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You couldn't tear your eyes away as he peeled off his shirt, letting it drop carelessly to the ground. Now just in his boxers, he crawled onto the bed, his knees pressing into the mattress between your legs. The air in the room felt thick, almost suffocating, as your heart pounded in your chest. How did it come to this? You hadn't exactly planned for tonight to go like this.
Earlier that evening, it had all seemed so casual. Yuji had invited you over with that trademark cheeky grin of his, tossing out the invitation like it was nothing. "We should hang out," he'd said, leaning against your locker at school, his voice light and full of mischief. The way his eyes lingered on yours for a beat too long, though, told a different story. There was an unspoken tension in the air, one that had been building for weeks now.
And now, here you were, sitting on his bed, your hands clasped nervously in your lap as he knelt in front of you, practically glowing with confidence. "Hey, thanks for doing this, Y/N. I promise you won't regret it," he said, flashing you that grin that always managed to leave you breathless. His tone was light, as if this wasn't a big deal at all.
How can he be so calm about this? you wondered, swallowing hard as the blush on your cheeks betrayed your composure. Your stomach churned with equal parts nerves and anticipation. You wanted this—wanted him—but your body refused to cooperate, every muscle tensing under his gaze. Noticing the warmth creeping up your face, Yuji chuckled softly.
His fingers brushed against your cheek; the touch so light it sent a jolt of electricity through you. "You're so red," he teased, his grin widening. "You okay? Do you need me to, like, do a backflip or something to break the tension?" You laugh despite yourself, the sound shaky but genuine. "That would definitely break something."
He chuckled, his hand dropping to rest lightly on your knee. "Hey, I'm serious, though. If this is too much, I can stop. We could just cuddle and watch some weird movie. No pressure, Y/N." The sincerity in his voice made your chest ache. Yuji was always like this—thoughtful and so incredibly kind, even when he had every reason not to be.
You exhaled shakily, finally finding your voice. "N-no, I want to," you whispered, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. "I'm just... really nervous. Neither of us really knows what we're doing." Your voice was low, barely above a whisper. Yuji could feel his chest tighten. "Yeah, but that's kind of what makes it fun, right?" His smirk softened into a gentle smile.
"We'll figure it out. Together." His words soothed some of the tension in your chest, and you managed a small smile in return. But still, your mind raced with doubts. Why me? Why does he want this with me? You couldn't stop the question from slipping out. "Why me?" Yuji blinked, caught off guard. "What do you mean?" Your stomach twisted. Had you said the wrong thing? You forced yourself to continue, to force through the lump in your throat.
"I mean... you could have anyone. Why me?"
For the first time, you saw a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. "Because you're you." he began simply, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your knee. "You don't even see how amazing you are, do you? You're smart, funny, and just... perfect for me." Your breath caught in your throat at his words. Yuji's gaze didn't waver, his expression open and honest in a way that leaves no room for doubt.
"You're so ridiculous," you said softly, your lips twitching into a nervous smile. He grinned. "Yeah, but you like me anyway." You can't help the small laugh that slipped past your lips, your shoulders feeling much lighter. "I guess I do," you admitted, your voice a murmur yet just as genuine. His lips quirked up as he leaned in slightly, his face inches from yours now.
"Can I...?" he muttered, his voice dropping into a low whisper. You nodded, your nerves still buzzing but fading into the background as anticipation took over. His lips brushed against yours, soft and tentative, and the world melted away entirely. He pulled away, just for a second to look into your eyes before he closed the distance again.
The kiss deepened, and suddenly, anything aside from Yuji didn't matter. The only thing that existed was the warmth of Yuji's lips on yours, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and the pounding of your heart. His hands moved to gently cup your face, his thumbs brushing over your skin as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss even further.
The way he kissed you was tender, but there was an unmistakable hunger to it now—a need that matched your own. Your body trembled under his touch, your hands instinctively reaching to grip his shoulders as you tried to steady yourself. Yuji's body was close, almost too close, his chest pressed against yours, and you could feel the heat radiating between you.
Every shift of his weight, every touch of his lips, made your nerves tighten and your stomach flip. He pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes, breathless. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, a hint of concern slipping through his usual confidence. You didn't hesitate. "Yes," you breathed, your hands trailing down to rest on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart.
"I want this." Yuji smiled, his hands slipping to the back of your neck, pulling you back towards him. The kiss resumed, deeper now, more urgent. He moved over you, his body pressing you into the mattress as he hovered above you, his hands sliding down to your sides, fingertips grazing your waist. His touch was electric, sending waves of warmth through your body.
You couldn't help but let out a soft sigh into his mouth, your body automatically arching towards him. The kiss became more insistent, his tongue slipping in to meet yours in a slow, heated dance. As the kiss continued, you could feel his body responding, the tension between you thickening with each passing second. His hands roamed to your hips, gripping gently as his mouth trailed down to your jaw, then to the delicate skin of your neck.
You shivered at the feel of his lips against your skin, a soft gasp escaping you as he found a particularly sensitive spot. Your fingers tangled in his hair, slightly tugging, earning a groan from the boy at the change of intensity. You could feel his hands moving, exploring, asking for more, giving more. The two of you were consumed by each other, the weight of the moment pressing down, but neither of you seemed willing to break away.
His lips began to trail gentle kisses along your jawline and down to the curve of your neck. Each touch sent warmth cascading through you, and you couldn't help the way your hands clutched at his shoulders, grounding yourself in the moment. Yuji's hands rested on your waist, his thumbs brushing against the fabric of your shirt. He pulled back slightly, amber eyes full of adoration and lust staring back at you.
"Is it okay if I...?" he asked with a gentle voice, eyes flicking down to your shirt, hid cheeks were tinged with the faintest blush. You nod in confirmation, breath hitching as his hands began to move. Slowly, he lifted the hem of your shirt, finger grazing the bare skin of your sides as he slid it up. The sensation sent shivers up your spine, and you instinctively raised your arms to help him.
The shirt was gone in a moment, discarded somewhere behind him, but Yuji's eyes never left you. His gaze softened, his lips parting slightly as his eyes flickered over you. "You're... incredible," he murmured, almost as if he couldn't believe it himself. Heat rushed to your face, and you ducked your head slightly, but Yuji didn't let you shy away.
His fingers brushed under your chin, tilting your head back up so your eyes met his. "Don't hide from me," he said with a small, almost shy smile. "I want to see all of you." His hands moved lower, settling at the waistband of your pants now. His fingers played at the waistband of your pants, teasing the fabric between the fabric between his fingertips before slowly moving to undo them. His movements were deliberate, careful—not hesitant, but savoring the moment.
As the button popped open and the zipper glided down, he met your gaze again, searching for any sign of hesitation. "You're beautiful," he murmured, almost in awe, before guiding the pants down the curve of your hips. His breath hitched slightly as more of you was revealed to him, and his hands traced over your skin as if committing every inch to memory.
You shifted slightly under his gaze, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. But when you move to cover yourself, Yuji caught your wrists gently, pressing a kiss to one of them. "Don't hide," he repeated, his voice lower now, tinged with something deeper. Your breath stuttered as he leaned in, his lips tracing the path his fingers had just explored.
His hands roamed your thighs before hooking into the last remaining barrier between you, slowly sliding your underwear down until they joined the rest of your discarded clothing on the floor. "Shit..." Your breath hitched as Yuji settled between your legs, his hands gliding over your thighs with reverence. His lips followed, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses to your skin, each one sending heat pooling low in your stomach.
His gaze flickered up to meet yours, his amber eyes dark with intent. "I want to make you feel good," he murmured against your skin, his voice thick with something deeper—something needy, yet so undeniably him. His hands gripped your thighs, gently easing them apart as he trailed lower, his breath hot against your sensitive skin.
Your fingers curled into the sheets, anticipation coiling tight inside you. His hands traced soothing circles against your thighs, steadying you as he dipped his head lower. The first press of his lips against your most sensitive spot sent a sharp gasp through you, your fingers flying to his hair. He groaned softly at the feeling, his grip tightening as if encouraging you to hold on.
Slowly, deliberately, his tongue darted past his lips, gliding up your slit. You moan out, his mouth working you over with a mix of gentle reverence and desperate hunger. His movements never stopped, tongue tasting every inch of you. Your thighs twitched before instinctively trying to close around his head, but Yuji's hands were already there, firm yet gentle as he kept them apart.
Your breaths grew labored, chest heaving as your head pressed into the pillow. "Yuji- ah..." You let out a low moan, unable to hold back the pleasure coursing through you. He let out a low chuckle against your skin, the vibrations only adding to the overwhelming sensations. "Nuh uh," he spoke, voice dripping with hunger as he tightened his grip on your thighs, keeping you spread open for him while he devoured you.
A sharp squeak wracked through your body as his tongue flicked against your clit—again, and again, and again. The room filled with the sound of your ragged breathing, broken only by the soft, needy noises escaping your lips. Your mind blanked, your fingers tangled in his hair, as Yuji pulled you even closer, practically devouring your overwhelmed pussy.
Each touch of his tongue sent you spiraling deeper, pleasure coiling tight in your core. It didn't take long before you were reduced to nothing but a trembling mess. The sudden rush of ecstasy forced a tiny, involuntary sound from your throat—half a gasp, half a little hiccup. A knot had already formed in your stomach, tightening with every passing second.
"Y-Yuji, wait—" Your voice was shaky, but he didn't listen. He couldn't. His only focus was on you, on drawing out every last ounce of pleasure, on devouring you like a man starved. Your back arched as a sharp cry tore from your lips. He flattened his tongue against your clit, moving his head side to side relentlessly. The sensation only grew tighter, hotter—your body burning up, teetering on the edge of something blinding.
Your heel pressed into his back, your fingers gripping his hair in a desperate attempt to ground yourself. "Don't stop, don't stop—!" Oh. oh. Before you can even process it, the knot inside you snapped. Pleasure crashed over you in waves, your climax gushing through your body as Yuji eagerly took everything you gave him. His mouth stayed on you, drinking in every last stop, his tongue lapping up the evidence of your release with a low, satisfied groan.
Yuji didn't stop. he didn't even slow down. If anything, the moment your body trembled beneath him, the second your breath hitched and that wrecked little cry left your lips, he only grew more desperate, swearing he could bust in his pants just from this. His hands tighter around your thighs, keeping them spread as his tongue continued working you over, dragging over your clit in slow, deliberate strokes before switching to quick, dizzying flicks that made your whole body jolt.
Your hands flew back to his hair, fingers entangling themselves in the soft strands, tugging—not to pull him closer this time, but to push him away. "Yuji—ah, s'too much!" The words came out slurred, broken between gasping sobs of pleasure. You squirmed, tried to close your legs again, but he only groaned against you, the vibrations shooting straight through your core.
His grip was unwavering, keeping you right where he wanted you. "Shhh, you can take it," he mumbled, his voice thick with something dark, something teasing. "Just one more, yeah?" Be good for me." Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as the overwhelming pleasure pushed you past your limits, your thighs shaking, body twitching beneath his relentless mouth.
It was too much—too intense, too good—but he wasn't letting up, wasn't stopping until he had you falling apart for him all over again. Your sobs turned into choked moans, your hips jerking despite yourself, chasing and running from the sensation all at once. Your fingers tightened in his hair, pulling—hard. But instead of making him back off, it only made him groan, his nails digging into your skin as his tongue pressed firm against your swollen clit.
And just like that, the coil inside you snapped again, this time harder—sharper. A broken sob tore from your lips as pleasure crashed over you in waves, leaving you trembling, gasping, tears spilling freely now. Yuji moaned against you, drinking it in like he'd never get enough, his movements only slowing when your body finally slumped against the sheets, spent and twitching.
He pulled away with a deep inhale, licking his lips, his amber eyes dark with satisfaction as he took in the wrecked state he'd left you in. "God," he breathed, his voice husky and thick with pride, "You're so pretty when you cry." Your chest rose and fell in shuddering breaths, your body still trembling from the aftershocks. Yuji watched you, his lips glistening, face flushed.
His pupils were blown wide as he took in every detail—the tear-streaked cheeks, the way your legs twitched with every little movement, the way your chest heaved as you struggled to catch your breath. But he wasn't done. Not even close. A shaky whimper left your lips when he pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, slow and deliberate, his hands now roaming, squeezing and feeling at the soft flesh.
His fingertips trailed over every inch of you like he needed to memorize it. "You're shaking," he whispered, almost in awe, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Still so sensitive, huh?" His hands slid up, one gripping your waist, the other moving higher, fingers grazing over your stomach, teasing the underside of your chest before finally resting at your throat.
Not squeezing, just holding, feeling the way your breath stuttered beneath his palm. "You're so beautiful like this," he continued, his lips brushing against your skin as he pressed closer, his weight settling over you now. Thats when you felt it—him. His hard-on hot and heavy against your thigh, the proof of how much he wanted you.
Your breath caught, your hands moving without a thought, slipping down to push at his waistband. His breath hitched, body tensing when your fingers brushed over him, but he made no move to stop you. If anything, he let out a shaky little laugh, dipping his head to press a lingering kiss on your lips. "You're going to kill me..." he murmured, his voice heavy with need.
The fabric was gone in a second, kicked off somewhere neither of you cared to look. And then there was nothing between you. Heat. Skin. The raw, electric tension humming between you both, the desperate anticipation crackling in the air. Yuji's forehead pressed to yours, his breath warm as he exhaled, hands roaming over your body like he was trying to ground himself.
Like he was trying to hold himself back. "You sure?" His voice was softer now, the hunger still there, but laced with something else—something tender, something careful. He needed you to want this as badly as he did. And judging by the way your body arched into him, the way your hands cling to his shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer, there was no hesitation.
"Please," you whispered, your voice wrecked, pleading."
That was all he needed.
With a deep, shuddering breath, Yuji shifted, his hips rolling forward. Yuji pressed forward slowly, his breath shuddering against your ear as he buried himself inside you, inch by inch. His arms trembled where they caged you in, fingers digging into the sheets as if it was the only thing keeping him in check. His body was tense, muscles flexing under your hands as he held himself back with everything he had.
“Shit—“ His voice was hoarse, strained, like it physically hurt to take it slow. “You feel so good, but—if I don’t—" He cut himself off with a groan, forehead pressing to yours as his hips gave an experimental roll, testing the pace. Controlled. Measured. Careful. Like he was scared he’d break you if he let himself go.
You whimpered, nails scraping down his back, and that only made him curse under his breath. His thighs trembled, his entire body taut like a drawn bowstring. Every instinct in him screamed to move, to claim, to take—but he wouldn’t. Not unless you let him.
“Please—" your voice was barely above a breath, the word slipping past your lips in a fragile whisper.
Yuji stiffened. His eyes, darkened with barely restrained hunger, flickered to your face as if making sure he hadn’t imagined it. “Don’t say that—" he rasped. “If you say that, I—"
You weakly nodded, body pliant beneath him, surrendering. “I can take it.”
And that was all it took.
A guttural sound ripped from Yuji’s throat as his restraint snapped like a rubber band stretched too thin. His hands grabbed your hips, his grip sure to leave bruises, and in the next second—slam.
The bed slammed against the wall with a force that rattled the room, the headboard cracking sharply against it with every thrust that followed. Yuji’s pace was punishing, relentless, all that pent-up control finally shattering as he drove into you with everything he had. The sheer strength behind each movement left you breathless, the only thing keeping you grounded being his body pressing you into the mattress.
“Fuck—" His voice was wrecked, barely recognizable through his groans. “S’good—so good—I can’t—shit, I’m not stopping—" The sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with the rhythmic bang of the bed crashing into the wall, each thrust sending another shockwave through the room. The force of it had you clawing at his shoulders, your moans helpless, broken—nothing but pure surrender to the sheer power of him.
And Yuji? He wasn’t stopping until he had you screaming his name. Your mind was a mess, completely lost to the onslaught of Yuji’s overwhelming strength and speed. The bed never stopped slamming into the wall, your body rocking with every thrust, pleasure crackling through your veins like an overcharged circuit. You could barely breathe, barely think—just feel. But Yuji wasn’t done.
His grip shifted, strong hands sliding down your thighs before gripping the backs of your knees. A brief pause—one, maybe two second—before he folded you in half, pushing your legs up, up, over his broad shoulders. And then he was deeper. The sudden change had you gasping, your back arching as the new angle made everything so much worse—better—intense. Yuji groaned low in his throat, fingers tightening where they held you in place, his muscles flexing as he used his full strength to drive into you.
“Fuck—" He was gone, his voice wrecked, sweat dripping down his temple as his pace turned nearly brutal. His weight pressed into you, leaving you no room to escape, no way to do anything but take it. “This—this is what you wanted, right?” His words were a growl, but there was something desperate in them, something pleading—like he needed this just as much as you did.
All you could do was nod, the words stuck in your throat, swallowed by the moans and cries spilling from your lips. Yuji cursed again, head dipping to press his mouth against your calf, lips warm and feverish against your skin. His pace never faltered, never slowed—just deep, powerful thrusts that had you teetering dangerously close to the edge.
And he felt it—felt the way your body tightened around him, the way your moans turned to broken sobs. “That’s it,” he panted, his breath hot against your skin. “Almost there. Just—“ His hips slammed forward, his movements growing reckless, desperate as his own release loomed.
The tension coiled impossibly tight in your core—too much, too much—until it snapped. Your vision went white as pleasure crashed over you like a tidal wave, your entire body seizing up beneath him. The orgasm ripped through you so hard your voice broke into a shattered cry, tears welling in your eyes as Yuji kept going, fucking you through it, chasing his own end.
And he found it moments later, his rhythm stuttering before he buried himself deep, his breath catching in his throat as his release tore through him. His body trembled, muscles tight as he pressed against you, filling you completely. For a long moment, neither of you moved, the only sound in the room being your ragged breaths and the lingering echoes of the bed frames violent abuse against the wall.
Then, finally, Yuji collapsed forward, careful not to crush you but still pressing his weight into you, his forehead resting against your shoulder. His breath was hot against your skin, his chest heaving. "Shit,” he mumbled after a moment, his voice still hoarse. “I uh—" A breathless chuckle. “I might’ve broken the bed.”
And honestly? You wouldn’t be surprised.