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"Do you want another drink, Itadori-san?" You ask your best friend's father who's crouched at the grill, flipping sausages and hamburgers.
"I'm okay, thank you!" He beams, watching as you steal one of the sausages that had cooled down.
"It's probably for the best," You say, "I don't want to be blamed for you getting too drunk and burning the food."
Jin laughs. "I'm sure my father or Yuuji would eat them and take over so I could relax."
With your bare foot, you nudge his thigh gently and tease, "I better go make you some more drinks then if it means you'd hang out with us by the pool."
You flit around the party with casual ease, as though you were part of the family—to onlookers, they'd likely be stunned by the fact you're not . Itadori Hina has been your best friend for over a decade. Thick as thieves, you two were absolutely inseparable in every aspect of your lives. The pair of you are so interwoven that you're practically siblings. Just like she's so intimate and personal with everyone in your family, you're just as comfortable and familiar with everyone in hers.
Yuuji watches you from a lounge chair by the pool, enjoying the sun outside of the vacation house his dad rented for a couple of weeks during summer vacation. It's scorching hot out but seeing you in that bikini has him feeling hotter than the sun itself. He struggles to keep his eyes off of you, to ignore and tune out your flirtatious comments to his dad or the rare laughter you pull out of his grandpa. Yuuji was practically drooling watching your ass shake as you walked towards his sister.
Despite being in his late teens, there's still plenty of hormones that run rampant in his body, playing with him and insisting he indulge in your beauty. No matter how many times Yuuji tries to focus on his phone in hand, his eyes are constantly wandering to find you—thank god he's wearing sunglasses to hide his obvious staring.
A colourful drink sits in your hand as you talk to Hina, half consumed and full of alcohol. It's your third drink but you aren't drunk—or at least you don't seem like you are. You're a little louder than normal and cheerier; Yuuji wonders what you're like when you're actually drunk, watching a droplet of condensation roll over your fingers holding the glass. As the water drops to the concrete below, drool falls from his lip onto his bare chest.
Grumbling to himself, Yuuji wipes away the evidence, adjusting his glasses and trying to hide. Hopefully no one was watching. It's only then does he notice the tightness in his core, a familiar sensation that pools in his groin; he'd popped a boner.
It was mild enough that with some slight adjustments, he would be able to hide and pretend nothing happened. Yuuji needs to focus on his phone and scroll through his social media, maybe read a wikipedia article on something sick and disgusting. Then, he won't have an embarrassing hard on at the family pool party.
But fuck the way your body looks in that little bikini is sinister . He barely remembers what you looked like before your body bloomed into what it is now. Your boobs grew in before he had that kind of attraction to another person, your hips widening as your own hormones kicked in, thighs filling out every visit. The bikini fabric is tiny on you, constantly being swallowed and stretched beyond its limits. A combination of your thick thighs and soft belly overlapping the edges of your bikini bottoms, round and plump ass cheeks devouring the colourful fabric at the back. Even your chest was struggling to stay confined within the bra you wore, visibly straining against ample breasts and threatening to fall apart at any moment.
Yuuji thinks about how your body would jiggle on top of him, bouncing on his cock and whining his name, your sweet pussy sucking him in desperately with each thrust. Skin so soft his hands would melt into your sides. The echoing of your thighs slapping against his own would be an enchanting melody.
Hiding behind his sunglasses, he watches you round the pool onto the other side. Your thighs shake like jelly and Yuuji about busts in his pants when you bend over to talk to his cousin in the water. Flashing him those perfect tear drop shaped tits, desperate to be free of the constricting bikini. Yuuji, somehow, bit back a moan before shamefully turning over in the sunbed. Laying on his front is the only way to hide his raging erection from the rest of his family.
"I'm on drink duty but I can ask Itadori-san to make you something." You say to the girls in the pool, Hina's cousins that were spending some of the vacation with you all.
Glancing up towards Yuuji, you notice he'd turned over in his lounge chair directly across from you. A smile creeps onto your face; cute, you think.
Since the sun had come out and the family had begun gathering outside, your best friend's little brother had been staring you down like you owed him money. You were close to Yuuji, especially since he was Hina's little brother, and you'd watched him grow up into the young man he is. That doesn't mean you were oblivious to the changes in him and how he interacted with you.
Despite the dark sunglasses he wore, his stares burned holes in your body—not like you minded. It's much cooler to be in the sun in a bikini, plus tan lines are hot, and you're comfortable around the Itadori family that no one bats an eye at such a revealing choice. Giving the Itadori men a show—especially Yuuji—is just an added bonus to your day.
When you look back down at the sisters in the pool, you barely have a second to process what they were saying because of a force pushing you forward, losing your balance easily and falling head first into the pool. When the initial panic had subsided, you surfaced, scooping water from your eyes to see Hina at the edge where you once stood, laughing at you.
"I can't believe you!" You scream with a smile on your face. The crash of water had caught everyone's attention, a ruckus of laughter following your resurface and ensuring you're okay. "I trusted you!"
An inflatable pool ball was thrown her way, along with another slough of promises for vengeance after getting you good and wet. She knew you weren't intending to take a dip beyond your feet today, but you can't entirely blame her for taking the bait.
Yuuji watches the scene from over his shoulder, his hard on slowly, slowly softening and calming down now that he can't actively see you without the effort. Still, he continues to sear holes into your body as you climb out of the pool, water dripping from your curves in a delicious show. The bikini was darker and sticking to your body—if he looked carefully, he might see the outline of your nipples through the sodden fabric.
His cock was throbbing painfully again and all the work he'd made to calm down was thrown away instantly. You sigh and shake off your hands, slicking your hair back and removing the excess water. It's embarrassing how hard his heart begins to pound against his chest when you approach, smiling and ruffling his hair, passing him on the lounge chair and entering the building to dry off inside. Of course he watched your ass shake as you passed, seeing how your cheeks swallow the fabric of your bikini bottoms to turn it into a thong. Yuuji hangs his head between his shoulders, burying his face into the rough material of the chair and groaning away the flush that tortures his cheeks.
Inside, you use a towel to dry off in the kitchen, the air conditioner blasting nice, cool air onto your sun soaked skin. Running the cloth through your damp hair to absorb what was left, you hide your smile with the towel when Yuuji walked right into your trap; pretending he hadn't come inside to see you, his cock is half hard and tucked into the waistband of his swimming shorts. His face still bright red, bleeding all the way down his neck and dispersing across his chest. Yuuji would argue it's sunburn but you know better.
"Hey Yuuji," You greet him cheerfully and let out a satisfied huff when you finish drying off. "What's up?"
Lingering at the fancy, marble topped kitchen island, he glances over the array of drinks. It was something akin to a house party in western movies he's seen; various bottles of brown and clear liquor, some opened and some with the seal still on. Juices, sodas, beer bottles and cans of alcoholic and non-alcoholic variety are on display. Yuuji pretends he's taking his time deciding on what he wants to refresh himself with.
"Just came to get a drink." He lies. It sounds casual and believable, if only he wasn't awkwardly pressing his frenulum against the edge of the counter, raising his shoulders to his ears while leaning onto the marble. An awkward stance that makes your heart swell with fondness.
You find it quite endearing that he has a crush on you. Watching it develop over time has been flattering, especially when your body has been changing in awkward and unfavourable ways. It feels wrong and you'd never admit it, but knowing that Yuuji would still take every chance he can get to stare at you and your body has been the ultimate boost to your self esteem.
When you approach him from the side, pressing your warm and damp chest against his arm, Yuuji almost jumps out of his skin. It's a quick recovery, smiling and turning to face you, praying you don't notice his throbbing cock.
Or maybe he would like that. Only if you liked it.
He followed your movement, turning so his lower back was now being pressed against the edge of the counter. You had cornered him despite being smaller in both height and physique. A small smile curls at the edges of your lips. Honeyed eyes watch you carefully. Externally, Yuuji was cool, calm and collected. Internally, he was aching and pleading with himself not to do anything stupid.
Finally, you say, "You get freckles in the summer."
You reach up to touch his face, a way of emphasising your statement. Swiping your finger across the high of his cheeks and bridge of his nose, you smile so sweetly at him, your touch so delicate and electric. If Yuuji weren't already matching his hair on his face, he most certainly was now—smiling through the excitement and innocence of your touch, he mirrors you.
"You get them too." Yuuji says with a grin, dragging the rough back of his thumb over your face. Instinctually, you grimace, giggling as you lean into his touch. Since puberty, he has struggled with recognising his own strength and how rough he can be, but you're willing to put up with it.
"Mine aren't as pretty as yours. You look cute covered in them," You hum, batting your eyelashes at Yuuji.
His heart aches and smile widens at your compliment. It makes him look boyish in the best possible way.
"I think yours are pretty," he says. "You're always glowing this time of the year when you're outside."
It's so easy to find yourself lost in Yuuji like this. Normally you throw out a couple of flirty comments that can easily be seen as platonic—they border the edge just enough to have his sister scold you for flirting with her little brother. You're close but this feels different, like you're walking on that line between friendly and inappropriate, ready to purposely dive into the deep end.
Yuuji radiates warmth and despite it already being so hot outside, you're easily drawn to him. With his hand cradling your cheek, thumb running across your skin with much more delicacy than before, you reach up to hold his wrist in place. Hot to touch.
A moment or two passes. Just the two of you in the kitchen of the vacation home, the sound of family outside and out of view, entirely unaware of the growing tension. You take a small step forward, an excuse to press your hips against his.
"Have you always been this tall?" You ask cheekily. Yuuji chuckles.
"I had a growth spurt a few years ago, thought you'd have noticed."
You hum, eyes trailing from his face to his chest with all the subtlety of a bulldozer. "How old are you again? Are you eighteen yet?"
As Yuuji hums a negative, you groan into the palm of his hand, nudging your nose against him.
"Nope," He says with a little too much enthusiasm. It leads you to believe he doesn't know why you're asking. "Not for another year and a half."
You take a sudden step back, pulling away from him entirely. It's cold—almost enough for him to chase you. "Shame," You sigh dramatically, "I would've loved to have a drink with you."
It's embarrassing the way he metaphorically leapt at your suggestion, eager to counter, as though he needs legal permission to drink with family; with you. "I've drank with friends before." Yuuji is quick to say. He wants to prove to you he can do it. There isn't any reason you can't have a drink with him—the legal age is twenty, so even if he were eighteen, you'd still use that as an excuse to bait him.
Biting your tongue to hide a smile, you look at Yuuji out of the corner of your eye after moving to stand beside him at the counter. He squirms under your gaze. An adult judging him for underage drinking has him shy, as though he were caught doing something that would actually get him in trouble. Yuuji is sure even his dad wouldn't give him such a scandalised and judgemental look if he offered the same information.
"Itadori Yuuji—" The way you say his name makes his core tighten. "—You've partaken in underage drinking?"
Now, he can't look at you. Soaking up his bashfulness, you turn to look at him, grinning as you lean against the counter. Yuuji crosses his arms over his chest and turns away, scratching at the back of his head and rubbing his eyes. If you weren't mistaken, you'd say the pink on his cheeks had almost darkened to a harsh red.
"It was at a friend's house; his dad bought it for us and watched over us all night. It's not that big of a deal." Yuuji groans.
"Does your dad know?"
Finally, he looks at you and his answer is written all over his face. There's a silent plea; his secret is safe with you.
"Oh Yuuji…" You sing and he cries out, telling you not to say a word as you laugh. "Okay okay! Stop making a scene. You can have a drink with me on two conditions." Yuuji raises an eyebrow this time, one of interest. Lifting your thumb, you say, "One, you're not allowed to tell anyone about this." You raise your index finger. "Two, I get to feed you the drink."
There's a sudden charge in the air. Understanding shared between you when Yuuji nods, watching you take the bottle of shochu and pour a healthy amount into a glass, filling the rest with peach juice. He takes the initiative to sit down on a dining chair so you can reach him, and in the hopes you would stand between his legs as you feed him.
Big, brown eyes watch you straddle his thigh, pressing your weight down onto him ever so slightly—it's obvious to him you were worried about how much he could take, but he knows he can take you and more. The pressure of your body against him was electric and Yuuji hopes you didn't feel his cock twitching at the contact.
"Open up." You hum softly, pressing the cool glass to his bottom lip and cradling his jaw with your other hand.
Yuuji obeys, opening his mouth wide enough for you to tip the liquid onto his awaiting tongue. Slow and steady, you watch as he drinks it all in one sitting. Not once does he hesitate or flinch, eyes locked onto you as though you were the only thing that mattered—you were, actually. All he wanted was to impress you. Big hands sit naturally on each side of your hips, his warmth sinking into your supple flesh. You smile and watch the way his throat bobs with each gulp, taking the strong drink like he'd been doing this his whole life.
"Good boy," You coo and if Yuuji had a tail, he'd be wagging it so aggressively right now. Preening himself, smiling wide and leaning into the hand that still cradled his jaw.
An immediate buzz surges through him as the alcohol enters his system. Yuuji was as high as a kite right now, feeling like he was in the clouds with adoration. Hearing your praise, seeing you smile, having the dip of your waist beneath his hands. Slowly, you let yourself relax on his thick thigh, separated only by the fabric of your tiny bikini bottoms.
You weren't planning on moving and he wasn't ever going to let you, either. This is the most intimate position you've been in; one that wasn't forced upon you both or the result of play wrestling. Usually his sister was around to witness those, though.
The more time that passes, the harder the drink begins to hit Yuuji. He doesn't think he's a lightweight to say the least, but you did add a lot of alcohol to that glass. It burnt going down and sat in his stomach like roaring acid, eventually loosening the wires in his brain that tell him to behave. Much like you'd looked him up and down with little subtlety, Yuuji had begun to do the same with your breasts.
Threading your fingers through the back of his hair, you giggle and ask, "What other adult things have you done then, Yuuji."
He practically purrs at your touch, licking his lips slowly, and allowing his hands to wander from your waist to the waistband of your bikini bottoms, right above your ass crack. "Uh…I—Like—"
Oh so sweet and innocent, you think. All the while, Yuuji feels like he's going to explode on the spot.
"Have you seen boobs in person before?" You ask quietly, playing around with the straps of your bikini top in a faux show of adjusting yourself, pressing your elbows against your chest to squeeze them together in front of him. His face is beet red and you can definitely feel his erection on your thigh. You can't help but giggle, leaning over to set the empty glass aside and give Yuuji your full, undivided attention.
If the alcohol didn't already make him feel like he was going to pass out, your breasts being squeezed right in front of him surely would. He chants in his head to calm down and not to touch you, not yet, not without your say. Something about this feels wrong, even if he has jerked off to similar scenarios for the past three years. His head spins and fuck, he hopes you can't see it all over his face.
"No." Yuuji finally responds quietly and smiles in embarrassment when you coo at him.
"There's so many people outside, anyone can walk in at any moment and catch us." You hum and Yuuji feels like he's been stabbed in the chest. "Maybe I shouldn't show you…"
"It's okay," Yuuji is quick to say. "Just a quick flash. Then I can say I've seen them. I won't tell anyone, just like the drink. No one but us will know it was your boobs I saw." Big, wet eyes stare up at you, the beginning of a pout on his lips. "Please."
Cradling his cheeks, you squish his face, emphasising his pout. "Fine, only a flash."
It was anything but a flash.
You pull your bikini top down easily, freeing your ample breasts from the fabric. Yuuji's face, when greeted by your bare chest, has you giggling. Already, he's practically drooling, staring at you like a piece of meat. You don't stop him when he leans in to give one of your nipples a kiss—rather, you hum and moan ever so slightly at the sensation, encouraging him to take it into his mouth with a lick and a suck. He's definitely never done this before and is influenced by porn with the way he accidentally grazes his teeth over your pert nub, but you find it rather endearing. You're his first pair of tits both visually and in his mouth.
Cradling his neck, you moan as he sucks, grinding your hips into his thigh and in turn, your own thigh into his erection. Encouraging one another to keep going, so high from alcohol and arousal and the secrecy of it all. The way his name falls from your lips all breathy like that, Yuuji feels like he's going to cum in his pants like the teenager he is.
"Yuuji!"
The call had you alert instantly—Yuuji took a few more seconds to come to terms with what you'd heard.
"Hey Yuuji! Where did you go!?"
Bolting away, you leave him longing and desperate for more—cold without your touch once again. Hina stands at the doorway leading to the back garden before Yuuji could register what happened.
"There you are, dad needs help with the grill—what's going on?" Hina asks with a furrow of her brow. Yuuji can't find any words when the feel of your nipple still lingers on his tongue.
"Hi Hina! My bikini came loose after you pushed me and Yuuji got really hot so I've been waiting for him to cool off and help me re-tie it." You respond, looking at Hina over your shoulder.
She grumbles something under her breath and tells her brother to drink more water and top up his sunscreen, that he's not invincible like grandpa. Since Yuuji was struggling to hide his erection and sober up enough to form a coherent sentence to his sister, you throw your hat into the ring, offering to help their dad with whatever he needs on the grill while Yuuji recovers.
Of course, he watches you leave, and you look back at him over your shoulder with a cheeky wink.
In the stillness of the night, a click of metal rings out, followed by the blaze of flame. You wiggle the fire back and forth along the end of your joint, ensuring the end is sufficiently burnt. Sucking on the filter, you inhale and exhale, practically melting into the lounge chair on the balcony of your bedroom.
You didn't even have to fight for this room. Hina insisted you take it and the rest of the Itadori's followed suit; no one needed a balcony or would care to utilise it, you're the guest to their vacation so you get the better room. Of course you accepted with the deepest bow and grace.
Which is why after only your second puff, you about jumped out of your skin in response to a faint knock on your bedroom door, throwing the joint in the ash tray and almost choking on the smoke in your lungs. Dashing through the bedroom, you carelessly spray a bottle of perfume you'd brought with you, attempting to mask the smell of your illegal habit. Hina knows about it but you're sure the other Itadori clan members would be less than pleased.
With a final douse of floral perfume over yourself, you open the door a crack to peek through. Yuuji stands on the other side; hands tucked away into his basketball shorts with a bashful look. "Oh, Yuuji, hey." You sigh, opening the door and leaning against the frame.
He beams, "Hey, it's pretty boring out here and everyone else has gone to sleep. I figured you'd still be awake."
You huff a laugh, trying to act as normal as possible knowing there's a lit joint just burning away outside. Yuuji can be trusted with such things, so you aren't too embarrassed when his brows furrow and he looks over you into the room. "Your room smells like…"
"Weed?"
Yuuji's face burns bright, eyebrows raised to his hairline. Letting out a nervous chuckle, he scratches the back of his head. "…Yeah."
"Come in, it's burning and I don't wanna waste it." You leave the door open, giving Yuuji the opportunity to watch your ass and thighs shake in the tiny shorts you wore. Looking at him over your shoulder—caught him in the act—you ask, "You're not going to tell on me, are you?"
There's that same feeling again; the air is electric, hot and suffocating in the evening humidity. It makes his heart stop for a moment and flashes of your tits dance in his memories; the weight of you in his lap, the grind of your thigh against his cock, the warmth of your skin in his hands. Pink blooms across his cheeks quickly but Yuuji smiles through it. "Your secret is safe with me."
On the balcony, you return to your seat and indulge in a couple of puffs you'd lost, investigating just how much had burnt. The smell intensified when Yuuji stepped outside, taking a seat next to you—only a small, round, metal table divides you.
Silently, you offer him a smoke. Yuuji looks at the burning roll and then back at you, finally taking it when you give him a single nod and nudge your hand closer to him. His fingers brush yours purposefully, creating a spark in its wake. It's sweet and innocent watching him take a drag; it was tiny but enough to have him choking when he inhaled, passing it back to you while trying to suppress his coughs. The last thing either of you need is one of his family members investigating.
"First time?" You ask with a grin before casually taking another puff, inhaling and exhaling through pursed lips. So cool, he thinks.
There was never a verbal response but you knew the answer anyway. It was cute how innocent he actually is, despite his age, especially since you had a lot of experience by then. There's almost a hint of honour in your heart to be some of his firsts the last two days; first pair of tits, first smoke. Yuuji wipes his eyes and controls his breathing, motioning his hand to be passed the dwindling joint.
You raise an eyebrow. "You sure?" Yuuji clears his throat and it burns, nodding before taking it from you. "You can smoke the rest if you can handle it, sweetheart."
Without taking another drag, it felt like he was choking again, caught off guard by your pet name. Normally you only refer to him by either his first or last name, sometimes a swear if he's being a brat. This was new and he kinda likes it.
Melting into the chair, you watch Yuuji smoke, shrouded under a blanket of stars. The burning of paper was buried under the soundtrack of cacidas. No wind in the night to grab ahold of the faint smoke that's blown out from his lips—you watch as it curls mid-air, slowly dissipating by itself. By the last harsh drag of the joint that burnt his lips, Yuuji had become an expert at smoking, able to inhale without coughing up his lungs.
It's silent between you for what feels like a long while.Nothing awkward or intense. Comfortable. Relaxed. Your high is slowly settling into your bones and you're hoping it's having the same effect on the boy beside you.
"We should play truth or truth." You blurt out and for a moment you don't recognise your own voice.
Yuuji snorted, looking at you but you were watching the sparkling lights in the distance. "Don't you mean truth or dare?"
"No," You shake your head, "Truth or truth." When you finally look over at him, you can't help but smile. "Have you had your first kiss yet?"
He almost snorts again, an uncontrollable smile on his face, though his face doesn't grow a shade of red when he answers. "Yeah, I did that years ago."
Before he has the chance to ask you any kind of truth, you quickly question him some more. "What about fucking someone?" Your grin widens, turning your body as best you can in the small chair to face him, leaning your shoulder against the back. "Are you a virgin, Yuuji?"
That causes a change in colour to his cheeks. Honeyed eyes drop to the table between you and then into his lap, avoiding your piercing gaze. Yuuji's high feels like it hit him like a train just after the question—or maybe it was embarrassment that makes him feel heavy. You watch his hands come up to his face, nervously scratching at his cheek and rubbing his arm. When you coo at him, he groans playfully, a smile taking permanent residence on his face.
"That's so cute~" You sing. "I thought you said you'd done adult stuff before."
"I have…" Yuuji is quick to defend but he can't look at you. His vision is dizzy and he's so very aware of everything that's going on, yet at the same time, he feels so weightless and pleasant.
"Have you had your dick sucked before?"
Something shifts between you—and it's not just Yuuji's cock.
He's reluctant to share the answer. There's always the chance to lie, but something within him tells him not to. Whether it's the way you lean your breasts against the arm of the chair, your beautiful face watching him, or the high fucking with his mind, Yuuji finds himself admitting "No."
You hum, long and drawn out and Yuuji can't look at you. If it didn't feel like he would fall to the floor as soon as he stood up, he would've left by now. It doesn't feel like a bad high, but he's trying desperately to make it one. At sixteen, most teenagers have had plenty of experience with the things you're asking—all the cool kids at least. It's not that he hasn't wanted to lose his virginity or have his cock sucked at the minimum, but rather, he hasn't had a strong enough connection to anyone that he would want to share that experience with.
Not with anyone but you.
It happens in a haze of movement that barely feels real. Neither of you actually realise what's going on until it's happening.
The space in the chair is unforgiving, especially with both your voluptuous body and Yuuji's ample muscles. It creaks at the combined weight but holds steady. Your lips are soft and sticky with gloss, transferring to Yuuji's while your tongue dances with his own. Warm. Tender. Yuuji sighs through his nose, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him.
He's inexperienced in kissing and it shows; you find it so incredibly endearing. Easily taking the reins in making out with him, you playfully fight his tongue, lapping and exploring every inch of his mouth until he has the confidence to do the same.
The weight of you in his lap, the feel of your body pressed against his, it was heavenly; although, he could feel you were holding back. Hovering, you weren't putting your full weight on him, not when he needed it. With large hands on either side of your hips, he pushes you down, hoping to guide you to relax into him.
When you moan and hum a negative into his open mouth, Yuuji reluctantly breaks the kiss. "Sit down," He gasps quietly against your lips. You pout looking at his half lidded eyes. "I can take it."
You're reluctant to let go, but slowly slide down to fully sit in Yuuji's lap. The press of his erection against your crotch has you gasping, a sound that's swallowed by Yuuji instantly. One hand is wrapped around the back of your neck to pull you into him, while the other sinks into the plush flesh of your waist, melting into your softness.
It doesn't take long for you to be moaning into each other's mouths, grinding against one another desperately. Adding to the soundtrack of cicadas and your breathless swapping of saliva was the groan of the chair beneath you both. Everything felt so distant but so real, amplified. Yuuji was warm under your touch, pawing at his broad chest and cradling his cheek as you attempted to devour him whole.
Neither of you could get enough of one another. When Yuuji sinks further into the chair, allowing for better room of his clothed cock against you, you almost pull him out and inside of you. A breathy curse ghosts over his lips as you grind your clit against the peak in his pants. It was too much and yet not enough; you need his hands everywhere all at once, you need to touch him everywhere, you need to teach him how to pleasure you.
Biting his lip, you tug on him between your teeth, eyes meeting in a spark of desire. This is everything and more that he could've ever dreamed of. He barely registers his hands squeezing your breasts as you grind into his lap, nor the instinctual jerk of his hips to meet you.
"Tell me another truth," You whisper, "Let's trade secrets."
As though he's never done anything in his life, Yuuji's mind runs blank, though he can't decide if it was due to arousal or the high that made him feel like paste.
"You first."
You giggle, "I saw you naked once. Coming out of the shower when you thought you were home alone, it was just me and you. I saw everything."
Yuuji's mouth runs dry, thumbing at your nipples beneath the loose shirt you wore. No bra.
"I cum over the thought of you almost every night."
It falls from his lips before he can even think about what he was confessing to. As though you had a gun to his head, a small pang of regret hits his chest, nullified by the throb in his cock and the weight of your body on top of him.
You stare at him for a moment, your face unreadable, it makes him nervous. Then, a smile slowly breaks out, hearts forming in your eyes before you kiss him with renewed vigour.
Too much and not enough, it felt like you were trying to consume him entirely, though he would never be upset with that. Your hips grind against him harder and faster, rubbing along the length of his cock and moaning into his mouth. Yuuji feels like he's dreaming.
"Need you," You whimper and slow your movement, grinding your hips in small circles, focusing on the tip of his cock against you. "I wanna be all your firsts, baby."
The loss of you almost sobered Yuuji. Palms sweating and heart practically slamming against his rib cage, he doesn't have it in him to say or do anything. Instead, he watches with excited innocence as you slide onto your knees between his legs, curling your fingers into the waistband of his shorts.
He's thought about this for years but never thought it could be a reality. Always imagining what you would look like beneath him, kneeling at his feet, looking up at him with those sweet and sparkling eyes of yours. There's a pathetic apology on his lips when you finally pull him out of his pants, the tip and shaft still connected to his underwear through a series of strings of precum. He hadn't actually cum, that he knows—by some kind of miracle. You laugh but it's not at him.
You lick your lips and stroke him once, twice. He's bigger than you ever could've thought, barely wrapping your fingers around him. Uncut and soft, you waste no time in lapping up the juices that practically poured out of him. It was cute when he whimpered and full body twitched as soon as your tongue touched him. Cute, innocent, exactly what you were hoping for.
Lapping at his swollen head, you watch as he throws his head back against the chair, gripping onto the arms for dear life. He tries to look at you, he really does, but it's hard when he's trying to be cool, calm and collected. Despite admitting he's a virgin and never had a blowjob before, Yuuji feels like he needs to impress you, to show you just how grown he is lest you change your mind about this.
Wrapping your lips around him, you slowly sink down, enveloping him in your warmth. It makes Yuuji look down at you, a noise that's something between a squeak and moan leaving him. Halfway down is when he feels the back of your throat, a slight contraction and tightening of your lips. He feels higher than the weed ever could make him.
The bitter and overwhelming taste of his precum is worth it to hear Yuuji's whimpers, to feel him twitch against your tongue, oozing like a fountain into the back of your throat. Your clit throbs with desperation as you ease him into getting his dick sucked, though you ignore it in favour of his pleasure. You're happy to get off on him getting off.
You use your hand on what you struggle to take, falling into a rhythm with both your hand and mouth that has Yuuji moaning easily. Everytime your eyes meet, it feels like heaven. A mutual understanding, a shared desire; both of you have been waiting for this for years. At the same time, it feels surreal.
When you finally dare to take him down to the hilt, your head swims. Relaxing your throat is easy when your mind is barely working, full and breathing in the heady scent of Yuuji with your nose in his pubes.
"C-close…" He warns and when you don't move, he can't help himself.
Lasting longer than you expected—you expected him to cum in his pants after the dry humping—you take all that he has to give straight to the back of the throat. Moaning through his thick length, your eyes flutter, gripping onto his bare thigh. Yuuji continues to whimper through his orgasm, running his fingers gently through your hair, a silent thank you.
The visual of you pulling away is going to live with him forever. Lips swollen, saliva and cum dripping down your chin, strings connecting your lips to his cock much like when you first took him out. There's tears in the rim of your eyes, hazy with your high and a perfect smile.
He accepts your kiss with grace when you stand, tasting the bitterness of himself on your tongue. It's slow, sensual, entirely different to the first. "I should go to bed. You should do the same." You whisper into the night, as though it were a secret. Really, all the things you'd been doing and saying in the past couple of days were secrets.
Yuuji can't find the words to respond. He almost thanks you for the blowjob, though he catches himself as soon as the first syllable leaves him. "Yeah, back to my room, bed."
You giggle and help him stand, cock tucked away in his pants and threatening to harden again at any moment. It doesn't help when you walk ahead of him back into your room, shaking your ass in those tiny shorts. If he looked close enough, he might be able to see the wet patch between your legs.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Yuuji."
Back to his name. It still sounds just as angelic as the other names you gave him tonight. It takes all of his strength not to throw you onto that bed and get a taste of you himself, tamed by another kiss and stroke of your hand over his chest. He leaves your bedroom dizzy and not just because of the joint you shared.
The vacation home is still. Quiet. You barely know where you are when trudging down the stairs. It was only supposed to be a nap for an hour or two, but the combination of sun and a couple of day drinks must have finally gotten to you. A glass of water was your excuse to check out the kitchen and pool for any residents. Lights were off throughout the building, not a sign of life until you settled on the couch in the living room, when the sound of footsteps began to descend the stairs.
Yuuji enters the room with a look of mild surprise. "Hey, I thought you went out with everyone else."
Still a little groggy, you yawn behind your hand and smile, replying "I had a nap, must've missed the invitation." You're not mad about the idea of missing out on whatever everyone else was doing, especially since Yuuji didn't go. "Did everyone go besides us?"
He nods and immediately notices the spark in your eyes. Hiding a smile behind your drink, you look up at him from under your brow, adjusting in your seat on the couch ever so slightly to draw his eyes to your body. It's the same look he's been seeing the past week of this vacation; whenever you give him those eyes, it seems to lead to something intimate between you.
Using all his strength not to pounce on you, Yuuji swallows thick—at least, as much as he can since his mouth grew dry and all the blood pooled down to his core—and sits on the couch next to you, close enough to have your knees brushing.
The air quickly thickens between you, even before you turn on the couch to face him. Your thigh and chest brush against him as you move, and it has Yuuji gripping the fabric of his shorts to keep his cool, feeling an embarrassing boner already growing right in front of you. Almost a pavlovian response being alone with you.
"I never had a chance to ask you all the truths I wanted," You say, "There's so many things I wanted to ask…"
Memories on your balcony flood Yuuji's mind, the thoughts clearly visible on his face as you watch him grow flushed in the cheeks. You smile and giggle, leaning your head on the back of the couch when he turns his own body to match yours; it was out of necessity because his cock was already rock solid remembering it. It would be impossible to believe he'd fisted his cock almost raw since then, reliving the experience in his head over and over again.
"Give 'em to me," Yuuji beams, eyes closing from the force of his cheeks. "I wanna ask you stuff too."
You hum, dragging a finger over his plain shirt and creating your own patterns. "What's your favourite body part?"
It's a potentially loaded question. Something that should be so easy to answer, but it still short circuits Yuuji's brain. Your giggle only prolongs the panic that zaps through him. He lets out an embarrassed chuckle and hopes you can't feel his thumping heart against his chest.
"I like most—" Truthfully, he's attracted to a person's soul rather than physical appearance. It isn't a lie to say he doesn't have a preference. "—But if I had to pick, maybe thighs?"
"I don't like my thighs. They're so big and thick…" You lie.
Yuuji is quick to reassure you. "Your thighs are nice." He nods, "I like your thighs."
"You think so?" You hum, a faux pout on your lips before slinging a leg over his lap, dragging your hand along your thigh in languid strokes. "They're not too big for you, are they?"
The bait is laid out right in front of him—it has been for a while—and he almost bites. His hand comes up to touch you, to rest on your calf or to stroke and squish your thigh, but he clenches his fist and tries to play it off. You're not letting him get away so easily though; with a smile, you grab his hand and guide him to touch your outer thigh.
Yuuji's mouth runs dry. Your knee is inches away from his erection that's barely hidden. He runs his hand along your soft, smooth skin, daring to gently squeeze ample flesh. The way his fingers melt into you is a level of satisfaction he didn't think possible. Even though his hands are pretty big compared to most, it looks small on your leg—he can't grab even half your thigh, and the sight of that makes him leak uncontrollably in his boxers.
"Do you think you can handle all of this?" You ask quietly, a seductive whisper in his ear after finding himself lost in you.
Yuuji smiles, dragging his thumb over your skin, daring to trail up towards the apex. "Yeah, I know I can."
Giggling at his touch, you grab his wrist before he can brush the fabric of your shorts, thumb pressing dangerously close inside your thigh. The texture is different, nice and squishier. Biting your lip, you lean in close. "Gotta ask permission for that first."
He barely holds back a moan. The sound rattles through his lungs, vibrating along his tongue and he struggles to swallow it back down. Licking his lips, he stares at yours, unintentionally inching closer to you. Painfully hard in his pants, Yuuji squeezes your thighs like they were made of clay, kneading and massaging soft flesh.
"Do you wanna touch my tits again? I know you liked that last time." You ask before he can process the idea of asking for permission to touch your pussy. The idea of tits has his ears perking up, subconsciously licking his lips. "Ask me if you can, first."
The grip on your thighs tightens painfully, though you know it's entirely unintentional. He can feel your sweet, hot breath on his face, noses barely touching; so close and somehow so far. It feels like his heart is going to give out at any moment, that his core (and his cock) are about to burst into an explosion of pleasure right in front of you. Mind racing a mile a minute, Yuuji can hardly form the words when he asks what he truly wants. "Can I kiss you?"
Your grin widens. "Of course."
It's slow at first, maybe even a little timid; as though it were his first kiss. Lips barely touching for a drawn out moment before he gains the confidence to move. The pressure is light. It's more loving in comparison to your first shared kiss on the balcony. You melt into Yuuji and his touch, focused on where his hands wander—from your thighs to your waist, down to your hips and over your stomach. Dinner lingers on his tongue, a warm and homely sensation, one that has you leaning in for more.
Your arms hang round his neck and both your legs have found their place across Yuuji's lap. It allows you to move closer to him, to purposely brush against his hard on and feel him moan into your open mouth. The way you smile into the kiss makes Yuuji dizzy.
Those hands keep wandering, exploring your body wherever permissible. You're addictive in every way possible; your tongue, your lips, the weight of you in his lap, your soft skin and plush body. Every little moan and whine in response to his rubbing and squeezing was like an angel singing. Yuuji had no idea you could be so perfect, even after all that you'd done together.
When he dares to trail up to your chest beneath your shirt, you grab him by the wrist, breaking from the kiss with a string of spit connecting you. "Naughty," You whisper and peck his lips. "I told you to ask permission."
Still not asking for permission—not out of choice but out of a lack of brain power—Yuuji's hand is guided over your chest anyway. No bra. Warm and soft and perfect in his hand. His eyes droop with a moan, grinding his hips carelessly into your leg for a little friction to ease his core. You giggle, guiding him to massage your bare breasts. Part of you hopes he doesn't feel how hard your heart is beating or wonder if your skin is red hot because of how much you are getting off on this. He's so cute and endearing that it's hard not to fall in love with a boy like Yuuji.
He practically falls into you, chasing your touch after you try and pull away. There's a pathetic, childish whine on his lips when his hand is forcefully pulled away. Your warmth is gone from him entirely and it feels like a punishment.
Leaning back across the couch, you tease the waistband of your shorts with your thumbs, wiggling your bent legs. A lame attempt at a strip tease, but it had Yuuji's attention. You pull them down with your underwear, watching Yuuji's eyes widen at the sight of your tan lines, giggling uncontrollably at his reactions.
"You're cute," You say, holding your pants barely over your ass.
Yuuji is barely able to respond. "You're gorgeous."
Anyone would think you're the shy virgin. Compliments like those coming from Yuuji feel the most sincere—he genuinely means it. Your cheeks burn hotter, pulling down your pants further until they are at your knees. Instinctively, Yuuji's eyes darted down to your pussy.
To say he was drooling was an understatement. Ready to cum in his pants, bury himself in you and get a taste of your sweetness all at once. Yuuji grows lightheaded, forced to palm at his cock in his pants just to breathe again.
You bite your lip and give him a little time to look at you, holding your legs together at the knees so he can see your glistening cunt. It was quite the compliment, even if he looked at you like prey.
'Take off your pants, baby."
Although you instructed him to take them off, Yuuji practically ripped the material from his body in a chaotic and flustered set of motions. Almost falling over himself on the couch after sitting up to pull his pants down, he fumbles onto his knees while kicking the rest of the material off of his feet to settle between your thighs, tearing his shirt off over his head and tossing the offending article away. His hair was ruffled, face flushed red, and his cock hung hot and heavy over your stomach. A part of you is surprised he didn't rush in.
As a reward for following your instructions and having patience, you're not going to let him fuck you just yet, but you do start stroking his cock between your legs. Yuuji practically keels over at your touch. Leaking all over your stomach like a fountain, he leans into your touch, panting and whining at your slow torture.
"Sit up for me," You hum and Yuuji moves to sit back on his haunches. Pulling your feet up, you rest your ankles on either side of his shoulders, holding his cock between your thighs. "Just like that; move your hips."
Surprisingly slow at first, he does as you say, rocking his hips back and forth where your thighs hold him. Nestled between the meat of your legs and collecting the juices between your lips, Yuuji's cock disappears and reappears between your soft flesh.
"Oh fuck…" He moans, inhaling a shaky breath, watching the way his head barely pokes out between your thighs.
Yuuji holds onto your ankles at his shoulders, practically shaking with need while keeping a steady pace. It's not your pussy, but it's warm and tight enough to have him leaking all over—it allows for smoother thrusts of his cock. He watches you beneath him, angelic and beautiful in ways he can't even begin to describe. Tits on display with your shirt bundled up at your chin, tan lines in the shape of small triangles where your bikini covered you, bouncing with each thrust of his hips into yours— all of your voluptuous body bounces and it makes him light headed.
It doesn't take long for Yuuji's pace to pick up, not when you start moaning from the friction on your clit. Each thrust drags his head against your swollen nub, feeling the thickness of his cock wrapped around your lips and pushing through the ample meat of your thighs. It was just as much of a tease for you as it was for him. You play with your chest, massaging and pinching hard nipples, you throw your head back and moan, maintaining direct eye contact with Yuuji.
Panting like a dog, he whines and huffs above you, hands pawing carelessly at any body part he can reach. Squeezing your thighs tighter around his cock for more, thrusting harder and faster, it wasn't enough to get off and the pain in his core was becoming unbearable. You can see it in his eyes; begging, pleading, desperate for more.
"You can't—" You start but are quickly cut off by a gasp when Yuuji's cock slides from between your thighs and into your aching hole.
"I'm sorry! F-F-I'm so sorry," Yuuji whines your name, buried to the hilt and already humping you at the same velocity. Your legs are moved to either side of his hips, his arms forcefully wrapping around your waist to hold you close. He kisses you in a plea for forgiveness. "Sorry, I coudn't—I needed—"
Not only was it difficult for him to speak through the overwhelming pleasure and his self indulgent moans, but you were rendered speechless instantly—not in a bad way, either. The night on the balcony is when you discovered just how big he was. However, feeling him stretching you open like this was a whole other sensation you weren't prepared for. Fucking you deep, hard and fast, your mind has been rendered useless. All you could do was moan as loud as possible and claw at his back to keep him close.
It isn't much of a surprise when you feel Yuuji cumming inside of you so soon. You anticipated it and were hoping to draw out your combined pleasure so that he wouldn't be ashamed of finishing so fast, and you would get your own orgasm. His cock twitches despite still thrusting, filling you up with his warm release—not once does he slow down or stop.
"Yuuji…" You moan but he doesn't listen, burying his head in the crook of your neck while holding onto you for dear life. Hot breath collects against your neck, moans pressed into your skin with sweet kisses, apologies for anything he does wrong.
He keeps going at the same breakneck pace; you're grateful for it, actually. The warmth and weight of him, the stretch and just how much he fills you up, all of it had you screaming for more. Crying out curses, moaning his name. When your core began to tighten in that ever so familiar feeling, you were begging him not to stop. Yuuji grunts into you, kissing you rough and confident, cradling your cheek as his tongue swipes over yours in broad strokes.
You cum over his cock in one of the best orgasms you've ever experienced. Clawing at his bare back, dragging your nails along his skin until he moans into your open mouth. Thankfully he slowed down—only because it hurt to move. Your walls clamped down and held him so tight, it felt like he was being held in a vice.
"Fuck…Fuck fuck fuck, Yuuji—"
There's a wide smile on his face, a beam of light and genuine gratification knowing he was the one to make you lose your mind like this. Pleasure trickles through your body from your core, all the way up to the top of your head and down to your toes. It lingers, creates a swell of adoration in your chest—even bringing tears to your eyes. Everything feels so light and airy, like it was a dream.
Pulling him into another kiss to hide your face, you finally loosen up enough for Yuuji to start moving again. He doesn't relent in his pace, continuing to fuck you hard and fast despite the lingering aftermath of your orgasm. You hold him close while he watches pleasure on your face, focused on the sounds of your combined juices making obscene noises with every thrust.
The air is thick between you with lust. Sinful and pathetic moans bounce off the walls, a whine of his name breaks up the rhythm of slapping skin. You hold him close, clinging onto him when your body recovers and the pleasure begins to seep through to your core again.
"Feels so good…" Yuuji whines, kissing you in quick bursts. "Don't wanna stop."
You can't help but giggle at his sweet innocence, leaning in to kiss and bite his neck, a little treat to leave behind. Murmuring his name, you grab ahold of his hand and guide it to where your bodies meet. "Rub my clit," You whisper into his skin, "Like this."
Once again showing him how you like to be touched, you press his fingers over your clit at the right amount of pressure, swirling in small circles over your nub. The sensation has you moaning on the first stroke—it's fuel to the fire in his core.
Your walls flutter with each thrust, body vibrating with need as his fingers swirl around your sensitive clit. His name had become a prayer, the only word you knew of, a blessing as he fucks you harder and faster. Yuuji could feel himself coming close, but he was determined to watch you cum again.
He kisses you through your orgasm, still fucking you while you milked him for all he's worth. Yuuji has been dreaming of this for years, so he wanted to make the most of the opportunity and engrave everything about you into his memories. The way you taste, the way you sound, the warmth of your pussy.
"Can I—Can I cum on your chest?" Yuuji asks with a shaky breath; he daren't stop moving lest he lose his momentum. You nod quickly and miss the fullness he leaves behind.
You remain where you are, leaking your combined juices and pull your shirt further up to your neck. With a press of your upper arms on either side of your tits, you create the perfect canvas for Yuuji to make his mark.
Kneeling over you, you can smell his heady, musky scent. Hand furiously stroking his cock, it twitches and leaks, swollen and bright red, ready to burst at any moment. Yuuji cums with a high pitched moan, cursing under his breath and guiding his shot over your chest—it's his first time, so of course some of it missed his target.
As he strokes his cock slowly for any remnants of his orgasm, you wipe the residue from your chin, making eye contact as you lick your finger clean.
Yuuji will fuck you again already.
It takes a little while for him to realise what had happened. He's lost his virginity, to his first unofficial love; someone who's helping him clean off with a wet cloth on the couch. Hearts have replaced his pupils while yours are filled with stars, still high from your back-to-back orgasms, smiling down at him on the couch.
"Did you have a good time?" You ask, pulling your sodden shirt over your head and passing Yuuji his own.
With a goofy, lopsided smile, he breathes, "Yeah."
"Good," You giggle, "We might be able to have fun like that again more often when we're back home."
The idea has his limp, worn out cock threatening to stand to attention again.
You leave him with a quick kiss goodbye. "Our secret, yeah?"
He nods, watching you saunter towards the stairs, fully naked, to shower. Of course he watches the shake of your bare ass as you leave. Yuuji physically pinches his arm to wake up from what must be a dream. There's a bubble of elation in his chest when everything is the same, hiding his giddy face into his shirt.