Sukuna why so hot ?????? I will have bad dreams with you
yuji itadori with a feminine girlfirend <3
Pink. Glittery. Pretty. Strawberry vanilla scented body wash. That's probably how Yuji would describe his girlfriend if someone asked him.
And do not save him, he's exactly where he wants to be. There is just something about having such a girly girlfriend when he's the exact opposite that gets him going.
"Babe have you seen my lipgloss? I can't find it anywhere!" He hears you shout from the bathroom, where you're getting ready for your dinner date with him.
"Which one?"
"The pinkish glittery one."
"Uhh probably in your bag babe."
"Found it, you're the best!"
He smiles, waiting for you to finish your last steps, excited to see the outfit you chose to surprise him with this time.
As on cue, you spray a bit (a ton) of vanilla scented perfum and finally- after what felt like hours to him- you walk out all ready to go. His breath stutters. His heart starts pounding in his chest. Clearly, he will never get used to your beauty.
Everything about the way you look is perfect in his eyes- the glowy makeup, the way you styled your hair, but the thing he likes the most is definetly your outfit.
The baby pink mini skirt, dangerously close to flashing him, with the matching flimsy top hugging you in all the right places. Of course you also chose the perfect heels and bag to go with everything.
Twirling to show your boyfriend your whole outfit you ask "Do you like it?" He takes a second to respond- eyes to busy scanning you from top to bottom like he was trying to carve the image in his brain.
"Like it babe? I think I just came in my pants, seriously." You giggle, his face showing a slightly pained look like he wasn't kidding. Walking closer to him, you wrap your hands around his neck, smling.
"You don't look that bad yourself baby." His cheeks flush a light red, now wrapping his arms around your waist. "I'm not joking you look absolutly gorgeous. Beautiful. Breathtaking. I shall worship the ground you walk on."
You're now full on giggling, him smiling at hearing his favourite sound come from you. Looking at the time after calming down you pout "We should go before we arrive too late."
"Don't I get a kiss before we go?" You playfully roll your eyes, already leaning in to give him a small peck. Looks like he had other plans as he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss, his hand now reaching down cupping your ass in his hand.
Gasping against his mouth, your hand pulling his hair you pull away. "Yuji! We really need to go now." You warn him but he doesn't seem to mind the scolding as he has an unapologetic smile on his face.
"Sorry babe, you were distracting me." Kissing you one last time, he grabs the keys, a hand steady on your back as you walked out. Not too long before walking you feel a sharp slap against your backside.
"Yuji!"
"Sorry baby."
︵ ೀ mdni. yuji pushing his fingers deep inside you
“do you like it when i…?”
yuji’s voice is soft, almost shy, muffled against the inside of your thigh as he pushes a second finger inside you—slow, careful, letting you feel every inch as he sinks it to the knuckle. your back arches off the bed, overwhelmed already by only his fingers and the way his breath fans hot over your skin.
you nod—not trusting your voice—because yes, god yes, you like it, you like everything he does to you: the kisses he trails down your stomach, the way he hooks his fingers in your panties and tugs them down like he’s unwrapping a gift, the hours of teasing until you’re trembling and begging before he’d finally line himself up and push his thick cock deep inside you.
“okay,” he breathes, almost to himself. “okay, i’ve got you.”
he curls both fingers and presses them against that spot that makes your cunt clench hard around him before he starts to scissor them, stretching you further and the fullness is dizzying—every tiny movement sends sparks racing up your spine until all you can feel is his fingers inside you, owning every inch.
your hands fist the sheets, then his hair, tugging hard enough to make him groan against your clit. “yuji—i’m—” you can’t finish. it’s already too much, the overstimulation building fast, but he doesn’t stop.
slowly—watching your face the whole time—he adds a third finger. your eyes squeeze shut; a silent cry escapes you as the stretch burns so good it hurts. you try to take him, to adjust, but every careful push deeper sends another wave of heat crashing through you.
“shhh, baby—relax.” his free hand slides up your stomach, presses flat against your lower belly to hold you down when you squirm too much. “you can take it. you’re doing so good.” he pins you firmly to the bed, keeping you right where he wants you while he works the third finger deeper.
he loves this—loves teasing you until you’re trembling, loves the way your thighs shake and your breath hitches, loves watching you squirm so needy around his fingers. he almost forgets his own aching cock straining against his sweats, leaking helplessly into the fabric. he doesn’t even need you to touch him right now.
all he needs is this: you full of him, stretched and sensitive and completely his, making those desperate little sounds while your cunt clamps down on his fingers so tight he has to fight to keep moving them, fucking you through it.
