PERVY! YUJI | your virgin best friend is a perv drabble
cw: aged up, fem (she/her) reader, not proofread
an: i just made some bullshit!!!!
PERVY! YUJI who always finds the perfect sexual innuendos that make your eyes roll back into your skull.
you're playing overwatch with him, face way too close to your monitor as your finger damn near breaks off spamming heals. you're desperately trying to keep your tank, yuji, alive as he pushes W straight into the enemy's back line.
"you're in too deep, yuu. get out of there. FUCK! i'm reloading," you're on the edge of your seat, watching hopelessly as his health bar depletes to nothing in a matter of seconds.
his mic crinkles as he pulls it close to his lips, unphased by reinhardt's now lifeless body, "i can show you just how deep i can go later."
your lip twitches, threatening to curve into a smile as you sit in dead silence.
"ewww not another e-couple," the ana on your team cuts in, "i always get you freaks on my team."
PERVY! YUJI who never hides the fact he likes to ogle you.
you're at the beach with him in your cute new two piece. the sun beating down on your head does little to fight against the cold ocean water. by the time you're out of the water, you're shivering, hugging yourself with your arms in an attempt to warm yourself up. all it does though, is give yuji a good look at your mouth watering cleavage. he watches the salty droplets roll down from your hair line, down your neck and in between your tits. his mouth practically watering, dark brown eyes following each new drop. he loves how your frilly little bikini cups your round breasts and the goosebumps that litter your skin. when you tighten your arms around yourself even more he almost moans watching your breasts squish together.
your best friend is always so bold. he'll come up to hug you with the guise that he's "warming you up". instead he's reveling in the feeling of your chest against his. your hard nipples poking him, causing his dick to stir in his swim trunks.
you try to pull away but he tugs you closer, causing you to whine. "yuuuuji. you're not even warming me up..." you pout.
"be patient," he huffs out, his big, strong arms caging you in.
PERVY! YUJI whose shameless about the amount of porn he watches.
at this point in your friendship, he doesn't even bother to apologize when you catch him. you'll be going through his phone, searching for the photo he took of you at the cafe you visited earlier only to find videos he saved in his camera roll. a video of a woman squirting plays loudly, her exaggerated moans echoing in his apartment as you rush to swipe away—only to find a video of a woman deepthroating a very large penis. you continue to swipe, in shock at how many videos come before the photo he took of you. it had only been mere hours since he took it. how many videos had he downloaded in that short amount of time?
"seriously, yuji?" you ask him, flustered despite this somehow not being the first time you've found porn on his phone. he only shrugs at you, not an ounce of embarrassment visible on his face.
"i didn't want them to get taken down before i could watch them," he tells you simply, like that made perfect sense. he scooches closer to you on the couch, craning his neck to watch one of the videos still playing in your hand.
PERVY! YUJI who has a bad habit of asking you too many personal questions.
"how many times have you orgasmed before? i've heard girls can cum multiple times in a row."
"do you like your nipples played with?"
"how many fingers do you use while masturbating?"
you think he likes watching you squirm—your face bright red from his barrage of questions. the filthy words leave his mouth like he's asking you your favorite color and not something deeply personal. he studies your reaction, your mouth agape and his eyes follow the outline of your lips. he chews on the string of his hoodie in complete focus, waiting for you to answer. and you always do, despite yourself—if only so you could ask your own. at least that's what you tell yourself and yuji's anything if not willing to answer.
"8 inches. want me to prove it?"
"i believe you... what do you think about when you masturbate?
"you," he says bluntly, unphased.
"be serious," you say and he pauses.
PERVY! YUJI who beats off to you more than he should
he imagines you in all the scenarios he's watched in porn: the dumb step sister who gets stuck in the dryer, or the naughty teacher who punishes him for not doing his homework. he thinks about the shorts you wear that he hates loves and the undies he stole from you, hiding somewhere in his closet. the ones he's sniffed a million times that no longer smell like you. he pictures all the times you've stretched in front of him, revealing your navel and moaning as your muscles tense and release. he wonders if you sound that good in bed, or if you sound even better.
he thinks of you catching him like this, his shirt between his teeth and cock red and angry as he damn near tugs it off. he wonders what you'd do—if you'd look at him with that innocent little face you always make when he says something pervy knowing you're just as bad as he is.
he thinks about all the times you've out freaked him. all the dirty fucking smut he's found on your phone that he's spent way too many times imagining you two recreating.
nothing makes him finish like the thought of him deep inside your pussy, though. all warm and inviting as she sucks him in and he finally finishes on his own stomach after edging for hours to the thought of you. he'll spend some time playing with it, imagining it leaking out of you instead of pooling in his belly button.
꒰I HATE THIS but i'm posting it anyways as exposure therapy꒱
