#yuji drabbles

Yes

— disclaimer (mdni, aged up, dih dih dih hopping, car sex)

You’re insatiable when it comes to your boyfriend. You can’t help the way heat sinks between your thighs when he’s training, white tee clinging to his muscles from the sweat as he spars with Megumi. The muscles in his chest taut, the ones in his back rippling as he rears back to throw a punch only for his gaze to shift your direction and completely miss target at the way your nipples perk against your tank top.

“That’s it, grind against me,” Yuji mutters, warm ambers visionaries skimming up your body to the way your tits sit beneath the flimsy fabric.

“Oh, Yuu,” you’re cooing, hands splaying up his chest to push the damp shirt up, large hands guiding your desperate grinds, “I want you.”

“Yeah? You want your Yuji,” he’s muttering, unsure of where he wants his hands, whether he wants them groping your tits through your shirt or fisting your ass beneath your skirt. You’re so wet it’s slicked through your thong and his boxers, making it easy glide along his length. It’s probably just the heat of being in his shitty car, tucked beneath a tree in some random parking lot that was empty enough for you to rock the vehicle without being noticed, but you swear, you nerves are lightened more than usual. It makes your already ditzy brain emptier than usual, only giving a weak mewl of desperation.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Yuji says, holding his length to position his tip at your sopping heat, panties already haphazardly pulled aside, creasing against the plush cheek.

“Lift up a bit,” Yuji instructs, but he’s already eagerly yanking you by the fat of your ass to lift your hips. His thumbs hook around the hem of his boxers, pulling them down just enough for his hard length flop out and land against the defined ridge of muscles at his core.

A slick of moisture pools on your tongue at the ‘plap’ sound it makes. “You’re taking too long,” the disgruntled whine leaves your puffy lips, slicked in some overly priced lipgloss you insist he buys you. He doesn’t mind spending the money on you, not when you’re pressing kisses along his neck and he can feel the goo stick against his skin.

“I’m hurrying, baby,” Yuji’s just as desperate, gripping himself to position his tip at your sopping core, panties already haphazardly pulled aside and pressing soft swell of your left asscheek. You’re already sinking down before he can sure he’s positioned himself right.

The rhythm you set lacks any control, slipping into urgency that keeps faltering as you try to go faster. It’s just like your moans — desperate, loud, and whiny.

“Lean over a bit, baby — shit, please,” Yuji’s whimpering, your hands falling into the seat on either side of his head for leverage as your hips stutter. His lips latch around your nipple, free hand pinching the other one.

megumi who loves pleasing yuji but never rly wants to be touched

it might be nice in the future, he knows he’ll eventually want it, but he doesn’t really need it. he likes yuji, likes the way he looks and how he tastes and smells—megumi feels like it’s enough to just give to him.

sneaking into yuji’s room and under the blanket as the sun is rising bc he misses him and doesn’t really know how to express it any other way. yuji stirs awake and isn’t even surprised at the sensation, used to it, tangles his fingers into gumi’s fluffy hair and lets him suck his cock down into his mouth >.>

“h-hi—“ yuji breathes, blinks his eyes open to look down at the way megumi’s lips are stretched around him, fat bubbles of spit pouring down the length and pooling up at the base. his vision, still a little blurry, makes out the rise and fall of the blanket from the way gumi is bobbing his head.

“you—haah—couldn’t sleep?”

and megumi just says mm mm, relaxes his throat so he can sink further down. he delights in the pretty sounds yuji always makes- low, sleepy groans that are just loud enough so only they can hear them. likes the way yuji always coaches him through it: just like that, suck the whole thing.. you’re just perfect, aren’t you? feels so good.

yuji thinks his best friend is some kind of incubus. always so happy to get it from him, dragging all the pleasure out his cock and praise out of his mouth, drinks it all up in one and still leaves yuji needing at the end. he wants to make it last but he can’t take his eyes off of him quickly enough, the visual is too much. he cums with an airy whine, dick twitching out ropes inside of megumi’s mouth. he feels.. eager. wants to push through the limp feeling in his body so he can get up and return the favor this time.

but megumi is spent already, crawls up yuji’s body a little to curl up against his chest under the blanket.

yuji pinches his shoulder lightly, playfully. “are you sure you don’t want me to-“

— disclaimer (mdni, noncon, dubcon, closed space, no foreplay, no protection, aged up)

Imagine big dumb himbo!Yuji you met through a friend of a friend having a huge crush on you to the point he’s wondering if mixed signals are getting thrown his way or if you’re just teasing him on purpose

Gets so drunk at a house party one night that he ends up confusing the signals you’re sending him and gets all pouty about it

Follows you to some bathroom upstairs away from everyone else, and waits outside the door with his cheek squished to it

His eyes are round like a big puppy, even when he’s stepping through the threshold when you open it to leave and locks it behind himself to confront you

“Yuji, ‘m not—” you’re unable to even get the words out before his lips are pressing to yours, alcohol burning both your tongues

“You’re so pretty, [y/n],” he’s murmuring thoughtlessly, large hands groping each of your ass cheeks before lifting you up on to the sink, “so lucky I get to touch you”

Yes, but let’s make it yandere!yuji

— disclaimer (25 year old!Yuji, yandere, mdni, +18 only, oral fixation)

Your boyfriend is devastatingly, genuinely warm. He’s the sweetest, most inviting person you’ve ever met. From the very moment those syrupy brown eyes poured over you, he’s been nothing but caring and attentive to your every need. Despite everything he’s gone through, all the curses his knuckles have split open, he’s still maintained an element of cheerfulness that puts people at ease. He knows loss, and that’s why he cares so much about you.

“You can be upset with me all you want — that’s fine,” his voice is smooths over the words through that sunshine smile of his, “of course it’s not being controlling, baby! I’m just protective!”

Yuji’s always telling you that sort of thing — something about the certainty he has in his own words making something warm swirl inside your belly. He’s been through hell. He’s seen hell, but he’d go through it all a million times over just to watch you sink between his thighs and take his thick cock in your mouth.

Yuji adores you. He knows how to take his time. He studies people. He has infinite amounts of patience when it comes to those he loves and enjoys taking his time learning everything about them. The way you bite your straws, nibble down the ends of your pens, the manner your top row of teeth sink into your lower lip in thought never goes unnoticed by him. He knows you have an oral fixation, and he’s determined to be the one who satisfies it.

He’s eliminated all your other self soothing techniques, ensuring that when you get that urge, there’s only one person you can call to satisfy your needs. There’s nothing wrong with that. He’s doing it just to keep you safe. The more you rely on him, the more you’re around, the safer he can keep you. He’s not doing this from insecurity. It’s deeply held, experienced back conviction that he needs to keep those he loves safe.

“Yeah, that’s what you needed, baby,” Yuji exhales, the words not exactly stated as question with your inability to respond. There’s nothing more Yuji loves, maybe aside from doggystyle, than feeling your throat constrict around his girth. Your nose presses into the pink curls along his pelvis, the same hue that matches the heat spreading from the tips of your ears across your cheeks.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed,” Yuji assures, lips curling into a smile far too kind for what lingers within his mind. His large hand settles against the top of your head, thumb soothing a circle on your temple. “Just take what you need.”

Tbh I really only write sub!reader but I attempted to cook up a little something where the playing field is obscured I’m just not the best at it:p I’m really trying to get back to my yandere writing so there maybe some elements of that, also this wasn’t proofread or anything just straight from the noggin so forgive me:p

Himbo!yuji is so down bad for his smart girlfriend and her big brain . .

— disclaimer (mdni, 18+ only, library, blowjobs, face fucking, dubconish, aged up! Obvious, 25 year old!Yuji, Yuji says cock because I feel like he uses that over dick)

“Let me go ask my girlfriend! I bet she’d know the answer.”

You love your boyfriend, but he is as dumb as a dog. He acts like one too. His attention span can’t last on one thing for too long before he short circuits and is already on to the next thing that will satisfy his Gen Z brain. You’re probably not the best thing to compare to — whatever you lack in social skills you make up for with knowledge, nose always shoved in some book any chance you can get. It’s not even fiction books. What type of girl wants to theorize whether the brain is some sort of biological computer or if there’s a soul attached to it?

You.

The only thing that could ever preoccupy that dog’s brain and have him not get bored. He’s a dog in every sense of the word. He follows you around like one, stares at you with those sweet big eyes of his, even tries to shove his face in your ass every chance he can get. It’s not plausible that the two of you even work as a couple with how your impenetrable shell of stoicism seems so unbreakable, but he manages to wedge his way through the cracks every damn time. Sometimes, you just need a break, a moment to breathe, but even in those moments, he finds you and your resolves disintegrates like ice cream in the sun — sticky, sweet, and so unlike you.