giving inexperienced Yuji a handjob <3
ąæ puppy!Yuji was average golden retriever hybrid, playful, obedient, and loyal in every way. He loved his new home/owner and wouldnāt give you up for the world, but lately heās been giving off odd behavior and you canāt 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. (Heās still learning to use the potty.)
Rubbing his eyes as you hold his hand, his cheeks pinker than usual, and itās definitely not the potty training causing it.
Or when youāre adjusting your coat, making your leave for work, itās like his body knows, his instincts suddenly making him shamelessly clingy. His body moves on its own, pleading you donāt leave him. Poor Yuji clings to your calve, his cheek mushing onto your thigh as he squats on the ground.
āPlease please.. ma, donāt go.ā
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 itās a drug. Is this what men feel like when leaving for war? You look down genuinely speechless. Until you remember the bills wonāt pay their self.
The icing on the cake is the way heās been literally getting drunk off your forehead kisses. Donāt get me wrong heās loved your praising from the start. His eyes lighting up and the way he smiles to himself realizing he made you proud. Heās 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 heās nearly man handling you.. the grip of his big hands on your hips, youād be dumb not to realize somethingās up.
Oh- and maybe, just maybe his oddly wet boxers you hesitantly pick up when doing laundry day. Relatable.
Youāve been so focused on making sure he feels at home youāve forgotten the most difficult partā mating season. :c
Your mind starts to wander off, why hasnāt he mentioned anything? Does he even know what that is, whatās 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 doesnāt 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.
He had been waiting for you all day but he was never expecting this. He feels so embarrassed you noticed but relieved youāre 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.
You repeat the same stroke a few more times and your palms practically coated in cum. Heās been aching for your touch, and now that he has it heās not even sure he can handle it. He didnāt understand what you were doing to him, but it felt so good. D;
āY-yes?ā 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.
āS-sorry mā sorry..ā
He tries to be quiet, the mess in his boxers squelching.
He wasnāt satisfied. You werenāt 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 heās so dazed youāre 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 heās been dying for it.
He messily kisses back, his inexperience clear, making you realize hybrids donāt really ākissā. 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.
āM-mommy..I- feel weird s-stop..please.ā
He mumbles into your neck- poor baby doesnāt even understand what his dicks been begging for. ;( Why itās been pleading to be stuck inside of you. Why he humps his bed and canāt stop thinking about it being you.
You smile to yourself and go even faster, cum leaking onto the couch down from his thighs.
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.
āDo you feel better?ā
He glances at the mess you made and closes his eyes once more.
ps. he calls you motherly names platonically because heās never had a parental figure <3
(I WAS SO CLOSE TO ADDING PISS TO THIS)
