#yujibooty

Your drool coating Megumi’s long slim fingers as he forces you to suck.

“Do you ever-…shut the fuck up?” He says through soft grunts, his dark messy hair sticking to his forehead.

Your eyes lose focus as his hips slam into you, your choked whines making him let out small whimpers. He laughs shakily as he glances at your state.

“Are you seriously squeezing? S-stop.”

He mumbles your name as he rests his face into your neck, picking up his merciless pace, nearly forgetting he was making you gag on his fingers.

The sticky fwops of the mess between your legs driving him mad.

He could never get tired of hearing it unlike your annoying fucking mouth.

Reluctantly removing his fingers from your lips, but slowly and happily into his own, he lifts himself from your neck, looking down at your, oh so horrible state.

Your swollen lips and your mess of a hair, the drool dripping down your chin. ;( Not that he feels bad anyway.

He can’t even remember what pissed him off this time.

Trying to catch your breath, your eyes watery as you frown preparing your next complaint. And surprisingly he’s waiting on it.

“Megu-”

He never erases the pretty ones.

Nerdjo who calls out your friends as they’re talking behind your back. (“If she’s dumb she’d still be hanging out with you.”)

Nerdjo who sighs when you stick your hand in his snack bag, giggling when you expect him to scold you.

He pushes the bag closer to you.

Nerdjo moping as he finally washes the fabric you’ve left your scent on.

Nerdjo whose eyes widen when you correct an answer on his paper, unsure how to respond to the flush reaching his cheeks as he pushes his glasses up.

Nerdjo who leans over during free period, watching you use social apps he’s never heard of. (“what’s..a tumblr?”)

He was even more intrigued when you hid your phone screen but he brushed it off.

Nerdjo who’s heart flutters as he hears you slip a DnD reference to your friends, silently giggling at the joke your friends raised eyebrows to.

Nerdjo who’s unfazed as ever as you hand him your phone to show him the pigtails and kawaii hairclips you’ve ruined his ghostly hair with.

“Hate em.”

(He wore them the rest of the day.)

Nerdjo who chokes up when his neighbor, Megumi shows up asking who’s the girl taking up their Pokémon trading time. (“since when did girls like you?”)

Nerdjo letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, as he stood behind you, helping you put on a necklace you definitely could’ve put on yourself.

Immediately turning his head to anything else in the room as you ask him if it looks good, the amulet sitting right inbetween your cleavage. (“Yeah- yea.”) (“you didn’t even look.”)

Part one || Part two || Part three

Puppy!Yuji who loves fucking his toys UP. At first it was a little cute but you’ve started to grow concerned at how aggressive he could get.

Puppy!Yuji who can almost sleep anywhere around the house, stepping over his big body at 3 in the morning because he wanted to sleep in your bed and you refused, so he slept on your floor.

Puppy!Yuji who pees the bed every once in awhile. He finds it confusing you tease him about it yet your the same person always helping him bathe after and hushing him back to sleep.

Puppy!Yuji who always tries peaking into your pantie drawer. Only out of pure curiosity, the scent is always lingering when he’s in your room napping in your bed. And one day he finally fell to temptation, he observes them, tilting his head while flipping n’ reversing the cloth- putting them to his nose and inhaling and realizes he should’ve done this a long time ago, his tail wagging embarrassingly.

Puppy!Yuji who patiently waits for you to come home, excited to play after work. But once the door opens he sees how exhausted you are, he decides subconsciously he’ll take a nap with you instead.

Puppy!Yuji who unconsciously dry humps you whenever he big spoons. He’ll even have the nerve to whine in his sleep when he does it.

Puppy!Yuji who never realized how smaller you are compared to him until he saw on TV how fragile small animals are. He worries and tries to be careful when playing with you now. (And subconsciously watch over you when doing mildly unsafe things- which you find a little funny and annoying.)

Puppy!Yuji who notices the noises from your room when you cry. Trying to hide your problems from him you always lock your door during those episodes. Later when you try to comfort yourself with TV he hot glues himself to you, nuzzling his head all over your lap and chest. Laying like your his personal pillow. Though he’s silent and sure not to disturb you.

Puppy!Yuji who’s ALL over you when you’re sick, practically stuck to you- in the bed rubbing his face all over yours. Sometimes you think he wants you to sneeze on him. You always warn him of what he might catch and somehow days pass and he’s FINE.

Puppy!Yuji who hardly ever whines at scolding from others, being the playful hybrid he is, it’s common for others to tell him to chill out so he’s used to completely ignoring others. Until you glare up at him.

He told himself not to let you in his dorm but the second he smelt your sweet aroma all those thoughts went down the drain.

Boy would he know it would land him here.

Your hips abusing his pelvis, as he tries his best to hold you, his slim pale hands shaking.

From what it looks like he was looking down at the oh so horrible mess you were making. (His eyes were actually closed trying his best to avoid getting overstimulated.)

You lift Megumi’s chin up to get a better view of his face, his cheeks pink as he tries to keep his whines down with every slap and fwop.

“Eyes on me.” Your eyes narrow, as he reluctantly obeys, clearly embarrassed at how ruined you’ve somehow made this once stubborn boy.

You smile softly seeing him submit to your request, lifting your hips up again and slamming into him, making him whine high pitched as he tries his best to keep his eyes on you.

“Mmph..y-y/n..”

The strength he had to use to hold himself back from the name ‘mommy’ was unbearable. He was so unlike himself, and it was scaring him so good.

You giggle at him slurring on your name, squeezing yourself around him, causing him to gasp, you just couldn’t help but love torturing him.

When he finally keeps his hold on your soft ass it was to try and make you go slower, his eyes begging you to slow ur pace.

Growing a bit tired of holding yourself up, you lay your body fully on top of his, your forehead and chest mushed against his, nearly breaking him. (He has no idea how he’s last thing long)

“Please.” he mumbles

“P-please y/n go slowerr..”

His little moans making him pink from embarrassment, covering his mouth by nuzzling his face into your neck.

To be honest you wouldn’t mind slowing down but you were getting pretty close yourself. Your whines growing more high pitched by the second, you couldn’t slow down- you wouldn’t.

The more you told yourself to stop the faster you thrusted ;(

“M-mommy please!”

He knew he wouldn’t be able to look you in the eye once the sun rises. (nor will Yuji- who probably did hear you on his way to the bathroom.)

Nerdjo who whispers the answers nonchalantly when the spotlights on you.

Nerdjo who frowns when he sees the teacher explaining something to you he could show you in seconds.

Nerdjo who wishes you were nodding and looking up to him like that.

Nerdjo who shoves the teacher out of the way when you still don’t seem to get what he’s demonstrating.

The small hint of cologne and the faint smell of sweet candies flooding your nose.

Nerdjo who stutters while insisting you exchange numbers so he can help you further. And to his surprise you call that same night.

Nerdjo who buys you snacks but opens them before giving them to you to seem like leftovers.

Nerdjo who listens to you rant and complain about life, pushing his glasses up while examining your homework.

Nerdjo who glares at your friends when they interrupt your study sessions, questioning why you were hanging out with him so much.

Nerdjo who wishes he could be something like a ‘friend’ to you.

Nerdjo who wishes your calls at night weren’t just to know what question 6 was.

Nerdjo who’s speechless as you run up and hug him instead of walking past his desk like you do everyday. The perfume he loved drowning his sense of smell as you rubbed it all over his dungeon and dragons shirt.

Nerdjo who hates how much he liked your embrace. The way you looked up at him, and your stupid smile.

“I got a 97% on my test!” He recalls your reasoning as he stands over his laundry. He looks around to make sure no ones around before sniffing it a bit, reluctantly tossing it in the washer. Closing the lid he runs his hand through his hair, walking away.

Then running straight t’wards it before the water cut on, saving it like a prized possession. The smell was better than his go-to candy store.

Nerdjo who sighs, taking his glasses off, realizing he was beyond saving.

Nerdjo who ears turn light pink when you address him as your friend when your ‘friends’ start lightly bullying him.

part one || part two

࿐ puppy!Yuji was average golden retriever hybrid, playful, obedient, and loyal in every way. He loved his new home/owner and wouldn’t give you up for the world, but lately he’s been giving off odd behavior and you can’t exactly put your finger on why.

His gaze on you, a much different vibe from usual when you guide him to the bathroom in nothing but your matching bra and panties at 4 in the morning. (He’s still learning to use the potty.)

Rubbing his eyes as you hold his hand, his cheeks pinker than usual, and it’s definitely not the potty training causing it.

Or when you’re adjusting your coat, making your leave for work, it’s like his body knows, his instincts suddenly making him shamelessly clingy. His body moves on its own, pleading you don’t leave him. Poor Yuji clings to your calve, his cheek mushing onto your thigh as he squats on the ground.

“Please please.. ma, don’t go.”

And he almost convinces you, feeling his hand slowly go up your leg and his eyes stare up at you like your the best dog treat in the world. -And did he just lick you? Poor baby ;(.

He pushes it even further, pressing his lips against your skin, closing his eyes and inhaling your scent like it’s a drug. Is this what men feel like when leaving for war? You look down genuinely speechless. Until you remember the bills won’t pay their self.

The icing on the cake is the way he’s been literally getting drunk off your forehead kisses. Don’t get me wrong he’s loved your praising from the start. His eyes lighting up and the way he smiles to himself realizing he made you proud. He’s just a puppy doing his best c:

But the way his eyelids lower, his tail wagging suspiciously slower, the small giggles and the way he pulls you closer not realizing he’s nearly man handling you.. the grip of his big hands on your hips, you’d be dumb not to realize something’s up.

Oh- and maybe, just maybe his oddly wet boxers you hesitantly pick up when doing laundry day. Relatable.

You’ve been so focused on making sure he feels at home you’ve forgotten the most difficult part— mating season. :c

Your mind starts to wander off, why hasn’t he mentioned anything? Does he even know what that is, what’s happening to his body? A wave of guilt overcomes you while rethinking the past week.

Despite his invasive thoughts and his random urge to cream pie you, (which he quite doesn’t even understand) he still showed you respect, or atleast tried his best to. (You caught him snooping around your pantie drawer maybe once or twice.)

Your determined to help him..

~

You sit on the floor, one knee infront of your couch, Yuji sitting on the cushion infront of you.

Your hand rests under his shirt but at the rim of his sweatpants.

“Is this okay?”

He had been waiting for you all day but he was never expecting this. He feels so embarrassed you noticed but relieved you’re willing to help the needy feeling in his pants. ;c

Swallowing hard he nods anxiously. You give him a double take before tugging softly on his pants, which he complies to immediately. Sitting up a bit further, he pulls his sweatpants off to his mid thigh.

He glances at you for reassurance but a sudden warmth causes him to wince, his ears lower as he looks down at his crotch to your hand in his boxers, palm skimming on the base of his length, he was embarrassingly hard. :c

You run your hand up slowly till it reaches his tip, his puppy precum so cute, you tilt your head a little as you encircle his tip with your thumb. He whines as he leans forward.

“Hmphh..”

You repeat the same stroke a few more times and your palms practically coated in cum. He’s been aching for your touch, and now that he has it he’s not even sure he can handle it. He didn’t understand what you were doing to him, but it felt so good. D;

“Yuji?”

“Y-yes?” He murmurs completely dumb fucked but a dog comes when called.

You pick up the pace and start rhythm, his hips uncontrollably thrusting up. By instinct he softly pulls you by your collar, leaning you closer.

“S-sorry m’ sorry..”

“It’s okay.”

He tries to be quiet, the mess in his boxers squelching.

He wasn’t satisfied. You weren’t close enough. His grip was nearly gonna rip your shirt, so you carefully climb up onto the couch next to him.

You look up at him and he’s so dazed you’re not even sure he realized. You lay your head his shoulder, continuing. You have to remind yourself this is strictly to help your poor pup, because honestly you were getting wet yourself.

Using your free hand you grab his chin and kiss him softly, his eyes widen in confusion but once your tongue begs his lips for entrance he gives in like he’s been dying for it.

He messily kisses back, his inexperience clear, making you realize hybrids don’t really ‘kiss’. The feeling was foreign to him but amazing. He whimpers as your tongue presses against his, he tries to speak but he can spit out are whines. His eyes start to roll and you catch on.

Your lips leave his and pull his boxers further for more access. Before he could speak you speed up, causing him to nearly cry.

“M-mommy..I- feel weird s-stop..please.”

He mumbles into your neck- poor baby doesn’t even understand what his dicks been begging for. ;( Why it’s been pleading to be stuck inside of you. Why he humps his bed and can’t stop thinking about it being you.

You smile to yourself and go even faster, cum leaking onto the couch down from his thighs.

“You’re too cute.”

“Haahh..”

A few more yanks and he cries out, ropes of goop shooting from his sore cock as he thrusts up. He squirms uncontrollably, while you pet his ears in a soothing manner.

Your eyebrows raise at how much he cums, it still oozing out as he slowly leaves his high, he sniffles while he nuzzles your neck with a long groan.

“Do you feel better?”

“Mmghh…”

He glances at the mess you made and closes his eyes once more.

“Againn..”

ps. he calls you motherly names platonically because he’s never had a parental figure <3

He likes to hug every time you see each other, which you don’t mind but he seems to hold you longer and more intimate as the days go by. Hugging you from behind, gently gripping your waist as his other hand rests on your lower back.

Whenever megs and nobara ask to hang out, he’s always hot glued to you. Gently shoving Megumi so he can sit next to you on the couch. Waiting for you when you’d stop to tie your shoe when out shopping. Or even tying your shoe himself. You always decline but he insists.

The bags of snacks he came home with having mostly things you like, Nobara scolding him for forgetting the one snack she asked for.

You start to suspect he’s taken interest in you, but you’d never have the confidence to confront him about it. You ask Nobara if she’s been noticing anything and she brushed it off as Yuji always being kind.

Whenever your’e on missions or in his presence at all, you feel his gaze on you the entire time. You started blaming your paranoia, until you realized your pantie drawer had been tampered with.

And if that wasn’t enough evidence you’ve picked up on the fact you’ve been waking up soaked in your own pleasure almost every morning now, and your positive it’s not your doing.

Picturing the boy you thought was innocent softly touching you while your drifted off in your own bed made your stomach turn uncomfortably but your face almost red as a tomato.

You’ll definitely get payback. (And your missing panties.)

~

It kept his dignity and self respect in check but boy did it leave him easier than a rabbit in heat.

Waking up wet from dreams he shouldn’t have started haunting him.

But mostly because of who it was with.

He was just horny. Or..maybe— a crush?

I mean, you were very pretty.

He let the thoughts consume him as he stood in the shower, his breathing unsteady, freezing water running down his face and back.

Yuji couldn’t lie to himself for too long. Especially with his dick thinking anytime is the right time. But even so, he didn’t mind this being his life— until it started surrounding his entire whole.

His eyes always avoiding your cleavage when you walked into the cafe. Not that he would look purposefully, but knowing if he did he’d have to hide in the bathroom for at least 30 minutes in shame from the throbbing in his pants.

Always looking up to see if it’s you who just walked in, but putting his head down praying you don’t walk up to his register, his palms sweaty.

Always sweating a bit more than usual when you drag your words, or smile at him a little too long. He didn’t remember crushes being this nerve recking. (He had one or two in middle school.)

Taking his hat off and running his hands through his hair frustrated as he stands over the long sink, he closes his eyes reconsidering his rush to the bathroom, your surprised look as he completely cut you off before you could even order.

Surely you’d just take another register.

Anyway- he wouldn’t dare touch it- not to you. Not at work. He wouldn’t even be able to look you in the eye after.

He was already lucky enough to get your number through a small coincidence, he wasn’t gonna push his luck.

Lightly splashing his face he turns the sink off while clearing his throat. The bathroom was silent, the ambience of small voices and people moving in the back kitchen. Where he should probably be. He stared at himself, hesitant to look down.

Nearly bracing himself for impact, he looked down at his crotch slowly, his eyes squinted.

“Shit..” He whispered with a tone that almost sounded like hatred.

It seems his cock is immune to cold water now.

His eyes run around the bathroom, trying to find a quick resolution, the sink, the air dryer, soap dispenser, his eyes freeze on the paper towe-

No.

He can’t.

Immediately turning his head back to the mirror he sighs in frustration. The throbbing.

He’d just call off today. Right, call off. He’d lie saying he threw up. Or maybe family emergency? Completely zoned out he walks towards the door just to find himself tripping over someone walking in.

“Omph!..oh my gosh- I- I’m so sorry”

Now he isn’t the only one feeling the ache in his pants. He was so needy there was no denying it, it felt amazing.

Lifting his head up his eyes immediately locked onto yours, his heart literally dropping to his ass.

“I-..” the silence was loud, blasting in his ears. (Besides his heart fucking pounding.)

He yells at himself to get up, but all he can do is stare you, his eyes wide, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. The throbbing. His body so heavy on yours.

His hips push into you unwillingly. No. He immediately asks himself what he’s doing.

“Y/N I’m so-“

He immediately whines, realizing you thrusted your hips up, purposely. The smile on your face so angelic yet full on intent.

“You gonna stop there?” You mumble enough for him to hear.

He knew his career at this place was over, a few many places. This is his punishment for thinking he could get away with- anything— even though he seems to be the happiest boy ever, luck has never really been on Yuji’s side.

Next thing you know he’s whining softly, his drool oozing right into your mouth, as he humps you hard and slow.

“This-..is wrong..” he slurs, his bulge oozing through his black uniform pants. Yet he wouldn’t stop.

If he’s ever blushed before this would be the most he ever has. He’s never been so addicted to someone before, and it scared him. He couldn’t blame it on being horny no longer.

“I’m- s-so..sorry” As he continues.

He wasn’t even sure who he was apologizing to, his expensive work attire? You? Himself? Maybe to the people just outside the door.

His black gloves still on, which you notice when u look to the side of your head- won’t be a good look for this store.

He was close, and not surprised. But desperately trying to hold on- slowing his pace or even completely stopping for a few seconds. (did he forget we’re on a public bathroom floor?)

He kept his eyes on you, he wouldn’t dare look away. He was desperate but not dumb, he knew this might be the last time he sees you. You were way out of his league- or so he thought.

His head aches at the thought of it, which is why he tries accepting while nuzzling his cock onto your pussy ;(

But little did Yuji know you weren’t even close to finished with him.

You knew he worked at this cafe before even walking in. You also knew his number, and his apartment address- but that’s not really relevant.

ps; thought of needy employed Yuji thrusting from a looking down POV and gosh I just had to write it down