I wanna share things with my owner sbb ;-; like idk if it’s js me but I wanna share drinks and food .. like when he bites out of it I do, or when he drinks so do I right after him.
puppyboy who is intentionally getting as high as humanly possible so that he can get all soft and stupid and desperate in his owner’s lap. all glassy-eyed and loose, pupils huge, skin hot, whining over nothing, twitching from every little touch. getting clingy and bratty at the same time, nosing under his owner's jaw, grinding down in slow needy little motions, making it painfully obvious what he wants without having to say it. getting so wet he can feel it, thighs shaking, body practically begging to be pinned down and dealt with.
his ftm owner looking at him and instantly getting it. seeing how wrecked he already is, how fucked-out he looks before anything’s even happened, and deciding to make it worse. holding him down, spreading him open, fucking him until he goes even dumber. until the whining turns into helpless crying, until he’s too high and too full to do anything but take it, until every thrust makes him jolt and gush and squirm. fucking the squirt out of him, exactly like he wanted, until he’s trembling and soaked and boneless afterwards, all dazed and happy because getting ruined was the whole point.
I die every time he calls me puppy, I just wanna be so so good for him. I’d get on my hands n knees and I’ll bark till my little puppy throat is sore .. 🐾🐾
𝜗𝜚 your boyfriend, Yuji Itadori, is not-so-secretly a teeny bit of a pervert for you!
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Pervy!Yuji, who’s the best boyfriend you could ever ask for- seriously! He’s no stranger to carrying you in his arms if your ankles start to ache in a pair of heels, and he volunteers to carry your bags if you ever go shopping together. In fact, he gets upset if you don't let him- and when you finally relent, his face cracks open into a boyish, sunny grin that makes you forget why you ever refused him on the first place.
Pervy!Yuji, who thinks you’re the best girlfriend he could ever ask for, too. He’s hopelessly in love with you, following you around like a lost puppy, salmon-pink hair ruffled beneath your hands when he yanks you into a kiss with his strong hands.
That’s another thing about Yuji- he really loves kissing you. The feeling of your soft mouth on his, tongue gently swiping between his lips, is enough to have his mind go fuzzy. But, unfortunately, as the blood flow to his brain short-circuits, it directs to… somewhere else.
Pervy!Yuji, who gets hard just from the feeling of your body being close to his. He really doesn’t mean to, he swears! It’s not his fault you look so good in everything you wear- and it’s definitely not his fault for interrupting your date to go get off in the bathroom because of it.
“Shit-“ he moans breathlessly, hand clamped over his loud mouth while the other snakes between his legs, “shitshitshit- she’s so pretty- hck-“
You’re aimlessly scrolling on your phone by the time Yuji gets back, sliding casually into the booth across from you. “Hey, babe!” He grins toothily, fingers drumming on the table like they weren't wrapped in sticky strings of his own cum three minutes prior.
“Hi, Yu!” You beam, “what took you so long?”
He just laughs awkwardly and scratches the back of his head, eyes refusing to meet yours as his cheeks warm. “Nothing. Long, uh… long queue…” he mutters, gaze dropping automatically to the sliver of cleavage your top affords him with. And then snapping back up before you catch him staring. “The queue, yeah! Yeah. Yes. Uh, what did you order?”
“Yu, we’ve already eaten.” You say, quirking a brow at his flustered expression. “I was waiting for you to get back.”
“Oh. Well in that case-“ he says, voice growing in volume to distract himself from the way your mouth looks as you apply lipgloss, “-shopping?”
Pervy!Yuji, who is still the best boyfriend ever even through the constant distraction of your body in front of him. He reallyyyyy doesn’t mean to, but when you’re giggling and holding onto his bicep, pressing the occasional kiss to his cheek? He’s so far gone he'd laugh at himself if he wasn't trying to keep a pleased moan from slipping out.
“Do you mind holding this one while I change, too?” You say, pouring up at him with sparkling eyes. “It’s hurting my wrist.” You both know the bag isn’t hurting your wrist at all, it only contains a few tops and a new bra that Yuji drooled over in the fitting room.
“Definitely!” He says excitedly, grabbing the handle from your hand and slinging it to join the conglomerate of other bags dangling from his arms. Although, when he peers down, he realises he can see the bra. Which shouldn't be an issue, it's only a piece of fabric, after all, but unfortunately Yuji's dick doesn't seem to think that way.
Pervy!Yuji, who gulps as he peeks into the bag- neatly folded, pretty pink lace with the centre bow just peeking out from behind the receipt. He’s never been so thankful for the oversized paper squares in front of his crotch as he feels his mouth pool with saliva at just the thought of your tits in it- and then his absent mind drifts to what bra you’re wearing now.
“Yuji!” You say, snapping your fingers in front of his face. “Why are you smiling like that?” Taking in the dazzling, slightly dumb grin plastered across his lips, and the blush on his cheekbones, “I’ve been calling your name for at least twenty seconds-“
You sigh. “I’ll just do it myself. Stand behind me so nobody sees.”
“Sees what, babe- oh.”
You bend over right in front of him in the entrance to the fitting room, hand stretching out to grab the tube of lipgloss rolling across the floor after it escaped your pocket.
Pervy!Yuji, who literally almost cries tears of perverted joy when he realises what you’re doing; if he angles his body jusssstttt right, if he crooks his head to the side correctly then-
“Fuck.” He whimpers under his breath, eyes catching on the sight of the panties hugging your ass. He can feel himself harden in his jeans, heat pooling low in his toned abdomen as his throat constricts around a muffled groan.
“Are you seriously staring at my ass, Yu?” You groan, straightening up eye level. He doesn’t even bother lying- the tent in his jeans is evidence enough, even without the blown pupils and embarrassed blush dusting across his nose.
“I don’t think it’s gonna go away.” He mumbles sheepishly, glancing down at his crotch, “not with you here.” You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose, quickly checking the “employee on break!” sign dangling from a nearby rack.
“Fine.”
Pervy!Yuji, who has you gleefully pinned to the wall of a changing room within seconds, the curtain haphazardly yanked to the side to cover up what’s really going on.
“Hah- guess I’m not the only perv here, huh?” He grins lopsidedly, absurdly strong arms holding your thighs around his waist as he rocks into you. “We didn’t even need any prep, babe, that has to be a first, like, scientifically-“
“Shut up, Yu.” You whinge, soaked cunt fluttering around him. You can’t lie to yourself- seeing him so needy really does make you wet, slick shining on your boyfriend’s pelvis.
He’s so big it’s staggering; rosy tip leaking beady drops of pre and his size stretching you out. Pervy!Yuji looks down in lovestruck awe, pink hair flopping down loosely into his eyes.
“Woahhhh,” he remarks, breath hitching between little whines, “you’re so- so-“
“Full?” You offer breathlessly, your hips struggling to keep a steady rhythm of grinding down. It’s a low blow, you’re aware- Yuji never lasts long when you talk to him during sex, something about your voice sending little sparks down his spine.
“Fuck!” He moans into your mouth, “fuck, babe, I’ve told you not to speak like that if you want me to last-!”
“I don’t- mmfh- I don’t want you to last.” Your lips tremble against his, back arching as your fingers interlock behind his neck, “I want you to cum.”
Yuji shudders, body straining with the effort it’s taking to not wrangle you straight to the dubiously greying floor and bury his face between your plush thighs. “Really?”
You brush a lock of pink from his sweaty face, his skin clammy as he overheats below the hoodie he left on to be quicker. Yuji’s eyes are drawn to the gap between your legs again, at the way his fingers swipe through the gloss piling up at his base and cram into your mouth.
It's filthy at best- dribbles of sparkling saliva and glittery trails of your own slick slip from your mouth, tangling together as you gaze up at your boyfriend through heavy eyelashes. "Mmfh!" The noise serves to do nothing but make Yuji impossible harder inside you, his hips redoubling their eager efforts to have you soak him more than you already are.
"You feel so good," he moans, "been thinking about this since lunch- hey, did you know I had to go to the bathroom to jerk off?" Your eyes widen- so that's why he was so flushed!
Gasping in surprise, the noise gets muffled by the two fingers prodding at your forcibly flattened tongue. Yuji beams innocently- if you could only see his face, maybe you wouldn’t suspect he was buried fully into your cunt; his expression is nothing short of sunny, his lips lopsidedly smiling.
"Yeah," he continues shakily, "yeah, I came all over my hand and everything, babe, and all I could think about is how much I wished you were there with me-"
Well, despite everything, he's still your Yuji. He's still sweet, even with his hand shoved into his underwear as he ruts into his fist in the bathroom. It makes your heart do something stupid inside your chest.
“C’mon,” he coaxes, desperation just prevalent in his tone to make you whine, “c’monnnn, need to see you first.”
The whites of your eyes flicker into view as you cum, clamping down around Yuji’s cock hard enough for it to knock the air out of his lungs. "Ohmygod," he breathes, "fuck, fuck I can feel you doing that around me- oh-" His hips stutter and jolt, finally coming to rest as white spills over your fluttering insides.
Pervy!Yuji grinds his hips in slow circles to let you come down from your high, weakly tucking himself away and making sure you can stand on achy legs. You groan as you wriggle your ruined panties back into place, the offending lipgloss from before tucked safely into your pocket.
Yuji just grins with renewed energy, scooping the piles of dropped bags from the floor like he isn’t dripping down your thighs.
“I’m never wearing a skirt around you again.” You grumble, throat sore and your tongue still coated with the taste of your own slick as you tuck your arm around his to leave. “Pervert.”
Yuji beams.
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a/n: first time writing for Yuji kinda nervy.. + ty to @kissthesword for this idea even if it took me so long to get around to LMAO
being called "dumb" turns me on so much..... but not in a "you're genuinely an idiot" way, more of a "aww baby, your brain just turns off when your needy, huh? you can't even make proper sentences. you're so cute and pathetic, my little dumb pet" way
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