Day 6: Yamaguchi

Day 6: Yamaguchi

Warnings: Dry humping

It’s not that Yamaguchi didn’t want to participate in the months challenge, it’s just that he knew he wouldn’t make it far; not even far enough to be proud of the attempt. You told him you’d be supportive, wouldn’t try anything to mess him up, but he was adamant about his decision. And you respected that, so you kept track of how long it took him to break on his own in your mind. It didn’t take long, but it was longer than you had anticipated.

You had been lounging on the couch all day, binging a show on your off day, when he entered through the front door. A wide, adorable smile on his face at the sight of his pretty girlfriend in the living room, having that be the first thing he sees when coming home is his favorite part of any day. “Hi, honey,” he kicked his shoes off and made his way over to where you were sprawled out. You flipped over onto your back and moved your legs apart enough for him to slip between and rest on top of you, his arms wrapping around your waist, your fingers brushing through his soft hair, “what did you get up to all day?”

“Just been glued to the couch, waiting for you to come home,” you smiled as he looked up at you. Home. Something flipped inside of him at that word falling from your lips so gracefully; so right. His arms tightened around you as he buried his face in your tummy, his lips pressing light kisses on the areas where your skin was exposed, timidly trailing down to the waistband of your sweatpants. “‘Dashi?” voice coming out in a whimper, eyes closing from the sudden sexual air in the room.

Tadashi hummed against your skin, his fingers dancing their way up your shirt, thumbs brushing lightly against your nipples, “yeah, honey?” He nipped at your hips when he came face to face with them. You could only respond with needy sounds, hands gripping his hair as he slid your sweats down your legs, his lips following and kissing the newly exposed skin. “You look very pretty today.”

His compliment sent goosebumps to litter your bare arms and legs, pulling his face up to kiss him desperately after he pulled your sweats off and discarded his own. Your mouths collide, tongues immediately making contact, your hips raise up to roll against the growing bulge in his boxers.

“‘m just in normal clothes,” you pant against his mouth, chin lifting up to chase his lips as he pulls away. Tadashi nips at your jaw, needily grinding his crotch into your clothed heat; already feeling your panties stick to your wet folds.

He hummed in response, followed by a muffled whimper when his aching cock pressed harshly against you. It became clear that he wasn’t planning on fucking you just yet; he made no move to slide your panties to the side, to shove his boxers down and sink into your drooling pussy. He seemed to be content with rocking his hips into yours, content with dry humping you until he was spilling into his boxers.

“Don’t- don’t wanna stop,” his whimpers made your cunt clench around nothing, your hands releasing his face to grip his shoulders; you needed him closer, invading your space.

Within a few minutes, his hips were stuttering and shaking, the pleasure overwhelming him to the point of star filled vision and toes curling in his socks. “I-I’m- ngh, honey.”

Soft reassurance and your own rocking hips sent his mind spiraling, his face flushed and dripping sweat as he let go; just as you had softly asked him to. You could feel his boxers dampen warmly as he rode out his release, slowing his grinding and nuzzling his face in your collarbone.

A gentle smile graced your lips, kissing the side of his head and rubbing his back, “needy baby, you feel better?” you cooed once his hips stilled, laying his full weight on top of you. You were met with a nod, a hum, and a gentle kiss.