۶ৎ your boyfriend yuji loves cum play
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yuji itadori is into cum play. he loves to fuck you through your lacy underwear, pushed down just enough for his dick to ease into your hole, clinging so greedily around him. it never stays on for long though; soon your panties end up discarded somewhere as he loses himself in you, soft squelching sounds filling the room while your cunt swallows him whole, milking him down to the base of his balls.
he ruts into you slowly at first, building a rhythm, increasing the snap of his hips for a minute before easing back again, only to drag more orgasms out of you. he watches closely, drinking in every reaction, the way your release mingles with his as he finally spills into you. his eyes stay fixed there, transfixed as it leaks out of you, your pussy fluttering and spasming around him while he bottoms out once more. the natural curve of his cock presses into your g-spot, pulling a broken, lewd cry from your throat—your body overwhelmed, your mind going hazy from the way he fills you so completely.
your nails dig into the skin of his back, nearly drawing blood with how tightly you cling to him, pleasure coursing through you in waves. and despite how filthy he is with you, his eyes remain soft, gentle, almost innocent. you know without a doubt that if you showed even a hint of discomfort, he’d stop immediately.
when he finally pulls out, his cock rests heavy in his hand, flushed pink and still pulsing from the way he just came inside you. his fingers curl loosely around the base as he drags the tip along your lips, painting you with slow strokes, letting it tap and press against your swollen pussy.
he isn’t finished; he hasn’t finished showing his appreciation for you yet.
his cock is still overstimulated, leaking from the tip. with a quiet groan, he lets the last of it spill over you, ribbons of white landing across your chest, your tits bouncing softly with every small movement you make beneath him. only then does he sag forward, exhausted, dropping into the crook of your shoulder as he catches his breath. his voice, when it comes, is rough and low, carrying a rasp like the sound of an ocean from far away.
“you’re so good… you know that, baby.” he breathes against your heated skin, his voice completely earnest.
his lips follow his words, pressing soft kisses along your skin, teeth grazing lightly before he sucks and nips, leaving faint bruises that bloom beneath the surface.
he drifts lower, mouthing at your chest, his tongue circling your areola before trailing between your breasts, licking up the mess he made. he hums softly at the taste, teasing you again, never quite letting the moment rest.
his breath stays warm against your already flushed skin, each low pant and drawn-out whine blending with the way his large hands roam, insistent, fingertips guiding your body however he pleases. and you let him, folding so easily beneath his touch, giving yourself over completely, a puppet to his touch.
you know what he wants, and you want it just as badly. you crave the taste of him, the look on his face when you give in. your fingers drift down your body, smearing what’s left behind before scooping from your inner thigh. slowly, deliberately, you bring two coated fingers to your mouth, pushing them past your lips with a soft, satisfied sound as you taste him.
his gaze sharpens instantly. his hazel eyes darken as he watches you, your tongue sliding over your fingers, savoring every bit. the sheets twist in his grip, his hand fisting the fabric so hard you can feel the tension from the veins on his arms bulging. when he speaks, his voice is low and strained, thick with want and desire.
“you’re so perfect… you’re gonna be the death of me, baby, you know that?” his lips dip into your space, the taste of his sticky release still lingers when he pulls you into a kiss. it’s messy and urgent. his lips move against yours in a rush, his tongue slipping past to tangle with yours, swallowing every sound you make. his hand presses into your waist, dragging you flush against him as he chases the last traces of himself on your lips.
you barely manage to speak through the haze, your voice soft, dripping with warmth as you coo so softly.
something in him shifts at that. his eyes flick up, and his hands come to cradle your jaw, firm but fingertips gentle and featherlight against your skin. he kisses you again, deeper this time, like he’s trying to take everything you’re offering and hold onto it.
slowly, he moves down your body, settling between your thighs. his hands spread wide as he lifts your legs over his shoulders, holding you open for him. when he looks up, his pupils are blown wide, his grin crooked and bright, devil-like in the way his face is feral, and his mouth tilts just enough to border on cocky. his hair sticks to his forehead, his skin flushed from everything he’s feeling.
“and i’ll forever be yours.”
he presses a soft kiss to your thigh before glancing back up, extending his pinky toward you with a playful tilt of his head.
you can’t help but smile, hooking your finger around his.
“it’s a deal,” you reply.
he laughs, warm and breathless against your skin.
then he’s right back between your thighs, mouth finding you again, still slick and sensitive from everything you’ve shared. his lips press against your pussy, teasing your clit as his hands knead at your thighs, reassuring you even as you squirm. every so often his palm lands in a soft smack against your ass, just enough to make you jolt for him.
his tongue works into you, slow at first, then deeper, pulling another orgasm from your body as your release spills against him. he doesn’t let up, his nose brushing your clit while his tongue moves in and out of your pretty hole, fucking you with his tongue, tasting everything, all of your sweetness mixed with his own.
and whenever you try to close your legs, to squirm from the pressure, his hands are quicker, palms steady and fingertips splayed wide, holding you open. sometimes though, he lets you trap him, lets you lock around him, squeezing your thighs tight around his head just to hear the way he groans, muffled and needy, completely lost in suffocating in your heat.
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