoned nose.

his lip quivers at your praise and he almost always gets off from it - your praise. your praise to him was technically dirty talk. as he’s slumped underneath you, all submissive and broken, nanami has the most pussy drunken grin.

“i- i wanna get you pregnant again, sweetheart. wanna make you a pretty mommy again. please, god i need more. more of you.”

Howl truly is the man of all time. He’s a playboy. He’s a malewife. He fell in love with a ninety year old woman. He’s a rugby player. He smells like hyacinths. He’s not a natural blond. When dying his hair went slightly wrong, he filled his home with slime. He has a PhD. He’s a wizard. He found a way to another universe and he told absolutely nobody about it. He makes video games about the magical universe for his nephews. He can’t play the guitar. He always takes a guitar with him when he’s trying to seduce a woman. He’s a self-proclaimed coward. He got drunk to trick himself into doing something dangerous. He overcharges for his services to rich people. He undercharges for his services to poor people. A woman invaded his home and declared herself his cleaning lady and he just let her stay. He loves spiders. He lies about his surname to everyone, including royalty. The true spelling of his first name is Howell, but we don’t find out until halfway through the book because the POV character thinks it’s spelled Howl. He’s even Welsh.

mating press with toji but he can't keep still, he'ss fucking u so hard that your still managing to get pushed up higher on the bed and he just chases you up the mattress until ur cornered on the headboard and he's just growling, telling u to stop running away from him even tho you arent !!!

PLEAAAAAAASEEEEEE🥴🥴🥴🥴 HE'S SOOO DEEP INSIDE YOU AND HE'S SOOSO HEAVY ON TOP OF YOU IT'S SO FUCKING OVERWHELMING AND IT JUST FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD THAT IT HAS YOU SOBBINGG

you're both covered in sweat and it's all soooosoo messy like the slick sounds that come every time he slams his hips into yours are just fucking filthy. and you are trying to back off a little, just a little because you can't even breathe properly but then he's there. still right on top of you, his big thighs pressing down against yours while his one hand supports his upper body and his other goes to cradle your neck. and then he presses his forehead to yours, his dark eyes glued to your teary ones. you're not going anywhere now. he's got you locked in this delicious position and it's enough to push you over the edge again. so you're crying out under him, your body twitching so hard bc it's just too fucking much that you feel like you're almost gonna pass out.

but he fucks you through it, his raspy voice praising you – telling you how good you are for him and how good you feel. telling you that he loves you. as he cums, he pushes his hips into yours one last time and then he stays there, pressing sloppy kisses all over your face bc he just needs to make sure that you feel his love<333333333

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

40 year old Bakugou who’s back is aching from a long double shift, but you look to pretty to resist so he makes you ride him on the couch.