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Thank fuck it’s a Friday.
With tired eyes and a soul that’s desperate to plop onto bed and admittedly too lazy to care about brushing your teeth or taking a shower after a long day at the university and a strenuous leg day at the gym with your bestie and classmate Yuji, you drag yourself up the stairs to your apartment door as slowly as you can without falling due to your tired and wobbly legs.
You’re a fairly simple guy, a young man working towards his Bachelor’s Degree in Education at Tokyo University, you have… one friend that you do everything with, including studying, gaming, hanging out, and working out, and you study your ass off so that you can relish in the scholarship safety net and not ask your father for money. Again, all in all, your typical guy.
And as this typical guy walks up to the door that’ll lead you to comfort, warmth, and faint city noises that act as a lullaby for you, you plant your face on the door and sigh.
“For fuck’s sake, I’m not doing ANYMORE late-night study seshs and gym seshs with Yuji for now, my ass is done and tired.” With your face still pressed to the cool surface that provides solace on a hot night like this, you reach around for the key in your pocket, open the door, turn the knob, and forget to stop leaning on the door, which results in you falling face-first onto the floor.
BAM
“AAH- GOD FUCKING DAMN… hmm, shit, actually that feels cold and nice…”
Lazily kicking the door shut while you still lie on the floor, you’re tempted to just lie down on the floor of your air-conditioned apartment, fall asleep, and repeat another draining day. Don’t get it twisted, you DO enjoy your life, after all, you’re working towards your dream, you were lucky enough to get into the school of your dreams and get a good scholarship, and your father was gracious enough to pay for your rent at this decent enough apartment in the city. Shit’s good, it’s just damn tiring, and sometimes you just want to hide under your blankets all day, play video games and watch anime for hours, and jerk your thick cock off to the buff, sexy, delicious, and juicy guys from said anime and games… Arataki Itto, Komano Manato, Bakugou Katsuki, and Bryce Callahan, fuck, the generations of seed you’ve splurted because of them…♡
Unfortunately, those are luxuries that you can only enjoy during breaks and the slow periods of the semester. It sucks absolute dick, but good grades and a sexy body don’t come from nowhere after all, though that obviously would be nice.
Anyways, as you stretch on the floor like a cat, you feel a sheet of paper graze your arm and don't think much of it…
“Wait, hold on, I hate paper and I love trees and I try to act like an environmentalistic tree hugger and pretend like I’m helping the world’s forests by doing the bare minimum and not using paper as much as possible, why the fuck is there a sheet of paper on my floor-”
You mindlessly and deliriously ramble in confusion, and you grab the sheet of paper and try to read what it says in the dark… to no avail.
“God fucking damn it, alright, I know I’m blind as fuck but c’mon now…” You say this in the moment, not being aware that you aren’t blind and not being able to read in the dark is… a fairly normal thing.
You crawl onto your bed and flick the light switch decorated with Bakugou stickers next to your bed so you can finally see what this ever mysterious and elusive and suspiciously pink paper says, and… oh damn, that’s not good.
“So, this thing says… Notice of Immediate Eviction, yeah?” Yeah, alright, you can deal with this tomorrow, you’re a sleepy boyo, and you could use some shut-eye before dealing with your upcoming eviction …hmm … wait a minute… upon further thought, that means…
“BRUH WHAT? WAIT… BITCH WHAT!?”
You haphazardly grab the paper with shaky and urgent hands and make sure you weren’t just seeing things because you’re delirious and hallucinating from sleep deprivation.
“Fuck… I only have 2 weeks before I’m getting evicted? For WHAT?!? This makes no fucking sense and that’s saying a lot considering my only friend is Yuji and he barely ever makes sense… wait… YUJI!”
With teary eyes, quickening huffs and puffs, and trembling fingers, you quickly grab your phone and send a text to the only person you can rely on right now (If you called your dad, you’d both start screaming and crying, and to be honest, you want to be the only one doing that right now), which is Yuji… now that you think about that isn’t exactly giving you much relief at all or calming your quickly racing heart.
📲💗
me: help
me: pls
me: im going to cry
stupid: it hasnt even been an hour since we said bye at the gym what the fuck do u want 🙄
stupid: miss me alr? 😉
stupid: baby~ just say that, i’ll come to u any time of the day 💗
me: im not jkinh
me: *jking
me: *JOKING FUCK STUPID ASS BITCH
stupid: lmao
stupid: babe im not joking either ill come over and love u real good so u dont have to cry hmm? <3 ;) :3
“T-this fucking dumbass!” In frustration, you hastily press the voice message button and give Yuji some deliberate and meaningful words of choice.
“Y-you’re a fucking bitch. Help… please. D-dumbass whore.” Definitely not graceful, sure, but it should get the gravity of your dire situation across… even if you’re not saying why you need help or why you’re crying and sniffling in the voice message, which Yuji could certainly use and appreciate, but you’re under a lot of stress, you can cut yourself some slack.
Voice message sent to stupid.
stupid: … ur joking right?
stupid: fuck u never send voice messages ur definitely being fr
stupid: Babe, are you okay? Is there actually something wrong? Sorry for joking around, just let me know how I can help. I’m getting worried.
me: just come here fast please im rlly scared
stupid: Of course. I was actually chilling at the boba joint next to your place after we said goodbye, so I’m fairly close. Before I head over, want me to get you your favourite drink? I think you could use a sweet treat.
me: … yes pls
stupid: Your regular order, yeah? Milky cookies and cream with extra Oreo crumble, extra whipped cream, 100% sugar, no tapioca pearls, coconut jelly, and white chocolate sauce drizzled all over?
me: r u trying to make me feel fat when im alr crying?
me: i fucking h8 u
stupid: of course not babyboy i js know u so well besides i know ur body veryyyyyy well with the way my arms r always hugging ur tight cute waist ;3
me: ok ok ok js come here okay? and ty for the drink i rlly need it and u
stupid: Of course, M.C. You know that if you need me, I’ll always be there for you. Give me 10 minutes, and I’ll be there soon.
me: ok see u soon
me: wait did we not just finish working out why were u getting boba?
stupid: See you soon, bye!
📲💗
With that, Yuji is done with the conversation, and you find yourself snickering while sniffling and shaking your head before tossing your phone on the bed and crumpling the stupid little paper that caused so much anguish and despair to your tired soul. At least, since Yuji is coming, you won’t have to cry yourself to sleep and feel afraid. Yuji’s unserious behaviour mixed with his caring side, as much as you hate to admit it, always easily helped calm your nerves, and the least you can do is clean the room a bit and shower off the grime and sweat from your body and hair before your bestie comes over.
Upon hearing the door being opened, you rushed over so you could see your bestie’s handsome face and that man’s delicious signature combo of a juicy chest and broad shoulders and then run into his arms for a much-needed hug.
Yuji expected this in advance, evident by your boba being placed strategically on the ground, so he could brace for the impact of a distraught guy who was in need of comfort and wrap his arms around you.
Breathing in the scent of your freshly washed hair, Yuji relishes the familiar scent. Pantene Smooth and Sleek, a sweet fragrance that he associates with his bestie. He keeps you snug and secure in one arm as he expertly grabs the boba on the ground with the other, shuts the door with a kick, and walks you both to the living room table, all while you're smooshing your face to Yuji’s broad chest, his scent decorated with the masculine sweat and musk from your earlier gym sesh.
“Fuck, babe, it’s barely been an hour and you’re already crying and telling me how much you need me… c’mon, admit you want me to move in already~” Yuji jokes as he sits you both down on your apartment floor onto the plush, dark green carpet. Unfortunately, Yuji is unaware of how that joke stabbed you in the heart. However, after calming down in the shower, you remember that Yuji likes to joke and goof around to cheer you up.
The overall decor and aesthetic of your apartment is one that you curated to suit your fairly unique tastes, meaning that there are photos and figurines of handsome and sexy fictional men, Pokémon plushies, PLAVE posters, and Stardew Valley merch scattered throughout the place. You also blocked out most of the sunlight and city lights from entering your room with the magic of blackout curtains. You prefer the dark and the warm, soft lighting provided by the fairy lights and the lamps. Yuji thought you were a vampire, and while he certainly initially thought you were an extremely weird guy (he still thinks this, by the way), he ended up finding comfort in this little mancave filled with… unique interests.
Yuji quickly moves the curtains to the side, knowing you could use some fresh air and the soft glow of the city lights. With a strong arm wrapped around your shoulders, Yuji stays silent as he lets his bestie sip on his drink and sort through his thoughts before starting any conversation. To remind you that he’s there, he gently strokes your cheek and kisses the top of your head. These are intimate gestures that allow you to melt into your bestie’s chest as you sit on the floor and lean on the foot of the couch. You feel safe and reassured and can’t help but feel like your problems were never that big of a deal… even if they kind of are.
To anyone else, they could easily believe that these two men are in a loving relationship, that you are romantically involved, especially when taking into account the skinship, the name-calling, and the intimate dynamic you have. But for you two, your relationship is purely platonic but very loving. Though the misunderstanding is totally expected and understandable, you always saw each other as the other’s closest friend and confidant, but the line had certainly gotten blurry between romantic and platonic. It’s a dynamic that only you two understand, and you just make it work. Yuji acts like a loving boyfriend who’s ready to love, comfort, tease, and dote on his boyfriend, and you found yourself accepting of it and found satisfaction and peace from your friendship. This friendship is too valuable and important to even risk with feelings; you both know that.
Though you only met two years ago after starting university, Itadori Yuji, the strong, popular, and handsome heartthrob of the Education department and you, the fairly average but not lacking in the face and body department dorky guy in the same department found yourselves becoming besties after being randomly paired together for a project in your first year and you stayed close ever since. Though you both certainly come from different worlds and fit in with different people, your trust couldn’t be broken even if Yuji’s friend group from first year tried to dissuade him from associating with a mundane dork (After Yuji told you what they called you, you simply said “Did they lie, though?”), said group he ended up cutting ties with and ended up finding a nicer popular crowd to hang out with.
With his curiosity having gotten stronger and stronger ever since your concerning texts, Yuji can’t help but finally break the silence with a soft pinch to your cheek and a snicker.
“Now, as much as I love watching your adorable face chew on some coconut jelly, you had me worried, M.C.” He softly grips your chin and makes you look him in the eye. “I know it’s bad because you don’t exactly crash out via voice message like that, I just don’t know how bad it is, so… satisfy a man’s worried heart?”
With your drink finished, you set it down on your little mahogany table and pull out a crumpled piece of pink paper from the pocket of your large gray Under Armour hoodie.
Yuji notes that that’s his hoodie that he left here months ago, but he refrains from saying anything… for now.
“Mmm, before that, I really want to say sorry to you, Yuji. Sure, I’m tired and distraught, but you didn’t deserve to be called a bitch and a whore…” You pause before clearing your throat, “Uh, as I’m saying this out loud, I’m realizing how unserious it sounds, but I do mean it. I’m really sorry, and thank you for coming here so fast.” You hug Yuji appreciatively.
With a chuckle, Yuji reciprocates the gesture with a smile and hugs your waist nice and snug. “Forgiven and forgotten, babe. I understand and thank you for thinking about my feelings.”
You both pull away with soft smiles etched onto your faces before you have to drop the news to Yuji and hand him the pink paper. “I could try talking about it, but I’d much prefer not breaking down into tears again… this will tell you everything you need to know.”
Yuji raises his eyebrows before taking the paper from your hands and props his elbows on the table to read it.
“Alright then. Let’s see here. Notice of Immediate Eviction… ok, wait, holy fuck. I’m gonna finish reading, but holy fuck.” His grip on the paper tightens, his knuckles white and his voice firmer and deeper with confusion. “Hello, M.C. With a regretful heart but firm confirmation, we are writing to inform you of the termination of your lease for apartment suite 213. Our reasons for your eviction are not due to problems specific to you; rather, we have concerns with the building’s condition in terms of safety and location. As stated in the contract on section- oh, blah blah BULL-FUCKING-SHIT!”
Yuji, understandably, is so enraged on your behalf that he throws the paper across the room with it comedically landing in the trash bin, and before you can be impressed, your angry friend gently grabs one of your hands with one of his own and strokes your cheek with the other.
“Oh, baby… now I understand why you were upset. This is fucking insane, and it’s utter bullshit. I’m so sorry, M.C. You don’t deserve this…” He speaks softly, a contrast to his previously angry voice, but it still retains that stern deepness that you find comfort in.
Leaning into your friend’s warm hand on your face, you find that you can talk and process the situation this time without crying onto the floor.
“Right?… It’s utter bullshit. Who knows, maybe they wanna raise the rent and are kicking me out because I made my financial situation very transparent. My dad would be okay with it, but I don’t want to have him pay more; the thought alone breaks my heart.” You won’t sob, but tears already begin to form.
“What makes this worse is that we are literally mid-semester, Yuji. I really don’t need apartment hunting to accompany studying, homework, and oh, I don’t know, trying to have a life outside of school? We literally have a test on Monday, oh fuck, Yuji, we have a test on Monday! What the fuck do I-”
Before you can further yap and crash out again, Yuji shushes you. “Stop right there, cutie. First of all, the test got pushed back. Maybe you should unblock our teacher’s emails? Second of all,” He pauses and snickers at your behaviour before continuing. “I hate that this is happening to you, and trust me, I know that we will find a way through this.”
Yuji’s determined tone sounds very assuring to you, and you can’t help but comment on it.
“Someone sounds very sure… mind saying more?”
Yuji snickers and places your head on his shoulder. “Oh, baby, trust me a little? I just know~ that we will find a way to fix this little problem. I am aware that we are mere university students with no power and a modest amount of money between the two of us, and we can’t fight a contract, but trust and believe, it’ll all be fine. So stop worrying that beautiful and adorable face of yours, yeah?”
You can’t help but surrender to your friend’s determination and merely sigh and nuzzle your face into the warm shoulder you’re resting on. “C’mon, Yuji, you know that’s way easier said than done.” You tap your fingers on the wooden table. “Reality is, I have 3 days to find a new place before I have to live on the streets and eat from scraps of fish bones with the stray cats. Trying not to worry is a bit hard to say the least.”
Yuji simply smirks and chuckles as he rubs circles on your back. You’re unaware of his smirk and what it could mean. It’s knowing, mischievous, and calm, like he has information, but he withholds it from you for now…
Especially since an amazing idea just popped into his head.
Eyes gleaming with intention, he gives you a few more seconds of silence before he traces a straight line from the center of your spine up to the base of your neck with his rough and calloused fingers, with the softness of an artist not wanting to ruin his piece.
“You got me there…” He lowers his voice and draws shapes on your neck as he speaks. “I can’t imagine how stressed, worried, and tense you must be feeling, body and mind. I hate to see you like this.” He whines into your hair as he nuzzles into it.
You aren’t immune to the shivers that crawl throughout your skin from the traces of Yuji’s fingers and the low timbre of his voice, but for you, after a busy day and a treacherous night, you can’t help but relish in the feelings. “Oh, believe me, it’s fucking terrifying and my mind is filled with noise… but, with you here, it feels like everything is alright.”
Yuji smiles warmly, feeling fuzzy in his chest, knowing that, despite everything, at least he can bring you even a trace of comfort and peace.
But he is a man with a plan mixed with noble intentions and ulterior motives, and he wants to give you so, so much more tonight after what has transpired. With darkened eyes, the pink-haired man brings his lips close to your left ear.
“Everything is alright, babe.” His voice isn’t a whisper yet. “With me here, your worries don’t exist…” But soon enough… “If you want… how about I give something else to think about? Something else to feel?” His whispers, rich with husk and depth, spread goosebumps across your skin.
Through your first few years of being classmates and close friends with Yuji, you catch on easily to the other man’s intentions, and it’s just so very classically Yuji of him. He can be so caring, but if he’s ever able to kill two birds with one stone, he’ll do so, and you can’t help but fall prey to his advances every time.
…Not that you ever tried to resist.
“O-oh, I wonder what you could possibly have in mind…” You roll your eyes exasperatedly, but Yuji spots the shy smile on your face. “You didn’t want me to cry to sleep, so you figured railing me to sleep would be a better idea? Figured we should break my bed before I leave this place?”
Letting his other hand trace the skin of your inner thigh, and after stopping just before the gradually rising tent in your shorts, he sneaks his hand under the fabric. “Doesn’t sound like a bad idea, does it?” With his hand that was on your neck, he uses it to make you look into his light-brown eyes, his lascivious leer mischievous, kind, and lewd. “Your mind does tend to go blank when I’m jackhammering your ass with my cock~ And the way you sleep like an angel after moaning like a bitch, scratching my back, and cumming all over our chests… I think some backbreaking sex is exactly what you need…” He finishes his dirty words with a teasing kiss to your cheek.
The vulgar words that come from your friend’s mouth make your body feel hot, and you can feel your palms sweating, your breath growing unsteady. When Yuji gets into that deliciously dark and seductive groove, the only thing you can do is let Yuji take the reins and enjoy the ride.
Alongside your romantically platonic dynamic, …yeah, you’re also friends with benefits. The story is fairly simple, one could say. During your freshman year, you got your heart broken by another guy with whom you had been going out for a few months. The break-up was fairly chaotic and abrupt, with your ex-boyfriend telling you you weren’t doing enough for the relationship and was too occupied with school… which, ok, fair enough, but you were still heartbroken and distraught and called Yuji with tears in your eyes… some things never change.
Upon opening your front door, Yuji was greeted with arms throwing themselves around him and a poor guy crying tears on his shirt… again, some things never change. After some comforting, venting, and accepting, you found yourself asking Yuji to make you forget the pain in your heart. You didn’t know what you were asking for, but when Yuji kissed your lips with fervour and intention, you didn’t want anything else and eagerly reciprocated.
What followed was a never-ending night full of your moans, Yuji’s groans, scratches and bruises all over each other’s bodies, and your couch, living room table, and bedsheets defiled with sweat, cum, and saliva. As you both collapsed onto your bed panting like parched men in the desert with the light of the sunrise sneaking barely through the curtains, you both couldn’t help but laugh at the aftermath. Your bodies were decorated with marks, bruises, dried cum, and messy hair; you both were an absolute mess.
After some laughs, Yuji cheekily asked, “So… ahem… would you say you’re over him now?” To which you responded with a kiss to Yuji’s lips and said, “Well, now I can’t get over the fact that we didn’t do this sooner…” You both passed out on your bed after, exhausted and fucked out. Ever since then, you’ve both relied on each other when the other was tired, horny obviously, or very distraught, like now. Your sexual chemistry was off the charts, and considering you were already close friends… it was a good arrangement you had.
Just like tonight, a very chaotic and stressful time in your life, Yuji uses his classic method of comforting you with wholesome snuggles, kind words, and sweet treats, and then following suit with teasing touches, warm whispers, and lewd words that make your heart race and your cock harden and leak.
“Yuji… c-c’mon… one would think that after a day of school, working out, and making sure I don’t kill myself, we’d just wanna pass out on my bed and call it a night…” You close your eyes and face your chin up to the ceiling as Yuji’s big hands sneak under your shorts and hoodie, and he plants slow and hot kisses across your throat.
With his one hand resting in the warm space between your shorts and boxers, Yuji’s index finger naughtily swirls around your tip, swiftly making you arch your back and moan softly. As Yuji plays with your tip, he can feel his finger get slightly damp and sticky while his other hand, which crept under the hoodie, flicks one of your nipples, letting his nail scratch against it for a tougher sensation. “M.C., you’re right… I’m so insensitive for forgetting how utterly exhausted you must be…” With a firm pinch to your nipple and a bite to the helix of your ear, he adds, “Let’s say I end things here, tuck you under the covers, and put you to sleep? Hmm?”
As Yuji slowly begins to retreat his hands and mouth from your body, you act on instinct and lust and straddle Yuji’s lap in a desperate attempt to continue feeling Yuji’s sinful touches. You wrap your arms loosely around the pink-haired man’s broad and muscular shoulders and rest your forehead on Yuji’s. “Yuji… I never said no or told you to stop… did I? You started this, so fucking finish it.” You softly kiss Yuji’s slightly chapped lips. He closed his eyes and quietly groaned in satisfaction as you kissed him, and he reciprocated at a slow and seductive pace before you pulled away to look at him with yearning eyes. “Please… make me forget…”
Upon hearing his friend’s soft plea, all Yuji can do is chuckle deeply with affection and get a firm grip on your hips, and settle you into a snug fit, letting your ass meet with the hot and throbbing bulge in Yuji’s gray Adidas sweatpants.
The warm and rough friction makes Yuji close his eyes in pleasure, and he groans and grips your hips tighter and lightly bucks his strong hips upwards, grinding his thick cock into your ass. “Oh, fuck, baby… Don’t worry, when I’m done with you, you’ll forget your fucking name…” His right hand travels to your ass, and he opens it up completely to grasp one of the plump globes in his hand, relishing how the soft and bouncy yet firm flesh feels, softly squeezing. “I’m gonna fuck the life out of you… I’m gonna fuck your voice out of you… I’ll wreck your fucking ass ‘til your body goes completely numb and limp from the sensations and pleasure… sound good, babe ?”
He closes his vulgar and debaucherous soliloquy with a firm SPANK to your ass. When Yuji is in the bedroom, he doesn’t hold back, and he puts his strength and muscles to use. The slap resonates throughout the apartment suite, and you let out a shout tinged with shock and pleasure, and Yuji looks at your face with dark eyes.
“A-ah! Fuck! Y-Yuji…” The message conveyed through Yuji’s eyes and the lingering pain from the slap tell you what you can expect tonight, and honestly, you want nothing more. With your arms still wrapped around Yuji’s shoulders, you rest one hand in his soft pink hair and stroke his head. “Yes… fuck, yes please… I need you…” You grind your ass slowly but firmly on Yuji’s clothed erection, and Yuji moans and thrusts his hips upwards to meet your hips. “Give me that fat fucking cock and fuck my brains out~” You reciprocate Yuji’s dirty act with some naughty words of your own, for the sake of Yuji’s enjoyment as well.
And, oh, does it work. Yuji's mouth turned upwards into a lewd smirk with seductive eyes; that was all he needed to hear from his friend. You needed him; if your words didn’t make that clear, your slow grind, gradually speeding up, certainly did.
“Shit… god fucking damn it…” The friction on his cock is fucking delicious, and he relishes the feeling of this sexual dance and the sound of the soft and fast exhales coming from you, but he knows that you both need more. Mustering what strength he can, he slowly stands up, lifting both of your bodies so you can both stand on your feet. The grinding ends to the chagrin of you both, but Yuji plans to bring even better sensations.
“You want this dick?” He wraps his arms around your waist. “I’ll give you this fucking dick, baby…” He walks you both slowly to the bed. “Your ass is fucking mine tonight.”
With that, he seals your lips with a hot and sinful kiss, and the night truly begins.
The slow and intimate walk to your bed that Yuji intended quickly fell apart and turned into a hot and messy make-out session filled with moans, whimpers, and snickers; you’re but a pair of horny young men after all, when aren’t your hormones forcing your primal desires to the forefront?
As you make out, Yuji shoves his tongue down your throat, he savours the sweet taste of cookies and cream and coconut jelly lingering in your mouth, and likewise, you can faintly taste traces of honeydew in Yuji’s mouth, resulting in both of you savouring each other’s flavour as you kiss. It isn’t romantic nor is it particularly graceful; in fact, it’s absolutely filthy and naughty, but in this moment, that’s perfect for you two.
The journey to your bed is slow, but it’s nothing short of messy and fun. Yuji is in the zone, and he works fast, savagely tearing his gray hoodie off of you, his eyes feasting on the delicious view of your torso and lean form. His eyes glaze over your torso, his thick cock throbbing in his gray sweatpants and getting sticky as fuck in his boxers from the intense arousal he feels looking at your body. The flawless and smooth skin, your lean muscles, which he knows you worked hard for in the gym, your slim waist, carved by the gods themselves, and your cute and perky nipples that Yuji has spent many nights flicking and sucking on. He can’t help but look up to the ceiling and hiss through his teeth from the sheer amount of arousal flowing through his body and the blood down to his pulsing length. “Fucking hell, babe, you’re so fucking sexy…” With that, he resumes the kiss, missing the warmth and slickness of your mouth.
If there is something Yuji is good at, it’s making you feel secure and sexy in your skin with the way he speaks of your body and how he touches you, rough or soft. You let out moans that only spur Yuji on further, driving the man to push you roughly down onto your soft bed. You land with a soft huff, and you prop yourself on your elbows to look up at the man staring at your body from above with the gaze of a starved predator. With no words, he flicks the light switch next to the bed off, allowing the darkness of the night to engulf the room, intimately illuminating it with the lights of the Tokyo cityscape. At this moment, it’s just two of you: the glow of the city, the gentle breeze coming from the window, and the ambience of Tokyo’s nightlife. You look in each other’s eyes in anticipation, this moment feeling like the calm before the hurricane.
Until Yuji can’t handle it anymore.
Slowly, he peels his white compression shirt off his body, gradually showing more and more of his chiselled physique to you. It must be intentional; he had no problem ripping your top off, but this? He knows what he’s doing; he’s giving you a show because he knows his body is an arousing masterpiece—a statue of his own creation and hard work. What you see first is a chiselled and smooth set of six-pack abs, a testament to the man’s dedication to training. Next, as the shirt rises higher, Yuji’s firm and full chest is revealed. Yuji is a self-proclaimed push-up addict, and his pecs are living proof of that title. Finally, he tugs the shirt over his head, revealing those broad and colossal shoulders that speak to how much of a man he is. As he drops the shirt to the floor, he closes his eyes and raises his chin to the ceiling and breathes in… and breathes out, flexing his body in the process. The city lights touch his body in a way that makes him look captivating and otherworldly, his muscles looking detailed and defined in this light.
It’s all a deliberate act to make you revert to your most primal state, a thirsty beast who needs this man to brutalize your ass.
“Yuji… Yuji~... Please, I can’t handle this anymore.” You plead quietly, feeling submissive under Yuji’s domineering gaze that landed on you as he spoke. “I fucking need you.” You look up to your friend with pleading eyes, darkened by the seduced trance you’re in.
Those eyes and words set Yuji off, and he moves forward to you, lying on the bed like a meal waiting to be devoured. He gets his hands on your shorts and pulls them down and throws them to the floor. He sees the throbbing erection in your black briefs, and the hungry look in his eyes intensifies even further. With a shaky exhale and impatience, he dips his face into your bulge and inhales deeply. “Ah… fuck yeah… god fucking damn it…!” The smell of your fresh arousal mixed with the scent of your body wash enters his nose, and he almost rolls his eyes back at the sweet scent mixed with pure male arousal. “Hah…” Yuji knows that scent, Nivea Soft Shower Cream… he always smells it on you when you have sex, and he sees the bottle when you have sex in the shower. The soft and subtle scent is further concentrated in your hot bulge, where it intertwines with your natural scent and the stream of sticky and clear pre-cum coating your cock in your underwear, and he unashamedly breathes in and out countless times. It’s an intoxicating, enchanting aroma that drives Yuji even more mad and primal.
Acting on instinct alone, he pushes his face down and sucks and licks your clothed tip like a man starved, thirsty, and mad with his hands gripping your hips, not allowing you the freedom to move even if you wanted to. All that matters to him is savouring that flavour unique to you while also teasing you slightly more. He flicks his tongue quickly on the tip, getting loud and desperate whines out of you, a sign that he’s doing things devilishly right. To amp things up even further, he grabs your hard cock and presses his tongue firmly on your clothed slit, his body absolutely burning inside from the feeling of you throbbing in his hand and against his tongue.
You’re suffering in the most blissful and pleasurable way possible. Yuji’s on his knees in front of you, his feral and hungry demeanour, the way his tongue is expertly flicking your cock, and the firm grip on your hips and cock making your mind go blank. Your legs are trembling desperately, your feet tiptoeing on the floor, and your back arching as much as it can, with your hips being forced against the mattress. “A- Aahhhh~!… Ha… oh my God! Yuji, that-“ An incomprehensible moan interrupts your ramble. The front of your underwear is soaking wet, drenched in pre-cum and saliva. It’s a mess, all of Yuji’s doing.
Desperate for more, Yuji pulls his mouth away from your bulge and stares at his dirty work. The black underwear sticks to your skin with how slick and sticky they’ve gotten, and the pink tip of your cock is peaking out of the waistband, precum flowing out lewdly and tantalizingly. Saliva glides down Yuji’s chin with how messy he got down there, it’s a pornographic look painting him in a manly and beastly light.
Fuck… you need more. Now.
With trembling legs, you look at your drenched underwear and plead. “Yuji… take them off… please. I want more.” As much as you can with Yuji’s hands planted on your hips, you close your legs, wanting to make it easier for him to take them off.
The submissive sight burns into Yuji’s mind, and he’s more than happy to follow suit with your plea. “Fuck yeah, babe.” He grabs the waistband and gently pulls the drenched briefs slowly down your legs, not wanting to accidentally hurt your cock. Successful in his task, he holds your underwear in his hand… and he’s far beyond feeling any shame. He stands back up and shoves it in his face, breathing in the scent of your arousal and indulging in the warm and sticky feeling of your pre-cum on his face. He even licks the inside of the garment, savouring your flavour, and lets out a deep groan, filled with arousal and satisfaction. The act is downright fucking perverted and vile. It’s debaucherous, it’s sinful, and he should be embarrassed by being reduced to a beast such as this.
But he’s beyond caring… and you’re aroused even more by the sight. You can see Yuji’s huge bulge throbbing in his grey sweatpants, even more prominent as the man stands and juts his hips slightly forward, face up to the ceiling with his eyes closed, lost in a trance from your taste and scent. In the city's light glow, it’s almost artistic, seeing this man in such a blatantly horny state. You can faintly see a dark patch where Yuji’s tip is, a testament to how turned on he is.
Satisfied but eager for more, Yuji drops your underwear to the floor. You both hold eye contact for a brief moment in the dark room; your eyes conveying yearning, and Yuji’s conveying hunger.
Yuji’s hands grab the waistband of his pants, and as eager as he is to rip off his clothes and pounce on you, he knows what this little show is doing to you, if the way your sticky cock bounces in excitement and anticipation is anything to go by. He slowly tugs his pants down his legs, his shoulders flexing tantalizingly as he bends down. He kicks them and his socks off his feet, leaving him in a form-fitting pair of white Calvin Klein boxers, reminiscent of Mark Wahlberg circa 1992. The white boxers leave little to the imagination, tightened even more by Yuji’s huge, throbbing erection at the front pouch and his ass, full, firm, and strong.
With his thumbs sneaking under the waistband, he asks in a deep murmur, “M.C., you ready?”
To which you reply with a softly desperate, “Please…”
Upon hearing your soft plea, Yuji pulls his boxers down to the floor, allowing his thick, lengthy cock to spring out and slap lewdly on his abs, leaving behind a thick splotch of pre-cum there. His cut cock is one that many men can only dream of having, often getting him many stares in the locker room. At full mast, it’s 10 inches long, stands straight and strong, and is thick, heavy, and girthy to the point that it weighs down from the heaviness. Accompanied by a dark pink bush, it’s a sight that leaves you salivating like a starving man. His cock throbs heavily, clear strings of pre-cum pooling onto the wooden floor.
“What do you want me to do, baby…?” He moves forward, pushes you back onto the mattress, and places his hands near both sides of your head. You’re trapped, your friend above you like a predator about to tear into a piece of meat. “This is all for you after all…” He moves his face down to your right ear and whispers roughly, “But I’m not being gentle… I don’t think you need that tonight.”
The warm proximity, the view of Yuji’s muscle flexing above him, and his words make your cock twitch and fuck… Yuji’s right. You like gentle intimacy; you like having your fingers laced together with another, you like a slow, romantic pace, and you love when words of affection blended with lust are whispered lewdly into your ears. But tonight? You want to forget everything, even briefly. Even if only for a brief moment…
Soft hands and sweet words won’t work tonight.
Reciprocating Yuji’s hunger, you embrace Yuji’s head with your arms, bring your faces close together, and softly grip Yuji’s pink hair. “Wreck my fucking shit, ba~be…” Your taunt was a warm whisper on Yuji’s skin, playful and intentional. You know what type of reaction you’re gonna get from Yuji, and you need it.
Not one liking to be taunted with or losing dominance and control in the bedroom, a switch flips inside of him, and a dark growl can faintly be heard from Yuji. “Fucking bitch.” He removes his arms from your head and stands on his knees, looking down at you with defiant eyes, his cock throbbing pornographically above your stomach. “You think I’m gonna let you talk to me like that?” He gets off to stand at the side of the bed, places two hands under your shoulder and thigh and flips you onto your front with ease and a good flex of his arms and back. “Nah, I’m gonna make sure the only thing you can do is scream and moan.”
You gasp from the quick and rough movement; Yuji’s strength never fails to make your heart jump and race. You land on the mattress on your cheek, and you can see Yuji hastily opening your bedside drawer and grabbing a familiar little white bottle. That goddamn bottle of vanilla-flavoured lube that you were dared to buy after losing a game of Smash Bros., you know Yuji thanks his past self for such a malicious and useful dare, seeing your embarrassed face while purchasing the lube and then using it when you fuck… two birds with one stone.
You close your eyes in anticipation, and you hear Yuji as he flicks the almost-empty bottle open and pours the lube onto his right hand. You hone in on the sticky sounds of Yuji flexing his fingers, ensuring his fingers are slick and ready to work.
He looms over your eager body, planting his left foot on the floor for support, his lubed hand travelling down a straight line over the attractive curve of your ass. He leans his face down to your ass and plants a tender kiss on one of the smooth cheeks. “Mmm… heh.” He hums deeply in satisfaction before letting out a dark chuckle before…
SMACK
“A-AAH!” With eyes wide open, you let out a yelp of surprise from the tingling pain of Yuji smacking your ass, skin-to-skin. The pain sends shivers throughout your body, but it leaves your racing heart wanting more. The slap left a lubed-up, red handprint on your right ass cheek, the sight making Yuji’s cock twitch. “God… that’s sexy as fuck…” He once more kisses the now tingling, red globe. “My bad, babe… not my fault I don’t know how to act around your lil’ bubble butt~” He teases in a deep, singy-songy tone.
He moves his fingers closer to the center, playing around the warm and smooth crack of your ass, making you sigh and gasp shakily. He then uses his pointer finger to tease and circle your warm, rosy asshole. “M-mm… Yuji…” You grip your blanket tightly from the feeling of your friend’s thick finger. “Not enough… more… more… more!” You arch your back and prop yourself on your knees, face down, ass up, needing Yuji to hurry the fuck up.
Fuck! The sight of you acting like such a fucking slut makes Yuji’s blood race, and he gets on the bed, wraps his left arm around your neck in a secure chokehold and pulls you up to his chest, making you both face the headboard. From behind, you feel Yuji’s lips whisper darkly in your ear, “Dirty bitch… showing your ass like a stupid whore… You deserve everything you’re gonna get.” With both hands, you hold onto the arm imprisoning you that allows you zero possibility of escape. Though the grip isn’t enough to choke you, it’s tight enough to feel Yuji’s thick muscles pressing against your throat. Just a fraction more force, and then you’d start worrying, but Yuji is an experienced man. All you can do is whimper pathetically on shaky knees with your throbbing, thick cock leaking precum onto your bedsheets in anticipation. You can feel the hammering drumbeat of Yuji’s heart on your back, a reminder that you’re both hungry for this.
With no more words needing to be spoken, Yuji roughly pushes two thick fingers, his middle and ring, into your warm hole, quickly slickening it up. It’s rough, it lacks decorum, it’s downright animalistic. Yuji focuses his strength in his fingers, jabbing them inside your plush heat, with the occasional wriggle and scissor motions. Opening up your ass is the secondary goal; what he wants to do is make you cum your voice out of your throat. He flexes his wrist, pushing in and out quickly, his fingers making a filthy, squishy sound that repeatedly echoes lewdly in the apartment room. With brute force rather than accuracy, he easily reaches your sweet spot and jabs it mercilessly.
“Ah… a-ahhh! Yu… Yuji !” Oh, fuck! The pleasure you’re feeling is indescribable. Your grip on the arm keeping you in a chokehold tightens, your nails digging into his muscles. Your eyes were looking up at the ceiling in blissful agony. Your body trembles and shakes from the sensations that spread across your body as Yuji finger blasts your prostate to oblivion. The force of Yuji’s fingers is so strong that you can feel your knees coming off the bed as you jolt from the pleasure. You moan, whimper, and gasp so fucking pathetically, and the sounds are gonna echo in Yuji’s mind throughout the night like an erotic song.
“You fucking like that, baby?” He speaks directly into your ear, his voice deep and raspy from the exertion. “You like me finger fucking your cute little ass?” The wet noises and Yuji’s dirty talk are nothing short of pornographic, the room turning into an erotic auditory soundscape. “Your moans are so fucking cute and nasty… my adorable dirty bitch .” He emphasizes the last word with a particularly hard jab of the fingers, and God, does it make your eyes roll back. That reaction made Yuji’s heavy cock throb lewdly, precum dripping on the back of your leg. “You fucking needed this, baby… You so fucking needed me to wreck your shit.”
Your mind is beyond blank at this point; you can hear the words, but you can’t even comprehend them. All you can do is feel the deliciously brutal pleasure Yuji is bringing you. You moan and sob incomprehensibly, reduced to a sweaty, shaky, and downright sinful mess that could make any man cum rockets just from the sight alone. With impatience, Yuji, though it should be impossible at this point, brings the speed of his finger fucking to a maximum. He wants to see you blow your fucking brains out, fuck, he needs to hear the goddamn noises you will make when you cum. His muscles are working hard, his wrist moving mechanically as his fingers assault your prostate.
“Fuck… babe. Cum for me.” The sounds of his finger fucking being brought to an unavoidable crescendo.
“Cum. Cum. Cum. CUM!” He demands menacingly, his voice rough and gritty, his fingers never slowing down.
And finally, you fall over the edge of glory, and your body goes stiff. The sheer pleasure that your cock feels is divine. It’s mind-numbing. The moan you let out gets louder and louder the longer your orgasm goes on, and your eyes roll back from the sensations. You can feel your thick cock throbbing and bouncing wildly as you shoot semen all over your bed, the creamy white strings landing on the blankets, the pillows, and the headboard. Yuji’s fingers never stopped jabbing your sweet spot; he wanted to see you cum like a fucking hose. He tightens his chokehold on your throat, and the slight oxygen deprivation only serves to heighten the orgasmic state of euphoria you’re in. Your cock is shooting jizz like a goddamn cannon, and Yuji considers himself blessed to hear the sweet way your voice gradually dies down, to see the sinful white painting you left all over your bed, and to feel the way your slick heat tightens and loosens as the orgasm dies down.
And the way your hot, sweat-slicked body falls completely limp on his front? No words can describe the feeling. His broad chest provides support for you, his agonizingly hard cock bouncing under your perineum with his sticky tip kissing your balls, and he can hear your rapid, shaky little breaths for air. He did this to you… God , that fills Yuji with a sense of dominant masculine pride, and it only serves to further his greed to see more. “ M.C.~ ... you there?” He teasingly squeezes your face, smooshing your cheeks around. “Look at the mess you made… that was so fucking hot.” But Yuji… he wants some love too. He wants to feel fucking amazing too. His cock has been dying to bust a nut ever since you grinded your naughty ass on Yuji’s cock like a goddamn stripper, his thick balls full and plump with jizz.
He speaks after giving you some time to breathe, “Let’s get a move on, yeah?” He moves to sit down, his muscular back resting on the headboard and pillows drenched in your cum. He doesn’t mind the feeling; rather, it turns him on to no end, feeling the mess of his own making. The warm sticky feeling of your cum on his back satisfies a dirty and degenerate part deep inside of him.
Besides, you’re both gonna get messy as fuck anyway… You two always do.
Settling into a comfortable sitting position, he stretches and flexes his naked, muscular body for you, who was in the middle of the bed, still limp on your knees, eager for what’s next.
He beckons you to come to him with a finger, then points down to his throbbing cock. He rests a hand behind his head, his bicep showing delicious definition as you crawl to Yuji with eyes glued to his thick cock. Reaching your destination, you rest on your stomach and meekly bring your face closer to the object of your hunger.
The first of your senses to be blessed is your sense of smell. Yuji’s big dick smelled like pure masculinity, his natural musk tinged with the raw scent of pre-cum and sweat from your earlier gym sesh… it was a scent that was just so deliciously manly, virile and potent, and you felt your mouth salivating uncontrollably. And the sight of it? It’s enough to turn you on to the point of grinding your own cock on the bed from arousal. Yuji’s thick head is flushed an erotic tint of pink, and it’s glistening and slick from all the pre-cum he’s been leaking with strings of the clear syrup dripping haphazardly around his lap. It stands tall, straight, and girthy, and twitches and throbs from sheer arousal and impatience, fuck , you owe it to him to make him feel good for what he’s done for you.
“God, baby, suck my fucking cock already.” Yuji grips your hair with a firm hold, no chance or opportunity to escape, not that you would ever fucking want to, that godly cock deserves the best sensations, and it looks too fucking tasty. “Make it sloppy as fuck, yeah?” He demands with authority.
The look in Yuji’s eyes is commanding and hungry. The sight of his muscular body inhaling and exhaling impatiently in the dark room, the lights dancing on the slight sheen of sweat on his muscles, was lewd and inviting. The atmosphere is filled with silent anticipation on both ends. Feeling the grip on your hair get slightly tighter, you hum quietly, “Anything for you, Yuji…”
With that, you open your lips and move down onto Yuji’s thick cock.
To the unassuming eye, one would simply see your ordinary, quaint apartment room. They’d see things scattered across the room, typical of a young man in his early 20s. K-pop posters, video game merch, Pokémon plushies (some scattered on the floor after getting pushed off the bed), and shelves full of figurines of handsome fictional men (if you pay attention, you might notice them subtly shaking).
The way the apartment is decorated, accompanied by the gentle glow of the city, gives a comforting, personal, and lived-in vibe. Wholesome and cutesy.
However, should one have the opportunity to listen to what’s going on in the young man’s room, they’ll be exposed to sounds that’d make their cocks harden painfully in their underwear. A pornographic soundscape of bed creaks, rustling sheets, masculine growls and groans, slick sounds of flesh meeting flesh, and quiet whimpers.
Should one look further into the room, peer around the corner and notice the bed, they would see a young and muscular man, his expansive body covered in a sinfully appealing sheen of sweat, lying on his back, and hurriedly pistoning his hips up into the open mouth of another young man, his huge cock disappearing in and out of the warm mouth he’s skullfucking the life out of.
His large, veiny hands are tangled into the hair of the guy he’s throat fucking and his feet are planted firmly on the mattress, his hips working overtime at a mechanical speed as he chases more, and more, and more of that oh so delicious pleasure, wet and warm. His cock is in fucking heaven, the mouth he’s fucking is slick, slippery, and sloppy, with saliva and pre-cum absolutely coating his lap and bush; it’s a filthy mess, and he’s nowhere fucking near finished.
“HNGH…! FUCK! FUCK YEAH! ” Yuji roars out as he pistons his hips like a goddamn jackhammer, mercilessly fucking your mouth like a madman. The grip he has on your hair is brutally tight, forcing your face downwards to meet his upwards thrusts. “GOD DAMN IT! You fucking like that shit, babe!? Me fucking your brains out?!” His voice is an erotic, dirty rasp as he fucks your mouth.
“HAH… !” Yuji’s thrusts never slow down, not once. “Your throat is too fucking good! Shit!” Yuji can’t say “mouth”; his dick’s too fucking big, it goes much farther down than that.
You’re far gone by this point, your eyes rolled back as your friend uses your head like a fleshlight, pushing your mouth down on his cock. Your face is a filthy and degenerate mess, one that would go viral on porn sites. The lower half of your face is completely wet and slick with your saliva and the copious amounts of pre-cum Yuji let out and smeared all over your face, and some of your hair clings to your sweaty forehead. Simply put, you look no different from your typical cheap backalley whore, and fuck, does Yuji think you look good like that… he’ll never forget it.
“Mm… M-MM…!” You can’t speak; all you can do is make incomprehensible noises with that huge dick ramming itself down your throat. You and Yuji found out early on that you don’t really have a gag reflex, to Yuji’s satisfaction and your relief. No regular person could think of surviving Yuji when he’s skullfucking you, when he’s in the mood, pleasure comes first. The pace is brutal, it’s hasty, and it’s purely primal.
You should’ve seen this coming.
When you went down on Yuji earlier, you started with some cheeky licks around Yuji’s tip, wanting to lick up and savour the excessive amounts of pre-cum that glistened on his cock. And you did exactly that. Once the flavour of Yuji touched your tongue, you closed your eyes in indulgence, the taste so raw, masculine, and unapologetically him. Your licks got even more eager, and you gripped the thick base of Yuji’s cock with both hands as you swirled your tongue naughtily around it like it was a fucking lollipop.
Your hands jerked off the base of Yuji’s cock, the heat of it not going unnoticed. You began licking Yuji’s head with the flat of your tongue, the friction making Yuji’s hips and feet stiffen up from pleasure. It was good, it was fucking great, but it was too slow. It wasn’t enough, and Yuji was already an impatient man from all the teasing and foreplay from before.
In a fit of impatience and hunger, Yuji growled deeply in his throat, tightened his grip on your hair, and moved his own body so he was lying down on the bed instead of sitting and with no words, immediately went to town and began facefucking you with sheer brutality.
And so that leads to the present time. “God fucking damn it, babe!” Yuji’s eyes are clenched shut from the wet, sloppy sensations, salty sweat dripping down his face and down the slope of his pecs, and his voice rough and gruff from his exertion. His cock is in warm, slick, and sloppy heaven, and he’s simply a slave to pleasure. “Hah… hah… shit!” He can feel something amazing slowly coming forth in his body, threatening to crash inside like a tidal wave. He can feel his plump balls tightening up, his thick and creamy cum churning inside and ready to splurt out of his pulsating cock like a hose. “Fuck, baby, wait!” He pulls your face off his cock, and you, having gotten to not being in control of your own movement, unceremoniously faceplant on Yuji’s hairy bush with a splash, the rosy, wet cock throbbing and twitching erotically next to your face. Yuji’s lap is slick and drenched with saliva and pre-cum, a naughty mess that coats your face as you rest there and catches your breath, finally able to do so after having a thick, 10-inch cock down your throat.
But before you can even react, Yuji manhandles your body and flips your positions around, ending with you lying on your back with a sweaty, panting Yuji looming above you. “A-ah?! Yuji?!” The man above you entraps you similarly to before, with both of his arms trapping your head on both sides. Hot sweat drips down from his face, landing on your own, a naughty but intimate occurrence.
“... If I’m gonna bust a fucking nut, it’s gonna be deep inside of your ass.” He rasps out a dirty promise. He gets on his knees and looms even more above you, his large body covering you in his shadow, a claim in its own right. “I’m gonna go balls-fucking-deep and pump, and pump, and pump you full of my cum.” As he speaks, he grabs your legs, rests your feet on his juicy shoulders, and forces you into a mating press. “Your tummy’s gonna be so, fucking, full.”
“Mmm!” The position your friend forced you into is strenuous, your spine and thighs getting stretched as Yuji gets you ready to take his thick cock.
“Yuji…?” Thinking fast, you call out to your friend softly, grabbing one of his hands with your own and intertwining your fingers intimately. The sweet action takes Yuji out of his rough and dominant trance, and he looks into your eyes, softening at the anticipation and yearning look in your eyes. “Yeah, baby? What’s up?” He says with a soft tone and affection in his eyes.
Yuji leans down and plants a soft kiss on your dried, pre-cum covered lips, to which you sweetly reciprocate… before you grab Yuji’s hair softly and whisper hotly in the other man’s ear. “Fuck me hard, Yuji… Wreck me, ruin me, destroy me… breed me, babe…” Your words were a sweetly vulgar siren call just for Yuji at this moment, your desires clear, leaving no room for confusion.
…
The look in Yuji’s eyes, almost terrifyingly, goes from sweet and affectionate to dark and ravenous. Without any words, and maintaining eye contact that makes your heart race from arousal and a hint of “Oh fuck…”, the hand intertwined with yours flexes in a strong grip, and with his other, he hastily lines up his large cock with your tight hole. “Y-Y-Yuji, I-” You know you fucked up, but you just got swept in the moment, and you wanted to tease the other man and just rile him up a bit, but it’s okay, maybe you can calm him down before-
SMACK SMACK SMACK
“ A-AHHHHH!!!” The moan, borderline scream, forced out of your throat is a testament to the surprise, pain, and most importantly, the pleasure you feel gliding all over his body as Yuji forces his huge cock inside your asshole with zero grace and consideration. If not for the abundant amount of vanilla-flavoured lube coating your slick walls and the prior finger blasting your hole got… no picture needs to be painted (But Yuji would never hurt you like that, he gets rough and beastly, but never cruel and heartless). Your hands still never loosened their iron grip on each other, even as your bodies rocked back and forth with the force of a ship in the stormy sea. “Y-Yuji! Oh my fucking God! A-Ahh!~” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and your head fell back on the bed with your mouth open, letting out pornographic moans and whimpers that only men like Yuji can bring out of him. Thank god Yuji closed the window prior so the outside world couldn’t hear anything.
Yuji’s a man possessed, his hips jackhammering down into your hole at a frightening speed with overwhelming power that might actually be creating an irreversible indentation into the mattress underneath you two. Accompanied by your loud screams and moans and his beastly dominant groans and growls is the ear-deafeningly loud CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP of his cock rapidly slamming balls deep into your hole. In your blank, fucked out mind, you faintly register the feeling of the bed below you moving around and the chaotic sound of the headboard slamming repeatedly on the wall from the force of Yuji fucking you like a madman.
“YOU. FUCKING. WHORE.” His voice is a loud, aggressive battle cry, raspy from exertion. He never stopped looking at you as he fucked your brains out, his eyes looking both focused and maniacal from provocation and arousal. “Think you can play with me, bitch?” With that last word, he grips your hair with one hand and grips the base of your neck with the other.” I told you… I’m NOT letting you talk to me like that. I’m NOT letting you speak. All I wanna fucking hear from you is you moaning and sobbing from my cock.” He never lets his pace slow down, the wet noise of lube and sweat splashing in the area where his hips meet with yours, echoing repeatedly in the room.
You can’t even look at the ceiling or his sweaty, flushed, and handsome face; your eyes either rolled back or shut tight ever since he started mercilessly and thoughtlessly assaulting your ass with his thick cock. The way he’s fucking you is merciless and never-endingly brutal, but you fucking love it, and he knows this; this is for you after all. “Y-YU-” You try to speak. “I-I’M-” But, it’s impossible. “PLEA-” He said he wasn’t going to let you speak. “IT’S TOO- A-AHHH!! ” He meant it, and you give up at this point, becoming the moaning, incomprehensible mess he wanted you to be.
Sweat drips down from Yuji’s face and hair onto you like an erotic rainstorm, intimately marking you as his for the night. Drops inevitably fall into your open mouth, and you savour his salty and masculine flavour. It’s dirty, it’s filthy, it’s messy, but when combined with the pleasure and intimacy of sex, it’s deliciously nasty and satisfies your inner degenerate whore.
His thrusts, evident by the pleasure you both feel, his and your moans, the deafening claps echoing in the room, and the bed having moved from its initial position, never lost their speed and power, but at this point, they’ve gotten more hectic and desperate. “Fuck… FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK YEAH!” He yells out like a mindless beast, every word emphasized with a hard slam into your prostate. Yuji feels it, what he was brutalizing your ass for, what he’s been fucking chasing for for what feels like an agonizingly pleasurable eternity by now. His thick balls rise as he feels his orgasm approaching like an unstoppable trainwreck. “Baby…. Oh, FUCK! BABY…!”
Classic to Yuji’s style, his thrusts increase in speed and power from his desperation, the loud thunderous booms of his cock fucking into you rivalling the combined duet of your moans in volume. His entire body is on fire, his muscles all flexed and working overtime to give you one of the roughest fucks of your life. His and your body are soaked completely in sweat, your skin hotly gliding on one another. Your hands untangled long ago, and since then, you’ve left scratch marks all over his expansive back and shoulders, the red marks telling a story on his pale skin of the absolute mess he’s made you become. Your moans are shaky, uncontrollable, and loud, being forced out of you with every thrust he hits into you. And likewise, you can feel another orgasm approaching, your thick cock and balls getting to shoot another barrage of thick, creamy jizz everywhere.
“HAH…. HNGH!!! SHIT, BABY, I’M GONNA FUCKING CUM!!!” He’s yelling into your ear, the impending pleasure storm and the adrenaline of the chase rendering him brainless. “GONNA FILL YOU UP! GONNA BREED THE FUCK OUT OF YOU!” You’re both so fucking hot, the room heated and humid with the raw masculine scent of sex, sweat, musk, and cum enveloping you two like an aphrodisiac mist.
“Cum in me… c-cum in me, babe! Please! PLEASE!” You had to force those few words out of your tired and hoarse throat, your need coming across very clear. You want his hot, creamy load inside you, wanting him to claim you as his inside and out for tonight.
“M.C.! SHIIIIIIIT! FUCK I’M FUCKING CUMMING!!!!” He yells out desperately.
Finally, he goes as balls-fucking-deep as he humanly can inside your asshole with one final, brutal thrust before the floodgates burst open. “FUCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!” His entire body is in the most pleasured and blissful state of euphoria possible, his body trembling as he envelops you in a tight mating press hold as he breeds you. His huge cock is pulsating and throbbing wildly in your clenched ass as he pumps and pumps and pumps neverendingly continuous, and copious amounts of hot cum from his balls inside of you like a goddamn firehose. His voice is hoarse, gritty, and rough as he roars and growls triumphantly and satisfiedly as he fills you up. You can feel some of his cum leaking down your ass from the sheer volume and quantity of his load.
You were no less messy and loud as you fell from the gates of heaven; as Yuji was groaning like a feral beast and filling you with load after load of hot semen, you were moaning up a sinful chorus as you shot sticky strings all over both of your torsos with some of it even landing on your faces from how powerful the orgasm you felt was. Your bodies are one in this moment, two men relishing in the highest of highs that sex can bring, and it’s an intimately filthy picture, your bodies covered in sweat, cum, and scratch marks, your voices raspy from vocal exertion, and the bed in absolute ruin.
After a minute and a half of mind-blanking euphoria, you both slowly and steadily come back to Earth. You feel the tension in Yuji’s body gradually fade away before he plops on top of you, trapping you satisfyingly under his weight, the cum covering both of your chests making a vulgar squishy sound as he does so. He moves his face that was buried in your neck to look in your distant but still aware eyes. “Hah… hah… fuck, haha… M.C.? You there, babe?” He’s panting, he’s so drenched in sweat he looks like he just came out of the ocean, though you’re sure you’re the exact same. You can see that mischievous and affectionate look in Yuji’s eyes as he looks at you.
Without much to do with this big man trapping you under him, you stroke his hair with your fingers as he puts his face back in your neck and cutely lets out a sigh of satisfaction while snuggling into you.
“Yuji… you are fucking batshit insane. You are aware of that, right?” You joke with a concerned tone. “I always thought this, but you’re like a damn demon when we fuck.”
He whines into your neck, “Mmm… nah, just horny as fuck, babe.” He snickers and reaches down with a hand to squeeze and knead an asscheek. “This booty is too fuckin’ good~ and tight~ and hot…~”
Sometimes after a wild fuck, Yuji tends to get all cutesy. Is it intentional? God, you don’t know, but it is pretty damn cute. “I can feel my cum all over my dick while I’m still buried in you… It’s so warm and wet… fuck, it feels good.” He starts to slightly move his hips once more. “So… a-ah~… warm and sticky~ ...”
As expected… his huge cock was still fully erect and full of vigour even after blasting generations of cum into you, he’s but a virile and healthy young man after all.
“Yuji… a-ahh~” The same could be said for you as well. “Again… you’re fucking insane…” But perhaps so are you.
Yuji moans in response to your words. “You know you want more of this fat fucking cock, babe…” He’s right. “One round is never enough for you… Or me.” Right, again. “Let’s fuck like animals all night, yeah?” He ends it there, and his thrusts, which started slow and subtle, gradually come back to life.
“Fuck, there’s no stopping you…” He hums in response, slowly rocking your bodies once again. “Alright, babe… let’s do it.” You stroke his hair affectionately as he fucks into you. “Besides, when did a never-ending night of back-breaking sex ever kill anyone?” You warmly joke into his ear, smiling when a quiet chuckle comes from him.
And with that, you pull him up and make him face you and kiss his lips eagerly, to which he happily reciprocates, and he wraps his muscular arms around you as he fucks into you.
The night is far from over.
You two haven’t made enough of a mess yet.
1:34 AM
Reminiscent of a homemade porno, your bed creaks and shakes from sheer force, your bedsheets are soaked in human essence and in total disarray, and your pillows and plushies lie forgotten (but safe from any mess) on the floor as you two continue to fuck like animals into the night. Your room is pervaded by an aromatically erotic scent of fresh cum, masculine musk, rough sex, and hot sweat, the scent you both surround like a veil. And the glow of the city lights subtly illuminates your body, combining with your sweat and making your wet skin glimmer as Yuji pounds into you, making the scene both vividly beautiful and raunchy.
Still full of fire and energy, Yuji lies on his back, gripping your hips, his fingers digging into the plush flesh there as he vigorously slams your ass down onto his cock with his muscles flexed and grunting deeply as he does so, the straight descent and angle making his cock reach even deeper into your body, making you feel full and claimed. Your hands are planted firmly on his strong chest for support as you ride him as clumsily but eagerly as you can with his help, the repeated assault to your prostate making your eyes go blurry from the pleasure and impact.
Amplified by the closed space, your voices blend in an erotic duet, your deep voices filling the room with masculine and boyish sounds of satisfaction, pleasure, and exertion that would easily make any man pop a boner in his pants just from hearing you two.
With eyes shut tight and a triumphant and long-lasting groan, Yuji’s body flexes and stiffens as he rams balls-deep into you one last time, as he fills you up with another flood of hot cum, this load just as thick as his first. And you force yourself to keep your eyes open as you shoot cum all over Yuji’s chest, face, and hair, painting him with your essence.
The night is far from over.
3:27 AM
The streets of Friday-night Tokyo are vibrant and lively with the blended sounds of footsteps, intelligible conversations, laughter, and vehicles. Everyone in this city is having their own fun, finding their way home, getting late-night snacks from the convenience store, or walking with no particular destination in mind. It’s a mix-and-match of people living night by night, doing their own things with their own people or on their own.
And in this colossal city, you’re in your own little paradise. A tiny space you were able to call your own, where no one can bother you or interrupt you in this lovely little affair.
Slushy and filthily wet sounds spread throughout the room, mixed with muffled moans and groans, masculine grunts, and shaky breaths.
In an intimate tangle of sweat and cum-covered limbs, you and Yuji are voraciously sucking each other off and worshipping the other’s cock in a classic sixty-nine, your faces both slick and messy with cum, sweat, and saliva.
You’re positioned clumsily, propping yourself on your knees above Yuji with your hips above his face and your cock in his mouth, the sound of him slobbering all over your lengthy cock and bobbing his head back and forth filling your ears. Your cock feels like it’s in slick, wet, squelchy heaven, and the pleasure you feel from the way his large tongue swirls around your head and flicks around it is enhanced further by the power and strength he puts into it, your toes clenching and unclenching, a tell-tale sign of the sensations you’re feeling.
His oral skills are pornstar level. Yuji sucks and worships cock like it’s a goddamn competition, and he likes to go fast and hard. His hands are gripping your ass firmly, his fingers leaving marks and bruises from power as he forces your hips up and down his face as he sucks you off, your cock going balls deep in and out of his mouth.
“Mmm… mhm…” He can’t speak, but he can groan in satisfaction from your taste and the way you fill up his mouth. His voice is still energetic and sinfully deep as he does various things with his tongue and mouth. He’s alternated between swirling his tongue around your head, sucking your balls, and licking the underside of your cock with the flat of his tongue.
No matter what he’s doing in bed, Yuji always excels.
But, you’re no slouch at sucking cock either, and you don’t want to be the only one feeling amazing, and God, do you feel amazing right now.
In this position, you’re able to bury your face in his groin and absolutely go to town on the big, meaty cock in front of you. With both hands, you twist your hands up and down his base, jerking him off on another level, and with your mouth, you bob your head up and down his cock, going down to meet your hands with your lips repeatedly.
You both want the other to feel good, and you both want the other to feel so, so good, so you both just let loose, not caring how messy you and he get. You both amp up the mouthwork; worshipping, stroking, sucking, and licking the other’s cock like there was gonna be a winner and loser.
Your groans and moans, that maintained a standard volume, have begun to get noticeably louder and urgent, and you both started noticing each other’s mouths and technique getting clumsier and less coordinated. You both started thrusting your cocks into each other’s mouths, feeling that delicious orgasm approaching and needing to chase it.
Yuji simultaneously fucks your mouth and makes you fuck his with his hands, forcing your hips and cock up and down his throat. It feels divine, your hips aching with strain from the movement, but the end is close and near that the pain doesn’t even matter until, soon enough, you and Yuji fall off the edge once more.
“MMM!!!”
“M-mm… A~HH …!”
In sexual synchronization, you both let the floodgates open and cum once more into each other’s eager and thirsty mouths, this orgasm feeling as amazing and otherworldly as the previous ones.
Like volcanoes, your cocks erupt with generous amounts of creamy jizz, your loads as thick and gooey as the first, a testament to the virility, vitality, and vigour of the young and sexually and physically active men you are.
Yuji, like a parched man in a desert, keeps his mouth sealed around your head and his hands gripped tight on your ass as you cum in his mouth, eagerly letting your semen pool up in his mouth before swallowing it when his cheeks start to puff up. From the mind-shattering orgasm and the concentrated flavour of your cum, his eyes roll back from pleasure and enjoyment, and he tenses, his entire body stretched and his toes pointing to the ceiling
On your end, you savour as much of his flavour as you can, and you try as best as you can to swallow as much of his essence as you can, but the sheer volume of cum shooting from his cock and the way it violently throbs and bounces in your mouth is too much to handle and you’re forced to let it out of your mouth with a satisfyingly loud pop. Free from its confines, Yuji’s cock truly looks like a volcano in this moment, shooting hot cum everywhere haphazardly like lava, with most of his strings landing on your face and hair. But, Yuji was right, you are a dirty bitch, and you leave your mouth wide open, letting any stray shots of jizz land into your mouth.
You and Yuji are filthy, and you plop on top of and rest on his strong body, both panting from exertion, and covered in each other’s essence.
The night is far from over.
5:19 AM
The night has been a blur for you two.
It feels like the night has been going on forever, while going so fast at the same time.
It’s been an intimately feral affair, abundant with different positions, fountains of cum, sheens of sweat, and a bed tarnished by the passion, hunger, and lust of two young men.
Yuji, with the stamina and hunger of a beast, had his way with you for an innumerable number of times throughout the night.
He fucked you doggy-style with his hands gripping your hips tight as he jackhammered you from behind.
He made you ride his face, eagerly and hungrily lapping up the copious amounts of cum he pumped into you. His tongue fucking you and circling your rim expertly and teasingly.
He made you lie on the bed as he fucked and fucked and pounded your face into the bed, and eventually poured a thick load into your mouth.
He made the two of you frot your cocks together, your hips rubbing and thrusting against the other. The slippery wet glide from the cum amplified the pleasure beyond compare. Your undersides, tips, and balls rubbed on each other sinfully, and the sensations were too much, and you ended up cumming all over each other’s cocks, leaving a white and slippery mess.
This brings you to the final act of the night.
Yuji looms above you as he fucks you, missionary style. Even the greatest and strongest warriors lose their strength and vigour eventually, and it is blatantly obvious in the way he softly and clumsily fucks into you that he is approaching his end. “Baby… I-I… God… you still feel so warm and tight~...” He whispers warmly and affectionately, his voice hoarse and notably quieter from exhaustion. “You were so fucking good for me tonight… so good…” He holds your hands in his own tenderly, his beastly and voracious nature replaced by an affectionately exhausted demeanour.
You both are an absolute mess, your faces and bodies sticky and wet from the endless amounts of dried and fresh cum and a dense sheen of sweat from the exertion and the heat concentrated in the room. Despite the state of absolute disarray you two and your bed are in, the atmosphere could not be any more warm, loving, and coveting.
You let go of one of his hands and gently stroke his sweaty and sticky pink hair. “Yeah… you too, Yuji…” He hums tiredly but happily in response as he fucks you gently. “T-Thanks for tonight… You made everything better… You saved me.” The words burst forth beyond your control: maybe it’s your fucked-out brain, maybe it’s the warm atmosphere amidst all the semen, or maybe it’s the way he looks into your eyes and holds your hand, but you can’t help but feel gratitude alongside the pleasure this man brought to you, alongside the comfort and care prior.
With no more words needing to be spoken, Yuji buries his face into your neck as he brings forth his remaining strength to fuck you and bring you both to your final orgasms of the night. His once beastly and dominant growls and groans now reduced to quiet and tender moans muffled by your neck. You cradle his head with one arm and stroke his back, which now tells the story of just how good he really fucked your brains out tonight.
With your quiet moans filling the room alongside the gentle creak of your bed, you hear Yuji and your own moans getting slightly louder, as much as they can, indicating your imminent final orgasm of the night. Yuji’s cock never got soft the entire night; his thick cock stayed hard despite the countless orgasms and the superhuman amounts of cum he shot inside of you and all over you. Even now, it still stays rockhard as he strains himself to bring you both over the edge one last time.
“M.C., I’m… I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna fill you up one more time, okay? A-a-ah… shiiit~” He murmurs in your ear, he tightly wraps his arms around your neck, securing you in his safe and warm embrace as he gets ready to fill you up. He feels it coming, crawling all over his skin.
“I’m gonna cum too… F-fuck… Yuji…!” You feel it too. You’re exhausted, you’re a mess, and your voice is tired and quiet, but the incoming pleasure is imminent, and you tiredly brace yourself for the crash.
With your bodies tightly embraced, you both fall apart, your voices a soft whisper compared to the once feral shouts they once were, and your bodies loosen immediately rather than tensing from the orgasm, with Yuji’s sweaty body falling on top of yours as he fills you up with cum one more time.
You’re both moaning satisfactorily, the sensations just as amazing since the night started, but with exhaustion and strain taking its toll on your bodies, you both let the sensations do the talking rather than with outward expression.
Soon enough, you both come back to Earth one last time, and what follows right after the heavenly pleasure is the heavyweight exhaustion, the kind you feel once you lie in bed after staying up for 48 hours, something not unfamiliar to university students such as yourselves.
As amazing and secure as you do genuinely feel under Yuji’s heavyweight, the heat, the rough marathon sex, and your earlier gym sesh together are starting to bear their consequences on your body. With a gentle pat on Yuji’s sweaty and marked back, he gets the message and uses all his remaining strength to haul himself off of you, and lands face-first onto the bed next to you with a groan you’d hear from a blue-collar dad coming home after his 12-hour shift.
“Fuuuuuuuck……” He mumbles into the mattress, saying nothing else; he doesn't need to with that one word encompassing the satisfaction, exhaustion, strain, and the absolute mush your brains have turned into. With him off of you, you can breathe as you let the warm, musky air, littered with pheromones and masculinity, wash over you. Still hot, but it's fine.
In this little space, the sounds of you two panting exasperatedly are the only thing interrupting the silence as you let the exhaustion take over your bodies, way too exhausted to even move a finger. Save for the bed, the room has maintained its relatively clean state… if you ignore your clothes, pillows, and plushies left on the floor, as well as your figurines that somehow moved around on the shelves near your bed. Despite the primal and vulgar act that took place, the room maintains its cozy and well-lived vibe pretty well.
Speaking of the bed, well, thankfully, you don’t have any next-door neighbours. Although it’s not like it would even matter if you got a noise complaint, considering the circumstances. Your blankets, bedsheets, and pillows are scattered all over, the dark green bedspread once perfectly organized, now lies as a lump near your heads, having been forced out of its position over the mattress from the wild sex you guys had. Cumstains, sweat, and saliva drenched your blankets and sheets completely, with the cloth sticking to your bodies uncomfortably, a testament to the virility and the absolute bucketloads of cum two young men can produce and shoot out.
Your bodies are no different, similarly messy and destroyed as the bed you lie on. From head to toe, you’re both covered in dried cum and cum that’s starting to cool down, reminiscent of candle wax. Additionally, your skin and hair feel heavy and matted with the sheen of sweat, cum, and grime that gleams on your whole body. It isn't romantic, it isn't picture perfect, nor is it wholesome, but it does speak to the sheer enjoyment, pleasure, and fun you both indulged in tonight.
The morning sun illuminates your room, uncaring of the carnage that took place here. The sunlight that creeps onto your skin is a different warmth compared to the one you felt these past few minutes. It invites you to succumb to your exhaustion and to rest and tackle the real world when you are ready to. You can feel your eyes slowly close as you catch your breath, the warm body next to you, the sunlight, and your little space in this city, gently lulling you to sleep.
But…
As you close your eyes, all you can hear is the soft breaths of the pink-haired man next to you, and you tiredly open your eyes and turn to look next to you.
Yuji never shut his eyes, keeping a warm but exhausted gaze on you.
“... Hey.” You quietly say to your friend, as if he didn't rail your ass all the way to next Christmas.
Similarly quiet, he chuckles, not unaware of the shift in atmosphere. “Hey.” He inhales and exhales deeply, the warm air brushing onto your face, which relaxes you further. “You good?” He asks as he stretches as far as he can in the free-faller position.
“I’m… alive. I’d say that’s good enough.” You joke as you lie on your back, relishing the way the sunlight caresses you. “I know that I’m gonna be asleep for 48 hours, though. No thanks to you…”
He whines quietly, the cute and tired sound admittedly tugging at your heartstrings. “C’mon, M.C… you had the time of your fucking life, heh, at least if the way you look is anything to go by~” He gestures to your body with a hand that stays planted on the mattress. “You look like a fucking pornstar from those bukkake videos…” He remarks with a childish giggle.
“Sounds like you’re veryyyy familiar with that type of porn?” The abrupt end to his giggles doesn’t go unnoticed. “Besides, look at yourself, dumbass… if this was one of those videos, it seems like we’d both be side to side sluts on the damn floor… whore.” Yeah, the opportunity to drag him and also get a good rhyme out of it was too good to pass up.
You both start to snicker as the absurdity of this post-sex conversation catches up to you. This is why your friends with benefits dynamic is so fun: you can fuck like beasts and immediately snicker like naughty students right after and talk about the most ridiculous nonsense.
The way the sunlight shines on Yuji’s muscular back is a delicious sight for tired eyes, and you can’t help but be grateful for the man you can call your only friend.
“Fuck, Yuji. I forgot that we even fucked like animals in heat for a reason. My problems seem so insignificant now… rough sex is a damn good way to calm someone down, huh.” You rest an arm over your eyes, enjoying the reassuring sound of Yuji’s breathing.
“Haha… sounds like my mission was a success?” He questions teasingly, with a little flick to your thigh.
“Yeah… thanks, Yuji, for… uh fucking my brains out, I guess. Oh, and the boba was delicious by the way… if it wasn’t all that sugar I possibly would have passed while I was riding you… So, thanks.”
He laughs a little bit louder than before. “Haha! Yeah… boba and good sex, I know what you need when shit gets tough.” He says teasingly before looking at your room over your body, somewhat wistfully. “It… sucks that you have to say goodbye to this joint… we’ve had plenty of fun here… both explicit and non-explicit fun, that is.”
You can’t but sigh with resignation. “Yeah… you know how tough it was to decorate this place when I first got here? That was before I met you, so I had to do all the building and shit… To take it all down and do it all over somewhere else… if I can even find somewhere else… It’s sad, y’know?” But your exhaustion-riddled and fucked-out brain can’t be too sad, even if you wanted to. “But… it’ll be fine. Uh, I think so at least. Actually, I think I’m just coping and too tired to start crashing out, damn fucking my brains out really does work wonders.”
“All part of the plan, M.C…” He says quietly as he idly taps a finger on the mattress.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
“Hey, M.C.?” He asks for your attention after a few seconds pass.
“No.” You quickly say right after, chuckling after seeing the deadpan look on his face, his expression saying, “Really, bitch?” without needing to say it. “Okayyyyy, I’m sorry. What’s up?”
“Whatever, man. So, you know how when we hang out, it’s only ever at your place and not mine?” He says, looking over your body. “Also, wow, I just realized we’ve been besties for 2 two years and you never questioned that or asked why… don’t give a fuck about me or something?”
“More like my mind figured that if you weren’t gonna say anything, it’s probably for a reason. Sorryyyyy for wanting to try respecting your privacy, bitchass.” You say with a huff. “Anyways, why are we talking about this?”
“Well… I guess, yeah, it was for a reason. It’s not like I live in the damn streets or in an internet cafe or shit like that…” He trails off, his eyes wandering around as if looking for the right words to say. “More so, it’s just some of the people I live with are-”
You cut him off.
“You have roommates?” You say with a sharp look. “Don’t fucking tell me… the only reason we come back here is so we can fuck uninterrupted?” You notice the indignated look in his eyes from your words.
“Bitch? That’s not- well, shit maybe. You know what, sorta kinda, but that’s besides the point, and don’t interrupt me! Hmph…” He flicks your buttcheek and huffs. “It’s just that I didn’t ever wanna bring you there because the guys I live with are… well, not all of them, aren’t exactly the types of guys you bring home to meet your pops.”
“What, you live with fratboys or something? You… basically are one.”
He scoffs but isn’t really offended. “Pfft, got me there. Uh… some of them fit that description, yeah… and maybe one of them is way too old to be acting like that…”
“... I still don’t know where this conversation is headed…”
“So you know that guy from uni that I’ve had my eyes on lately? The cutie with the nice ass that his jeans love to hug?” He says with sparkly eyes.
The topic of conversation goes in a completely different direction, but you’re used to this from him, and you feel like things will make sense eventually. “Spiky black hair and a year below us? Yeah… so?”
“Okay, so I’ve been stalking him online, and I saw that he posted on his socials that he’s looking for a male roommate, and he would prefer if he were around his age.” He speaks as eagerly as he can muster. “So, I took a chance and DM'd him. We chatted for a bit just so he could get to know me more and browse my socials so he knows I’m totally not a creep, and he said he recognizes me from around campus, but of course, who wouldn’t, because I’m so-”
“Get to the point.”
“Hmph, bitch.” He huffs. “Anyways… yesterday he told me that he’d feel most comfortable with me as his roommate! SCORE BABY! We’re gonna happily fall in love and walk down a flowery path together in our suits one day… So yeah, I’m going to be moving soon, and as such… there’s gonna be a vacant room at my current place…” He ends his little ramble with a look at your eyes.
“... Your place… with the guys that, and I quote, ‘aren’t exactly the types of guys you bring home to meet your pops.’ That place?” You start to question him. “There’d be a place for me to move to quickly?”
“Yeah!” He answers with a smile.
“So… the entire time I was freaking out and crashing out about getting evicted and potentially living on the streets and eating rats with the cats,” You mentally high-five yourself for that rhyme, “You had a solution, then and there?”
“Uhh, yeah!” He’s still answering enthusiastically.
“... Yuji… if you had the solution, and it doesn’t seem like you forgot or anything… why didn’t you tell me, like, right away?”
…
The sound of the cicadas singing their early morning tune is audible in your little room.
He looks at you with cute puppy-dog eyes, his light-brown eyes shimmering from the morning sun. “I… saw a good reason to fuck?”
…
SMACK
A shout of pain from the pink-haired man resonates throughout the room as he rests a hand on his now reddening, juicy and plump buttcheek. You put every possible remaining ounce of strength your exhausted body could muster into that spank, his ass jiggling comically when you hit it.
As he whines and apologizes, you look up at the ceiling in exasperation but also… relief.
Well, seems like you won’t be homeless in the big city of Tokyo?
Notes:
woah...
guess what i have never written smut in my life... but i do read a lot of smut so i like to think that helped me.
so maybe ur wondering... "why is the opening so fucking long and smutty?" and that's completely understandable bc even im like wtf. i just made shit up as i went and i kinda liked it so i stuck with it.
anywho.
i have big plans for this thing. i dont want it to just be pure smut... but u can definitely expect a lot of it <3 i also want some fun slice of life chapters with some cutesy fun and romance and all that. i have lots of ideas... expect good homosexual things...
also... this is the only time yuji and you r gonna fuck in this fic (this did not age well) bc i need at least one cute normal couple in this and thats gonna be yuji/megumi.
but yeah, there isnt enough full length gay jjk male reader stuff so i figured i'd do it. i write for work anyways so why not do it for fun too.
anyways... see u in chapter 1 <3 (whenever that gets posted)
im excited for what this thing will become and DONT expect good punctuation in these notes... i do enough of that in the actual story...
Chapter 2: What the hell are you doing here?
Summary:
Well, Yuji certainly cheered you up last night for what it's worth.
But alas, reality waits for no one, and you'd rather not live on the Tokyo streets with pachinko addicts, backalley hookers, and feral stray cats.
So, you gotta take the initiative, maybe see if Yuji's little idea could be just what you need to keep your head above water?
It's really all you can do, so get off your sore and bruised ass and seize the day!
...
Let's just see how things go...
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
A full 24 hours pass after you and Yuji’s bareback therapy fuckfest yesterday, and as such, a new dawn arises.
From your open window, you can feel the warm sunlight washing over you and gently bringing you back to the world of the living and the overworked.
What happens upon your bite-marked ears are the sounds of the Tokyo morning hustle and bustle: vehicles and buses headed to wherever, the chatter of countless underpaid salarymen talking on their phones as they rush on their feet, the cicadas chirping their irritatingly, comfortable and familiar song, and the hum of nearby anime merch stores blasting weeb music to attract middle-aged men into their establishment… hold on, are they playing Koi Ni Naritai Aquarium… again? Oh, Akihabara, waking up to your unique soundscape will be missed.
You attempt to embody a cat waking up from a sunbathing nap sesh and stretch your body after being asleep for 24 hours and-
“Oh FUCKKKKK! OW. SHIT. FUCK. BITCH. WHORE… ow…”
…
…………
*ambient cicada noises that emphasize you questioning your existence as you lie there in pain*
Damn, yeah, ok, that really fucking hurt. Bad idea… Bad BAD BAD idea (You could almost hear the Gorilla Glue Lady saying it right now…). Well, you did, after all, get your ass railed in 30 million different positions by your best friend on Friday, right after a crazy leg day sesh. Wow, you really put your body through a lot, huh? Smart guy. Your back and hips feel like you've been beaten by a sledgehammer, and to be honest, with how hard Yuji fucks, it might as well be the same damn thing!
All of this is to say, moving seems to be off the cards for now.
Thank God it’s the weekend and you have ample time to recover because you might as well, since if you try to walk right now… that video of Tana Mongeau walking like a cokehead in front of the paparazzi flashes through your mind and you can’t have that, you don’t want that for yourself or for anyone else to witness, especially Yuji.
You ponder what to do for the day while you lie on the bed like a recovering patient who just got hit by a car. Study for your upcoming test that’s tomo-, right, Yuji said it got moved to another date. Play some Style Savvy: Styling Star on your 3DS? Shit, ok, that does sound like it could heal you, but your 3DS is in your bag, and movement is not an option yet.
You’re then interrupted by a noise that rumbles throughout the apartment… that… sounded like… “I’m using my r-” No, stop, that meme died ages ago (Still funny, though). You look down at your tummy and place a hand on it, feeling the little rumble; you’re just starving. Makes sense, a gym workout and then a bed workout, followed by a 24-hour session of you embodying Snorlax? Yeah, you could go for some food. But… you cannot (do not want to) move, like, at all.
With a sigh that lasted way too long and basically said “Fuck me and my life.” You attempt to prop yourself up on your elbows before your apartment door opens. Oh, okay, so when you let out a sigh that says “Fuck me”, that’s when he comes back? Of fucking course. It’s like you summoned him, almost.
In comes Yuji, Yuji fucking Itadori, looking like a brand new man. His skin was glowing and radiant, his spiky pink hair flowed gently around like those wheatfields you see in movies, and he was even wearing a new outfit. It’s a simple get-up, a white Adidas hoodie that hugs his muscular form well and light-blue distressed jeans that cling to his thighs for dear life; very athletic varsity boyfriend coded.
“Honey, I’m home~” He doesn’t even know you're awake, he’s just silly goofy like that.
He spots you trying to get up on the bed, and he flashes you a smile that could put any man on his knees to propose.
“Hey, you. You’re finally awake!” He says as he closes the door and eagerly walks up to you.
You simply stare at him as he reaches your side.
“Okay, a Skyrim reference was not the first thing I expected to hear from you when I woke up, but when have you ever been predictable?” You plop down onto the bed… your butler is here~.
“It got you smiling though, yeah?” Yeah, it did, whatever.
He keeps looking at you with that giddy and mischievous smile.
“... Someone looks great today…” You remark with some underlying bitterness. “You’re just up and at 'em and ready to take on the world. The post-backbreaking sex afterglow looks great on you, by the way!” You remark with sarcasm, your body still unmoving, other than your lips.
He intentionally ignores the sarcasm, you know he does. “Aw, thanks, M.C.! I know I look great!” He snickers at the deadpan look on your face. “For what it’s worth… You look stunning as well~ The sunlight and the “I just got railed” afterglow make you look so angelic and divine~” He says in this singy-songy tone that makes you want to raise Castle Pandaemonium on this damn city.
He does mean it, though.
What you can’t see from his point of view is a handsome young man sprawled adorably on his bed, surrounded by his Pokémon plushes, with the sunlight caressing him at just the right angle. It’s a visual that would make heart eyes appear on any man and make him believe in angels. It’s the sight men would start wars for just to wake up next to you every morning.
You would get bonus points if you stopped trying to cast instant death on him with your gaze, though.
“Interestingly enough, you calling me an ugly pig would make me less angry.” You say monotonously. “Speaking of me being an ugly pig, I am actually starving. Like legitimately. The last thing that I ingested was that boba, and I could use some actual food.”
“Well, actually, the last thing you consumed was a fuckton of my cum so-” He gets cut off as you lob a Mew plush straight at his face. The plush falls to the floor, and Yuji stands still for 2 seconds before continuing, “So, I got you your favourite breakfast food, hehe…” He chuckles mischievously before flailing around a takeout bag. “Dadan~ The Double XL four cheese B.L.T. sandwich from that lil café nearby~ Mhm, I know, I’m actually the best and you’d be nothing but a motionless starving blob on your bed if it weren’t for me.”
…
“You know you could have left out the ‘Double XL’ part, right? Also, did you really have to act like you said it in bold letters?” You say irritatedly. “... Thanks, though. I know I’ll be inhaling that thing like I’m Kirby or something.”
You clench your fists as you prepare to endure the pain of trying to get up. With a deep inhale, you throw caution to the wind and manage to pull yourself up into a sitting position!
Yuji looks at you in amazement. “Hey, you know I actually wasn’t expecting you to get up on your own. I’m serious, I literally had zero faith in you, like I actually didn’t believe in you at all-” He pauses, noticing your silence. “Uh, M.C.? Hello?”
You sit in your spot in silence, stiff as a board.
“FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK”
You scream on the inside from the agony that comes with the soreness you feel in your legs and ass.
On the inside, you can hear the screams of those suffering in the 9th circle of Hell from Dante’s Inferno and how they beckon for you to join them. On the outside, however, you appear calm, cool, collected, and… very still. Yuji has been staring at you as you scream in agony from the inside, weirded out and growing increasingly concerned.
“M.C… you there? Are you oka-” He gets cut off as you stand up abruptly.
“I’m fine. I’m doing great, actually! No worries, Yuji! ♡” Yuji chooses to ignore your random aegyo, which scared him more than you being still for too long.
“Could you please put everything on the table?” You begin to walk towards your living room table, memories of Friday night, when you snuggled up to Yuji, desperate for the comfort and warmth that his muscular body is amazing at providing, flash in your mind… Ugh, he really is a sweet guy.
“Mhm! No worries, let me get some glasses of water for us as well-” He can’t help but pause as he watches you walk… or rather attempt to walk to your table. “You know, M.C., you kinda remind me of that video of Tana Mongeau walking like a cokehead in front of the paparazzi…”
Scratch that, he isn’t a sweet guy. He’s a fucking bitch, and he’s lucky as shit that you’re in too much pain to even try lunging at him in anger. You glare daggers dipped in the most dangerous poisons at him as you sit (flop) onto the pillows next to your little table.
You choose peace, you choose serenity, you choose love. You choose not to attack him because you appreciate your best friend despite the bullshit, lies, abuse, and cruel treatment (You cannot move.)
Yuji comes to the table, unintentionally (probably intentionally) showing off how he can walk around perfectly fine with no problems with a hop and a skip. He’s almost reminiscent of that scene from The Sound of Music.
“Here you are, my handsome sir~ Your four-cheese B.L.T. and a glass of water… we do hope you enjoy~” He says with admittedly infectious enthusiasm. Despite the snark and banter, his infectious energy does bring a smile to your face this early Sunday morning. He plops down next to you and gets out his breakfast as well. With him sitting next to you, you catch a whiff of his scent. Ah, his classic favourite, Ralph Lauren Polo Black… the woody scent brings you down to Earth, the masculine scent making you feel safe and warm.
“Thanks, Yuji, I do appreciate this. I’m obviously not in the best form today to make breakfast or do anything, really.” You look at him with a deadpan face. “Must be nice being a top... Not having to deal with soreness or anything, and y’know, limping like a goddamn zombie. Hmph.” You say bitterly.
He takes a big nom of his donburi, his cheeks puffing cutely. He looks at you in response to your words, his head tilting innocently, as if he didn’t fuck your ass and throat like Asmodeus, the Demon of Lust, possessed him yesterday. The duality of man…
“Whatever.” You’re hungry, and that sandwich is calling your name with enticement and seduction.
God willing, you won’t kill Yuji today.
Time goes by.
The sounds of you two chomping down on your food like the young hungry men you are fill your space alongside the ambience of Tokyo, the atmosphere of the room cozy and light-hearted.
Without much else to do while eating, you watch Yuji as he scoops spoonfuls of his donburi into his mouth while playing a mobile game. His cheeks continue to puff up with food as he noms and munches, you can’t help but envision a pink fluffy squirrel, the cute picture in your mind then making you shake your head to get it out of your head.
This is a sight that you find yourself funnily blessed to be able to see. Itadori Yuji, the golden boy of the university’s Education program. The tall, handsome, and strong guy whom professors praise and other students stare at in envy, admiration, and attraction. The guy that even the cooler students senior to him want to hang out with and invite to parties and gatherings. The rumoured playboy heartthrob who can make other students' jaws drop from how handsome he is.
That same guy is sitting on your apartment floor stuffing his face like he’s the embodiment of the sin of gluttony as he whines to himself about how bad the power creep in Honkai: Star Rail has gotten (which, true.) You’re sure his fanboys would pass away, seeing as the real Yuji, the Yuji behind closed doors, would shatter the princely heartthrob image of him that they have created in their delusional heads.
As Yuji turns off his phone in frustration, you finish your sandwich by then, wiping your face with one of the napkins provided. “You know, complaining about how hard the game is while still using Clara of all characters is deeply unserious…”
He looks at you sharply, “You still use Dr. Ratio of all characters, I don’t wanna hear anything from you.” He crosses his arms and looks away. “Not my fault I don’t wanna spend thousands on every new and shiny DPS character like trashbag Firefly just for them to become ass a few months later.”
“You don’t understand Dr. Ratio like I do. Leave my man alone. I’ll always love my… no longer S-tier king…” Now you’re sad.
“Fucking whatever man...” He quickly scarfs down the rest of his food without his phone distracting him. With one final big swallow, he plops down to slouch against the couch. “That was fucking great… You enjoyed your food too?”
“Mhm, I did. Again, thanks for the food. I think a lot of guys just ditch the guys they fuck the morning after, sometimes not even leaving a note or anything… So, hey, bonus points for being a great guy!” You say with a thumbs up.
“... You know I’m your best friend and not some random one-night-stand, right?” He looks at you blankly. “And, excuse you, I don’t see you thanking me for cleaning you, washing your bedsheets, blankets, and pillows, and clothing you…” He says with a huff.
…
Now that you think about it, he’s right. You look at your body and, despite the… multiple marks left on you… You’re clean and wearing fresh clothes, one of your oversized t-shirts that has Bakugou’s face on it, along with a comfy pair of sweatpants. You then look at your bed; damn, despite the crazily messy and wild sex you two had, it’s like it never happened. Everything, including the headboard, is clean and completely devoid of cumstains, nice.
“Ah… damn, you’re good.” You look at Yuji in appreciation. “Thanks, Yuji. I say this without sarcasm. I appreciate the things you do, especially considering the circumstances. You didn’t have to do any of that, and God knows, I wouldn’t even be able to think of doing laundry without writhing in pain.”
He looks at you warmly. “Hey, c’mon, now I was just kidding. But yeah, no problem… I figured I owed you for making me feel so damn good. You help me bust more than 20 nuts and I’ll do anything for ya~” He says with a wink. “I must say though, you were knocked the fuck out. I mean, I bathed you, clothed you, and even placed you on the floor so I could clean the bed, and you didn’t wake up once! Damn, I fuck so hard I can put someone out of commission for a whole day! Man, I’m good!~” He exclaims happily with a flex of his biceps.
You stare at him, unblinking. “Yeah, you’re the best, such an alpha male… such a chad…” You let the sarcasm drip from your tongue. But… fuck, he does look hot as hell when he does that. “Wait, you placed me on the floor? Just… left me there?”
“... Yeah?” He tilts his head questioningly. “What about it?”
“You know I have a couch, right?” You stare at the couch that you’re both quite literally leaning on. “You could have put me there… You could have laid my aching body on my comfy little couch…”
“Oh! Yeah, you’re right!” He says with a noticeably shaky and stiff smile, ‘Fuck, he’s right,’ written all over his face.
…
……
………
You sigh with as much exasperation as humanly possible. You can’t be too mad, he does a lot for you, and his intentions are always noble at the end of the day… even if you want to rip off your hair as well as his on most days.
“Anyways, think you could tell me a bit more about your place?” You remember that thanks to Yuji, finding a new place to live might be an effortless endeavour, and effortless is exactly what you need right now. “It’d be nice to know a lil’ bit before checking it out in person.”
“Oh, yeah, fair enough.” He settles into a more comfortable position before continuing, “Including me, it’s six guys.” Six?! “And before you say ‘Six?!', don’t worry, there’s actually plenty of space and three washrooms.” Three washrooms?! “And before you say ‘Three washrooms?!’, no, it isn’t an abandoned base or something. It’s a pretty decent place, I think you’ll like it, M.C.!”
“Hmm, I do trust you, Yuji, and you definitely wouldn’t bring up the idea if you thought I would hate it. Question, 6 guys, right? So, how many bedrooms are there?” You’ve gotten used to having your own space and… your taste in decor is the type that most guys would double-take, no, triple-take at.
“Ah! No worries, we all have our own bedrooms!” He says with a nonchalant smile.
Huh?
“6… bedrooms… three washrooms? This definitely sounds like an abandoned base to me. Yuji, what the fuck?” It’s starting to sound more and more suspicious. But… the only reason you’re still open to the idea is because you do trust Yuji, and he definitely isn’t broke enough to be living that life.
“I know, I know… but just trust me, you’ll see the place and you’ll be speechless!” He exclaims excitedly.
Does he realize… that does nothing to appease your suspicion? If anything, it makes it worse!
“... Do you live with criminals and drug addicts?” You ask bluntly.
“Uh? Do I… seem like the type to associate with those types of people?” He feigns offence. “I mean… The way I fuck is criminal, and my cock is pretty damn addicting it may as well be a drug and-” Your glare shuts him up.
“Ehehe… but no, the guys I live with are actually pretty cool! One of them actually works at one of the best software companies in Japan! So, no worries. They’re chill and very normal guys.” He pauses and thinks for a second. “For the most part…” He whispers that last part.
“Alright, that actually makes me feel better… if I ignore that last part, which I am.” Your interest is piqued, and considering your imminent eviction, it’d be wise to work fast and to see if this will be a good option for you, to get this obstacle out of the way as fast as possible. “I’d be down to check it out with you sometime, if that sounds good to you?
The smile on his face was looking more and more forced; he was wondering if he really was that bad at selling the idea of you taking his room at this place (Spoiler alert: he was bad at it. Very, very bad at it). But hearing that you were still open to the idea and even wanted to check out the place brought the light back to his smile.
“Fuck yeah!” He pumps a fist in the air.
“Sure, that sounds good to me. I’m just gonna send a quick text to Nanami-san and let him know that I’m bringing you over. He’s been asking if I knew another who could take my room… maybe you getting evicted was destiny~” He pulls out his phone, it being just as pink as him. “Ah! Nanami-san is one of the guys who lives there; he owns the place, so he’s kind of like the man of the house. He’s a nice guy… though, he certainly likes to speak like the businessman he is, even out of the office…” He starts writing up a quick text, an eager smile on his face. “I don’t think he’s home yet… he rarely ever is, but he’s aware of what’s going on and likes to be updated.”
With not much information to go on concerning this “Nanami-san” guy, you think of another question. “Hey, do you have any photos of the place? Seeing what it looks like ahead of time could help make the decision much easier.” You easily catch the falter in Yuji’s smile. “What?” Suspicious…
“About that, haha, Nanami-san and the other guys have this whole ‘no photos’ rule for the place. For privacy reasons.” He looks at you innocently. “Hehe…”
Suspicious!!!!!!!!
“Yuji, I will ask again. Are you living with drug lords?” You ask sternly. “Not even a photo of the outside? Come on now…”
“I know it sounds bad…” He gets on his knees into a dogeza position. “Please! I know it sounds sus but, c’mon… You trust me, yeah? You know I’m just bad at explaining things sometimes… Please, trust me like you always do?” He looks up at you with puppy eyes.
Aww… those eyes are too adorable, he almost looks hurt. Okay… maybe you were teasing him just a little bit too much. Of course, you trust him, and he trusts you just as much. He’s always been a sweet guy with good intentions… mixed with ulterior motives, and you know he’d never put you in a risky or harmful situation. But, again, being able to see Yuji like this when no one else can? Ah~ Such a privilege.
You raise a hand and bring it to him, to which he flinches but accepts whatever comes his way.
…
He feels your hand, but rather than pain, he finds himself melting onto the floor from your touch instead, seeing as you started to ruffle his hair affectionately.
“Alright, alright, I trust you, duh. Let me have some fun and tease you, yeah? Sure, it sounds suspicious, but yeah, you’re just ass at explaining things.” You scratch his scalp, which he enjoys. “Did that Nanami-san guy give you the go-ahead?”
He fumbles for his phone for a few seconds, but he finds it and quickly opens up his messaging app. “Ah! Yeah, he always answers fast… if you have his personal number at least.” He sets his phone onto the floor. “He said I can bring you whenever works best for you. He probably won’t be there because when is he ever… but he trusts me, so it’s all good!”
With a plan set, you can feel your body deflate slightly from relief. Most people who get eviction notices probably don’t get opportunities like this, so you may as well relax when you can and count your blessings.
“Alright, I like the sound of that.” You’re eager… maybe too eager, as when you try to get up and get ready to head out… You fall right back onto the floor with a grunt of pain. Right… you got fucked near death recently… “Ahem, so he said whenever works, yeah? I think my body needs another 24 hours of sleep to fully recover from the brutal fucking you gave me. Think we could go tomorrow night?”
He looks up at you from his position on the floor. “M.C., we have a study sesh, you never skip those.”
“I need a place to live, Yuji… I think it’ll be fine. And don’t think I can’t see the relief on your face at the opportunity to skip studying…” You flick his ear, to which he lets out a whine.
“Ow… hehe, yeah, got me there~ Come on, M.C., we are the Top 2 ranked students in our program right now, we can afford to skip one night, it will be fine.”
“Yeah… yeah, you’re right.” You slump onto the couch. “Alright then, tomorrow night it is. I don’t know what to expect, no thanks to you… But I am intrigued.”
He slumps next to you. “This works for me, I definitely need to clean my room before you come over… I’ll do that, then I’ll pick you up from here, that work for you?”
“Mhm. Until then…” You drag yourself up to stand and hobble to your bed. “The world doesn’t need me right now.” You flop face-first into the soft, freshly washed sheets and enjoy the fruity scent from the detergent.
Yuji shakes his head at your adorable antics and gets up to toss the trash. “Alright… I’m gonna head to my place if that sounds good to you? I’m gonna let the guys know what’s up.” He walks to the door and catches the thumbs-up from you, your face still in the sheets. “See ya~” You reply similarly before he closes the door, locking the door with the secret key you left hidden near the door.
The soundscape of Tokyo hasn’t changed; the cicadas, salarymen, and vehicles still create that same lively atmosphere outside. You check your phone to check the time, your lock screen of a muscular, shirtless, and sweaty Bakugou greeting you. 12:02 PM… eh, late enough for you to call it a day considering the circumstances, both physical and not.
Planting your face back onto your bed, kissed to warmth by the sunlight, you ponder for a bit.
A house with 5 other guys. That’s definitely a complete jump from what a reclusive dork like you is used to. Even sharing with one other guy that isn’t Yuji seems daunting, but… can you even afford to be picky? Sometimes convenience has to be chosen over comfort, and that seems to ring true, especially now. You’re admittedly not sure how to feel, but with Yuji there, it should be fine.
You don’t know what to expect, but it’ll be fine, surely.
…
So, you didn’t know what to expect, sure, but could anyone expect to see something like this?
Let’s recap first.
Today wasn’t anything particularly special. After another 20-ish hours of sleep, your body has recovered fairly well. Now, rather than walking like Tana Mongeau, you’re more or less walking like…a MovieStarPlanet character. Stiff but not enough for anyone to think “Damn, so he got fucked fucked.”
Classes were chill, with your test being moved and all. It was nothing but boring lectures for shit you already knew, so you and Yuji took full advantage of your back-of-the-lecture-hall seats and decided to play on your 3DSs and do some Multi-Battle runs on the Pokémon Sun and Moon Battle Tree. You guys ended up losing a match later on, and Yuji yelled in anger, which got some stares, but with a charming smile and an apology, everyone moved on.
You guys only had morning classes, so after finishing lunch at the central cafeteria, you figured you’d go home and take a nap and then get clean and dressed well to check out Yuji’s place. As you and Yuji went your separate ways, he said he’d pick you up later tonight, to which you agreed.
So fast forward to now…
As promised, Yuji is waiting for you in front of your apartment complex. Sounds normal, yeah? It’s nothing new, he always waits for you downstairs so you can catch the bus or subway to go to the university, gym, or some place you two choose to fuck off to.
So what’s weird, then?
Well, maybe, juuuust maybe, it’s the fact that Yuji is waiting for you in the driver’s seat of a sleek-looking black car. And not just your everyday sleek-looking black car (Not sure if those are ‘everyday’ things to begin with, but whatever), this thing looks… beautiful. It looks like something one of the richest and most handsome hosts in Tokyo would drive to pick up his date and proceed to take him to the priciest restaurants in the city. This car looks like the type Instagram models would risk everything for just to take a photo next to it. It looks like a car that you could have some sweaty and passionate car sex in… okay, you’re losing it.
Such a pristine and luxurious looking creature and… there’s another creature in the driver’s seat munching on a Teriyaki Chicken Sandwich from the nearby McDonald’s… is that… okay?
With eyes filled with nothing but questioning, you approach the car, Fjallraven shoulder bag in tow. Yuji rolls down the car window, all nonchalant as he munches as if he’s been doing this every night since you met. “Hey, cutie~ Gonna hop in?” He finishes his sandwich and pats the passenger seat expectantly. “The clock’s a ticking and I wanna go home~” He has to know that this is… well, very unusual! He definitely knows your mind is racing with ten million questions, but you bet he’s enjoying the look on your face; that’s the type of friend he is.
Still stunned into silence, you circle the car, open the passenger door, and take a seat.
…
Holy. Fucking. Fuck.
A crisp and masculine wave of sandalwood and patchouli-scented cologne embraces you.
The interior of the car, rather than screaming, sings luxury. It isn’t loud or brash in its opulence; it's subtle and lets its dark wooden thematics and quality do the speaking. Rather than gleaming with the cutting-edge features, lights, and details you see in sports cars in those hypebeast videos, it sings old money; it signals to you that this car is cared for and was made not just to impress, but to bring comfort and to last.
You take your seat and immediately melt from the comfort that the plush seating provides, the plush woollen fabric caressing your skin and clothing tenderly.
But your shock and questions bring you back to the real world, and you turn your gaze away from the car’s interior to look at Yuji. He’s looking back at you with a smug smile, definitely enjoying watching your reaction and how you’re processing what’s happening. He knew this would make your brain malfunction, of course, he did.
“So.” You try to start, not even sure where to start. “Did you rob someone?” Well, that wasn’t your first choice of words, but again, you didn’t know where to start.
“Ex-cuse me?” He feigns shock and offence, amused by your words. “How dare you think that Yuji Itadori, the golden boy of UTokyo’s Education Degree Program, would rob someone? They say I’m a prince, y’know? What prince would do something as shameful as that, hmm?” Well, someone’s having fun.
“You know what? My fault for asking something dumb like that.” You clear your throat, the cloud of astonishment slowly petering away in your mind. “So… a car, huh? A pretty nice, no, a pretty fucking bougie one at that! You’re telling me that we have been taking the subway and bus when all this time we could have-” Yuji quickly put a finger to your lips and shushed you.
“Ah-ah. I know what you’re thinking.” He places his hands on the wheel. “This car, unfortunately, isn’t mine. And no! I didn’t steal it. I mentioned to one of the guys who was home that you were coming over to look at the place, and he asked if I wanted to drive you over in his car. I figured it’d be stupid to say no, especially since I knew your reaction would just be absolutely delicious~ I think he wanted you to be impressed and to anticipate the kind of guy you might live with.”
“... Drug lords have expensive cars…” Yuji looks sharply at you, unamused. “Sorry, sorry~” You raise your hands in surrender, still in awe as you take in the interior design. “That’s nice of him, and I definitely am impressed and curious. But, uh… is he a goddamn celebrity or something? I’m no cardude or anything, but anyone can tell that this beauty is… well, bougie as fuck.”
Yuji sets the gear stick to drive and slowly drives onto the main roads. “Mmm, nah. He’s just a bodyguard.” He says nonchalantly.
“... Is he guarding King Charles or some shit? I don’t know much about that life, but I’d assume most bodyguards don’t just own these types of cars.”
“Pfft, nah. He isn’t most bodyguards. But yeah, he’s the primary bodyguard for a pretty damn important guy, I’d say.” He keeps his eyes on the road, and you must say… with the lights from the HUD and the Tokyo night scene and one hand on the steering wheel, Yuji looks very handsome and manly like this. It’s a new sight.
You sink into the plush seat and process that information. “Hm, okay, well that’s much better and acceptable than a drug lord.” You run your hand on the soft woollen fabric of the seat. “God, I can’t get over how beautiful this thing is. I’m surprised he’d just let anyone drive it.”
“Hah! C’mon, cutie, we know I’m not just anyone~ Besides, between you and me, this guy really likes to impress people, even if he’d never admit it himself.” He taps his fingers on the steering wheel, driving very comfortably.
“You seem to know this guy pretty well. You close with the guys you live with?”
“Oh yeah, for sure. I’m pretty chill and close with them… some more than others. There are some clashing personalities in the house, but we all get along at the end of the day. I think I’ll definitely miss it…” He says wistfully. “I think you’ll get along with them, too! As long as you don’t hide in your room all day… which I know you’ll do anyway.”
“You know me so well, Yuji~” You say acceptingly. “But can you blame me? Going from my cozy little private space to sharing a place with five other guys? Give me some grace and time to adjust…”
“Oho? Babyboy feeling nervous? Eh, only one of the guys is home tonight, so it’s fine. You won’t be overwhelmed, and I’ll be there with you. The guys are nice... in their own ways. Some of them are just… unique. Again, in their own ways, haha…”
You look at him, some skepticism on your face.
“Um… hehe… hey, to ease your nerves… I’ll play some music and you can rest and absorb the beautiful and dazzling Tokyo nightscape, yeah? It’ll look just like those citypop playlist videos you use when we study and pull all-nighters at your place!”
Tempting… very, very tempting. Who knows when you’ll get the opportunity to have a main character moment like this again? Seated comfortably on a plush seat, head on the window as you gaze at the city lights and the tall, endless concrete jungle. He’s right, you do love those citypop playlist videos, and it would be nice to emulate those vibes.
“Alright, my chauffeur~” You lounge comfortably and rest your head on the window. “I trust you to bring the best vibes on the way to your place. I’m trusting you with the music.”
“Of course, monsieur… You can trust me, I know the best music for you at this moment.” He fidgets with the HUD screen and opens the music app.
You stare with relaxed but excited eyes at the passing buildings and cities. You pass by random stores, people dressed in all sorts of outfits, and various colours and lights, and you’re reminded just how large and alive this city is. How everything moves forward, even if you’re going through your best or worst of times, no one is aware of your joy or struggles. It’s cruel, but it also brings you solace. No matter how tough a time you’re going through, you’re just a speck of dust on this floating rock, and life can always become peacefully mundane and boring once the tide settles down.
You close your eyes, hearing Yuji fiddle with the HUD, and you relax in the warm embrace of the luxurious car seat.
For now, just enjoy yourself.
Not even five seconds after you close your eyes, music starts to play from the car’s luxury speakers. The sound clear, vibrant, and full.
The soft strum of a guitar begins to resonate throughout the vehicle, and you can feel yourself floating with the music, carried away to a higher realm. The music caresses your skin as… uh… wait a minute… is this-
Pick up the pen, put it on the paper
Write on my skin, bring me to life...
Upon hearing the first set of lyrics, you open your eyes, taken out of your trance, to stare at Yuji with baffled eyes that scream, “What the fuck?” But that’s not enough, so you say it yourself just to voice and emphasize how baffled you are.
“Yuji, what the fuck is this?” You ask questioningly. “Why are you playing this song?” You’re trying not to laugh at the absurdity of his music choice. He was supposed to make you feel like a citypop playlist video. Instead, you feel like you’re on Kylie Jenner’s Snapchat story circa 2016, X-Pro II filter, Arizona Iced Tea, dog nose filter, and all.
He tilts his head innocently as he drives. “I wanted to choose a song that signified your new start… You know, how you’re starting a new chapter of your life. I thought a sentimental song would give you melancholic and self-reflective vibes.” He looks genuinely proud of his music choice.
His words and the cute look on his face do tug at your heartstrings, but what must be said must be said.
“... That’s cute and all, but… You chose Write on Me by Fifth Harmony? Of all fucking songs? Of all fucking artists?” You start to snicker to yourself. “Yuji, that is so fucking unserious…”
“Aw, c’mon, M.C.! I thought it was a good choice! Does it not make you feel all sentimental and ready to start this new path in your life?” He whines, trying to justify his decision.
“Yuji… how can I take a Fifth Harmony song seriously when they probably didn’t take it seriously? I’m getting kicked out of my apartment, and the first song you play is this?”
He stays silent as that. “Well… ehe, it’s a good song, you can’t deny that.”
“What this song is is fuckass.” But as the song begins to reach the chorus, you feel something in your body activate.
…
“Okay… turn that shit up right now, I do fucking love this song, I can’t lie.” You get up from your comfy position and get ready to sing your heart out.
With a grin on his face that indicates that he knew you would understand his choice eventually, he taps the volume buttons and turns it up.
Write on me, colour outside the lines
Love the way you tat me up. Baby, take your time
The city is vibrant and effervescent, lit up by smiles and neon lights alike, and you and Yuji are happily singing along as he drives you down the garden of neon.
Write on me, write on me
Write on me, write on me
You both sway in your seats, invigorated by the light-hearted tune. As unserious and goofy as Yuji and his unpredictable decisions are, making you smile is as easy as breathing for him.
The song comes to an end, but you aren’t at your destination yet.
The drive is still a few minutes away from being over.
The next song in Yuji’s queue comes up, and the car is filled with the sounds of stilettos clicking on pavement and smooth vocals.
There’s a reason I walk like this
My baby, he be loving on this
Seriously? You look at Yuji sharply once more, again, baffled by his music choices for tonight. Yuji can’t hold his laughter and laughs out loud as he drives, very much so aware of what he’s doing.
“Yuji, really?” You ask the bass rumbles in the car, and sassy vocals spread throughout. “I won’t ask if you’re trying to be funny because you clearly are. Mind telling me why you’re playing this song now? Hmm?” You ask sternly, as your body fights the urge to bust a dance move on your seat.
“You, haha- you love this song!” He says, amidst his stupid little snickers. “Come on… I saw this in your Spotify Wrapped last year! I know you’re trying your hardest not to shake some ass right now~”
Your feet betray you and start to tap to the rhythm. “I do, but really? You’re playing a song about not being able to walk properly because you got fucked too hard?” You ask, deadpan, while looking down at your legs. “Seems like you’re trying to say something here…”
He laughs out loud once more, his cheeks red and tears forming on his face. “Yeah, I am.” He admits as he sways in his seat to the beat. “Hey sweetie, you gotta admit, you’re not feeling nervous anymore, are you?” He smiles brightly, eyes still on the road.
Well.
Ugh… he got you there. Well, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. Besides, when else are you gonna be able to bust it down to Walk Like This by FLO in a luxurious car like this?
“... Whatever.”
There's a reason I walk like this (I walk)
Side to side with a sway in my hip (sway, sway)
When he do it, he be workin' that shit (yeah)
And every night he got me wantin' more of it
Soon enough, you and Yuji are once again dancing and singing along to this cheekily vulgar song, the lights gleaming on your faces, the car serving as a space for you two to sing your hearts out with no interruptions.
You’re almost at your destination, slowly but surely.
As much fun as you ended up having with Yuji’s interesting music picks, you were done with him indirectly picking on you through music. As such, you forcefully took control over the music for the rest of the ride and actually played some citypop playlist video vibe music so that you could really soak in the atmosphere and view of the city. You took the initiative to envelop the car in the nostalgic but light-hearted tune of S. Kiyotaka and Omega Tribe’s ANOTHER SUMMER album, the 80s instrumentals and dreamy vocals making Yuji’s fingers tap on the steering wheel to the beat. The song Futari no Nastu Monogatari surrounds you two in an atmosphere reminiscent of an old-style romance scene where you’re driving near the beachside.
For the remaining duration of the ride, you found yourself enraptured by the view outside your window. The surrounding area gradually changed around you. What once surrounded you were the otaku-infested streets and anime-themed stores, restaurants, and cafés of Akihabara; now, you can see nightclubs, classy, pricey and traditional restaurants alike, and people dressed for a night out, a visualscape that can only belong to Minato City. You see a myriad of people entering and leaving cocktail lounges, jazz clubs, and pulsing dance clubs.
As is expected with the vibrant, lively, and extremely busy nightlife of Minato City, a pause in traffic has occurred, much to Yuji’s frustration, his exasperated sigh not going unnoticed. Well, some more time in this comfortable seat doesn’t sound bad to you.
Without much else to do, people watching from this vehicle’s tinted windows sounds like your best bet for entertainment.
The streets are crowded, and you can faintly feel the pulse of the bass coming from the various nightclubs that surround you. People dressed in various outfits ranging from casual and dance-ready to skimpy and hook-up intended walk in and out of the clubs, sometimes stumbling from intoxication. For a social recluse such as yourself, this just looks like an overstimulating hell, and you just don’t understand how Yuji can enjoy things such as this… oh, to be a social butterfly and the University’s golden boy…
Perhaps it’s because you’re a gay loser, but your eyes naturally gravitate to the countless attractive men in the crowd, appreciating the tight t-shirts that all of them are for some reason wearing. Well, clubs are crowded and probably getting musty and hot as well… you thank whoever created nightclubs because the eye candy is an absolute blessing as you remain in this traffic jam.
As your eyes glaze over the crowds, you spot one of the loudest and flashiest nightclubs and immediately hone in on the bouncers that guard the place. Built like tanks, a group of men stand guard over the place like pillars, allowing people in or rejecting people with no room for negotiation. They’re all dressed similarly, tight black t-shirts that embrace their broad and muscular torsos and leave no room for imagination, black tactical pants that serve as easy storage for their equipment, but also hug their thick asses and strong thighs, and black tactical boots that could easily break a bone with a good kick. These men are dressed ready to assess, guard, and kill, but you wouldn’t be surprised if they also served as free eye candy and an incentive for people to choose this club amidst the many others. They’re fucking hot. They’re so beefy that their tight black shirts easily show the definition and curves of the shoulder muscles, pecs, and clear-cut abs; it’s downright sinful and considering the people crowding the entrance, it’s a good strategy.
But the man in the center? That is a man who could bring you to your knees with just his eyes alone; he wouldn’t need to speak at all. He could call you anything, and you would accept it. He could tell you to do anything, and you’d do it just to satisfy him and see even an inkling of a smile. He could press his boot-heavy foot on your cock, and you’d thank him and worship his existence for even acknowledging you while clinging to his thigh and grinding into his foot. All these vulgar and nasty images of naughty acts manifest in your head just from looking at this man, the tent in your pants making you press your knees together.
He isn’t just muscular, he’s a fucking tank. Rather than lean, he’s pure all-masculine bulk; his muscles and mass send a clear message, “Fucking try me, bitch.” At 6’5”, the herculean man stands menacingly above everyone, his colleagues included, and you can tell that his presence alone makes the club-goers act properly, not wanting to anger this beast. And as hulky and muscular as he is, his handsome good looks should be praised just as much. His face belongs on the cover of daddy dom pornography covers; he just screams smug, brutal, and tough. The scar on his lips and his straight, black mid-length hair give him a rough edge and indicate that he doesn’t even have to try to look handsome, sexy, and menacing all at once. A smirk in your direction from this man alone could easily make you splurt the inside of your pants with bucketloads of cum.
You would expect a man with his build and in his position to be stoic and serious on the job, but… that seems to be far from the case. He’s doing his job just fine, determining whether someone can enter or not, and doing body checks for suspicious objects and substances, but he’s definitely having his fair share of fun as well. He occasionally looks behind him to check out the asses of some of the cute guys that were allowed entrance with a smirk and lick of his lips, and when some of the cute guys he’s assessing flirt with him and feel up his body, he eagerly reciprocates and hugs them to his huge body and squeezes their asses with his huge, rough hands, sometimes even sneaking his hands into their pants, before he pushes them towards the club with a dirty grin and a laugh. Damn, you’re not exactly sure if that’s okay to do on the clock, but… fuck, that just makes him even sexier.
And your eyes, the ravenous pair that they are, can’t help but notice the huge fucking bulge in this man’s tight pants. You don’t even know if he’s hard or not from the guys he touches and eye fucks, but what you do know is that even if he was flaccid, he’s fucking packing and could fuck you to another realm of existence with that huge cock. His bulge stands prominently and proudly, him not giving a fuck at all and not even trying to hide it, the grin on his face, his crossed arms, and his intentionally jutted forward hips perhaps indicating that he knows and just wants everyone to know and salivate over how huge his dick is. God, that’s hot, and it’s 100% working on you.
If only you were just a little bit closer to him, even a social recluse like you would get on your knees in front of him just so you could fumble with his zipper and pull his cock out. You’d do anything to suck and worship his thick, large, and meaty-
THWACK
In your horny trance, you were unable to register Yuji’s shout of happiness as traffic started to move again, and as such, stepped on the gas pedal… resulting in you bumping your head on the glass window.
“SHIT! Ow…” You rub your forehead and glare at Yuji, trying to make his head explode with your nonexistent sorcerer powers. “So you couldn’t let a guy know that you’re gonna step on the gas? Ok, bitch.” You plop onto your seat, the sexy man fading into the distance… so long.
“First of all, bitch, wipe that drool off your chin.” You quickly swipe your chin with your sleeve, fuck. “Second of all, I did say something, but you were busy drooling, and there’s only one thing you drool over, and I would know because you drool over mine sometimes~” He snickers to himself. “And, last of all, we’re actually close now.”
At that, you look out the window to see… nothing but the tallest and most luxurious high-rise building spanning across the distance. Close? To… where Yuji lives? Huh?
“I was watching you, you know~” His words interrupt your train of thought.
“... No, you weren’t…” You say, trying to act like you didn’t slobber like a dog. “You saw nothing. Nope. There was nothing to watch.” You look out the window, not wanting to see the knowing smile on his face.
“I can’t blame ya, M.C., the guys around here are always hot as fuck.” He chuckles before remembering something. “Hey, one of the guys I live with actually does a bouncer side-gig around here… never cared enough to ask which club he works at though... You’ll meet him soon enough… maybe much later if you’re lucky.”
His final words don’t go unnoticed, but before you can ask what he meant by that, the building he drives you towards takes your breath not just away, it shoves it right up your ass.
Moto-Azabu Hills, you know the name of this building. God, who in this city fucking doesn’t?
Located in Moto-Azabu, one of, if not Tokyo’s most luxurious and upscale districts, is perhaps the most opulent residential building in the city. You’ve heard the stories from people at school, and you see videos of it appear on your social media feeds. Embraced by lush greenery, it’s the perfect coalescence of nature and urbanism. And at night, its lights make it a standout presence amidst the many buildings in this district of abundance.
The colossal building reflects in your eyes, its radiant and ever-grand presence enrapturing you, as such a sight is not something you are used to, and you figured you’d never experience going inside a building like this, so why even consider or daydream about it?
That being said… why is Yuji driving underground into the parking garage of this place?
Why is Yuji slowly parking in a designated parking space?
Why is the parking garage so clean and luxurious? It’s a parking garage, who cares?
Yuji turns off the car, the music cutting off abruptly, signalling the end of your trip. He notices your stunned face and can almost hear the millions of questions racing in your head, and sighs. He steps out of the car, circles to your door and opens it, his foot tapping incessantly.
“Well? No point in sitting and doing nothing here. C’mon… I lowkey have to piss really fucking bad, so let’s go!” He says impatiently.
…
You just stare at him like a fish, still not comprehending the current situation.
“UGH… duuuude!” He grabs your arm and pulls you to stand. “You don’t even look this dumb when you get your brains fucked out…” He shuts your door and locks the car with the keys.
He grabs your hands and walks you to the elevator, your eyes just wandering around at superspeed. There are lights, partitions, and… plants in this garage? Whoever gets paid to water and tend to those must make millions at least…
You both stop at the elevator, and Yuji presses a sleek, black card to the scanner next to the shiny, golden elevator.
“All right… it’ll probably take a while for the thing to get down here…” He crosses his arms and continues to tap his feet on the ground. Is this… normal for him? Why are you both here? Why does he have a black card that summons an elevator?
WHY ARE YOU HERE?
Was Yuji secretly filthy rich? It doesn’t make sense. For the past two years, you two have always taken the bus and subway, eaten cooked meals and sometimes take-out at your place, and always split the bill when you went out. But all of a sudden, he’s driving you in a luxury, vintage car, and he brought you into what’s possibly the most expensive residential building in Japan?
It took a while, but it’s finally sinking in just how abnormal this all is. But you still can’t even speak.
The elevator finally lets out a ding that even manages to sound luxurious, and its golden doors open, revealing to you a sight not many eyes get the privilege of seeing—a little chamber, adorned with golden colours, dark wooden structuring, and a tiny little chandelier that lights up the elevator with the perfect amount of warm light.
The final detail, however, steals the show for you. Instead of being enclosed by four walls, one wall is replaced by glass, indicating to you that this is a floor-to-ceiling window, a foreshadowing of what view you can expect to see in a few seconds.
Yuji wraps an arm around your shoulders and walks both of you into the elevator, the sound of classic New York City jazz playing gently in the small space.
“Hah… fucking finally.” He rests both of you against a wall, giving you a perfect view of the window. “Takes a while to get down, takes a while to get up. It’s nice when you aren’t at risk of pissing your pants…” He shakes his head and closes his eyes, and raises his chin to the ceiling, seeming as if he’s praying that the journey up will take just one second. He’s either unaware of how crazy this is for you, or he’s too focused on trying not to piss his pants to even register that at all. “The drive was nice and cute, but fuuuck, that traffic jam made me regret getting a large Diet Coke…”
You notice that he doesn’t press a button. Actually, there is no button in here other than the emergency call button. So, this is a private elevator… okay, yeah sure, because that’s a totally normal everyday thing, SURE.
Alongside the elegant and old-timey aesthetic of this elevator, it’s also accompanied by the rich and creamy scent of pistachios, almonds, and caramel, heightening the luxurious feel and making you feel like you’re entering a different realm entirely.
As you get lost in the dreamy scent, the warm lighting, and the warm and safe feeling of Yuji’s muscular arm around your shoulders, the elevator finally begins its ascension. To where? You’re not sure, obviously, what the fuck could you ever know about this building that might be worth more than some towns on this planet?
“Fuuucking finally…” Yuji whispers exasperatedly to himself.
The shock has slightly, slightly, settled down to a level where you can register and react to your senses. You’re enjoying the scent, your feet feel nice on the soft plush carpet, and your eyes aren’t looking around at supersonic speed.
Yes, this is crazy. Yes, this is insane. But maybe… You guys are just here to pick something up? Maybe the guy who owns the car Yuji borrowed is visiting someone here, and he’s just dropping off the keys, and you’ll go somewhere else. Yeah, that makes sense.
Yeah, there’s no other possible explana-
You rise above the underground level, and lights pierce the window.
Your mind is silenced entirely. The only audible sounds are the soft jazz, Yuji’s tapping feet, and the sound of the elevator going up, and even those only get faintly registered by you.
The view before your eyes is nothing short of astounding. One second is all you need to know that many people die without ever getting to view something like this, from this point of view.
Lights, so many of them, all around. A vast palette of colours and shades, billboards of many variations, vehicles moving at various speeds and looking like little fireflies from this height, and Mt. Fuji, ever-watching and ever-protecting. It’s something that words could never do justice to.
The view gets more dazzling and expansive the higher and higher you go, and it strikes you just how large this city is. You can see the glimpses of Akihabara from here, and you realize just how out of your element and far from home you are, but you’re far too lost in awe to even think about that.
The look in your eyes and the feeling in your heart are rare because you don’t get the opportunity to be in absolute awe like this often, if ever.
What the hell are you doing here?
You’re not sure how long the ride up was; time didn’t exist to you for a moment as you were busy being enchanted by the endless Tokyo landscape. But eventually, though it seemed impossible, the elevator once again dinged that sound that was probably more expensive than your tuition, and the golden doors finally opened.
You still stare in awe outside the window before Yuji, with his arm still around you, leads you two out of the elevator.
For him, he’s walking into a familiar space. This is his everyday, he’s used to this place. Waking up here, messing around with the guys here, and just living life here when he isn’t with you.
But you? What you see and feel in this moment? No word or sentence could ever describe it.
…
Okay, so maybe Yuji doesn’t live with druggies in an abandoned base.
Notes:
sooooooooo is it giving??????? or not..... no mean words i will cry and not in the way u might like
i have a million ideas and scenarios and scenes in my head and i yearn to put them into words. they're filthy and raunchy thoughts, they're romantic and sweet thoughts, it's just an amalgamation of what my insane brain conjures up but trust i will put them into words for u ppl to see...
i also love to get rlly unserious and goofy with my writing sometimes... sorry not sorry
also... i didnt know if i should say shit like "Mr. Nanami" or "Nanami-san" bc i thought saying Nanami-san and Gojo-senpai would give weeb but also why would you say Mr. Nanami in japan? so i know it's written in english but imagine youre speaking japanese ok? so that i can say san, senpai, and shit without it giving weeb lmfao....
ty for reading and doing whatever it is ao3 ppl do... bookmarks, kudos and comments or whatever...
so thanks... mwah ! xx
but anyways this came out way faster than i thought it would ...! And it was my bday last week so i was busy having fun… fun being me and my friend driving around, taking a nap and watching the luca movie…
and clearly... this is a very self indulgent fic like im writing this for myself just as much as it is for the gay guys...
and i tend to insert my personal interests and experiences in my writing rn so oops if u dont like that well idk what to tell u bro but yeah
fun fact when i did a student exchange thing in japan in 2016, my host family took me to akihabara and koi ni naritai aquarium genuinely did play at every single fucking anime store we passed by like that song was everywhere but im a day 1 love live fanboy so i was having the time of my life....
also if u wanna know what the tana mongeau crackhead walk is... here: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/T-aHWCsli3U
and omg...? who is that bouncer that u were eye fucking???? i wonder... i hope i made it clear how sexy he is and if u need a reference for what his body in his fic is built like here is my inspo: https://www.instagram.com/reel/DHZxfxiNao7
im talking big boyyyyy big daddyyyy
anyways im talking too much… so u in the next one
bye handsome <3
Chapter 3: I read something like this on Wattpad once when I was 13...
Summary:
You didn't know what to expect once those golden gates opened.
But it wasn't this.
Decor and furnishings that easily cost millions, the boldly masculine yet intimately romantic scent of roses and cedarwood, and... an outdoor garden pulled straight out of a fairytale picture book?
Such a place shouldn't be real, but it is, and you're living in it.
Your story is just getting started, and you're about to meet one of the princes of this tale in the faintly lit glow amidst the flowers and lights.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
The distant call of angels. That’s what you hear as soon as the elevator doors open and warm lighting flows into the elevator.
A faint, enrapturing hymn. That’s what you hear as the feeling that you are entering a realm seemingly separate from your typical, ordinary world washes over your entire body.
Unbeknownst to you, your face is exactly like those you see in corny movies or anime, where golden lights shine over your face and stars start to appear in your eyes with a gentle breeze brushing you. Alternatively, you also look like those bottoms in BL manhwas when they see a huge cock, just in absolute awe and speechless… shoutout to Seo Chaejun from Unsleep, that’s a big fucking cock.
Yuji’s ready to step into his home and finally take a fucking piss, but with his arm still wrapped around you, he easily notices that you’re still stuck in place with your feet ingrained to the ground.
With a confused look, he looks to you and tries not to burst into laughter from how your face looks exactly like the “0.0” emoticon.
“Pfft! What the fuck?” After sneaking a quick pic of your face, he flicks your forehead, which instantly gets you out of your trance because, well, he’s a strong guy with huge hands, so that shit obviously sent pain down to your toes.
“AGH!” You rub your forehead. First, you slam your head on the car window earlier, and now this? Damn. God willing, your head won’t look like a damn Pokéball after tonight. “Okay, I know I went non-verbal for a bit, and I basically turned into a vegetable, but that was not necessary…” You rub your forehead in pain… again. “Bitch.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let’s just get inside, any more seconds and I am going to piss my pants.” He walks ahead into… only God knows where because you sure as hell don’t. “Uhhh… you can just sit in the living room, okay? I’ll be quick!” You hear his footsteps… make a slight echo(?) as he skitters away.
Well… at least you can hear him taking his shoes off. Thank God the no-shoes rule is alive and well here; it seems like this place is at least normal in that sense.
……
The soft jazz still gently plays in the elevator as you try to process the current situation.
So, Yuji just ditched you. In a building that you don’t know, on a floor you didn’t know how high it was, and still in an elevator that easily cost more than your personal worth. Best friend of the year, everyone.
As tempting as it is to stay in the elevator and wait for Yuji to come back, you do not want to risk the door closing with you still in it and potentially going back down. You definitely would have no idea what to do if that happened, but what you do know is that Yuji would 100% enjoy your struggle and would 100% screenshot your panicked text messages and torment you with them; he’s done it plenty of times before…
You grip your cardigan by the hem and take a deep breath.
Papa didn’t raise no bitch. You’re on your own, kid.
Taking your first step out of the elevator, you notice that it immediately closes after you walk out. Huh, guess it must have motion sensors or something and would’ve stayed there no matter how long if you just stayed. So you could have waited for Yuji… fuck.
You let out a sigh and accept that you must brave the path you have put yourself on.
It’s funny. You’re just checking Yuji’s place, which you may potentially end up living in. That’s all normal and should be fairly easy and unremarkable, right?
Sure, that would be the case if the past few hours didn’t just happen. Yuji drove you, in a luxury vintage car, to Moto-Azabu Hills. Then, he brings you into the building and takes you God know where, via a private old-timey decorated elevator with the most stunning view you’ll ever see, and you’re supposed to just act like this is an everyday thing?
How does one react to a situation like this? You’re sure that this is NOT your typical apartment tour.
…
You faintly feel like there’s an audience telling you to get on with it already and move on with the damn plot, like you’re in some damn story. But maybe that’s just a curious and impatient part of yourself that wants to see what this place looks like already.
Succumbing to your own curiosity, you turn away from the elevator’s golden doors to see just where Yuji has decided to bring you tonight.
Holy fuck.
Opulence.
Luxury.
Grandeur.
Splendor.
Those are the words that dance in your mind as your eyes take in the magnificent sight before you, and as the strongly masculine yet intimately romantic combined scent of roses and cedarwood embraces your body.
The scent creates an illustration in your mind; you’re in the comfortable, secure embrace of a high-calibre, well-accomplished man, his strong arms wrapped around your waist as you rest your face in his chest and breathe in his scent from his expensive dress shirt. You can even feel as he holds you with love and affection, like you're the most precious, valuable thing in his life, a man he’d fight the world just to protect and keep, and wine and dine to keep you satisfied.
You can only imagine what type of man owns a place like this.
As you walk further in, you walk further into a realm where luxury, masculinity, and comfort coalesce.
The first thing that catches your eye is just how truly large and expansive this place is. This isn’t an apartment; that’s been quite obvious. This is a penthouse, in all its glory. Floor-to-ceiling windows scattered throughout, two floors, and a black wooden staircase, this place easily eclipses your entire apartment building in terms of size and, obviously, calibre. You look up and assume that the ceiling must be at the same height as a school gymnasium.
Hanging from the ceiling’s dark brown wooden surface is a herculean-sized and ever-so-grand crystal chandelier accompanied by smaller lights similar in design. Its obsidian crystals and lights illuminate the night-darkened space in a warm light that bestows tranquillity and comfort.
Bringing your gaze to the living room, your eyes roam reverently over the mature, high-class, and dare you say, sensual visualscape that the choice in decor and furnishings presents. The living room is a space high in the clouds reserved for relaxation, leisure, late work nights, or late-night fun, and this space perfectly encompasses those intended purposes. The owner of this space has a clear taste for the finest things in life.
Intentionally built around a colour palette consisting of black, dark brown, dark red, and dark green, the space is vocal in its mature and masculine aesthetic.
To start, in the center are two large and very comfortable black couches that could easily serve as a bed, facing a 272” LG TV that you’ve only ever seen online on a wooden wall. Adorned on the wall are several paintings of different places around the world, ranging from Boracay in the Philippines to the Swiss Alps to the endless Yukon Territory lakes. The owner clearly is also a well-travelled man. Alongside the paintings are various artifacts and pieces of different cultures that are definitely commissioned and one of a kind, and must have cost seven figures.
Between the TV and the couches is a large dark walnut cube coffee table, with coasters, two laptops: one adorned with cute stickers and the other blank but pristine, some textbooks, and a glass vase filled with red roses placed in the center on top of it. You gain and appreciate the sense that, despite this space’s grandeur and strong presence, it’s well-lived in.
All the decor and furniture stand on a large custom enlarged cc-tapis x Gucci Clessidra rug, with its dark red colour and design completing the sophisticated look and feeling absolutely divine under your feet.
The scent of roses and greenery strengthens in aroma and potency as you walk around the living room, and your eyes hone in on a quaint sitting area in a nearby corner that also serves as a home library, judging by the colossal dark brown bookshelves surrounding the area. Surrounding the beanbag chairs, the bookshelves, the little dark green carpet, and the coffee table is a vast assortment of potted roses and other flowers and plants, indicating that someone here is quite the fan of plants and taking care of them.
But perhaps what takes your breath away from the concept of its sheer existence is the large outdoor balcony before you. No, it isn’t just a balcony; it’s a flowery secret from reality that could rival The Buchart Gardens, decorated by lanterns and custom-made glass decor. While still inside, you can see a large rose quartz statue carved into the form of a cherry blossom tree, a wooden gazebo decorated with fairy lights, hanging plants and vines, and couches that must be perfect for napping, snacking, studying, and intimate moments between lovers, and a pool adorned with lights that overlooks the seemingly endless expanse of Tokyo.
Can such a place exist not just in Japan, but in the entire universe?
Obviously, the man who owns this place is rich, but would it even be right to call him that? If you look around once more and truly think about it, rich may not even be a strong enough word to fully encompass this man’s opulence.
Yuji said his name was…. Nanami? Though it’s only one half of this for now, faceless rich man’s name, your imagination of what he may be like sends shivers of reverence and awe down your spine.
With your curiosity taking control of your footsteps, you quickly grab your shoes to stroll in the secret garden hidden from the world. With a gentle push on the pristine balcony doors, they open with no resistance, and you’re immediately met with an abundance of soft, floral scents that wash over you like kisses.
It’s inconceivable, at least, it totally should be. A realm like this shouldn’t be real, but it is. You shouldn’t be walking in a bountiful and lush garden above the clouds, but you are. You shouldn’t be strolling on a path surrounded by flora, decor, and lights next to a penthouse, but you are. You shouldn’t be walking up the wooden steps into the vibrantly evergreen gazebo that looks like it could home little fairies and butterflies, but you are.
The interior of the penthouse seems so far away and distant despite being a few footsteps away.
From the wooden and masculine interior that roars strong, bold, and successful to the ethereal and pristine balcony garden that you could envision Erutan serenading on the flowerbeds, this home is full of undiscovered surprises and stories, being anything but a predictable monolith.
Wanting to soak in the otherworldly atmosphere and to gather your thoughts, you sit on one of the dark green couches, covered by a quilt that easily exceeds your own worth. It’s soft, plush, and you sink into it effortlessly, the fairy lights and plants surrounding the interior and exterior easily making you forget why you are here in the first place and what brought you here.
You lay your head back on the couch and close your eyes.
Right. You’re getting evicted, and you only have a few days left before you get the boot. Your best friend Yuji is moving out of this place to move in with this guy he has a crush on and isn’t even dating yet… with no guarantee that they’ll even get together…
Smart decision? Honestly, no, but he’ll be fine… probably. More importantly… all this time and without you knowing… he’s been living like a king? No, whatever ranks higher than a king, more like. And he’s just… moving? Moving away from this place? What the fuck? What the everloving fuck?
But most importantly… You might be living here.
…
See, it’s easy to say in your head that you might be living here in the future. But… your eyes aren’t lying. Your nose isn’t lying. And your ass? Your ass is feeling AND enjoying the softness of this luxurious couch in a gazebo straight out of a fairytale. This isn’t normal. This is a world away from your world. This is a place for those in the highest echelons. All you are is a gay university student trying to get his Education degree who really likes to stay home, play games, and jerk off to gay sex. You can only imagine the other men who live here. Who are they? What do they do? What… do they look like?
A million different thoughts run around your mind, but you land on one final thought.
You’re going to be living with these guys.
…
Uh…
“I read something like this on Wattpad once when I was 13…” You mutter to yourself. “My dad sold me to One Direction…” Memories of staying up until 6 AM reading self-indulgent fanfiction flash through your mind. This situation is eerily familiar to those little pieces you used to read, except it’s less dad-selling-you and more best-friend-bringing-you-here, thankfully.
You shake your head before you get lost in the nostalgic delusions of Niall and Zayn fighting over you; those thoughts shall forever remain in 2013…
As you try to relax again and enjoy the night air, the gentle glow from the lights, and the aroma wafting around, you hear the balcony doors open.
You poke your head up just in time to see Yuji walking outside as well. It is nighttime, and the garden lights illuminate only so much. Visibility is somewhat limited, so he’s mostly shadowed and covered by the dark as he strolls further down, but that signature pink hair of his could easily be spotted and recognized light-years away.
Yuji strolls across the garden and stops right at the edge, leaning on the railing. He places his arms over the balcony and rests his head in his arms as he rests there, unmoving. That’s odd? You would think that he’d be looking for you by now after doing his business. You check your phone, and not even a text message from your pink-haired bestie.
Huh?
Figuring it’s time to get a move on and maybe check out Yuji’s room, you (reluctantly) stand up from the warm and tempting embrace of the couch and step down the stairs. You walk closer to your bestie, noting that your footsteps are fairly quiet on the grass amidst the sound of the gentle breeze and the outdoor garden pool.
…
A devious idea flashes in your mind to jumpscare him, but you remember that he’s literally standing on the edge of a balcony far above the clouds.
Now, does Yuji piss you off sometimes beyond compare? Yes. Does he make you want to pull your hair until you’re bald sometimes? Yes. Is Yuji your best friend who always somehow finds a way to keep you sane, is always there during your darkest moments, and is an irreplaceable partner to you? … Yes, you suppose. Therefore, you refrain from startling the man and gently call out to him when you get close enough.
“Hey, asshole.” His shoulders stiffen. “Thanks for ditching me and leaving me to fend for myself in this unfamiliar, lawless land. Best friend of the year, everyone~” You say with sarcastic enthusiasm. “But anyways, when the fuck were you ever gonna tell me you were secretly a rich bitch? I mean, damn, so we hung out at my basic ass apartment and took the fucking bus and subway when we could have driven around the city in a swanky ass car and could have fucke-”… Wait. Wait a minute.
Instant confusion stuns you into silence.
You didn’t realize it a few seconds ago, but now that you’re standing closer to him, you realize something is different about Yuji. You remember him wearing his signature hoodie and jeans combo earlier; it’s what he almost always wears except for when you both go to the gym.
So then… why is hearing a sleek black suit and dress shoes, dressed to the nines? All he said was that he needed to go to the washroom… not get ready for a fucking date or awards ceremony. He looks fucking amazing, why wouldn’t he?
Before you can ask why he got dressed up. Yuji turns around to meet your eyes.
You and Yuji have been besties for two years.
Alongside that, you have also been friends with benefits for quite some time.
You do anything and everything together, as long as it doesn’t involve going out to clubs and parties. He has other people for that.
Whether it be studying, eating, working out, playing video games, going on day trips, or fucking like beasts until the bedsheets are soaking wet, you’re together almost 24/7.
All of this is to say that you see each other’s faces so often that even if you or he may not be the greatest of artists, you could probably draw each other's faces from memory with clear precision.
He knows your face, and he knows yours.
And the thing is… Yuji doesn’t have face tattoos.
Yuji doesn’t have black markings on his face, scattered across his face with intent and messaging that you do not understand.
Unless he grabbed a marker and went to town on his face in the washroom for the few minutes you’ve been apart, you know damn fucking well that Yuji doesn’t have black tattoos marked across his face that speak of a story you don’t know.
You can ramble on and on in your head as much as you want about how this doesn’t make sense, while the pink-haired man starts to stare at you confusedly because you’re just standing in place staring at him like he grew a second head, but one thing is evidently clear.
This is not Yuji.
You don’t know this man.
But, he literally looks like Yuji. Well, that’s until you remember the black marks on his face that adorn his forehead, nose bridge, and from his jaw to his chin. Alongside his markings is a ruggedly rough appearance with a few scars dancing across his face.
And his eyes. Those ruby red eyes. Whereas Yuji’s light-brown eyes are always vibrant, mischievous, bright, and playful, usually all at once, this stranger’s eyes are unyielding, tough, dominant, and powerful. His eyes match his broadened and strong posture as he stands at full height, easily eclipsing you in height.
His scarred and marked visage, his domineering scarlet eyes, and his colossally broad and muscular body, hugged by his suave black suit, paint the picture of a man who could stomp you down into the pavement for just looking at him. His eyes, still confused, remain analytic and observant as he watches you…
You’re still not talking by the way… he’s definitely getting weirded out more and more…
And… you know it’s coming… You can feel it… You’re just a gay boy after all…
This stranger is…
So. Fucking. Hot…
Though his face is similar to Yuji’s, he has the battle-hardened, rugged look of a man who’s seen it all and fought through it all. The way his clean and sleek outfit deliciously contrasts with his appearance gives you the blissful delusional image of a man who’d be stoic and tough with everyone else, but with you… He treats you differently. Kisses you behind closed doors, holds your hand under the table when no one’s watching, and tears your clothes off and throws you onto the bed after a tough week. You have no evidence to prove these delusions other than his appearance, but you’d bet your life savings that he could fuc-
“Hey.”
…
His smooth baritone voice cuts through your mind, slicing your delusional fantasies in half and bringing you back to reality. This… flowery, romantically lit, and fairytale-like in atmosphere reality. It’s honey on gravel, the way he sounds. Rough and deep but sweetly smooth and luscious.
“Gonna keep fucking starin’ at me, or are you gonna continue what you were saying before?” Oh, uh, fuck. He sounds really serious. “Speak.” His eyes sharpen in their gaze, like a sword ready to eviscerate.
“Oh… Oh, I… Um.” You try to gulp as quietly as possible, suddenly unable to speak under his oppressive and dominant leer.
Forget how hot he is and how deliciously rough his voice is; he looks like he’s about to snap your arms and legs. He cracks his knuckles and neck at your unwillingness to speak, seemingly suspicious of your intentions and why you’re here.
“Ah, not going to speak, then?” Though it should be impossible, his gaze strengthens in fire and power, and you can almost feel your legs wobbling from fear and uncertainty. “Well… as is my responsibility, I’ll just have to fucking force the words out of your throat.” He begins to menacingly walk towards you, his footsteps strong enough to somehow thump even on the grassy terrain. “Or I can just get rid of you.”
His broad and clad in black 6’5” form looms over you now, and under his dangerous gaze and the magnitude of his presence, you fall onto your ass in fear, your legs trembling and somehow having lost all function in this moment. Shit, there’s no room for escape.
Wrapped in the shadows of midnight and suave black fabrics, this stranger stands above you, his facial markings, his scarlet gaze, and his threatening expression indicate imminent danger and harm.
You look up at him in fear, and he looks down at you in suspicion and threat.
You tremble, he’s steadfast.
He’s above you, you’re below him, figuratively and literally.
And finally, without warning, he quickly reaches out his right hand to grab your throat, his hand huge and eager to strangle.
You can’t run, as much as you want to. You can’t scream, as much as you want to. So you just close your eyes, that’s all you can do and hope that whatever he does won’t hurt too much.
THUNK
…
……
The sound of plants dancing in the breeze alongside the whispers of water flowing around the garden pool, and the faintly distant city ambience of Tokyo are all you hear for a few seconds.
But… a ‘thunk’? What was that sound?
Your eyes remain closed, too afraid to potentially risk angering the man before you.
“Ow, fuck!” The stranger’s deep voice booms across the garden, and you open your eyes to see him rubbing his nose and forehead in pain. “Dude, what the fuck?! Did you really have to do that?!” He whines somewhat… familiarly as he tries to soothe his aching face.
Confused, you look around to the man to find out what’s going on, and your eyes hone in next to his feet. There you see… a familiar sneaker.
“Shut up, man.” You know that voice. “I’m putting an end to your little performance. Sorry, but I’d rather not have my best friend die of a heart attack, thanks.” You turn around to see Yuji, the actual Yuji, approaching you two. “Was that really necessary? A prank like that on his first night here? Not really making a good impression here…” He says in an annoyed and exasperated tone.
“Heh… haha… get off my fuckin’ ass, man.” The stranger lets out deep childish chuckles as he seems to completely ditch the menacing tough guy act from a few minutes ago. “Today was a busy, fucking day. I needed some entertainment, alright?”
“Your entertainment didn’t need to be making my best friend and YOUR potential housemate piss his pants upon meeting him!” Yuji says as he pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Though… that would definitely be funny.” He says under his breath.
What… is happening? You were about to get strangled to death, and now you’re surrounded by two pink-haired men who look eerily similar to one another… high above the clouds, mind you.
“Um… what the fuck is going on?” You say, your butt still planted on the grass.
Despite bantering about a prank revolving around you, the two pink-heads, upon hearing your voice, remember that you’re there and still on the ground.
“Haha… sorry about this guy, M.C.” He scratches his head bashfully. “He’s… a fucking idiot.” He looks at the other pink-head. “But, I’m sure he made an amazing first impression, yeah?” He says with the purest of sarcasm.
The other guy flips Yuji off with a chuckle before getting down on one knee in front of you.
“Hey.”
That word again, the first one he said to you earlier. But this time, rather than with suspicion and malicious intent, he says it with warmth and some still slightly present mischievousness.
“Let me help you up?” He reaches out his right hand once again, but rather than going for your throat, he holds it out patiently like a gentleman eager to guide his date out of the car, waiting for you to grab onto it.
You stare at his strong hand, the various rings on his fingers glimmering from the garden lights.
...
So. You’re a petty bitch, right? Yes, you most certainly are, you petty little whore. Therefore, you want to slap his hand away from his earlier prank and the way he almost made you piss your pants in sheer terror. Actually, you also want to kick him in the balls, too. And! Pulling his hair like you’re a drugged-up gutterbutt bitch sounds very appealing as well!
…
But, you’re also a homo whose weakness is handsome men, right? Yes, you most certainly are, you gay little whore. Therefore… you easily choose to grab his hand with a blush that would give any shounen-ai protag a run for his money. You’d be a dumbass to not take the opportunity of grabbing a handsome stranger’s hand, especially a handsome stranger in a suit! Be so fucking for real, M.C.
As soon as your hands meet, he grabs yours firmly and pulls you up, with his other hand gently but firmly holding your waist.
“There we go.” His hand is rough and calloused, leaving you curious as to what he exactly does, but it’s also warm and smooth, indicating that he perhaps uses hand cream to retain some softness. His large hand easily engulfs your smaller one, the same way his herculean body engulfs your own.
You're immediately marked with the bold but refreshing scent of sandalwood and patchouli, the exact same scent that you smelled earlier in the car that Yuji drove. His embrace is warm and delicious, his bad boy appearance making you feel cherished and like some dirty little secret he keeps hidden from the rest of the world… your delusions are back, fuck.
With you back on your feet, he gently lets go of you and lets you stand on your own.
Though he’s still snickering a little bit from his earlier prank on you, he looks at you with a suave and gentlemanly smile with mischievous eyes that betray the act he’s trying to portray.
“Hey, I’m sorry about doing all of that.” He says as he scratches his hair bashfully. “You heard me, busy fuckin’ day, and I was just trying to have some fun. Not an excuse… I’m glad I did it, heh.” He snickers once more behind his hand.
“Bitch.”
Is what you would say if he weren’t devilishly handsome.
But alas, he is devilishly handsome, so you hold your tongue.
“I’m really sorry about this guy, M.C.,” Yuji says exasperatedly. “At least it’s better you meet him now rather than later…” He finishes with a defeated sigh.
“Shut up, man.” The handsome stranger strikes back. “You make it sound like I’m the worst of the bunch when you know that’s far from the truth. Maybe I would be if he didn’t exist.” He says ominously, still giggling like a child.
It seems like Yuji reluctantly agrees with that. “Ugh, ok, sure, I hate to agree with you, but you’re right.”
Satisfied with his little win, the pink-haired stranger turns his attention back to you.
“Guess it’s about time I actually introduce myself, yeah?”
He bows slightly before going back to his strong but no longer imposing stance.
“Sukuna. Ryoumen Sukuna.”
His voice resonates deeply and smoothly in his introduction. “28 years old, I like long walks on the beach or whatever those people say, and I’ve got biceps that can break fuckin’ bricks… and I’m also pretty damn good at Smash Bros., heh.” He adds that little tidbit that noticeably gets an irritated huff from Yuji.
“And…”
He walks around to Yuji and wraps an arm around his shoulder while ruffling his hair. “I’m also this lil’ cutie’s beloved big brother~” He pinches Yuji’s cheek with his other hand and kisses his cheek teasingly.
Wait, what?
Yuji struggles in the other man’s hold like a child throwing a tantrum. “Let go!”
Sukuna snickers at his brother’s struggle.
Shit, Yuji’s basically the strongest man you know, so to see him struggling in the other man’s grasp. This Sukuna guy must be something other than human.
“Damn it, bitch, I said let go!” Yuji somehow managed to escape from his older brother’s clutches, sweaty, red, and panting from the struggle.
Sukuna simply smirks at his little brother’s antics.
“Ugh… he’s right, M.C.,” Yuji says after catching his breath. “This guy is… unfortunately, my older brother.” He says as if it’s a lifelong curse that he has to bear for eternity. “He’s one of the guys who lives here and could, again, unfortunately be one of your housemates should you choose to live here.” He ends with a sharp glare in Sukuna’s direction.
Mildly entertained by their brotherly antics, you end up laughing from Yuji’s cute, exasperated little brother brattiness.
It seems like now you know where he gets his mischievous nature from.
“Hmm, I had no idea Yuji even had an older brother…” Especially one as sexy as Sukuna! “And we’ve been best friends for two years…” You send a leer towards Yuji, to which he shrugs.
“Eh, you never asked, and it didn’t seem like it mattered, nor did the topic come up.” He says matter-of-factly.
Ok, fair, but you’re still annoyed that you had no idea a guy this hot existed, and that Yuji didn’t ever think of introducing you. Bitch.
“Well… whatever.” You scoff at him before turning to Sukuna and giving him an introduction of your own.
“Hi, Sukuna, my name is M.C. and despite our… initial interaction…” You give him a deadpan stare, already feeling familiar with the man. Maybe it’s because it’s almost like you’re talking to Yuji, just… more rugged and with black markings on his face. “I’m happy to meet you, and I do expect you to tell me embarrassing childhood stories about Yuji?”
Upon hearing your words, Sukuna lets out a devious snicker and playfully twiddles with his fingers like a cartoon villain, to Yuji’s dismay and horror. “Oh… I do hope you consider moving in with us… I’ve got stories and pictures by the hundreds...”
Oh, that sounds perfect. Yuji has been testing your patience a bit too much these past few days…
Yuji’s face pales, and he tries to think fast of a way to change the subject.
As if a divine being took pity on him, a particularly strong gust of wind brushed upon you guys, and you noticeably shivered from it. A cardigan usually works well to warm you up, but you're also high in the clouds at nighttime, not a typical scenario that one prepares for.
“Perfect!” Yuji thought.
“Brrr! Fuck, it’s gotten pretty cold, haha! M.C… I saw you shiver just now. We can’t let you get sick, so how about we head back in, yeah?” His nervous chuckles are more obvious than a fake Laura Lee apology from 2018, but you take pity on the cute guy… for now.
“Yeah, okay. You’re right, let’s head back in. I actually did want to find you and check your room out before I ran into Sukuna.” You hug yourself in an attempt to warm yourself, and you begin to stride towards the door.
...
Hmm?
As soon as you begin to walk, you feel two separate hands on you. One on your shoulder and another wrapped around your waist. You pause and turn around to see that both brothers are trying to keep you somewhat warm until you’re back inside, Yuji, as always, keeping his arm wrapped around your shoulders, and Sukuna with his wrapped around your waist once again.
… Now you could act like this is a totally normal thing and not say anything at all, but this is a situation that could easily make your heart race, palms sweat, and cock brick hard, and it does. Two handsome brothers, one bright, silly, and radiant, and the other dark, brutish, but playful, touching you in such an intimate way. How on God’s green Earth could you not pause and wonder what you did in a past life to deserve such a blessing?
But before you could say anything, Yuji spoke up.
“Damn, quite touchy with someone you just met, huh, big, bad, and scary?” He says with an accusatory leer. He doesn’t sound jealous, more so… suspicious.
“Just being a gentleman to our guest,” Sukuna says nonchalantly with a shake of his head, his free hand raised in surrender. “I am the man of the house when the big boss is away, so I gotta do what I can to at least somewhat give a good impression and quality treatment to our handsome guest~” He speaks in a teasing tone, but the accompanying genuineness in his tone comes across well, and his arm stays wrapped around you securely.
His words easily paint a rosy blush over your cheeks, and thankfully, neither brother mentions it.
“Ooookay, whatever, man,” Yuji says, concedingly. “M.C., if you choose to live here… get used to being around some of the most… unique men you’ll ever meet. I use that word very intentionally.”
As you walk back into the realm of absolute opulence and magnificence, two strong arms wrapped around you, one from platonic care and the other… You don’t even fucking know, to be honest.
But you can’t help but wonder after hearing your best friend’s words.
Where the hell did Yuji take you?
Back in the warm and handsomely scented penthouse, Yuji brings you to one of the large, black couches for you both to sit on before letting you know that he wants to clean his bedroom before showing it to you.
“It’s a pig sty, and I can’t show you a pig sty when your apartment is always clean and tidy, you’ll never let me live it down!” He said before running upstairs like a child before leaving you on this big, comfy couch.
God, the couches on the gazebo were amazing, but these? You could die here and be happy? You could imagine taking a nap here and falling asleep in peaceful eternity. You could also imagine getting your ass absolutely barebacked on this couch and being wrapped in a sweaty and primal mating press as a man pounds into you relentlessly.
...
Fuck.
Why are you so fucking horny? It hasn’t even been long since Yuji rearranged your insides, but… after being driven in a rich man’s car, being taken into a rich man’s penthouse, seeing one of the sexiest men ever earlier in front of that club, meeting Yuji’s devilishly handsome older brother with face tattoos, muscles, and a black suit, and having Yuji and Sukuna lay their hands on you… How can you not be a little hot, bothered, and thirst-
“Thirsty?” A deep voice speaks into your ear, his warm breath touching your skin, jolting you out of your inner whore ramble as a fresh, cold glass of water appears in front of your face.
Sukuna, after bringing you inside, took the initiative to get everyone some refreshments as you sat down in the living room.
“O-oh! Yeah, thanks, I appreciate it.”
Walking around the couch and sitting next to you, he places multiple cups onto the wooden cube table and relaxes on the couch, letting out a huge exhale of relief.
Right, he did mention that today was a particularly tough and exhausting day for him, not that you know what he does for work yet. But considering that he lives here of all places, it must be something crazy.
As Sukuna lounges on the couch next to you, he gets himself as comfortable as he wants. He rests both of his arms on the back of the couch, with one arm comfortably placed behind you, just barely touching your shoulders. Additionally, he doesn’t just spread his legs comfortably; he full-on manspreads, dominating the space with his leg touching your own. He takes a moment to close his eyes, lean his head back, and let out another exhale of relief.
… Oh, wow.
He’s making himself very comfortable around someone who is quite literally a stranger to him.
But, you would be an absolute liar if you said his lax and comfortable demeanour was uncomfortable or unwelcome. Well, maybe if he were ugly or if he were an absolute stranger that’d totally be the case… him being ugly, that is... You'd be cool with a hot stranger. But he’s hot as fuck, and he’s also your best friend’s brother (Amazing song, by the way), so you can trust the guy and enjoy whatever the fuck it is he’s doing right now.
He took off his suit jacket earlier, so now he is just in his tight black dress shirt that hugs his huge muscles tantalizingly and sinfully. The shirt does little to hide his huge chest, his broad shoulders and back, and those colossal arms. His tailored black dress pants hide nothing either. Thick, powerful thighs that you’d pay an arm and a leg to sit on. And that bulge, oh fuck, that bulge. Maybe it’s because he’s manspreading his strong legs without a care in the world, but with his legs wide open and his hips pushed up in comfort, you easily spot and try not to salivate over the big, black tent in those expensive dress pants of his…
As you check out his body, you also catch a whiff of his scent due to your proximity and body contact. That familiar masculine and dominant scent of patchouli and sandal sends shivers down your skin, but with his arm basically wrapped around you, you catch a scent of something even deeper under his cologne. With no way to say this with grace, you catch the raw masculine scent of his sweat from a day of hard work from his underarm, and the way his natural musk and pheromones dance with his expensive cologne makes you close your legs because of your thick cock rapidly hardening. Expensive taste and glamour meet raw masculinity to create his essence, and they clash but coalesce in the way he acts and smells, painting the nastiest images of vulgar acts in your mind.
You should be ashamed, thinking this way and reacting this way around a total stranger, but can you even blame yourself? Sukuna is the one at fault for making you like this, touching you, talking to you in a teasing and mischievous way, and looking at you with those scarlet eyes earlier. You don’t even know if he’s being flirtatious, playful, or casual… but considering who he’s related to, it could be all of those at once. But you don’t truly know him enough yet to come to a conclusion.
In an attempt to save yourself from absolute embarrassment and hiding in your apartment until you get evicted, you sneakily (at least to yourself) grab a nearby pillow and place it in your lap and hug it, wanting to hide your huge boner while his eyes are still closed. You also take a big fucking gulp from the glass of water he gave you, yeah, you are a thirsty fucking bitch. A thirsty fucking homo bitch at that.
Wanting to clear your mind of horny thoughts, you clear your throat quietly, to which he opens one eye to look at you questioningly.
“Yuji never did tell me that he had an older brother.” You start. “But now that I think about it, he never really did talk about family stuff.” You let your unsaid question reach him.
“Eh, it’s nothing serious or dark or anything. Perhaps I just don’t have the type of face my baby bro wants to show to his friends.” He gestures to his face tattoos. “Might scare away his little friends if he shows them a photo of me, they might think his bro’s part of some cult…” He says ominously, but lets out a snicker afterwards. “Or some shit like that, haha.”
Some surprisingly comfortable, rather than awkward, silence passes between before a question that you actually verbalize comes out.
“Feel free to tell me it’s none of my business, but can I ask why you both have different surnames? Despite the… obvious differences, you basically look and are built the same way… well, you are a bit more bulky, though.” That gets a smirk from the man.
“Nah, it’s nothing crazy. Different fathers. Genetics are weird, simple as.” Clear and concise, and it reduces the need to ask any further questions.
...
Though… while he’s here, you do wish your conversation could get a bit more interesting, not that this isn’t, it’s just-
“So, how’d ya enjoy the ride here? Was my car to your liking?~” He says suavely.
...
… Wait.
You rise from your comfortable position and stare at the pink-haired man, while he looks at you smugly.
“That was… your car?” You ask in disbelief. Not that a sleek, beautifully vintage car like that doesn’t suit him, it’s just… putting a face to the owner of such a pristine vehicle is quite the experience. Maybe you would’ve expected him to drive a damn monster truck around the city or something.
He’s clearly enjoying your mesmerized reaction, a braggy smirk and a deep and enchanting snicker coming from him. Knowing that he owns such a luxury now makes it seem like he reserves the right to smirk like a seductive demon all he wants.
“Yes, sir~ that handsome 1997 Toyota Century is prime Ryoumen Sukuna property. He’s easily the pride and joy of my life, hope you enjoyed everything he had to offer.” He says pridefully, basking in your shock and admiration of his wealth and success.
“What the fuck do even you do?”
…
The words spew out of your mouth before you even realize, and you quickly cover your mouth. “Oh shit.” The words come out of your mouth again, and this time you zip your fucking lips… Fuck, you need to remember you’re talking to Ryoumen Sukuna and NOT Itadori Yuji. You wonder if you’re getting a bit too comfortable with the other man… though to be fair, he’s definitely gotten VERY comfortable with you, judging by his actions specifically.
Both of his eyes blink softly for a few seconds, and his mouth is slightly left open, definitely taken aback by your brash wording, personally not expecting it from an adorably dressed boy like yourself, until he lets out some snickers of amusement.
“Hah! Why, did you think I’m a drug dealer or some shit like that?” Well… he doesn’t need to know of your earlier suspicions before coming here. “Well, I didn’t get this shit all over my face by being a good boy, that’s for sure~” … He’s… joking, right?
Judging by your expression, indicating that you actually might fall for his jest, he quickly sets things straight. “Nah, I’m just a simple bodyguard, nothing crazy.” He says, matter-of-factly, as if all bodyguards own motherfucking Toyota Centurys.
Ah, right, Yuji did mention earlier that the guy who owned the car was a bodyguard. So he was talking about his brother. Hmm.
“Respectfully, I don’t think most ‘simple’ bodyguards own cars like that…” He’s hiding something; you’re getting Yuji flashbacks with how he’s withholding crucial information. Seems like it’s a classic trait between the pink-haired brothers.
“Ah, you’re right, heh.” He snickers with a wink. “Guess I forgot to mention that I’m the personal bodyguard for the world-famous CEO of Fujitsu, Nanami Kento himself. Also known as the owner of this pretty swanky joint.” He shrugs his shoulders. “It’s a pretty alright job, I guess. Keeps me busy… sometimes a bit too busy…” He says grimly.
… Yeah, he could’ve said that from the start. You would’ve definitely appreciated it!
“Thanks for letting me know… even if you could have said it in just a few seconds without some prying from me…” Your sarcasm comes out easily; it’s like you’re dealing with Yuji’s bullshit.
…
Wait a damn minute.
“Hold on.” It just hit you. “CEO of… Fujitsu?” You ask Sukuna, wanting to make sure you didn’t randomly become deaf or something and heard him say something else.
“... Yeah? CEO of Fujitsu.” He says, confirming what you heard.
“Fujitsu… the largest IT company in Japan? THAT Fujitsu?” You know there isn’t any other one but… confirmation is very necessary right now because there’s no way a simple, everyday guy like you is really in this situation, in this place.
“Eh, yeah? Fucking Kento has to go to all these damn banquets, conferences, and award ceremonies, and I have to go to all of them to make sure he doesn’t randomly get shot the fuck up or something. Gets so fuckin’ tiring, man, but hey, my paycheques are always fat as-” Sukuna continues to ramble on about his job, clearly not aware that it is all so insanely fucking crazy and unrealistic to you.
It all makes sense now.
A damn penthouse in Moto-Azabu Hills in the most luxurious residential district in all of Tokyo, with individual bedrooms for six guys. The most fancy, exclusively customized old-timey themed elevator you have ever been in, and ever will be in. Furnishings and decor from world-renowned brands and artisans that easily cost millions of yen. The largest chandelier you’ve ever seen. And a goddamn garden that looks like it was taken straight out of a fairytale picture book on the balcony.
Only the CEO of a huge company could afford to be as lavish as this.
Is he hot thou-
Stop. Bad brain, bad M.C.
So… you might be taking a room in the penthouse that the CEO of Fujitsu himself owns and lives in…
Oh, ok.
ACTUALLY, THIS IS NOT AN “Oh, ok” MOMENT AT ALL. THIS IS CRAZY! HOW IS THIS REAL LIFE? WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU MIGHT LIVE WITH A DAMN CEO, HIS BODYGUARD, AND WHO THE FUCK KNOWS ELSE? NO WAY IN HELL YOU CAN AFFOR-
“Hmph, is it even that impressive?”
… Huh?
Sukuna’s words interrupt your internal spiral towards hell. It sounds like he’s somewhat irritated?
He noticed earlier, mid-ramble, that you weren’t paying attention to his words after you found out who owned this place, and he isn’t exactly pleased that your attention isn’t on him when he’s right here in front of you.
He moves from his lax position and leans over you, his body covering yours in his shadow, and his arm that was behind you is now touching your shoulders. His scarlet eyes that were once lazily opened to indicate that he was listening to you are now looking at you darkly as he looms over you on the couch.
“C’mon, sure, being a CEO is cool and all. I mean, hey, you make big business deals, run a company, and make your innovative ideas become a reality. It’s impressive, I guess.” He trails darkly. “But being a bodyguard is much cooler.”
What?
“I get to stand coolly to the side, looking all menacing and shit. I make people piss their pants in fear from my gaze alone, and if I ever have to crack my knuckles in front of someone? God, the way they stutter their words and quiver in fear is too fucking hilarious.” He laces his words with lethal venom. “I’ve been trained to knock people out in seconds, which I’ve done multiple times. I can beat up a group of guys should they try to mess with my boss, which I’ve done multiple times. And I look damn good when I’m shoving through a crowd to protect my boss.” He says smugly, his list of achievements and things to brag about is clearly never-ending. “All of this is to say, being a bodyguard is much cooler than a damn CEO who sits behind a damn desk all day…”
His words are tough, his voice is deep and serious, and his gaze is honed in on you, almost challenging you to defy him or to say he’s wrong. The way he looms over you and completely dominates you from sheer presence alone makes your pulse race.
You could try to say that you're afraid, since you basically kind of are. But with the way he’s above you, the way his eyes are completely on you, and the way his scent, cologne and his natural musk, is completely washing over you, it’s hot as fuck. You’re tempted to ask him to just rip your clothes off, finger fuck you and eat you out until you cum your brains out, and to rail you until his fucking semen enters your bloodstream. Your young male hormones almost make you do so until you realize something.
Is…
Is Sukuna jealous?
You don’t want to even believe that a regular guy like you could be worth a man like Sukuna getting jealous over. But you’re not an idiot. You’ve read way too much BL manga and manhwas, you read way too much gay fanfiction, and you play a concerning amount of gay visual novels. You know damn well what a jealous man looks and acts like. But… why?
You can’t say you’re surprised. This is Yuji’s brother, of all people, and if you know anything by now, a man with pink hair is gonna do things that never make sense and act in ways that never make sense.
But, you gotta say… Sukuna acting jealous is kind of cute. The way he huffs, now to you, cutely resembles a child not getting what he wants, and it completely contrasts with his intimidating facial marks, scars, and red eyes.
If being Yuji’s best friend for two years taught you anything, it’s that he’s easy to placate and bring back to Earth, and something tells you that his brother is probably no different.
Deciding to throw caution to the wind, you begin to speak amid the tense silence.
“Hmm… you know what? I actually kind of agree with you, Sukuna.” The fire in his eyes simmers down; it’s barely noticeable, but it’s there. “I do respect the amount of brainwork it takes to lead a company, and I think that the charisma one must have to handle different people, speak to crowds, and impress people from all around the world deserves praise.”
The fire in his eyes is coming back, but you work fast.
“But! I guess you are right. If it weren’t for guys like you standing guard, waving off potential threats, and getting your hands dirty if need be, CEOs wouldn’t be able to do their work properly without guys like you around.” You raise your hands in surrender and lightly punch his meaty chest like dudebros or whatever do.
Your words seemed to instantly placate him, and the fire in his eyes and the dark aura he emanated immediately faded away as he plopped right back onto the couch, back into his initial lax slouch, though his arm is still around your shoulders, but you refrain from saying anything. It’s definitely not unwelcome.
“Haha, yeah~ I’m pretty damn cool, huh? Some people just don’t understand how cool bodyguards are and acknowledge the shit we have to do and deal with.” He says as he looks up at the chandelier.
Ah. So that’s what it was. Rather than being jealous that you were thinking about another man (Who knows, maybe he was), he was jealous of the fact that he thought you believed that a CEO was way cooler than a bodyguard. You were not thinking that, by the way. You were just crashing out over the fact that you might be living with the goddamn CEO of Fujitsu; he was just being delusional and quick to jump to conclusions. But again, Yuji and, clearly, Sukuna as well, tend to do things that don’t make sense to you.
You internally sigh, being too used to this unpredictable behaviour and figure that moving on with the conversation is the best course of action.
“So, I guess that you were able to snag Yuji a room here because he’s your little brother? I admit, earlier I was crashing out, wondering how the fuck Yuji was able to live somewhere like here in the first place. All this time, we just fucked around (and fucked, but you’re not saying that to his brother) and ate at my place, which is definitely… well, not this.” You gesture your hand around. “To say I was, and honestly, still am shocked, confused and mesmerized would be quite the understatement.”
Sukuna hums as he listens to you. “Eh, yeah, when my baby bro told me he was going to UTokyo and needed a place to stay, I figured I’d throw caution to the wind and ask Kento if Yuji could take one of the rooms. We already had two UTokyo students taking two rooms, so I figured it’d be fine. And I guess because I’m damn good at my job and in good standing with my boss and could also prove that Yuji is a good guy, the rest is history.”
“He’s really fucking lucky, that’s for sure.”
Sukuna chuckles at that. “Yeah, if you ask me, I think Yuji just wants to enjoy the simple life for a bit, and you obviously don’t really get that in a swanky penthouse like this. Guess hanging around you gets him that fix of simplicity, no offence, of course.”
… None taken? Whatever.
“I’m surprised that a CEO allows university students to live in his penthouse with him; that’s definitely not something you hear about every day.”
“Hm? Yeah, other than Yuji, we’ve got two Master’s students here, so just a bit older than you and Yuji. They’re my age, actually. You’ll probably meet them soon; they’re fun guys. Very different, but also very similar, if that makes sense.” He says with a tilt of his head.
“And to go back to what you said, Kento said that it’d be a waste for a place like this to only have him and me here, so, after going through some connections of his, he found people who could use his spare bedrooms. But… Toji did once say, ‘The guy’s probably just lonely and needs some young blood around to make him feel young,’ which got him a thwack on the head.” He recalls the funny memory with a fond chuckle. “But, eh, it keeps the place alive.”
“Heh, I’ll admit, you’ve got me quite curious about the other guys.” You’re definitely curious… if they’re hot or not…
“Hmm… accept Yuji’s offer and you’ll see what the guys are all about~ While Kento is working his butt off in the office, I’m the boss of the house, and I think you’d be a cool guy to have around. You’re my baby bro’s best friend, so you’ve got my approval.. ” He says decidedly.
His words make you feel good, but you are curious about one thing. “I… would be a liar to say that I’m not interested, I mean, who the fuck wouldn’t be? This still feels like an absolute dream.” You look around the place once more. Living your daily life here? You can’t even imagine it, you’d just have to experience it. “But… how could I even afford to live here? The rent would probably be more sky-high than the actual penthouse…” You have to be realistic. How could you let your father pay his entire life savings just so you could live the glam life?
Sukuna looks at you with a face that clearly says, "Really, bitch?"
“Uh… dude? A damn CEO owns this place, remember? Clearly, he has more than enough money. I can assure you that he’s a good guy who’s not interested in charging a university student a billion yen per month. Just follow the rules and be a cool guy, and you won’t have to pay anything.”
…
……
………
“I accept.” The words blurt out of your mouth before you realize it.
Sukuna bursts out in laughter from your candid response. “Haha! Well, you definitely liked hearing that, huh?” He wipes a tear from his eye as you blush from embarrassment.
“Dude… what university student wouldn’t salivate and get on their knees for an opportunity like this? Especially one that’s getting evicted from his place in a few days. I gotta work fast and accept the best opportunity that comes my way, and this? I’d be the dumbest bitch in the world, which I can be sometimes, to say no to this.”
Sukuna calms down from his laughing fit and responds. “I like the enthusiasm. But before settling on your decision, maybe we should go over the ground rules first and show you Yuji’s room?”
“I think he’s cleaning…”
“Eh, who gives a fuck?”
“Yeah, fair enough.”
You both snicker deviously, eager to troll Yuji as the most evil pairing possible: big brother and best friend.
“Well, first things first, let’s go over the ru-”
bzz
A buzz interrupts Sukuna’s words, and he quickly snatches his phone out of his pocket to read the message he just received.
His eyes scan the message. And his reaction is quite something: first, an exasperated sigh, then an annoyed shake of his head, and then a shrug of defeated acceptance. With reluctance, he gets up from the couch, not wanting to say goodbye to the couch nor wanting to end the conversation with you.
“I’m sorry, M.C.” He says wistfully. “Alas, duty calls, and the big boss man himself needs me.”
“What? Is it something bad?” You say with curiosity, not sure if he’ll brush off your question or not.
“Yeah, it’s bad. My boss needs me… to get him his late-night coffee and to drop it off for him at the office…” He says as he closes his eyes and ponders his life decisions. “On my day off of all times… guess he must be really busy if he’s doing this at all. Guess you’ll just have to rely on Yuji to let you know what the rules around this place are. His room is on the second floor with the amethyst door.”
“He can’t just… get coffee delivered to him?” You say, confused at all the steps that need to be taken for this man to get his late-night caffeine dosage.
“Security reasons, simple as.” He says with a sigh, as he checks his person to see that he has everything he needs. He spots his car keys on the table that Yuji left and grabs them. “On the bright side, he compensates me very generously when he does shit like this, so maybe we could go grab dinner and do something fun or whatever one of these days, that is if you do choose to live here, of course.” As he speaks, he gets ready quickly, clearly used to stuff like this happening.
It’s all happening too fast; you were both comfortable on the couch getting all cozy and chatty, and now he’s leaving just like that? But you were enjoying yourself and the vibes… damn.
“Yeah… yes, that sounds good to me.” You follow him as he walks to the elevator. “It’s that important, huh?”
He buttons up his suit jacket and checks himself out in a nearby mirror. “Yeah… a CEO doesn’t stay at the top of the pyramid without some all-nighters in succession. You’ll meet him soon enough, though.” An idea flickers in his head and faces you. “Hey, how about you give me your number and let me know your decision later on? Or, if you just wanna talk.” He says with a wink. “You’re a pretty cool guy and also fun to talk to. Guess you’re just used to how us pink-heads work, heh.”
You give him your phone and he types in his contact information. You look at him as he does so, wanting to enjoy his handsome appearance one last time.
It’s funny. Your first meeting with him was… interesting to say the least. He did scare the life out of you, and you did think that he was gonna whoop your fucking ass. But beyond the black face tattoos, the numerous scars, his broad and muscular body and his apparent ability to get quickly jealous for no reason, there’s a silly, flirtatious, suave, and witty man who’s clearly eager to get touchy real quick. Though being Yuji’s brother does add some comfort and familiarity, you feel something different from him. Something more mature, like he’s lived some crazy chapters in his life, and you’re curious to learn so much more about him. Where are his markings from? How did he land the job he has? Was he being genuinely flirtatious or just being playful? So many questions flow through your head, but you just met this man today, and you should let things flow naturally and get to know each other as time passes by.
“Yeah, I’ll definitely let you know as soon as I make a decision.” You say, genuinely meaning that.
He smiles at that and puts a warm, large hand on your shoulder. “I’m sorry that I have to leave so suddenly, M.C. I enjoyed talking with you much more than I thought I would, and I would love to talk with you some more and get to know you better. Maybe even more than potential housemates.” He says with warmth and honey in his voice, god, these pink-haired brothers know how to make your heart race and skin feel all fuzzy.
“Yeah… I feel the same, Sukuna.” You really do. The fuzzy feeling makes you feel all warm and soft inside. You can’t help it, a suave and handsome man like Sukuna talking to you and treating you like this? Of course, you’d be weak to it.
With that, he walks into the open elevator and waves goodbye to you regretfully, with a playful wink, of course.
You don’t want to say goodbye, but you know that you will see him again.
How do you know that? Well…
“Hey, just letting you know, I’m pretty damn good at Smash Bros. as well.” His eyes light up at that. “We’re gonna have to find out one day who’s better, yeah?” You say with an arrogant nod of your head.
He laughs at that, the flames of competition burning in his eyes. “Oh. Yes. We. Fucking. Will.” He gives you a thumbs up. “I’ll hold you to that, M.C. See you later, okay?”
With that, the elevator door closes, and you’re alone in this large penthouse once again.
You walk back to the couch and process what the fuck just happened.
Ryoumen Sukuna, huh?
The vibes between the two of you were so good, and you’re sad that he had to go so suddenly. The playful but flirtatious energy from him, his rugged, good looks, his voice deep and sweet like hot honey, you know that you’re gonna be thinking about that man all night as you lie in bed.
You want to talk to him again already. You want to learn more about him.
All you do right now is imagine the things you could get up to with him. Going out for dinner like he mentioned and talking about God knows what, you know it will be enjoyable. Playing video games with him late at night and seeing him in his casual late-night attire.
What does he wear before going to bed? Is he a tank top and sweatpants kind of guy? Classic but always sexy. Maybe he’s a sweatpants-only guy? That’d be hot as hell, the sight of him in just a pair of gray sweatpants could easily make you bust a nut. Or perhaps… he’s a boxers-only type of man. His robust and chiselled body out on display with just a tight pair of black Calvin Kleins hiding what modesty he has left... Your cock is once again rock hard; that’s been happening far too much tonight.
God… and that’s just one guy you’ve met so far. What are the others like? From what you know, there are two Master’s students who also go to UTokyo, whose names you don’t know yet, a guy named Toji, and Kento Nanami, CEO of Fujitsu, the largest IT company in all of Japan. God, if someone told you this morning that your life was basically about to become a 2013 One Direction Wattpad fanfiction, you would have slapped them in the head for uttering such nonsense and reminding you that your teenage dream would never be reality.
But this is very much so real, as much as your rational brain tries to make you think otherwise.
As you lie on the couch, you wonder.
If Sukuna can make you like this, what else is in store for you? You don’t even know if Sukuna was genuinely flirting with you or if the other guys will even care about you at all. You don’t even want to believe that other guys will give you the attention that Sukuna did, but you’re on an absolute high, still relishing the tasteful chemistry you both had.
God, just imagining living with five potentially hot guys paints your mind full of potential images and scenarios that you’re sure aren’t realistic, but you don’t care. You let yourself enjoy the delusions.
bzz
Your phone buzzing in your pocket interrupts your brain, thankfully, before the images get too vulgar and lewd, and you check the message. It’s from an unfamiliar number.
It’s… from Sukuna. More than that, it’s a goddamn selfie.
📲💗
Sukuna sent a photo of himself in the driver’s seat of his car, holding a cup of coffee close to his face with a smug grin. The lights from the HUD light up his slightly, his features highlighted flatteringly, making him so fucking handsome.
Unknown Number: This is the shit I fucking get paid to do
Unknown Number: 😶
Unknown Number: When I could instead be talking to you…
His words easily make you blush, and you’re so fucking happy he gave you his number, you really wanted to keep talking to him.
You quickly change his contact name.
me: Giving me your number was a smart idea…
me: Wait, speaking of smart ideas… You aren’t texting while driving, right?
sukuna: I wouldn’t be a personal bodyguard for a damn CEO if I was that stupid, now would I?
sukuna: Nah, I’m just sitting here wondering if I should drink this coffee for myself and order another one for Kento.
sukuna: I probably will.
me: I probably would too.
sukuna: lol
sukuna: You’re not just lying on the couch, are you?
me: Uh, are you watching me? Are there security cameras that I can’t see?
sukuna: lol
sukuna: Nah, I just figured that if you’re texting me, that you didn’t go up to Yuji’s room yet.
me: Ok, fair. And yeah, you’re right. I’m still trying to come to terms with the fact that this is reality and not some fanfiction or something.
sukuna: Yeah, fair. It’s definitely not an opportunity most people get…
sukuna: I do hope you choose to take it, though. You should go see my baby bro soon.
When Sukuna talks to you like that, it makes you wonder if thoughts of hesitation ever flickered in your mind at all…
me: Yeah, I’ll talk to Yuji soon, and then I’ll let you know.
sukuna: Good man.
sukuna: Update. I did drink my boss’s coffee, so I gotta order another one and then actually drive to his office so I gotta say goodbye for now.
me: Again, I probably would have done the same thing. I’ll talk to you later?
sukuna: Of course, we’ll talk again later. See ya, M.C. 😉
me: See you, Sukuna. ☺️
📲💗
The sigh you let out is one of a damn lovestruck fool. You just met this man, you can’t be doing this and being so easy. But… it feels good. Swooning over a handsome man you just met never hurt anyone… right? Regardless, it’s a damn good feeling.
But he’s right, you should probably get off your ass and see what else this opulent penthouse has to offer.
You can only daydream about Sukuna and wonder what the other guys could be like so much, but you’re on a mission.
You walk up the wooden staircase, eager to see what your potential future bedroom is going to look like.
You don’t want what to expect. How can you? Penthouse bedrooms are not something that people Google unless they’re looking to purchase one or if they just wanna lament how poor they are and will never be able to afford a damn penthouse.
As you walk on the sleek wooden surface of the second floor, you admire the view of the first floor from above. From here, it hits you just how beautiful and spacious this place. You can see the living room, the dining space that any chef would kill for, the little library space, the doors to the first-floor bedrooms, and the balcony garden. This place is something so magnificent and otherworldly that people might not even be able to daydream or visualize such a sight in their minds.
You’re being offered the chance to live here… why would you ever say no? You don’t think you ever thought of saying no in the first place.
You walk into the second-floor hallway and admire the paintings on the wall, enjoy the plush carpet brushing your feet, and smell the scents emanating from the potted flowers on the expensive vintage wooden tables.
Soon enough, you find amethyst door and knock twice before opening it.
Once again, you’ve been taken to another world.
Notes:
yall i am so sorry for the wait... your boy is busy at work and i got trusted to work on some confidential projects... just a boy and his big boy office corporate job that i sometimes write gay fanfiction at when im free...
but anyways i hope u liked this and what i cooked...
the amount of "luxury" penthouses tabs i have opened on my laptop oooooh bitch its so serious... guys this page was my BEST FRIEND when writing this chapter: https://www.houzz.co.nz/hznb/photos/motoazabu-hills-penthouse-phvw-vp~5303737
sorry if the wait is tough but i like putting out thick ass chapters and if i posted too frequently i think i might get burnt out like a bitch
i also workout and play video games and have a big boy job so yeah sorry i've got a life :( but i do hope like you what i've done...
also SORRY THERE ISNT MORE GAY SEX YET ... im setting the foundation, building the world and still introducing the guys...
i want this to be an actual story with actual plot and relationship building, ya know? some cute budding romance and shit that the gays are desperate for...
trust and believe, i have so much nasty sex scenes and ideas that run thru my mind when im in the shower and im gonna write them but... theres a process <3
anyways... ty for reading and sticking with this little passion project of mine... see u next time...
BTW IM GOING TO FRANCE AND SWITZERLAND FOR VACATION FOR THE 1ST HALF OF OCTOBER SO I MIGHT BE ABLE TO WRITE A LOT but idk...
anyways
bye handsome <3
Chapter 4: evermore (feat. Bon Iver)
Summary:
And when I was shipwrecked, I thought of you.
In the cracks of light, I dreamed of you.
And it was real enough to get me through.
Yeah, I swear. You were there.
-Taylor Swift
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Not even a millisecond after opening the door, that oh-so-familiar and ever-comforting aroma of Ralph Lauren Polo Black envelops your body in a hug without arms.
Yuji’s favourite, signature cologne. Of course his bedroom is plentiful with the masculine scent of wood and citrus dancing around you. But you can’t complain.
It’s a scent that always plays a movie in your head, one that consists of two years of memories and experiences: pleasant moments filled with smiles, laughter, and exasperated but affectionate sighs, stressful times littered with deadlines, cramming, and cortisol, and passionate nights abundant with moans and sweet nothings being exchanged.
Upon entering Yuji’s bedroom, your eyes immediately land on the walls on the left side and front of the bed, which consist entirely of floor-to-ceiling windows, granting the room’s occupant a sky-high view of Tokyo’s horizon, the sight adorned with lights, buildings, and Mt. Fuji peaking from afar.
For a vampiric recluse like you who covered all his apartment windows with blackout curtains, this is obviously more than a step away from your comfort zone, but… You might be able to find yourself getting used to it, it could be a sight that you get lost in your thoughts in, should the stresses of student life and well, life in general, get to be too much. Thankfully, upon further observation, you notice large maroon curtains that you can use should you be feeling vampiric at times.
After admiring the view of the city, you spot Yuji seated on his bed.
His very… very large bed…
Holy shit?
Now, Yuji’s a big, broad, and beefy behemoth of a man, but even he looks tiny when seated on it.
You’ve heard that Alaskan King Beds were the largest of large, but to see it in real life, when it was just something you read about once while scrolling on your socials, is nothing short of jaw-dropping.
Yuji heard you open the door earlier and figured you would be speechless, which he certainly predicted. After giving you some seconds to be shocked, he looks up at you and takes advantage of your baffled state, taking a photo of your jaw-slacked face with a childish snicker.
“Fuckin’ hilarious.” He thinks to himself.
After laughing at your stupid expression for a bit, he tosses one of his dirty t-shirts at your face with absolute precision.
You’re brought back to Earth as the soft, wrinkled, and musky shirt covers your face. Without knowing any better, you breathe in the masculine scent that slammed into your nose. It’s sweaty, musky, pheromone-riddled and combines sinfully with his cologne, and you relish it as much as you can before taking the garment off your face before throwing it back at him, to which he catches effortlessly.
“A simple 'Hey, M.C.!’ would have been perfectly fine, you know. I’m sure throwing your gym clothes at me wasn’t that necessary.” You say as you walk towards your seated bestie, fixing your hair in the process.
“Sure, but I know you enjoyed getting a good whiff of prime Yuji sweat~ So, hey, win-win! I get your attention, and you get something all my fanboys want, you know damn well you’re lucky as hell~” He exclaims playfully but pridefully, with a signature flex of his biceps, the muscles bulging under his hoodie sleeves.
With an exasperated sigh, you plop onto the gargantuan-sized bed and feel yourself sinking into the plush mattress. “What-fucking-ever, man… God forbid, a guy goes non-verbal multiple times in one night from his friend taking him to a damn penthouse he secretly lived in.” You look at him to see what he’s doing. He’s… smelling the clothes on the bed, and depending on the face he makes, he puts them in one of two piles on the bed. “Are all of those dirty clothes?”
He, uncharacteristically, flushes a bit from your words and observation before defending himself.
“Not all of them! Just… some of them… or most of them, actually.” He says that last part quietly, but from the one large pile and the other… noticeably smaller pile, you get a sense of what’s going on.
Something seems… off. Your internal “Yuji Bullshit” sensors are going off with red alarms and flashing lights.
After giving him a deadpan look, you prop yourself up on your elbows to look around the dark brown carpeted bedroom floor and notice that just like his bed, there are clothes haphazardly strewn about, completely tarnishing the luxurious and pristine vibe that a penthouse bedroom should have. Thank God it’s just clothes, because if there were dirty dishes or takeout boxes added into the mix, you could definitely be convinced to jump off the balcony downstairs.
But still…
“Yuji? Just one question…” He nods his head with an “mhm” to indicate that he’s listening. Cute.
“Is the reason you sleep over, eat, study, and laze around at my apartment almost every day of the week because… your own bedroom, in a damn penthouse, mind you, was always a complete pigsty?”
He flinches and pauses. “Well, pigsty is a harsh word, M.C…” He mumbles that, but he perks himself back up. “At least there isn’t mouldy food or anything! Remember, there’s messy and then there’s disgusting. Now it doesn’t seem so bad, yeah?” He says with a nervous smile that doesn’t exactly reach his eyes.
“...Yeah?” He says more quietly this time. Your silence is deafening to his ears. If this were an anime, you’d see sweat drop down his forehead.
…
See, you could continue to question why his bedroom looks like this and also continue to very vocally judge him. You’d be valid for doing so, anyway. You also always keep your apartment clean and tidy as best as you can, and besides, Yuji obviously knows how to clean! After all, he’s the one who does the laundry and cleans your bedspace whenever you both drench your bedsheets in semen, sweat, and saliva when you’re passed out and too sore to even think. Therefore, you could totally continue to drag him for his dirty ass room. You’re very much so capable.
…
But the thing is, when a strong, muscular man such as Yuji decides to pull out the puppy dog eyes on you like he’s doing right now… Your heart melts every single fucking time, your resolve crumbles like dust, and you fight the urge to hug him and apologize for speaking and thinking ill of him. You’re just a guy, after all. A guy with his own weaknesses… handsome men taking the number one spot.
With an exhausted sigh and palms raised in surrender, you move around to the centre of the bed (This took longer than it ever should, that’s how huge the damn thing is) and rest your back on the plush, black headboard. “Whatever, man. I’m gonna treat this place better than you ever did. I can promise you that.”
He lets out a sigh, one of both relief and defeat, as he sifts through his assortment of name-brand sweatpants, hoodies, compression shirts, tank tops, Calvin Klein boxers, and jeans.
“Yeah… you probably can… and you probably should. I get enough flak from some of the guys for my room, maybe it’d be best for you to avoid that.” He says with a pout. “They can be pretty ruthless…” He trails off pitifully.
With that, the room settles with a comfortable silence, the kind that makes you feel safe, comfortable, and relaxed as the bedroom’s warm, dimmed overhead lighting gently warms your skin and highlights Yuji’s defined features.
In this comfortable position, on this even more comfortable bed, and with the gentle, deep sound of Yuji humming to Laufey’s Street By Street, you could see yourself getting used to this.
This could become your little world to escape to when life becomes too much. You could hide under the sheets and play video games on your 3DS all day while watching the sunset, you could study and work on your assignments and papers in absolute peace and isolation with the moon accompanying you without the unstoppable noise of central Akihabara, and you could definitely see yourself snuggled tight in the arms of a man while you take a nap together as the rain taps on the windows lulling you both to slumber with its lullaby.
Those visualizations and daydreams could very much be your reality here.
With some… extensive and deep cleaning, you could turn this spot into a revamped version of your apartment, just with a very expensive and luxurious foundation to work on.
In this moment, you take the opportunity to fully examine the bedroom, the center of the bed giving you the perfect view of the entire space.
As should be expected, the sheer size of the space takes your attention. A millisecond is all you need to conclude that Yuji’s bedroom is easily the same size, if not a tad bit larger than your entire apartment suite, both in width and height.
With two large walls, made of the dark wood you’ve gotten used to seeing, there is plenty of space for you to put your nerdy and dweeby posters and photos on, and there is more than enough space to accommodate your shelves upon shelves of male figurines.
Perhaps, you may even be able to splurge on more shelves and figures with the newfound extra space… But those are thoughts for another time.
On the walls, you can see that Yuji has clearly taken the time to decorate them and give them his own signature twist.
It’s adorned with photos of muscular men that he definitely uses as body inspo, shounen anime posters, as well as framed and Polaroid photos of himself, his friends, and his family. You can see photos of him and who you can only assume is Sukuna, before the face tattoos, considering they look the same, from when they were younger.
In one of the photos, the larger and older pinkhead has the younger one on his shoulders while they’re smiling on a beach shore, Okinawa, maybe? In another, they’re dressed as Mario and Luigi for Halloween, the older wearing the red and him wearing the green.
So… the little bro does cherish and love his big bro despite putting on the bratty, exasperated act.
Cute. Very, very cute.
You’re definitely excited to see more interactions between the two as you get used to being here, the unpredictability of what to expect making you chuckle quietly in anticipation.
You continue to let your eyes roam through the photos on the walls, enjoying seeing so many photos of Yuji smiling throughout different points of his life. He did say that he had a happy upbringing, but it’s nice to see photos demonstrating that.
Then, your eyes land on a particular spot, and you feel your heart swell with emotion.
Eyes locked on the spot on the wall close to the window, you see photos that make you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. Polaroids that take you back in time and make you revisit memories that you keep close to your heart. They’re photos of both of you.
Photos that you remember taking yourself with a little Instax camera that your father bought you back in your high school days.
There’s a photo of you and him hugging a large Pikachu mascot at the Ikebukuro Pokémon Center, your smiles more radiant than the sun. Another photo shows you and him participating in a local Smash Bros. Doubles tournament, you both seated next to each other with competitive, fiery looks on your faces, clearly eager to take the enemy team down.
And finally, there’s a photo that makes you smile warmly from nostalgia.
Depicting you and Yuji two years younger, it’s a selfie that you both took at a McDonald’s at midnight near your university after finishing your group project and presenting it to your whole class.
It was your first group project together, the one that, by pure chance, brought you together to become inseparable partners in crime.
In the photo, Yuji, eyes crinkled happily, has his arm wrapped around your shoulders (something he’s continued to do to this day) while happily sipping a large Diet Coke, and you’re winking at the camera, holding a Hello Kitty Happy Meal toy that was out at the time next to your cheek.
It’s… crazy to think about, sometimes.
Had your professor ended up assigning you both different partners, you’re almost certain that you would have never crossed paths. You probably never would have become best friends, and you wouldn’t know what you would have missed. Such a thought scares you intensely.
Despite how well you two get along and how perfectly connected you are enough to understand each other’s thoughts and body language, you both come from such different worlds.
You were the gay, dorky social recluse who spent all of his days on his bed playing games, reading fanfics, and never entertained the thought of finding entertainment outside. You weren’t dirty or gross, and you worked out at home, so you were decently fit and pretty handsome. You just didn’t talk to anyone, nor did you feel a strong desire to do so.
On the other hand, Yuji was, and, honestly, still is, the university’s popular golden it boy across all departments. Even back in first year, everyone wanted to be his friend. Everyone wanted to be seen hanging out with him. Everyone wanted to either date him or be him. You couldn’t blame anyone, though. As boisterous as he was, he was also kind and encouraging. Even now, after two years, you still fall victim to the pink-head’s handsome face, his infectious charm, his charismatic attitude, and his chiselled body.
But when you, two seemingly polar opposites, were paired together for a group project, you feared the worst. Not because you thought he would shun you or intimidate you, rather, you figured that your time working together would be filled with awkward silence, small talk that went nowhere, and you sweating nervously from how handsome he was up close.
But it wasn’t anything like that. He immediately showed interest in you, and you reciprocated that interest in kind.
What initially started as small talk ended up becoming passionate conversations about the surprisingly numerous things and interests that you had in common. What initially started as one-hour homework sessions at the university library ended up becoming nights at your apartment for homework and then playing video games until sunrise. And what used to be Yuji sighing from his old friend group texting him to go to the club, and reluctantly saying goodbye to you, ended up becoming him telling them no and instead staying at your place to eat junk food and watch old seasons of the Pokémon anime.
He still likes going to nightclubs and parties, but he has found better guys to do that stuff with since then. Although… he’ll always choose hanging out with you first if you aren’t busy or asleep.
It’s crazy how just a few photos can make you reminisce and think about how far the two of you have come together. Two years may seem short to some, but those years for you personally have been so impactful thanks to Yuji.
Because of him, you’re now able to leave your room and find ways to enjoy yourself out in the world with or without him. Because of him, you’re able to hold conversations with other people and show them who M.C. is, no longer being just Yuji’s dorky side piece, even if you still prefer hiding under your covers. And because of him, you were able to truly learn what it means to be close to someone, body and heart.
As much as he sometimes grinds your gears and makes you wonder if you’re gonna grow gray hairs at an early age, you know you found someone who will go to war for you, and you would do the same for him.
You have a love for each other that transcends the typical boundaries of friendship, and you consider yourself blessed to have found him.
You didn’t think you would be going down this path down memory lane tonight, considering earlier events and revelations, but it isn’t unwelcome.
As you travel down memory lane in your mind, certain thoughts interrupt your path.
You’re best friends, perhaps even more so.
But after tonight, it’s clear that you don’t know everything about each other and that he still has some things that he hides, which he is totally allowed to do, and you don’t hold anything against him for doing so.
It’s just… it does plant questions in your mind, and you have learned from him not to hold back on your words and thoughts if you want something, anything.
So, you decide to interrupt the comfortable silence and ask him.
“Hey, Yuji?” You speak softly, but your tone tells Yuji that you want his full attention. As such, he puts a black hoodie in the (thankfully) growing cleaning pile and crawls over to sit next to you, his arm touching yours.
“Yeah? What’s up?” His eyes meet yours with no hesitation. Perhaps he was expecting a serious conversation to happen and was already prepared and waiting for it to happen.
Well, tonight's series of events is not something you just experience and brush over, and although he was acting oblivious as he likes to do, perhaps he knew you’d speak up eventually.
“Um… did you- Did I- Hmm...” You try to start, but you fail, to your surprise.
…
Silence fills the air as his warm brown eyes look into your own, patient and ready for you.
You… don’t know how to start, much less what to say.
The words that were flying in your head inconveniently scattered away like pages in the wind, and you end up looking to the windows instead, perhaps thinking that the night sky will give you the words.
It doesn’t.
Like an old car desperately fighting to start, rumbling and revving only to go back to silence, you find yourself doing exactly that.
Yuji’s seen this happen to you a few times, and when you first became friends, he tried egging you on to get to the point, which only ended up prolonging your stumbling and silence.
Since then, as you have grown close, he has learned to be patient, kind, and sweet to you to help you get to where you wanna go.
It doesn’t come from pity; rather, he just learned how to handle conversing with a social recluse and how to guide you towards being more comfortable with speaking.
When this happens, he has a tried and true trick, one that never fails to let the words flow out of you with ease. He grabs your closest hand and intertwines your fingers, his large and calloused hand engulfing your smaller and softer, slightly less calloused one.
That’s it, that's all he does, and that’s all he ever needs to do.
His warm touch speaks a thousand words that he doesn’t need to say.
With him, you’re safe, protected, and free to say whatever is on your mind, and although he loves loves LOVES to tease you sometimes and parrot your words like a bratty child, that’s not something you need to worry about right now.
It’s something so simple, but it does so much more for you than you know.
With his silent reassurance, you look towards him, into those kind brown irises.
In the warm lighting, with the dark brown wooden walls behind him, Yuji looks picturesque and like a daydream.
This is a sight that authors can only dream of when they try to create their main love interest for their romance novels: The handsome best friend looking only at you, his eyes loving, kind, and showing that there’s nothing to be afraid of.
But nothing anyone writes could ever compare to the man Yuji is, here in the flesh, here in the moment.
With that, the words finally found you.
“Can I ask… why did you never tell me anything about your living situation?” You try not to let your words convey hurt, but maybe his not saying anything at all did sting your heart somewhat.
You couldn’t bear even thinking it, but… did he maybe think he couldn’t trust you with that information for some reason? Despite how undeniably close the two of you are?
“Maybe it was naive of me to think so, and feel free to tell if it was, but I really thought that I knew everything about you, or at least almost everything, Yuji.” It hurts to say it. “We all have our secrets, of course, it’s just that I can’t help but reach a million possible conclusions as to why you didn’t tell me or if you were ever going to, if circumstances didn’t bring me here.”
The ambient noises of the air conditioning fill the room as the city lights shimmer from below, a reminder that it’s just you two above the clouds in this little world.
You think you’re done, but more words flow out, needing to be said.
“Did you think that you couldn’t trust me with this information? That maybe I’d take advantage of your living situation and see you as just a means to an end, rather than just you? Did anything I ever say make you think that?” You’re not angry. A tad bit hurt, sure, but he definitely has to have his reasons. “I don’t think I can blame you since I’ve never been in a position to even think that I had to hide information like this, so I’ll never understand being in those shoes… it’s just… Fuck, I don’t even know where I’m going with this anymore.”
It’s safe to say you’re done now, his eyes never leaving yours as you let your feelings and thoughts out.
While you were speaking, multiple emotions flashed in Yuji’s light brown eyes as he listened to you: the gentleness of understanding, clear hesitation, regret upon seeing what his secrecy had brought to you, and a resolve to make things right.
You look down at your lap, hearing him open and close his mouth multiple times, and you can feel the hand holding yours tighten a bit and get a little bit sweaty. But… if he can be there to support you, you can do the same. So you never let his hand go, the message of safety going both ways.
Finally, his deep voice, backed by a gentle approach, cuts through the silence.
“M.C… First, I want to apologize to you.” He starts with intention. “I wasn’t hiding any of this information accidentally or anything; no, it was all intentional. A university student living in a penthouse with a CEO in perhaps the most expensive building in Tokyo? Of course I know that shit’s crazy and that not just anyone could just shrug it off like it’s everyday info. In my head, I didn’t think I could or should tell anyone, point-blank.” He looks down at his lap as well. “It’s not that I don’t trust you specifically… Please believe me when I say that was never ever the case… I just had no idea how to tell someone, anyone, something like this.” He ends his words with just a whisper.
…
You look to the window to process his words. That’s… completely fair and makes perfect sense. Again, you have never been in his shoes, so you can only try to understand his reasoning, and it makes sense. You don’t know how anyone could react to learning about a way of life like his. People could end up seeing him as a personal wallet rather than the amazing, kind-hearted, selfless, and strong man that he is, and the thought alone hurts your heart. You really can’t blame him for his choice of actions and-
“It’s not you, M.C… It’s me.” He says out of the blue, interrupting your thoughts.
…
……
……..
You slowly look back at him, his words echoing in your head.
He looks at you with blank eyes and then-
“... pfft…!” You can’t help it; the absurdity is too much for you to handle.
“Heh… hahaha!” He follows suit, laughing out loud.
As you laugh like little boys, cheeks turning red, and leaning on each other, you wipe a tear forming on your eyes and look back into his crinkled, joyous eyes.
“Was that cliche ass line really necessary? God, you make it sound like we’re doing the break-up scene in some corny ass romance flick…”
“My bad, my bad… I just wanted to lighten up the mood a bit.” He places your head gently on his shoulder. “All that serious shit doesn’t suit us, y’know?”
His body is warm and comfortable, and being like this with him on this comfortable bed is nothing short of cozy. “Yeah, can’t say you’re wrong…”
He clears his throat as he settles into a more comfortable position, the warm, fluffy, expensive covers feeling amazing from below.
“But yeah, my thing is that I just didn’t know how to tell anyone or even worse, if I could trust anyone. But alongside that, I just wanted to have some normalcy in my life, more specifically, a taste of the more regular and humble life.” He plays with your hand and fingers idly on his thigh. “Don’t get me wrong, I love my room here and hanging out with the guys is fun, and I’m very grateful and lucky, but… I feel like I have so much more fun when I’m just hanging out with you in your apartment, eating take-out sushi, and playing video games. Taking the bus instead of driving fancy cars, pigging out on instant noodles instead of caviar and steaks, and doing homework in your room rather than the study here… It’s fun and it keeps me grounded.”
He intertwines your fingers once again. “I obviously mean no offence, but things are so much simpler with you, and I honestly prefer that so much more than the penthouses, gardens, and luxury cars. It was selfish of me to keep all of this from you, and I’m sorry about that, M.C. I’m sorry about the secrecy, and perhaps a part of me is hoping that helping you out of your sticky situation like this could serve as part of my apology.” He squeezes your hand softly.
…
You really can never be mad at him. Not that you were even trying tonight.
“Hey… I think I understand where you’re coming from now.” You nuzzle into his shoulder. “I can’t imagine the burden this must have been for you, and I want you to know that I’m not mad. I can admit I was a little hurt, but I know that hurting me is never something you want to do, and your explanation and apology are more than enough for me, okay? You know I don’t need material things to serve as apologies… as appreciated as this definitely is.” You both snicker at that.
“But I must say… You are right, you really don’t know how to drop this type of news on someone!” You snicker on his shoulder. “My best friend has no idea that I’m living the Wattpad Y/N dream life, and I live in a penthouse with probably all rich men, so what do I do? I’m gonna pick him up in my brother’s Toyota Century, drive him around Tokyo, and take him to said penthouse with no warning at all!”
It’s all so hilarious in hindsight; it feels like this all happened months ago, when really all this insanity started a few hours ago, with you now being well into the very early morning hours. Guess that’s how much of a whirlwind this has all been for you.
He flushes slightly from your verbal jab. “Heh… hehehe… Ah, yeah. Truth be told, I knew it was fucking ridiculous when I planned it all earlier today. I knew you’d be speechless at multiple points throughout the night, but I figured if I acted smug or like nothing was wrong, it’d all be fine.” He lowers his voice, feeling shy all of a sudden. “Um… did I pull the nonchalant act well, though? Hehe…”
“Concerningly very well, Yuji…” You confirm with a firm tone. “I was thinking to myself earlier, ‘He’s dumb sometimes, sure, but he can’t be this fucking dense, right?’ with how you seemed to ignore and shrug off my shock.”
He laughs at that and shakes his head. “Haha… on top of your eviction, I’m sure that just made your brain absolutely shut down.”
“Boy, you have no idea…”
With that, you both snicker until you both sigh and relax in the physically and atmospherically comfortable silence, enjoying each other’s warmth and company.
If one has the opportunity to vibe in a penthouse bedroom in silence, why not do so now?
After enjoying the silence with Yuji, you let yourself look around his bedroom once more to see what else this place has to offer.
Your eyes wander to the corner of the room where the two windows meet, and you notice a slightly elevated wooden floor. On it, there’s a TV and various gaming consoles, old and new, a nice little plush table perfect for drinks and snacks, and a few bean bag chairs. It’s the absolutely perfect mix of comfort and leisure that anyone can enjoy, and luxury and privacy that not everyone can indulge in.
You can imagine yourself playing video games and watching movies as the sky changes colours behind the TV, you can imagine yourself taking a nap in one of the bean bag chairs on a rainy day, and you can imagine yourself snacking on junk food and talking until sunrise with a friend or a boyfriend at the table.
This is a room where anything is possible, with the sky being the limit… a limit that you are physically very close to. You have the freedom to turn this place into whatever you want within reason for free, and that is something you know that people all around the world dream about and could consider killing for.
…
But it does beg the question.
How could Yuji just… give it up?
You know now and understand that he likes simplicity and spending his days and nights mostly on the ground like everyone else. But this is a little world that you could run to and hide in when the world gets to be too much at times. This isn’t just a bedroom, it’s a sanctuary. This is a place that you can turn into your own, which Yuji certainly did if the photos on the wall and the… piles of clothing are anything to go by.
So… why?
…
Why fool yourself? You can ask all these questions, but deep down, you know why.
You remember why.
He told you why.
Fushiguro Megumi, that’s why.
From what you have gathered from what Yuji had told you, as well as your own observations around school, Megumi is a relatively nice guy around your guys’ age, doing his Bachelor’s in Medicine.
You’ve only crossed his path a few times, but you can’t blame Yuji for being smitten with him. He’s a very handsome guy, but definitely on the quiet and withdrawn side, something you can resonate with. You might even say he’s like a mysterious prince, even, something you don’t think you can resonate with. Also, Yuji wasn’t lying when he said those jeans hug his ass nice and tight. You definitely found yourself peeking down when he wasn’t looking. You’re just a simple guy, after all.
When you do see him around, which doesn’t happen often since you aren’t friends or anything, he pretty much keeps to himself, never having been seen hanging out with a group of big friends or anything. But Yuji, from his admitted stalking, mentioned to you before that when he isn’t in class, Megumi is always going to be in the library either finishing assignments, reading for fun, or playing a gacha game on his phone, Genshin Impact specifically… and yes, Yuji gets close enough to see what he’s playing somehow without him noticing.
Yuji has mentioned his name quite a bit around you, but you didn’t think his little crush was serious enough for him to make such a huge decision like giving his penthouse bedroom to you.
There has to be more to this.
“Yuji.” He lets out an mhm to indicate that he’s listening. “You can’t be serious when you tell me that you’re leaving this,” You gesture your hand in a circle towards his lavish and spacious bedroom, “for a guy.”
To that, he tilts his head.
You continue, “I mean, I understand that you have a crush on the guy, and from what you have said so far, he seems like a sweet and chill guy. But I’m always going to assume that there’s more to a story when you’re involved. So tell me, Yuji, what’s up with this?” Your curiosity and questioning are very apparent in your tone.
Damn, you’re blunt.
With one hand scratching his scalp as he figures out how to answer, he lets out a sigh. “Eh, I guess I should explain things a bit more, yeah.” He pauses a bit before continuing, “Am I choosing to leave all of this behind for a guy? Yes, but not entirely.”
Now you’re the one tilting his head.
“Honestly, I think I was just looking for a good reason to leave this place without having my brother strangle me to death. I mean, leaving this place that he had to ask his boss if I could stay in just because I want something simpler and literally down to earth? Yeah, he’ll whoop my ass. But me leaving this place because I want to get with this guy I like? I can already hear him saying, ‘Go get ‘em, tiger,’ and patting my back. I just want this to be an easy process.”
Huh?
“So, let me see if I have this correct, you,” You softly jab a finger into his chest, “are using Megumi as a way to not piss Sukuna off because you don’t want him to think you’re trashing away the opportunity he got for you?” His ideas never fail to amaze you.
“... You just met him, but I’m sure you’ve seen how scary my brother can be.”
Well.
Shit.
He’s not wrong there.
“Ok, fair enough, I guess.” You relent at that.
“But in all honesty and jokes aside, I just want something simpler. I’d like to walk to the convenience store for 3 AM ramen instead of taking a whole ass elevator down. I wanna take the bus and not deal with the attention that comes with walking out of a swanky car. Not to brag, but I already get enough attention.” You roll your eyes at that. “And, I guess I like being able to hear the sounds of the city and the people living their everyday lives outside of an open window instead of just having the sound of the air conditioning being my only companion. That’s why I spent more days and nights at your place instead of here. Well, I also of course just wanted to hang out with you too, hehe.”
Cheeky.
“Seeing Megumi’s little social media posts about looking for a roommate is what gave me the initiative to do something I’ve been wanting to do for a while. So, hey, moving out into something a little bit smaller with a guy that I’m crushing on and am willing to do anything to make him fall in love with me, and on top of that, giving my penthouse bedroom to my best friend in need? Three birds, one stone.” He enthusiastically ends his explanation with a cutesy wink that you could swear let out a sparkle.
…
All you can do is sigh because, at the end of the day, it makes sense, but God, the way this man’s brain works sucks the life out of you sometimes.
His ideas and words lead to a conclusion that works out for everyone, but damn man, make it make sense while you’re trying to make it make sense.
All you can do is raise your hands in surrender.
“You know what? Fair enough, man. After tonight, and I guess after two years of sticking to your side, I’ve learned that everything ends up working out for you.”
“Hehe… but, of course, babyboy~” He kisses your cheek at that.
…
It’s warm, his kiss textured from his slightly dry lips.
It’s affectionate, it’s loving, and it’s so very intimate.
Cute displays of affection and pet names like that have basically become second nature for the two of you. Whenever the two of you are alone, you’re always cuddled up, kissing and letting each other’s hands rest wherever they land on each other’s bodies, and of course, having sex until sunrise whenever you guys are pent-up, stressed, or simply horny.
…
But…
Reality is, usually this type of skinship and whatnot is reserved for boyfriends, a line that you and Yuji have agreed long ago not to cross for the sake of your friendship.
Friends don’t kiss like lovers, but you two did it with more passion and emotion than couples with decades together. Friends don’t thirst for each other, but you two imbibed each other’s sweat, saliva, and semen like parched men on the brink of death.
This was how it’s been for years, and it worked perfectly for both of you, and you never really entertained the thought of being with another man, with school basically taking over most of your thoughts. A boyfriend would be nice, but with your best friend basically satisfying those emotional and physical needs, you didn’t think of getting one anytime soon.
But it seemed that Yuji was ready to move on from this comfortable little dynamic you two had and pursue true romance.
…
You knew it was going to happen; you both did. Someday, eventually, one or both would fall for another guy when being friends with benefits wasn’t enough, or if they found a guy that they wanted to jump into the deep end with.
You just didn’t know when it would happen, and you definitely don’t know how to just... move on from what you have with him.
While reality was claiming its territory in your mind, Yuji noticed your strange expression after he kissed your cheek. He breathes into his hand, wondering if his breath smelled bad, but after noting that it didn’t, he waved a hand in your face.
“Hellooooo, M.C.? Dude, my breath doesn’t smell bad, so why are you making that face? It’s your ‘What the fuck do I do now?’ face. I see it a lot when you’re reading that textbook for that one class we have…”
You blink in surprise, him successfully getting your attention.
“A-ah… sorry, it’s just… so you’re pretty serious about Megumi, yeah?” Your tone is stiff, and your eyes look a bit hesitant as they look down at your lap.
He blinks at that. He figured you were done talking about him, but apparently not.
“Hm? Well, considering I kinda stalk him sometimes, check out his ass a lot, and I’m moving out to live with him… yeah, I definitely plan on making him mine.” He says with determination. “Uh… why do you ask? I know you like to look at that thick ass too, but I already called dibs!” He sticks his tongue out at you like a brat.
You stay silent.
“Huh?” He says in his head. This is weird to him. Why are you… not saying anything? Why aren’t you punching his shoulder and telling him to shut up when he says stupid shit?
Before he can say something, you beat him to it.
“Yeah… Yeah, stupid question, my bad.” Your tone maintains its blank and stiff tone.
...
What is this feeling?
...
“...M.C.? Talk to me, you’re being weird all of a sudden. Was it the kiss? I don’t know what I did, but I’m sorry.” He’s confused, rightfully so. But so are you. “Just… say something.”
The atmosphere, once warm and comfortable, in the blink of an eye turned confusing, stiff, and you swear that you even hear the hum of the lights in the ceiling.
...
Yuji’s… ready to move on in a way.
Onto someone else.
Not you.
You don’t even know where to start with this. But that’s how you know that what you’re feeling is real and that it’s causing such an incomprehensible whirlwind inside of you. The confusion, the dip you feel in your stomach, the uncomfortable feeling in your heart, the way you want to scratch your arms.
You didn’t feel like this the past few times he told you about his crush, nor when he initially dropped the news on you that night when you got that dreadful notice. Maybe it’s finally hitting you now.
What is this feeling?
Your brain doesn’t know what to say, but your mouth grows impatient, letting its own words sneak out before you can stop them.
“We can’t keep doing this, then.”
...
Done. Just like that.
Yuji blinks at that, not expecting those and not understanding them.
“...What?” You’ve never heard this tone from him. “M.C., talk to me. What do you mean by that? You need to say more before I misunderstand something.”
Fuck. You don’t like this feeling in your heart.
“I mean this, Yuji.” You stare at your intertwined hands. “Y’know… holding hands, kissing, calling each other pet names, and… sex.” Your voice gets quieter as more words come out. “We can’t do any of that anymore if you’re serious about Megumi. It wouldn’t feel right for me.”
Ah. So that’s what it is. Yuji understands now. Yeah, makes sense.
…
Ah. Yeah, you’re… right.
Ah… shit. It’s registering in Yuji’s mind as well. He, just like you, got used to your little romantically platonic dynamic and-
“Ah…” That’s all Yuji can say to that.
...
Suddenly, the spacious bedroom is engulfed in the darkness of the night.
As if God himself is playing a trick on you, the ceiling lights turn off automatically, as Yuji has them set to do so when it’s far too late into the night, as he sometimes falls asleep with them on. Now, the room is only illuminated by the glow of the nearby buildings below you, and you both swear you’ve never heard silence quite this loud.
...
In this dark silence, on this bed far too big for just two people, in this little room above the clouds, far from prying ears, you both simply get lost in your heads. Reality is staking its claim, and you both simply don’t know what to say, which is normal for you, but for someone like Yuji, the ever-reliable and headstrong one, whom you always ran to when you didn’t know what to do, it’s uncharacteristic.
Your eyes speak of feelings of being lost and confused, and his speak words of confusion and conflict.
But with enough time passing by, Yuji speaks softly.
“M.C.” It’s a soft but firm start. “We have always been friends, no, best friends first and foremost, yeah? You’re still and always will be more than a friend to me. I’d say we are partners for life, even. The things that we did… we obviously didn’t plan for us to go down this path when we first became friends; it just came to be after an impulsive action and pent-up desires took action and snowballed into what we have now.” His words tell the story of how your friendship evolved into one of not just emotional intimacy but also physical intimacy. “We knew it was going to come to an end sooner or later, this… ambiguous dynamic we have. M.C., we aren’t boyfriends, we aren’t in love with each other like that… right?”
...
What does he mean by “Right?”
You aren’t in love with him. You… know that.
Did you have a crush on him when you first became friends? Of course you did. God, who fucking wouldn’t? Yuji is effortlessly sweet, infectiously hilarious, heartstoppingly handsome, and unconditionally loyal to those he cares for. It was only natural for you to fall for him at the start, and it was mutual. That morning after you first had sex together, when the young hormones died down and the sweat dried up, you confessed your feelings to each other and while it was amazing… You both didn’t want to risk this irreplaceable friendship you shared, and so, you set your feelings to the side and let the flame die slowly until it faded away.
Your friendship became one when you relied on and found comfort in physical and sexual satisfaction with each other. The sex was passionate and intimate, but never romantic, the kisses and cuddles were sweet, but they weren’t shared between lovers, and the words and pet names you exchanged were heartfelt but never permanent.
Your little crush truly did fade away. After all, it’s not like you lashed out jealously when Yuji spoke of his crush. But as the clock ticks and huge decisions are being made and finalized, this also means that you have to say goodbye to one of the greatest sources of comfort and satisfaction that you have, and you… don’t know if you like that feeling.
Is it romantic heartbreak you’re feeling? Romantic abandonment? No, it’s not that.
It just hurts to say goodbye to something you found solace and warmth in.
“No, Yuji, you’re right. Our friendship was always the priority. I did like you from the start, you know that. And who knows, maybe that little part of me is still somewhere, and that’s why I’m feeling so weird about having to put an end to this. It’s not that I’m jealous or that I don’t want you to find another guy and fall in love. It’s just… I think I find it a bit heartbreaking to… end what we have with each other.” That’s what it is. “I really like it when you kiss me, when you hold me tight, when you call me such sweet names, and I loved doing the same for you. It became more than a source of comfort for me and… I know that we were going to put an end to it someday, but now that that someday is here… it hurts, I can’t lie about that.”
To say goodbye to something that has become a central part of your relationship… no one can just easily move on from that. You became friends with benefits because you didn’t want to deal with feelings and emotions, and still enjoy intimacy and friendship, but it happened anyway, funny that. This was supposed to be something that you both could end easily, in theory. But the sweet words, the pet names, the touches when no one was looking, and the passionate nights, those are what make this so difficult.
As he listened to you, his hand never let yours go, maybe because he wanted to enjoy the remaining time you two could be like this with each other before he tries to put his hand in another man's. The clock is ticking in his head as well.
“I… think I get what you mean.” Yuji’s voice is a whisper. “I got used to it as well. Even if we are just friends, every kiss I planted on you, every sweet nothing I whispered to you, and every night I came to you because you said you were lonely or stressed, that was all genuine and from the heart, and I always wanted to do it more and more. I didn’t think about what would actually happen or what you and I would feel when the time came for this to end, and now that we are here… it does feel heartbreaking, and I can’t say it feels good.” You can feel the conflict in his words.
“But… I am serious about Megumi. It might all crash down and be for nothing. He could easily reject me in less than a second, but I do want to try.” His voice becomes resolute. “What we had going on was amazing, and I’m glad I shared that comfort and connection with you. But I want to be in an actual relationship, y’know? I want a guy I can take on real dates and then introduce him to my parents as my boyfriend. I know you want something like that too, and who knows, maybe if we hadn’t become such close friends so quickly, we might’ve ended up dating. But… I don’t want to risk it. What we have is too valuable to ruin with a potential breakup that, sure, might not even happen, but I’d rather stay where we are while also searching for more elsewhere.” You can tell from his words and his voice, as soft and understanding as they are, that his decision is final, even if conflict is apparent in his eyes.
It’s all fair. It’s so fucking fair, and he’s more than allowed to want more than just a friend that he can fuck, even if you two are obviously so much more than that.
“Yeah… no, I agree 100% with everything you said, Yuji.” You had no problem logically with anything he said. “Please don’t think that I’m mad or jealous or any of those things. Moreso, I’m just feeling sad that we have to move from this little charade we had. But, if you want more than what we have… how could I ever fault you for that when you’ve always been there for me and supported me at my darkest? You deserve love, all of it and more. So even if it fucking hurts… which trust me, it does. I really want all of this, not just the Megumi stuff, to work out for you, even though it obviously will, because it’s you after all. Just know that I’ll smile for you, and should the situation ever call for it, maybe I could tell Megumi how great a guy you are!” Even though your eyes are fighting tears, you finish your words with a thumbs up reminiscent of the ones Yuji always does.
After hearing your heartfelt words of understanding, sadness, and support, Yuji feels such conflicting emotions in his heart. Gratitude to have a partner for life like you who understands him, as well as sadness of his own that he won’t be able to kiss you and call you “baby” anymore.
“M.C…” His light brown eyes shimmer in the moonlight from the window as they look into your own. “Thank you for understanding. I knew you would. I wish we could have avoided this pain, but… I guess that’s our own fault for going as far as we did. But, trust me, I wouldn’t take it back.” His hand tightens as he holds your own. “I’m sure this goes without saying, but we’re still gonna be best friends for life, yeah?” He asks with a little snicker.
Pfft, fucking idiot.
…Nah, this is something that should actually be said.
“Pfft, fucking idiot. Obviously? Just because I can’t fucking suck your cock anymore doesn’t mean I don’t wanna take advantage of your apparently fat wallet and get free boba. C’mon now, man…”
To that, you both laugh, your snickers filling the darkness in this private realm in the sky with life. It’s funny. Somehow, you can still laugh and joke like naughty schoolboys after you two, in a way, are having a break-up.
He lets go of your hand and opens his arms wide, his message loud and clear; it’s a sight that you never got tired of. It’s what he always does when he knows you need some tender loving care.
“C’mere, M.C…”
Before he could even finish his words, you jumped and melted into his embrace. His warmth comforts you and makes you feel safe and loved as always, even after tonight’s events and conversations.
You both sigh in relief and comfort. You’re relieved that even after the uncomfortable, but necessary, conversation and decision, you can still find warmth and love in each other like this. It’s possible that not everyone could do what you both did.
Yuji’s touch is like home to you, warm, soft, and keeping you safe from anything and everything. During the past two years, Yuji’s body and his words were what gave you solace, warmth, support, and love, and honestly, you want to enjoy as much of it as you can while it’s still yours, before you have to give them away to another man (Obviously, it’s not that dramatic or that serious, but it sounded good to say in your head). His big, strong arms envelop you in his warmth, and the scent of his cologne and his own natural musk fill your senses. You wonder if this truly is the last time you can enjoy this before you have to go back to simple hugs exchanged between friends.
A few more seconds pass by before you both pull away from the hug, your arms still grasping each other’s sleeves, almost like neither of you wants this to end. Or at least to end so soon or abruptly. It’s like you’re counting to the final milliseconds, trying to savour the ride until the ship tips over the edge of glory.
Even in the darkness, his eyes are locked onto yours, his gaze speaks of his hesitance to let go. But more so than that, you see in those light brown irises of his a mix of finality and desperation. And what he sees in your own eyes, whether you realize it or not, is something similar.
The sounds of your soft breaths and the air conditioning system fill the space, along with the little shuffles you two make on the blankets you sit on. Your gazes don’t leave each other, and your hands remain gripping each other’s clothes. You don't know if it's magnetism, desperation, or maybe even the slightest tinge of regret that you’re both going through with this, but something prevents you two from separating.
And before you can even register what’s happening or even think if it's a good idea, you and Yuji are slowly, but surely, as if acting on muscle memory and emotions, bringing your faces closer and closer, eyes flickering back and forth to hesitant eyes and licked lips.
…
Is this a bad idea?
Who knows? Maybe? You did just agree that you will stop this once and for all, but… would one last kiss be a crime? Would one last kiss be enough to allow you both to move forward together with smiles and settled feelings? Or, could a kiss make you both forget everything you just said and throw it all out of the window while they’re on fire?
You’re not sure, but before you know it, you’re both forehead-to-forehead, and from the look in his eyes, he seems to be thinking the same thing.
You can feel the hesitant temptation in his gaze.
… Should you do it?
“God, what the fuck am I doing?” Yuji thinks to himself.
He knows that this is the end.
Everything that has happened is what he needed to do for him to move forward and at least try getting with that cute boy he can’t stop thinking about. The difficult words you exchanged needed to be said, and he doesn’t regret his choice, as much as it hurts.
So… why is he doing this? Bringing his lips closer to yours, despite everything? And fuck, why are you doing the same thing?
It’s supposed to be over, this relationship between friends. And it really is.
…
But things don’t ever just end easily, do they?
Just because you say it’s over doesn’t mean the love you feel, whether platonic or romantic or whatever the fuck it ever was, for each other is gone.
Just because it’s over now doesn’t mean he has immediately forgotten the kisses he planted all over your skin, the moans and screams he forced out of your throat, and the gallons of your sweat, semen, and saliva that he savoured like a starving animal.
Just because it’s over doesn’t mean he can just forget that you’re one of the sweetest, handsome, adorable, and dorkiest guys he’s ever seen and laid his hands on.
Two years of love, intimacy, and sex don’t just fade away, and God, he’s really realizing that right now and from how you’re basically replicating his actions, you feel the same.
Maybe… just one more time. For the road.
Just one more night entangled in the sheets with you shouldn't hurt, right?
… Should he do it?
“M.C.?” Yuji’s voice breaks you out of your daze; his voice, though always soft and deep, is now tinged with hesitation and unassuredness unbefitting of him. He was always the confident, headstrong one between you two, but… emotions and hormones can render a man so weak. Only this time, you don’t know if it’s hormones or emotions pulling you together like this. Maybe it’s both.
“Is… Is this okay?” It seems like he knows what you’re thinking as well, and whether you should both cross the line and stomp on the boundary between friends and lovers one more time.
“I…” You just end up trailing away as usual.
Fuck, you don’t know. Maybe it would be best if you quit cold turkey and went back to being just friends, just like that, quick and easy. You can literally just hug him again and then get the fuck out of here and go back home. Why do it when you just agreed to cut the string? There’s no logical reason to go through with this. Yuji has his eyes set on another man, end of story. And hey, now this opens up the opportunity for you to find a man of your own!
But before you can even think of the possibility of saying no, Yuji sneaks one of his oh-so-large and warm hands to rest on your cheek. With that hand, he caresses your skin, knowing that it’s the last time that he can do that. His callouses that came from everyday weightlifting roughly but somehow softly graze your soft skin, and it’s almost like he’s trying to tempt you into doing this.
“I don’t know, Yuji.” His eyes look into yours, seeking not just permission, but mutual willingness. “I really don't fucking know.” His other hand slowly creeps on your inner thigh. “I…” You don't even know what to say.
God, does he want this more than you? What happened to “Megumi this, Megumi that”?
You shouldn’t.
But, honestly?
With the moonlight shining handsomely on one side of his face, the large bed waiting to be messed up, the way his hands and eyes influence your mind, and you just plain and simple wanting to enjoy one more night of physical intimacy with your best friend, the decision was already made when your faces came together by some magnetic pull.
You really were just postponing the inevitable finale, huh?
But at this point, fuck that.
“… God, fuck it.” With a breathy exclamation of relent, your lips finally, fucking finally, meet his after the hesitation, temptation, and second thoughts.
Soon enough, you both fall flat onto the sheets.
God can only hope the sheets survive what shall come.
Notes:
.... remember me?
guys. GUYS. I AM SO SORRY...
your boy has been so busy.
busy as in i am travelling europe and could only write on the plane, in the car, in bed, or whenever else possible. in fact, as i am typing this i am chilling in an attic apartment in lucerne, Switzerland and enjoying the beautiful sights that i wish i could enjoy with my arm linked together with another man's. perhaps toji. or nanami. or gojo. or sukuna. or suguru. maybe all? future side story IDEA?!?!?!? last year i got to go on a date with a guy at finland's santa claus village, was v fun and cute.
anyways yes i've been flying and driving around... went to france, italy, monaco, and then i am going to germany next...
but u didnt ask any of that did u?
i hope this chapter was worth the horribly long wait, I HATE WAITING FOR THINGS TOO :(
we are approaching what i'd like to call the end of the Intro/Yuji arc. I think this was necessary for the worldbuilding and for the plot to flow in a hopefully cohesive way. I wanted to capture the themes of nostalgic reminiscence, difficult acceptance, and finality. I hope I did so in a way that seemed good to you.
Next chapter will be the finale of the intro. And I am halfway through writing it right now actually, and let me tell you, I'd love to experience the things I write... one day, one day. It's spicy, sweet, and I think it perfectly lays out the path for the future chapters and plot.
look forward to it, the wait won't be as long... if I break that promise... I accept any slur thrown towards me <3
bye handsome<3
Chapter 5: the closing of the curtains
Summary:
The ending doesn't have to be a simple goodbye.
Not that it was ever going to be with you and Yuji involved.
Fire, passion, lust, emotions, and finality all culminate to create one last firework show, one that will imprint itself into your nerves and memory forevermore.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Like a sip of pure crystalline water for a parched man in the desert dying of dehydration, kissing Yuji’s lips revitalizes you, and fire meets emotions to create a torrent of long-pent-up passion bursting out of you.
You let out a soft moan of satisfaction as Yuji lets out a sigh of relief and lust that he’s been wanting to let out for what felt like illegally extended hours. The two sounds serve as a clear indication that, of course, despite the hesitation and resolution to end things, this is definitely the best way for you both to end things on good terms. One last grand fucking finale. One last time for you to kiss and bite each other’s lips until they’re swollen and red, one last time for you both to coat your bodies and bedsheets in layer and layers of sticky sweat and semen, one last time for you to look into each other’s eyes with lust and love as he fucks the life out of you. This time, the theme of finality will be the star of the show in your eyes, not casual lust and release.
Yuji’s hands, which were tenderly caressing your skin, gradually transitioned from sweet, hesitant strokes of worship to rough shoves and gropes under your clothes, eager to defile and mark you as his, one last time. As is his signature, he can do sweet and do it so well, but when he’s rough, he means it, and it's clear from his intentful and naughty touches that he needs this. A hug and a goodbye were never going to be enough for him, not just for closure, but for his body as well. He needs to fuck, thrust, and cum countless times for the emotions in his heart to be satisfied enough to move on. He needs this, body and soul.
The kiss was initially sweet. Your kisses always started sweet when you weren’t horny and eager to fuck and mate like beasts. But as always, as fucking always, when the hormones reach their boiling point, the sweet and tender smooches and pecks, accompanied by sighs and little moans, slowly turn into a rough, primal mess where your lips smack and pop, his tongue invades and claims territory in your mouth, and your teeth clash from the roughness of it all.
You’re not sure if it’s from your hyperfocusing or the size of the room amplifying the sounds, but with the way Yuji moans and sighs echo around your body, it makes your cock harden like never before. His voice and the noises he makes in bed and when he gets in the mood have always been one of the sexiest things you’ve been blessed to hear, but when it’s mixed with that desperation you can only feel at the finale, God, there’s nothing like it, and you thank the Heavens that you can experience this one last time.
After a bit of time passes, you both pull away reluctantly, having made out desperately enough to bring yourselves to the brink of air deprivation.
“Mmm… fuck, baby. You know I needed to do it like this… I know you needed to do it like this.” He pants deeply as he whispers lewdly, but affectionately. His eyes look into yours, his gaze tinted with playfulness, satisfaction, and lust. He pinches your cheek playfully. “Let’s have fun tonight, yeah?”
How could you ever say no when he speaks to you like that? When he touches you like that?
And besides, he isn’t wrong. You were a fool to think you could find closure with some words and a hug. It could probably work for some people, sure. But for you two? Nah.
With a small snicker and a pinch to his cheek of your own, which earns an affectionate laugh and crinkled eyes from him, you whisper back. “Hah… We’re probably the only guys that can do this type of shit, Yuji. Having a dramatic conversation that you can only find in cheaply written fanfics, and then closing the curtain by how? Kissing and groping like horny teenagers… fuck, I should’ve seen it coming.” You quickly peck his lips. “But yes… I… wouldn’t want to end things with you any other way. So, let’s do it.”
From your kiss and your words, Yuji’s lips stretch into an eager grin. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I needed to hear, baby~”
He gets off your body and stands on his knees to eagerly remove his hoodie and form-fitting white compression shirt. With the way the moonlight shines on him from behind, his front is dark and shadowy, but his hulking form is ever-present and colossal. With those off, it’s just him and his tight-fitting jeans and God, the sight is something you see on the front page of Men’s Health magazines or the cover of porn DVDs. Broad and bulky, big muscles, and a sinfully tapered waist, fuck, why do you have to say goodbye to this?
As he begins to unzip his jeans, you get on your knees to eagerly pull your cardigan over your head and begin to slowly unbutton your flannel shirt. With a Pavlovian reaction, Yuji’s eyes darken, and before he can even finish unzipping and taking off his jeans, he pounces in front of you with his halfway unzipped jeans and unbuttons your shirt himself.
“Too fucking slow, baby… too fucking slow.” His voice is rough and dark as he sexily struggles to unbutton your shirt. If he didn’t respect you, he’d honestly just rip the damn thing apart, but he knows you love your clothes. Although… he’ll definitely fuck you like he doesn’t respect you, you can count on that.
His blatant eagerness to fuck and defile you is so fucking sexy, and you can’t help but reciprocate that eagerness. As he hastily unbuttons your shirt, you sneak your hands towards his bulge, one snaking across the hardening tent and the other pinching the zipper. As soon as he feels your one hand, particularly your pointer finger, sliding up and down his thickening cock, he can’t help but pause his actions and shakily let out a frustrated but pleasured exhale as he closes his eyes and looks up at the ceiling. “F-Fuck, baby…”
You unzip his jeans all the way down, and you can see the waistband of his underwear and his clothed erection peaking out, a clear wet patch where his tip is. “Come on, Yuji… don’t get left behind now.” You slowly swirl your finger around his clothed tip, feeling the wet stickiness of his pre-cum clinging to your skin. His breaths get heavier and heavier from aroused impatience. Like a man hypnotized, he keeps his eyes on your finger as you bring it to your lips and lick your finger clean of his precum. “Mmm…” Tasty. His flavour is potent and musky. “Please take my shirt off, Yuji.”
He lets out a frustrated growl. The impatience and temptation to tear your shirt into pieces and let the buttons fly away are getting stronger and stronger. God, he’s trying to play it sweeter than ever because he wants you two to savour your final night as friends with benefits, but you’re tempting him and seducing him like an incubus.
He gets back to hastily unbuttoning your shirt, almost halfway finished. “B-baby…” He almost whines from how impatient and horny he is, and your soft seduction is not helping at all. It's hot but… fuck, he can’t focus. Why did you have to wear a cute buttoned shirt tonight? Why couldn't you have worn something that he could easily pull over your head so he could bite and suck on your sexy ass nipples until there are teeth marks indented into your skin? “Y-you’re not fucking helping… A-ah-!” He lets out a moan and pauses his actions once more as you sneak your right pointer finger into his underwear and play with his sticky tip. “Fuck! Fuck, M.C.!” His rough moans echo in your ears. Fuck, that’s hot. Thankfully, he finished unbuttoning your shirt just in the nick of time, and the cool air sneaks onto your skin, which is welcome amidst this heated interaction.
Your finger is sticky and coated in his precum, the inside of his underwear hot and wet, a sheer testament to how turned on he is at this moment. You swirl your finger around his smooth and hot tip some more, forcing some more strangled moans out of him as he groans up at the ceiling, his neck muscles straining deliciously. Finally, you take your finger out of his underwear, and he’s since been reduced to a panting and sweaty mess, his chest shiny and wet.
This time, you bring your coated finger to his lips this time and like a hungry beast, he grabs your hand with both of his own and wraps his lips around your finger, eagerly savouring and lapping up his own precum. He moans pornographically, indulging in his masculine taste. The way his large and thick tongue swirls around your finger does favours for your cock, making it eagerly twitch and leak in your pants. He’s so fucking sexy and cute like this when he lets you take control, just for a little bit. He’s still a dominant beast even now, gripping your hand so tightly that you can’t even imagine freeing it, but he’s ok with letting you have some fun before it truly gets filthy.
In the heat of the moment, with your free hand, you sneak it to his left pec, but he’s too engrossed in violating your finger with his tongue to notice. Though his flavour is still long gone, he’s happy to worship even a small part of you; it’s the final night after all, why not be wild and shameless? With his mind elsewhere, your fingers get close enough to his nipple for you to take the opportunity to just…
PINCH
“A-AAAHH-!” Yuji let out a shocked roar of pain and pleasure as he felt the pinch of your fingers. It's electric and it sends jolts all through his body, his cock throbbing and his toes straightening. “Shit, baby!” His voice is rough from the shock, and god damn it, his underwear is getting fucking damp and wet from the foreplay and the naughty acts you’ve done so far.
With another growl of impatience, he lets go of your hand and lets it fall limply to your side. “Damn it. Alright, we’re done playing.” He looks at you with lustfully dark eyes, and it’s at this moment you realize, perhaps, you poked the bear a bit too much. “Get fucking ready, M.C.” He tells- no, warns you.
Fuck… you’re so fucking ready for him.
With a grunt of exertion, he grabs your sleeves, his muscles bulging as he roughly pulls them down your arms before throwing the cute shirt carelessly behind him onto the floor, his biceps and shoulder flexing deliciously in the moonlight as he does so. It kind of hurt, but the way he took it like he didn't care if it hurt you… that was hot and so worth it.
He then pushes you off your knees and onto your back and looms above you at your feet. It's a sight you’ve seen and a position you’ve been in many times before, but it never got old, even up to the finale. He stares down your body like a five-star meal that he’ll imminently tear into. Yeah, you’ll miss this.
He leans down until he’s face-to-face with your throbbing bulge; he swears he can feel the heat coming from it. With one hand, he fumbles with the button, eager to undo the damn thing. With the other… fuck. He doesn’t just rub, he fucking palms your clothed cock and roughly grinds his hand up and down your thick and stiff length.
“A-ahhhhh!~ Yuji! Wait!~” But he doesn't wait, why would he when he let you have your fun earlier? He grins sadistically but lovingly (how can that even be possible?) as he holds off on taking off your pants, simply enjoying the noises and expressions he forces out of you as he fucking harasses your erection with his large hand. He’s being rough. He presses his palm down on your tip and rubs it cruelly, and with the other hand, he rubs his fingertips roughly where your balls are and plays with them as much as he can while you’re still clothed, and he also scratches his fingernails on the body of your cock, the underside bearing the brunt of his touches. It’s torture, but you’d be happy to die like this. It’s deliciously cruel, it’s roughly pleasurable, and God, you don't want this to be the last time.
The sounds and moans forced out of you are downright pathetic and embarrassing, and Yuji fucking loves it. If it’s the end, why not turn you into his little songbird capable of any genre: sweet, suffering, or anticipating. He snickers in satisfaction from how your sounds echo in his bedroom. “Damn, I’m not going that hard… am I?” He teases you quietly, his voice barely audible due to your loud and lewd performance.
Finally, for better or for worse, his hands stop assaulting your hard cock and balls, though they still rest on top of your groin. The pleasurable torture felt amazing, but fuck, it wasn’t enough somehow. It was everything but still not enough; you need that skin-to-skin fire. You pant from vocal exertion, clearly taken out. But Yuji isn’t a patient man, especially not tonight.
Eager for his next meal, he stands back on his knees and brings down the zipper that rests below the button on the waistband and slowly pulls them down your legs.
“Down these go~” His quiet song is playfully naughty. The fabric comes down smoothly, inch by inch, revealing your smooth skin that he’s hungry to bruise and mark. Your pants easily slide over your feet, and he pulls off your socks as well, leaving your legs and feet fully exposed to the cold air of his bedroom. Similar to before, almost like he’s making it a performance, he tosses your pants and socks behind him onto the floor while looking you dead in the eyes with a seductive smirk and a deadly gaze. You can feel your thick cock bouncing in the confines of your underwear. “Babe… you’re so fucking sexy…” Those words come from a man who wants nothing more than to obliterate you in bed, but is keen to cherish the night and not tarnish your body too fast.
You had your fun earlier, playing with him for a bit and enjoying a teensy amount of control. But this is where you belong in the bedroom. Under a man with him taking full control of the wheel, making your choices, and deciding your fate. Nothing gets your blood rushing more than a big, strong man completely dominating you and making you his, body and soul. In your everyday lives, you and Yuji are the best of friends, partners in crime, who laugh, play, and stress together. But on the mattress, he’s the man. He’s the top. He’s the gamemaster. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.
He grabs your soft feet and plants them on his expansive chest, the touch of your skin feeling electric and warm. On your soles, you can feel his warm, damp skin and the plush bounce of his pecs. You can also feel his heart hammering in his chest, an indicator that, despite how smug and devilishly patient he may seem, he’s yearning to defile you and love you all at once.
Next, he brings the balls of your feet to his lips and he kisses them warmly and reverently. “I’m loving you from head to toe tonight, baby… quite literally, might I add~” He lets out a cheeky snicker at his joke, and you can't help but smile at how he’s willing to jest even now. Then, on your left foot, he starts his tongue at your heel before slowly gliding it up all the way to the tip of your hallux. It makes you take a sharp inhale, the wet feeling sending shivers all over your body. Fuck, it doesn't matter where it is; he’ll easily worship any part of your body and act like it’s holy.
“Y-Yuji, that feels… hah… weird.” But fuck, you’d be lying if you said you didn't like it. And even if you did, the way your cock leaks clear syrup would easily call out your bluff.
He snickers at your words and shakes his head. He retreats his devilish tongue and plants your feet back at his chest. “Just having my fun and enjoying your body, babe. Sue me?” He playfully jests and raises his arms in surrender before he roughly hugs your calves to his chest and pulls you closer to him. Your feet are now dangling to the side of his head, and your ass is hovering off the bed, dangerously close to his throbbing bulge. “But if you’re getting too impatient… I don't mind moving on to filthier things…” Those words were a sinful whisper.
He pushes you back into your former position and looms over you. This time, his gaze goes to your underwear. Fuck, if he didn't know any better, he’d think you fucking pissed yourself. The front of your cute light blue briefs is completely drenched in your precum, his seductive assault on your body clearly having done its job at making your big cock leak like a fountain.
That wet and sticky mess is easily one of Yuji’s favourite sights in the entire world because he is the reason for it. Whether through his touch or by you getting so turned by his body and voice, knowing that he can make you that fucking wet fills him with such pride as a man.
He grabs your waistband and slides your underwear down your legs, and you can feel the sticky garment leaving trails of precum down your legs and thighs. Fuck, how turned on are you? Is desperation and finality that much of an aphrodisiac?
Like a dog with his favourite treat, he brings your soaked underwear to his face and inhales the scent and liquid you can only release when you’re horny. It’s like cocaine to him; it sends him on a high that he wonders if he'll ever recover from. But he goes above and beyond tonight. He then put the wet part of your underwear in his mouth and fucking bites into it, filling your personal space with a naughty squelch as his teeth sink into it. Your dark masculine taste makes his eyes fucking roll back, and he groans in satisfaction, the noise resonating in the bedroom, and fuck, the way his cock throbs in his unzipped jeans in response to how turned on he is is fucking pornographic.
“Baby… baby… I need you so fucking bad…” He speaks in a hypnotized tone as if he’s far gone from this world. But almost like he realized you’re still there, his eyes go back to your face with your underwear in his mouth. He can see the way your cock throbs and the way slick, clear liquid glides down its body. The hunger that courses through his veins kicks into overdrive, and he tosses your soaked underwear to the floor, eager to do more.
Yuji finally, almost like this should’ve been done ages ago (it totally should’ve), finally completely unzips his jeans and eagerly tosses them away to join your clothes on the floor. And as much as you’d love to admire the view of Yuji in his boxers with his fat cock throbbing in them in the dark staring at you with bedroom eyes… he’s quick to take those off as well, clearly tired of the patient seduction and teasing. He, no, you both need to get your hands on each other’s bodies.
At long last, after everything that happened today. The long drive, the elevator ride up, exploring this private world, meeting and talking with Sukuna, reminiscing and coming to terms with reality with Yuji, you two are now here in the very early hours of the morning.
You’re both bare naked, your bodies faintly illuminated by the moonlight and city lights from below. Yuji stares at you from above while you lie down, fully exposed beneath him. Your body is deliciously framed by the fluffy black blanket you lie on, the fabric serving as a suave platform where acts of love, lust, and sin will be performed all night.
This is the calm before the storm. The moment of silence is littered with sexual anticipation and tension, before the room endlessly echoes with the noise of skin smacking skin and your moans, roars, and groans. For now, all you can hear is each other’s breathing. You’re more anticipatory for what’s to come, your breaths are sharper and quieter, tense for what’s to come. Yuji’s breath is ragged and deep. He huffs and puffs impatiently and hungrily as his eyes travel all over your body: your cock, your neck, your waist, wherever he can leave a mark and coat in cum.
You admire each other’s naked bodies for quite some time; it doesn't need to be said, but you both know that this is the last time you can see each other like this. In this position. In this light. In this context. You savour the sight of his bulging muscles, his huge and thick cock that’s eagerly throbbing, bouncing, and leaking strings of precum on the blanket, and the hungry and dazed look in his eyes. God, you’ll miss this. He savours the picturesque view of you under him. Your smooth skin, your delectably toned body, your cock leaking onto your abdomen, and the way your fingers and toes open and close from anticipation. God, he’ll miss this.
…
Fuck, you need him. You need his hand all over your body. You need his cock brutalizing your ass. You need his cum and sweat all over your body, until it enters your bloodstream and gets stuck in your hair. You need him whispering or screaming the most vile and naughty things in your ear as he defiles you. You need all of him and what he can do, and you’re tired of waiting.
With a lustful yet meek whisper, you tempt Yuji to you, “Yuji… come here already… I need you so fucking badly…” You look at his light brown eyes that are coated in lust. “Please.”
And Yuji… at the end of the day, he’s just a man. Men are simple creatures who, at their core, need to fuck and dominate. So when a man is tempted to do so, how could he say no? Not that he ever did. Fucking you up is one of life’s greatest pleasures to him, and he’s gonna devour and savour his final taste of you tonight.
With a lustful shake of his head and a vile smirk on his lips, he shrugs and lets out a simple but intentful, “Your wish is my command, M.C.” You want him to fill your mouth and asshole with his cum until you’re filled to the brim? He’ll do that. You want him to fuck you all the way down to a lower IQ? He’ll do that. You want him to cherish and love your body one last time? He’ll do that and make sure you will never forget this night, no matter what man comes into your life next.
With that, he finally descends on top of you.
He places both of his hands on both sides of your head, completely on top of you and casts you with his shadow.
And before you can even say anything, he claims your lips once more, making you forget whatever it is you were going to say.
Tonight will be something to remember.
Electricity incarnate, that’s what his touch and kisses feel like.
Maybe the atmosphere between you two was a little romantic at the start, but as always, it devolved into a filthy little mess abundant with moans, scratches, messy hair, and sweaty skin. But even then, there’s something intimate in the air. It’s not just the finality of everything, it’s also the absolute privacy. The fact that it’s just two of you, up in the clouds with the moon as your sole witness, able to scream and cry as much as you please, there’s something very special about that, and it certainly fuels the passion you both put in as you shove your tongues down each other’s mouths. You certainly were loud in your apartment, no doubt about that, but you were lucky enough to have no next-door neighbours, and downtown Akihabara was lively and loud enough to drown out your moans and roars that leaked out of your window like a noise someone could mistake for the wind. But here, there are no rules, and the fear of others listening in isn’t something of concern.
Yuji crushes you under his satisfyingly muscular weight as he devours your lips and drinks up the saliva in your mouth. You can feel every ridge and curve of his muscles as he grinds his body into yours. This kiss is nothing short of messy and lacking decorum, but the fire and lust that blaze between you two is undeniably delectable, and it feels so damn good. You know that your lips and chins are slick with saliva, with strings of it connecting between the two of you, but neither of you cares. The messiness of this all is a testament to the lust, passion, yearning, and pleasure you both feel in this moment.
The moans and groans that come out of Yuji’s mouth as he ravages your lips are nothing short of erotic and masculine. Breathy sighs that warm your skin, deep rumbles from his throat, and impatient growls, it’s like you’re listening to those boyfriend roleplay videos that you jerk off to when he wasn’t available. But he is here. You can feel him, hear him, and you need more from him. Likewise, your soft yet deep whimpers and whines make Yuji’s already slick and throbbing cock leak illegal amounts of precum onto your own cock as they rub and grind on each other, making your liquids mix and your bushes all sticky and wet. The sticky frottage between your thick, hard cocks is life-threateningly amazing, and by the gods, you both need more of that heavenly pleasure that can only be shared between men.
In this messy tangle of limbs, Yuji has one arm behind your neck, supporting it as he kisses you, with the other arm gripping your hair and making sure it doesn’t get in the way. It’s intimate and lustful. But your hands? They’re being a little bit more naughty and daring tonight, fueled by the context of desperation and getting your final taste. With Yuji on top of you, in the missionary position, his body is between your thighs and spreading them wide open as you grind your cocks together. This gave you the perfect opportunity to reach down and grab two shameless handfuls of his amazing ass. You’ve always loved his ass. His thick fucking cheeks are always hugged tight by those tight jeans and Calvin Klein boxers that he loves to wear. It’s firm, plump, and muscular, a reflection of his very athletic lifestyle and dedication to fitness, and it feels damn fucking good to grip onto as you frot your cocks and make out. As you grip and fondle his cheeks, you push his hips down onto yours as you thrust yours up into his, making the sticky friction even more rough and strong. It feels so fucking good that Yuji gets forced out of your kiss and moans sinful air into your air.
“Fuuuuck, babe!” His voice is coated in erotic poison, the toxins flooding your brain and making you lose control. He pants warm air onto your skin, and his body weight deliciously crushes you. The lower halves of your faces are slick and wet with each other’s saliva, your bodies are slick and wet with each other’s sweat, and your lower halves are slick and wet with each other’s precum. It’s a mess consisting of human elements, all of your own doing and arousal. “Come here…” He whispers roughly as he places a hand under your back and flips your bodies over with you now straddling his hips, your big, hard cocks still in sticky contact.
With you on top of him, you get to appraise his body and face from the position he’s always in: high above. His face is shining from sweat and spit, and his once handsomely dishevelled hair is now an actual mess, but even then, he’s the epitome of a handsome leading man starring in wet dreams. The excited yet dazed rush in his eyes, his anticipatory smirk, and the way he squeezes and fondles your pert ass as he prepares for what’s next make your cock twitch against his. And you can’t help but glide both of your hands on his wet body, starting from his cleancut abs, to his plump and firm chest, and finishing at his statuesque shoulders. His body is hot and smooth, like a glazed donut, freshly made and for you to devour. Your hands on his body are like touches from the Prince of Lechery; it’s pleasure, and just one millisecond without it has him needing it more tenfold. With a desperately cute huff, he lightly spanks your ass repeatedly, your cheeks slightly jiggling in his grasp. “C’mon, baby, let’s get dirty, yeah?” His voice is impatient but firm, and he takes the initiative to thrust his hips up into yours, making your sticky cocks clash together.
The contact immediately makes you both see stars and cry to the ceiling from the pure pleasure you feel on your cocks, the sensations resonating throughout your bodies like a warm breeze. “A-Ah- Fu-uuu-ck!” It was so good, it made your words stumble and drag on. You need more. Holy fucking shit, you need more. His hands are firm on your ass, pushing your hips to meet with his, and his erotic moans and snarls echo in your personal space. Fuck, you’re not letting him do all the work; this is his night, just as much as it is yours. You’re both gonna feel fucking amazing. With that resolve driving you, you plant your hands on his toned stomach for support and thrust your hips down to his thrusts, and God, try as one might, words cannot give justice to what you feel.
It’s like an electric shock jolting all over your body, it’s like a fiery blaze heating your skin, it’s like an icy wind sending chills and giving you goosebumps, it’s like a strong breeze toppling you over. The wet, squelchy pleasure is a gift from the gods. Your cocks are hot and wet from the blood rushing in them and the heat of the close friction. Your sticky tips leak so much it’s almost like you’re pissing as they rub and kiss on each other. The bodies of your cocks rub on each other, squeezing tight as you and Yuji chase greater heights. And your ballsacks graze together, giving you both perfect little toe-curling jolts of pleasure that perfectly accompany the sensations of your cocks frotting together.
The soundscape in your and Yuji’s little bubble is downright licentious. It’s slimy, squelchy, squishy, and wet. But goddamn is it fucking erotic. The ways your cocks frot together in a slimy symphony, the way the blanket wrinkles and ruffles underneath your bodies, the way Yuji’s still clapping his hands on your cheeks, and the way your moans intertwine perfectly, create an auditory experience that is so unconditionally male and vigrous that it could make any man’s knees shake as he floods his boxers in hot cum from overwhelming arousal.
Yuji’s eyes are clenched shut, the sensations too much for him to handle, and he's too far gone to think rationally. “AH! H-HNGH! Sh-hiit, baby~ This is so fucking hot!” His voice ascends to a manic growl. “M.C.! M.C.!!!” Again, too far gone. Your name comes out of his mouth with worship and reverence in repeated intervals.
You two continue your beastly rut, your cocks and bushes absolutely soaked in precum and sweat. The force of your thrusts remained at a vigorous tempo with no signs of slowing down. In fact, the more pleasure you feel, the more you both fuck into each other at a faster and rougher pace.
All men, no matter their position in bed and at their core, are simple creatures who love to buck their hips into things and to rub their cocks mindlessly until they feel that mind-numbing pleasure. It’s simple human nature in this world of men. It’s why you wake up dry humping your mattress every morning with your hard, morning wood. It’s hardwired in your genetics and DNA. The red-hot, never-ending pleasure you feel in your cocks as you fuck, and fuck, and FUCK into each other is a feeling that words can’t evoke.
One particular hard fuck from Yuji’s hips makes your hands slip off his slick stomach, and before you can stop yourself, you fall front-first onto his muscular form, your hands landing on his shoulders, and your face thankfully landing in the crook of his neck. Crashing face-first into each other and getting nosebleeds definitely isn’t tonight’s checklist, but you’re both so into it right now, you have a feeling neither of you would even stop moving even if that did happen.
Slightly taken out of his beastly trance, Yuji lets out a deep chuckle and shakes his head exasperatedly at the sight and feeling of you falling on top of him from the force of his hips. “Haha, whoa~ Careful there, baby, someone might get hurt…” Even if your face is buried in the crook of his neck and shoulder, you can hear the boyish smirk on his face from his voice. He adapts quickly, and with easier access now, he squeezes your ass even tighter in his large hands and slams your hips onto his, the schlocky sounds of cock and muscle smashing together echoing in your pheromone-hazed bubble.
“Nn! F-Fuck!” Your voice cracks embarrassingly as his hips and hands make you see stars. The pleasure in your cock is hyperamplified by everything in this moment working in perfect unison: the desperate context of tonight, the moonlight and city lights bathing your intimate moment softly, Yuji’s calloused hands bruising your asscheeks in their grip, his gravelly moans and the occasional sweet nothing, the way your hips fuck into each other ruthlessly and brutally, and the never-ending sensations. It’s everything and more, and God, you’re happy to be alive.
This might not seem like the most intimate and heartfelt way to chase pleasure on your final night together in bed to some. In fact, this may appear beastly, primal, and borderline unintelligent. All pleasure, no emotions involved. But the tiny details are everything, and you catch every little irregularity as you know his body and touch like the back of your hand. The tight, desperate grip he has on your ass, knowing that it’s the last time he’ll touch you like this. The sheer brutal way he fucks into your hips, as if he wants to tattoo the pleasure into your nerves and never let you forget. The way his eyes are locked onto yours, as well as your body, as if he were trying to ingrain everything into his mind for eternity and be able to draw it from memory. The brutality is a testament to the yearning desperation he feels. His bruising grip speaks silently of his greed to enjoy every single inch of your body one last time to the maximum. His groans and roars of your name devolving into incoherent growls in your ears says without words that even with his brain and mind turning into goo, his instincts as a man take the reins in making sure you both remember this night by pleasure alone.
But with his instinct to make you cum as hard as humanly possible guiding his actions and body, one hand releases its grip from your ass, eager to bring a different type of pleasure to you. You don’t notice the absence of his hand on your ass; you’re far too lost in sensory euphoria to notice anything but the pleasure. His hand sneaks in between your bodies and into the zone of friction where your cocks fight and frot. He moves his fingers around your cocks and pelvises to coat the digits in the sticky mixture that is yours and his precum. When his hand is slick and shiny with generous amounts of your man-made lube, he retreats it and lets it above your ass. His hand is so obscenely drenched in your liquids that as he stretches and opens and closes his fingers, multiple clear strings create bridges that link between his digits.
Again, you don’t notice anything of this in your drunk-on-cock blissful state.
With that hand, Yuji doesn’t waste his time with any warnings; his mind is too far gone to string any words together anyway. With his signature method of going all in with brute strength rather than calculated precision, he shoves, no, he forces, his slick second, third, and fourth fingers deep in your smooth, tight asshole.
“A-AHhhh~!” The noise that’s forced out of your throat is one of surprise. The feeling of his thick fingers claiming their territory in your asshole and stretching it with simultaneous jabs and scissor motions briefly takes you out of your mindless euphoric state, but before you can even say anything, his fingers roughly jabbing your prostate for the first time tonight quickly dissolves any brain cells you might have regained for a few seconds. It’s rough and brutal, but with his fingers absolutely lubed up and him having done this to you many times throughout the years, your hole is used to it, and you easily eat up the pleasure that comes with his fierce finger blasting. The noise of his fingers going in and out of you at record speed is slimy, wet, and schlocky; it’s not sensual or elegant.
You feel your throat already getting sore from the screams and moans that have been forced out of your soul, but how the fuck could any man even contemplate the possibility of trying to stay silent when his cock and prostate are simultaneously feeling the greatest sensations possible? But the pain brings some consciousness back to your instinct-led mind. But what exactly can you do when you're bare-naked in bed with your best friend in his penthouse bedroom as he fucks your cock ruthlessly and rearranges your insides with his fingers alone? As you hear sinful, masculine groans and snarls of pleasure coming from his lips, a spark of an idea alights in your mind.
His lips… yes, that’s perfect.
With an embarrassing amount of effort needed, you raise your head and take your face out of the sweaty crook of his neck, and with no grace or warning of your own, you plant your lips on his in what can’t even be qualified as a kiss. It’s not a kiss that has visual effects of roses, hearts, and sparkles floating around you. Nope, just moans being muffled in each other’s mouths, tongues swirling around each other, drool sliding down your chins, and the occasional successful smooch. It doesn’t stop you from having noises forced out of you; they just get lost in Yuji’s mouth.
“MM-mm!~” Your sounds are broken, pitiful, and whiny.
“HA…HNG! U-UNN…” His gasps and rasps are rough, gravelly, and deep.
Your lips and tongues smashing and twirling against each other add a third layer of pleasure, which should be impossible at this point.
But soon enough, after a few minutes more of sweaty and slick front fucking, rough finger blasting, and a messy tongue tango, you feel it. Right at the base of your thick cock, a pure pinpoint of inconceivable pleasure begins to envelop and coat your cock. The cum in your balls churns and churns, and your ballsack rides up in preparation for the impending eruption. The erotic soundscape of your voices and the blanket and bedsheets rustling, the sensations in your bodies so powerful that you see figurative stars, and your emotions going at an all-time high, they all lead you both to this upcoming moment of orgasmic jubilation, the first burst of the night.
You feel the orgasm approaching; it’s evident in the way you desperately try to rut against Yuji as hard as fucking possible with your moans devolving into pitiful whines. Yuji feels the orgasm approaching; it’s evident in the way his hips, somehow, pound into yours even harder and faster, with a clumsy urgency. It’s evident in how he puts force in his wrist as he full-on assaults your prostate with his fingers, making it his life’s mission to milk you completely dry tonight.
“Yuji! Y-YU-JI! I’m gonna- Hah… Fuck!” You separate your lips to try to tell your instinct-driven best friend that you’re about to fall over the edge of insanity and clarity simultaneously, but you don’t have the brain capacity to even internally put the words together. But he hears you and understands well enough what you’re feeling and what you’re about to feel, because he feels it just as well and hard. “BABY! BABYYYYY! Fuck… FUCK! Yeah, I’m gonna fucking blast too!” He roars in your ear, his voice booming and resonating in his large bedroom. With his hand that was still gripping your ass, he moved it to grip your hair hard. He needed something to grip onto until his knuckles turned white as he erupted.
As your shared climax was approaching on the horizon like a sky-high tsunami, every action in this moment lost any structure or rhythm and became completely clumsy and desperate. Your cocks, wet and sticky, ground into each other shakily and roughly with avarice at this point, needing to jump off the figurative edge extremely so. His fingers that were roughly going in and out of your asshole a few seconds ago are now just shoved in as deep as possible as he rubs the spot where your prostate is located endlessly and tortureously.
That one action alone is what does it for you.
Your sweet spot being hyperassaulted like that by his large and thick fingers brings forth a concentration of pleasure that makes you fucking shout to the stars and gods above as you finally crash over the edge of glory for the first time tonight.
And God, does it feel fucking amazing.
“AAAAAAAAANGH~!!! A-AAAAH~!!!!”
That’s all Yuji can hear in his one ear as your voice floods it. Your voice fucking hurts, as you were already moaning and screaming up a storm earlier, but the pain paired with the ungodly pleasure-abundant euphoria makes the sensations coalesce in a divinely decadent combo of sensations.
Your body went completely stiff as the first orgasm of the night sends your nerves and senses into pure, blinding white overdrive, making sure that you don’t fucking die from orgasmic nirvana with your eyes rolling back.
From the pleasure that you two created together for the past few minutes, and now, your screams of euphoria filling his ear like angels beckoning him from the Gates of Heaven, he likewise falls over the edge with you, one hand figuratively holding your own and one hand literally gripping your hair as you fall together.
“FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!” His voice is a dominant, masculine roar that booms and echoes in his spacious bedroom as he looks up to the ceiling with the eyes of a beast surging with adrenaline, dopamine and dilated pupils. His gravelly and strong tenor roars mix deliciously with your higher and softer but just as loud screams in a debaucherous symphony meant for only the two of you to hear as you lose yourselves together.
Down below, it’s a beautiful catastrophe, like a blank canvas being painted with the most sinful of paint. As you both scream and roar in sheer, raw, mind-resetting pleasure, your thick, pulsating cocks are shooting and blasting hot, white, creamy, and thick ropes of semen everywhere possible. With him on the bottom, both of your cocks cover Yuji’s stomach, chest, neck, face, and hair in obscene amounts of cum. The pressure and volume of cum coming outside of your cocks in insane amounts is so strong that strings also land on your face and the blanket under the two of you, everything getting painted a cloudy, rich pearl.
This is no normal orgasm. It lasts long, so very insanely long. Seconds and seconds pass, but you’re both still shooting and splurting ropes of semen all over Yuji’s torso; it’s an absolute testament to the vigour and virility that two horny and pleasure-driven young men such as yourselves possess, especially in moments of importance such as this.
But as the seconds pass, as your voices sing to the ceiling and each other, and the cum splatters evermore, Yuji, even in this blank-from-pleasure state, never forgets his ultimate goal for tonight: to make you cum yourself fucking dry.
While that hand that was previously assaulting your prostate went stiff as you both fell over the edge, his instincts brought that hand back into action. He relentlessly continues his merciless attack on your sweet spot even as you are cumming right now. He jabs and jabs and shoves and shoves those fingers in and out and harasses your prostate even after you’ve ascended to the astral plane.
Your prostate being brutalized in the midst of an orgasm brings sensations to your body that you haven’t experienced before, even after you and Yuji’s countless nights in bed together. If you weren’t shooting out cum at an inhumane rate before (you definitely were), you certainly are now. At a faster rate, your cock is, somehow, shooting more and more cum all over your pink-haired friend. Your face falls into Yuji’s neck as you moan brainlessly into the little, sweaty nook. Your eyes at this point are permanently rolled back, your brain having lost any and all intelligence and sense. The pink head of your cock is feeling the brunt of this insane pleasure as it shoots and shoots and shoots, the hypersensitive tip feeling even more pleasure as it rubs against Yuji’s still-splurting cock.
These sensations can’t be put into words; it’d be a waste of time to even try describing them. Only those who experience something like this can truly understand the way it completely blanks out your mind, the way it makes your body reach new plateaus of pleasure in the midst of orgasm, and the way it makes sure your nerves will never forget what they feel in this moment.
But, as your oversensitive and still in the midst of an orgasm self is getting assaulted by your best friend’s fingers. You feel a familiar feeling. What? How? You’re still cumming and splurting, how the hell do you feel another orgasm approaching already? This isn’t normal. Is the human body even supposed to feel this way and even do that? Is this safe?
With a hand tapping on his meaty and cum-covered left pec, you shakily try to speak to the pink-haired man. “Yuji… Yuji! I t-think I’m gonna fucking cum… again! I don’t… I don’t think I can do this!” Your voice is urgent, but he doesn’t hear you. Even if he did, he’s not fucking stopping. There’s no universe or reality where he’d stop finger blasting you while you splurt cum all over his stomach. His own curiosity to see what will happen when you crash over the edge once more and his mission to pleasure you at the highest maximum prevent him from stopping… again, not that he was ever going to.
In fact, you just sealed your fate. Your urgent voice and tapping of his chest for mercy make that little sadistic place in his heart sing with glee and encouragement, and he sports this eager grin as he brings forth all his strength in his middle finger as he jabs, and jabs, and fucking JABS your poor prostate. “Nah, shut the fuck up~ I’m gonna make you shoot load after load after load all over me~ C’mon, baaaaabe~” As he teases you in his deep yet singy-songy tone, his finger goes in and out of your asshole at a harder and faster and borderline insane rate. “Fucking cum for me again, M.C.!~ You know you want to… you fucking need to…” As hyperstimulated and overwhelmed as your body and nerves are… Yeah, he couldn’t be any more correct.
Your personal space endlessly echoes with this lecherous schlock schlock schlock noise as Yuji does his dirty work and works like a madman to make you splurt. Alongside the sticky sounds, the words he murmurs hotly in your ear as his other hand grips your hair and holds you close like a prisoner are downright devilish, sinful, and deliciously disrespectful. The auditory overload, the physical overload, and the emotional overload of everything is simply far too much for a simple guy like you to bear, and that simultaneously euphoric and dysphoric feeling before orgasm becomes agonizingly more present throughout your cock and in the pit of your stomach.
“Nnnnn! Y-Yuji!!!! I- Oh my god… I’m gonna fucking cum again!!!”
You really are, you’re seconds away from it.
“FUCK yeah! C’mon, baby, cum for me. Cum for me! Cum cum cum cum CUM CUM CUM CUM CUM CUM!!!!!!” His masculine voice ascends to a hyperdominant crescendo, and his demands get louder and louder in your ear, and when the man of the night commands you with his fingers and his voice to let your walls tumble down and to succumb to the sin…
You naturally do so.
Everything you felt before comes back once more, but it’s ten thousand times stronger than before, especially since… your first orgasm wasn’t even finished yet. But here you are falling over the edge once again. All because of him. All because of Itadori Yuji.
The hypersensitivity combines with the orgasmic rush that once more envelops you. Your body, never having been through this before, simply deactivates on top of Yuji’s hot, sticky self. You unceremoniously go limp on Yuji, your body losing all strength to even stiffen from the overwhelming pleasure. But you’re awake, you’re wide awake. The pleasure shoots through you like an electric surge, and though you're physically limp, your mind and nerves are singing and screaming. Your face is buried in the sweaty side of Yuji’s neck, and your eyes are shut tight from the absolute intensity of everything you feel in this moment.
Your body is so overwhelmed that you can’t even scream; your body is so focused on savouring the rush and staying awake that it can’t focus on other things. As a result, all you can do is let out pitiful whimpers and soft yet sharp breaths as your mind goes blank once more. Though the noises may be small compared to your earlier screams and moans, they bring a satisfied grin to Yuji’s lips because he knows damn well he brought you to this pitiful state.
Your cock splurts white, pearly milk continuously over your best friend’s stomach, clearly the most alive part of your body, considering the circumstances. With your body on top of his, your cock rests comfortably on top of Yuji’s ever-rock-hard rod as it shoots. The area where your cocks are nestled together is hot, humid, and sticky, with your cocks, bushes, and hips making squelchy noises as little puddles of cum ebb and flow.
Yuji likewise closes his eyes to fully savour the aftermath of his hard work. Your pathetically adorable whimpers and gasps that are like music to his ears, your hot, thick cock twitching and throbbing against his, your cream splashing all over his core, the way your limp body shivers and trembles on top of him, and the literal and figurative heat between the two of you… that was all his doing and that fills him with this masculine pride that puts a proud smirk on his handsome sweaty, cum-covered face as he holds you close. The hands that were once gripping your hair and assaulting your prostate now rest on top of your lower back, massaging the area as your second orgasm spreads throughout your body like an ever-flowing river.
Limp as your body is, your fingers and toes twitch and jolt, your lungs expand and deflate like you ran the Olympics, and tears stream down your face, gliding down your skin and sliding onto Yuji’s neck, intimately mixing with his sweat. These are small things that one may not notice, but these little details highlight just how intensely powerful it was, should the milky pools of cum between the two of you not make that obvious enough.
But of course, as with all things, the greatest things come to an end, and your body reaches a blissfully numb and peacefully limp state as the torrential orgasm that swept through your body like a typhoon gradually dies down. Your cock, once shooting creamy white rockets, now weakly splurts out cute little shots of cum as the scene comes to a close. Your little whimpers have now died down to just quiet and muffled little pants.
Soon enough, your gasps for air are all that’s audible in this moonlit room. As you desperately try to regain your breath and your body still twitches occasionally from the aftershocks, Yuji’s in temporary aftercare mode. His hands gently massage your hips, which are no doubt strained from all that rocking and bucking, and his lips gently kiss your sweaty hair as you pant warm breaths in his neck.
As the air cools just a smidge, he gently whispers in your ear.
“Doing good, baby?” His sweet and caring voice and words are like a soft hug, a complete switch from his vulgar and lecherous tone from a few minutes ago. It’s almost like just a few minutes ago, he wasn’t screaming harshly in your ear that he wanted to see your tummy bloat from all the jizz he wants to fill you up with…
By this point, you’ve recovered enough to the point to be able to talk back while you’re still snuggled into him. “I’m… hah… alive, so there’s that. You’re a fucking dick, by the way.” Well, at least he didn’t finger fuck your attitude out of you. “Genuinely, what possessed you to blast my ass while I was still cumming? I actually, and I’m not trying to be funny, thought I was gonna pass out or maybe even pass away at that!” Yuji might have felt some remorse at those words, but… the cum all over your bodies and your satisfied little giggles that come out of you tell him that he’s in the clear.
“Haha, to be honest, baby, while I can’t answer that question… simply since I don’t know…” He trails off as he twirls a finger in your sweaty hair. “I can definitely tell you there’s more where that came from for tonight…” Such naughty words, while the atmosphere was finally getting sweet. “And… hey, from what I heard, saw, and felt, you fucking loved it. In fact, I know damn fucking well that you’re craving more.” He’s still whispering, but it’s almost like his breath got infused with pure male pheromones. It was obvious, those orgasms were crazy good, sure, but those were nowhere near enough; besides, Yuji only got to cum once and considering that his huge boner never went down and continues to throb on your similarly still hard cock as well, he’s obviously eager to get back to work. You can both feel the atmosphere heating up once more.
“What you felt? Hmm, mind saying more, Yuji?” With enough strength recovered, you muster up the power to push yourself off of Yuji’s hot body to sit on his lap. As your chests, stomachs and hips separate, the sight and sounds that follow are nothing short of downright lewd, and both your cocks throb vigorously as a result. The puddles of semen that stuck to you two like glue made sticky, squelchy sounds as you moved, and as you rose higher, there were multiple strings of cum connected between you that stretched and broke eventually when you settled on his lap. The sight made Yuji groan from arousal. “Fuck… haha.” He chuckles hotly. “Don’t think I need to say anything at all, M.C.” He points at the white splotches on his warm, slightly pink skin with one arm resting behind his head, his arm muscles flexed sexily and a pink tuft of underarm hair peeking out masculinely. “I mean, just fuckin’ look…”
With his hand that wasn’t behind his head, he runs it across his body like a washcloth, starting at his washboard abs, then his meaty pecs, and finishing at his face. He takes his hand off and faces his large palm toward you. In his hand now is a copious amount of his and your semen and some of his sweat as well, a clear testament of just how good you both fucking felt, how rigorous you two were, and how powerful your orgasms were.
“Shitttt, this is so fucking hot…” And like the filthy little deviant he is, he brings his palm to his lips and laps up all that semen like a starving man. He licks his palm, slides his tongue between his fingers, and even sucks them clean. As he does so, his eyes shut blissfully, and his deep moans echo in your little bubble as he puts on this vulgar private show. Outside of this room, Yuji is a golden boy. Popular, handsome, and kind. He’s the boyishly charming puppy boy who has everyone’s hearts. But here, for you, he’s nothing of the sort. Covered hair to cock in sweat and cum, Yuji’s moaning like a whore as he licks and sucks and savours both of your milk like it’s the world’s most coveted nectar. As he does this, you can feel his meaty cock throbbing under yours, no doubt leaking precum once more.
You’re hypnotized by the sight. It’s nasty, it’s filthy; in fact, you and he should be ashamed for debasing yourselves like this. But fuck… if it isn’t sexy and as fucking hell. You watch him with heated eyes and, like an eager slut wanting his master’s attention back on him, you grind your hips on his once more.
Now that brings him back to reality, and he lets out a deviously dark chuckle as you try to get his attention back. He happily obliges and gently grips your hips, and gently bucks his hips alongside yours. “Aw… you eager for more, babeeee~?” The blankets quietly rustle under you both. “Need something from me?” His voice is deliciously teasing, and you reply with a quiet “Mhm…”
"That’s good… I’m so fucking hard, we need to do something about that, don’t you think?” He thrusts up roughly at that, your cocks feeling sharp pleasure from that, and you let out a moan.
As you both get into the rhythm and enjoy the slow but heated friction, he runs one hand across your body like he did to his own earlier, coating it in both of your semen. Before you even register what he does, he shoves his pointer and middle fingers into your mouth. Immediately, your taste buds are blasted with flavour. Deep, musky, and tender, it’s pure masculinity in liquid form. But before you can lick his fingers like a bitch, he pulls them out and rubs his palm all over your lips, coating them in the manmade mixture. As he does this deliciously disrespectful act, you can see his heated gaze and his perverted smirk. He’s fucking loving this, and honestly, you are too.
And again, this time before you can lick up the flavour from his palm, he uses his cum-covered hand to pull you down to his face by the hair, which gets a shocked yelp out of you as you descend. Immediately, your lips fall onto his unceremoniously, and he eagerly kisses your cum-slathered lips. You happily and just as eagerly kiss him back, the exchange quickly turning into a messy and white makeout fiasco. He’s lucky you had two years to adapt to how fast and unpredictable he can be in bed. The first thing that strikes your senses is the perfectly lewd flavour of Yuji’s saliva mixed with the semen, it’s manly, it’s virile, and it’s so specifically him.
As you kiss, shove your tongues down each other’s throats, and swirl your tongues around the other, semen and saliva bubbles around and slide down your cheeks and chins. It’s an act only the naughtiest and dirtiest of men can perform and even think of, and you both perform with flying colours and exemplary passion.
Your hips grind together, your lips and tongues kiss and savour the taste of men, and you both have your hands wrapped around both of your dicks, creating a tight hole that you both fuck into, the undersides of your dicks feeling amazing as you do so. It’s amazing, it’s so fucking, mind-numbingly, life-changingly amazing. But… fuck, you need more. And if you know Yuji… he does as well, if the way he’s fucking into the hole you made with your hands is anything to go by.
And lo and behold, he pulls away from your lips, strings of cum and saliva bridging between your faces and hanging loosely, rasping for air heavily. “M.C… fuck, I can’t fucking play nice anymore…” He sounds heated and fucking desperate as all hell. “My cock is soooo fucking hard… I need to fuck you. I have to fuck you. I have to shove my cock inside of you so fucking bad I-”
With a kiss, you shut him up real fast before he goes down a brainless rant.
“I know, Yuji… I know.” You speak warmly. It’s kind of cute how desperate he obviously is to fuck your ass, with the cum on his panting lips and all. “I need you too…” As he quietly pants, he just stares at you with these dark and heated eyes that speak of a man who is so eager to just fucking let loose already. “Didn’t you say earlier that you were gonna fill my stomach up with all of your cum?” At your vile words, his eyes briefly widen before they darken even more this time, his breath getting heavier from hunger and impatience. Finally, you speak the words that seal your fate for the rest of the night.
“Then why don’t you fucking do so already?”
It’s silent, but only for two seconds. But in those two seconds, you see him transform. He was still a man before you spoke those words. Desperate, hungry, impatient, and primal, but still a man.
But in the span of two seconds, you see Yuji instantly transform from a hungry man to a ravenous beast.
With fiercely hungry eyes, he lets out a vicious growl before he lifts your whole body with insane strength and walks off the bed with you in his arms.
You’re not even allowed the opportunity to say anything or ask a question before he pushes you roughly right up against the floor-to-ceiling window wall. You’re greeted with the sight of the entirety of Tokyo beneath you, the moonlight and city lights reflecting off of your cum-glazed body. Thank God, you’re both so high up that no one can see you displayed so naughtily like this.
Although Yuji’s mouth is silent, his body does all the talking. With one hand violently gripping your hair and shoving your cheek against the glass, you’re trapped. Above the city, with the stars and moon as your witness for what’s about to happen.
The only sounds you can hear are Yuji’s heavy breathing and him slapping his heavy cock repeatedly against your asshole, the precum and cum in your hole splashing lewdly around his tip as he does so. One hand grips your hips violently as he lines his cock up, eager to push past the pink ring of muscle and fuck straight to your prostate.
“Get ready, M.C…” He surprisingly speaks, but damn… you’ve never heard a voice get so deep and ominous before. It’s… insanely hot. “Because I’m not stopping until I’m done. No matter what. Not until my balls are fucking dry.” There’s no room for negotiation.
You don’t say anything, you don’t need to.
Instead, all you do is rub your ass against his cock, his tip kissing your hole, just barely on the brink of penetration.
To that, Yuji lets out a dark laugh and shakes his head at your audacity to tease the beast.
“Fuck, I’ll miss this.”
With that, his grip tightens on your hip before he shoves his cock in with sheer power and brutality, starting the main act of tonight’s vulgar show.
God willing, you’ll survive to see the sunrise.
In a private realm in the sky such as this, beautified by the most luxurious walls, furniture and carpeted flooring, one would expect such a place to be treated with care and reverence, out of respect for the material. However, paying such attention to the less important things doesn’t matter to you or Yuji tonight. In fact, the concept of paying attention to anything at all is quite unrealistic considering the bodily circumstances.
Even in such a large bedroom as this one, the overwhelmingly strong, sharp, and never-ending BAM BAM BAM of Yuji jackhammering his meaty cock in and out of your asshole mercilessly echoes (yes, echoes) throughout the space.
BAM BAM BAM CLAP CLAP CLAP
The loud sound of flesh assaulting flesh resonates powerfully and consistently, a demonstration of what happens when Yuji is truly, wholeheartedly driven to the edge. Every muscle in his body is flexed and strained, bulging and showing all definition as he pistons his hips in and out of you like a madman. His arm muscles flex as he grips your hips and slams your ass onto his cock himself, making his cock somehow dig even deeper inside of you. His clean-cut abs, his thick ass, and his powerful legs flex as he thrusts and keeps him and you on your feet. His body is glistening sinfully in a sheen of hard-earned sweat, and his skin is a flushed pink from exertion.
“NGH..... FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!” His pleasured voice comes out as a deep booming roar tinged with arousal and enjoyment. His eyes are closed shut, and his neck strains tantalizingly as he raises his chin to the ceiling from how damn good his cock feels slamming in and out of you. “SHIT… YOU’RE STILL SO GODDAMN FUCKING TIGHT!!!” He feels so mind-numbingly good slamming in and out of your ass that he raises one hand to slap your ass hard.
SMACK
It’s loud, it’s so fucking loud that-
SMACKKK
He slaps your ass again, even harder this time, timing his thrusts with his slaps so that your mind can’t even-
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
…
Is your survival guaranteed? It’s very much possible you’ll be out of commission, body and soul, for a week after tonight. Ruby red handprints form on your pert asscheeks, an art piece that reflects Yuji’s brutality when he’s in the bedroom and in beast mode.
You’re an empty vessel only capable of letting out sounds and manmade liquids at this point.
The literal and figurative mess that you have become is the result of him breeding you for hours and hours. With every thrust he makes, he forces the most pitifully adorable noises out of you that only spur his instincts to make him go harder and stronger, to make his bottom scream and cry and leak tears and semen.
The spot on the expansive window that your face has been shoved against since Yuji started fucking you has become a sticky and wet mess, your drool, sweat, and tears sullying the priceless glass and getting all over your face as it slides around the glass from how hard he fucks into you. Down below, there’s another messy splotch on the expensive glass, a particularly white and sticky one that needs no identification. The mess down there is the result of Yuji fucking multiple loads out of you and onto the pristine glass. Your cum slowly glides down the glass until it cools and dries before a new load shoots out and does the same, a vulgar yet sensual cyclical sight indicative of how good Yuji is brutalizing your body.
But you’re not the only cumming your brain out. You hear it when Yuji’s hips slam in and out of you. Alongside his powerful thrusts that echo like a drumbeat, you hear a splash every time he slams in and a sticky, stretchy sound when he pulls out. You don’t just hear it, you feel the noises as well. Splattered all over your asscheeks and Yuji’s cock and bush are the numerous bucketloads of jizz he’s shot inside of you that ended up leaking out when there simply wasn’t enough space left inside you. The excess cum leaked out of you by the glassful, either on Yuji’s cock, lubricating it even more, on both of your skin, creating strings that connect you two when he pulls out, or onto the carpeted floor, creating a puddle that grows and grows with each load he shoots into you.
But what truly signifies how much of a beast Yuji has become is how he never stopped fucking you at a brutal and fast pace. No matter what happened, his hips never stopped jackhammering into you. He and you have been going through orgasm after orgasm and load after load, but he never stopped. Whenever he’s about to cum, he lets out a feral growl and fucks you at a blindingly even faster pace until he bursts and shoots into you like a firehose. But even when he’s roaring to the ceiling and moaning ferally as the waves of orgasm shoot throughout his body and make him tremble, he doesn’t stop fucking you. As his balls unload and as his cockhead coats your insides and his cock in even more semen, his hips never stop slamming into you, making those vulgar splashes and stretchy noises that have become tonight’s signature.
You don’t know how many loads the two of you have shot or how much time has passed by, but the moon definitely wasn’t in the position that it is in now since he started fucking you above the city view.
Your body is overexerted, strained beyond compare, and overworked to the extreme at the whims of your best friend, but the pain and pleasure complement each other perfectly, and any soreness and immobility that’s sure to come tomorrow morning… it’ll be worth it. You’re not sure if you have a fear of heights or not, but with how mindless the pleasure has made you become, it’s not something you can even think about.
Soon enough, a few loads later, the tremble in Yuji’s hips and legs became very noticeable, indicating that the beast was feeling the results of overexertion catching up to him. But even then, that didn’t make his thrusts any less powerful, and if he was gonna burst into you one last time while he still had you against the window, he was gonna put every ounce of willpower and fibre of muscle into his fucking. He and you feel the walls crashing down once more and put everything he has into his hips, and he slams your ass onto his cock as hard as humanly possible, his body screaming in agony and pleasure.
“GAHHHH! SHIT! I’M FUCKING CUMMING!!!” His voice shouts to the skies as he once again floods your insides with his white hot, creamy seed, the volume and amount still as abundant as his first, a testament to his young and virile body. His jizz, with nowhere else to go, considering how full you are, splurts and pops out of your asshole that’s still plugged with his cock. As he fills you up, he puts a fuckton of strength in his arms as a result, one that he might not even be aware of, he lifts your hips off the floor with your feet dangling above the carpet. As a result, you end up shooting ropes of cum all over your thighs and feet as they kick and shake from orgasm.
It takes a full two minutes for your orgasms to subside, and your and his space is filled with just the sounds of Yuji panting and sighing heavily as his huge chest widens and closes with each deep inhale and exhale he makes. You whimper and pant tiredly, your cock weakly dripping little shots of cum that land onto the large puddle he made on the floor.
The splotch of cum you left on the window that slowly glides down to the floor is an embarrassing reminder of how much cum he forced out of you in the throes of passion and lust, but you’re far too fucked out to even comprehend the concept of shame.
A minute of recuperation and recovery passes before Yuji realizes that he’s lifting you off the ground. He stares at how you, a well-built and strong young man, are just putty in his more dominant hands. He looks down and sees his still-hard cock buried deep in your pert and firm ass. He sees his cum leaking down to the floor beneath you. He sees the way the moonlight glistens on your sweaty form. He sees the way your legs dangle lifelessly above the floor, your body at his will. He sees the way his sweat drips off his chin and onto your skin.
“Fuck, that’s so fucking hot.” He thinks to himself.
Despite how overexerted and strained his body is, despite the ungodly amounts of cum he shot out, his huge cock is still rock-hard and throbbing with life, and his thick balls churn and churn more cum in hunger and anticipation. Yeah… he isn’t done for the night, not when it’s your final night like this. When he’s done, it’s because he fucked himself to the realm of sleep. He’ll fall asleep while fucking your brains out if need be. He’s greedy for every little millisecond he can have with your body, with your lips, with your cock, with your asshole.
And it goes without saying… he doesn’t need to ask if you can handle it. If he wants it, you definitely want it as well; you both are always going to be in sync like that. Even if your legs hang in the air limply, even if you pant against the window like an empty husk, he knows your hunger isn’t satisfied simply because his isn’t.
With that, he places you back on the floor. Your feet unceremoniously land on the puddle of cum Yuji made on the carpet, and it makes a squishy noise, and you feel the warm, sticky wetness on your soles. Perhaps a normal person would have reacted with disgust, but your vile and perverted self loves that Yuji’s liquid warmth finds another area of your body to claim as its territory for the night.
Though his body has been overworked and strained, he still musters up enough power to grab you by the hair and make you stand up. Then, he turns both of you around, his rock-hard dick still deep inside you, towards his huge bed and walks you both to it. But before you know it, he pushes you with brute strength onto the still pristine foot of the bed, and you clumsily fall onto the mattress on your stomach with your ass sticking out for Yuji’s to hungrily gaze at.
Lying on his bed like dinner on a plate with your ass in plain sight, he assesses the fruits of his labour and the current damage done to you. The moonlight subtly illuminates the space and paints your body in this soft glow. Your body, ravaged and brutalized, being caressed by the moonglow, creates an ethereally vulgar illustration, an oxymoron of an image.
Your once clean and unmarked body has been ravaged by the man who slowly walks towards the bed, his eyes hungry and intent. Your soft skin has been painted with marks, scratches, bruises, and redness, all of Yuji’s doing. Your hips, neck, back, ass, thighs, and many more are victims of his hands, and Yuji feels a prideful rush course through him, knowing he did that.
With his inner beast having calmed down and with a clearer mind, he lets his eyes roam. And the ass man that he is, Yuji’s eyes eagerly hone in on your ass and god fucking damn, did he outdo himself tonight. Your pert asscheeks are caked up and glazed in copious amounts of his semen. Your cheeks are a satisfyingly vibrant ruby red from his endless and rigorous thrusts, and clear handprints make themselves very obvious. And your hole… fuck, is he drooling? Glazed in cum, your pink hole puckers as the inhumane amount of semen he shot inside of you continues to leak out of you and glides down to your cock and balls and then onto the blanket under you. Once again, it's an ethereally vulgar sight, and his cock throbs and pulses in arousal and from the satisfaction that he did this to you, that he ruined you like this. You’re damaged goods, but you’re his damaged goods.
As Yuji slowly walks towards the bed, you meekly look at him behind your shoulders. Fuck, despite everything, he still looks picturesque and deviously handsome. With each step, his muscles flex and bounce tantalizingly. With each step, his thick erection and still full balls bounce pornographically and make your mouth water. With each step, his cock leaks the remainder of his previous orgasm onto the carpet below. His body, colossal and strong, is similarly covered in semen and sweat. His abs, cock, and pink bush seem to be covered the most in milky cream, no doubt from all of it splashing around as he shot load after load in you and never stopped his bucking hips. Seeing Yuji like this, as the dominant, unrelenting, unresting top he is, eager to please you and himself again, makes your toes curl in anticipation and your cock leak in excitement.
Finally, he stands at the foot of the bed, just staring at your ass from above like he’s in a starved and hypnotic daze. His white cream leaking and dripping out of you like a cream-filled donut makes his mouth water and his heart race once more. He places his hands on your hips once more. In a soft grip this time, not like his violently tight grip from before. His softness and roughness in bed are both amazing in their own ways, and you’re excited to see what a more brought-back-to-Earth Yuji has in store for you.
Yuji then gets on his knees, planting them on the plush carpet. He then gently but firmly pulls your hips and ass closer towards his face, with your ass now hanging off the edge of the mattress. His hunger gets worse now that your creampied hole is right in front of his face, and he licks his lips ravenously and impatiently. He fondles and squeezes your pert cheeks in his hands and watches hungrily as more of his warm milk drips down to your cock.
That was the final straw; he can’t wait anymore.
“Fuck.”
That’s all he says before he dives right in and begins to lick and lap at your hole like a starving man, making you moan softly into the mattress. His thick and strong tongue eagerly circles your rim, the tip leaving wet trails that make you shiver in delight. He also presses and runs the flat of his tongue slowly, letting you relish the warm, wet glide of his tongue and letting him enjoy his flavour on your skin.
He moans deeply as he licks around your hole and laps up his cum, sexily responding to your moans with a sultry “Mhm” and “You like that?” His eyes are closed in blissful satisfaction as he savours his flavour mixed with your own, and his hands repeatedly squeeze your asscheeks in response to your moans and his own enjoyment. He likes having something to play with his hands as he enjoys his meal.
After the mind-numbingly, seemingly never-ending sequence of intense orgasm after intense orgasm, this gentle yet toe-curling pleasure is the perfect refresher, like an icy glass of water after running a marathon. His tongue gently yet firmly circling and pressing against your hole is a completely different act compared to how he was pounding in you ferally and brutally like an alpha in rut earlier, but with the way your hands grip the blanket and you moan softly into the bed, this pleasure is clearly just as amazing and more than welcome after the intense breeding he put you through, amazing as that was.
This is one of Yuji’s favourite things to do after shooting multiple loads inside of you. He finds that there’s something self-satisfying and sexy about lapping up his own hot, creamy jizz out of a warm, tight hole he just bred. Savouring his manly flavour and enjoying the result of his vigorous fucking makes his inner male growl with satisfaction and lustful accomplishment. He can taste his masculinity and virility from your hole, and it’s so fucking perverted, it’s so insanely lechrous and perverted, but his cock throbs violently, and his eyes are clenched shut from how hot this is to him.
Almost like his semen is fuel that recharges his internal battery, his tongue gets bolder and stronger with its motions, the tip slowly teasing into your hole, entering just barely but retreating just as fast as it came in. You let out a pathetic whine from his oral teasing, to which he let out a playful and deep chuckle in response. Taking pity on you, but only barely, he sneaks his tongue a little bit deeper into your asshole, feeling the way your cum-slicked walls quiver around it. As it gets deeper, he begins to wiggle his tongue expertly, which makes you grip the sheets in response and sway your ass against his face in response. The way his face is full of your ass makes him moan deeply in delight. This being one of his favourite places to be, and his desire to eat you the fuck out begins to overpower his desire to tease you bit by bit.
But he’s not the only one feeling the fire of his impatience grow stronger. The way Yuji’s tongue moves is well-experienced and sensual. He eats ass like a champ and like he’s a master at his craft. The way his warm and wet tongue wiggles, flicks, and jabs inside of you is nothing short of euphoric. But… you want more. You want all of his thick tongue inside of you and slicking you up. As such and with no shame, you reach behind, grab his hair firmly, and push his face deeper into your ass.
“M-MM?!” He lets out a muffled yelp, well, he tries since his tongue is deeper inside of you and his mouth is smothered by your cheeks with his nose pressed against your crack. But he eagerly gets into the rhythm of things and squeezes your ass in approval. “Mmm… mhm…~” Deep hums approval rumble from his throat, and with his tongue completely buried in your ass, he goes to town. He swirls his tongue around your walls and moves his head around your cheeks, trying many angles to cover as much ground as possible.
You moan like bitch into his bed from his mastery with his tongue, drooling and biting into the blanket, the fabric getting wet from your saliva. You unashamedly rub your ass against his face and hold his face close to you, leaving him no room to escape or breathe for air, not that he wanted to move away, he’s more than happy to die buried in ass, his favourite place to be.
As Yuji moans like a whore, worships your inner walls, and savours his creamy jizz, hot and concentrated by your internal body heat, he’s so insanely turned on and pleasured by eating your ass that he can feel his cock throbbing and leaking onto the floor. He can feel his balls producing and churning cum from how blatantly sexy this is. Your moans, your grip, your ass, they all work together to pleasure him without his huge cock needing any stimulation or touch. As he hungrily licks and wiggles his tongue around your walls, a steady stream of his semen and drool leaks down his chin, but he never stops.
For you, his hard-working tongue, the soft but constant pleasure, his desperately cute and deep muffled moans of satisfaction, and his hands squeezing your ass, are what make you feel like you’re on your way to meet the angels up above. It’s like he’s killing you softly and reverently, making your final moment tenderly salacious.
Soon enough, you can feel your balls retracting slowly and your cock on the brink of eruption. Your face is buried in the sheets, but your voice heightening in pitch and your hand gently tapping his head tell him that you’re about to bust. That only spurs him on to put every ounce of power in his body to his tongue, and he moves it at record speed, basically fucking your ass with his tongue and shoving it in and out, swirling it around, and flicking it quick and fast. As his tongue fucks you to the brink of orgasm, his cock leaks even more strings of pre-cum and residual cum, and it throbs and pulsates almost like he can feel your pleasure himself.
And Yuji sees it and feels it. From your raised voice, your hips clumsily meeting his face, and your hips shaking in preparation, these all signal that you’re about to cum. Your body speaks when your lips are unable to. And so, he licks and licks and licks, the sloppy and wet sound of his tongue fucking you and eating you out lasciviously echoing in your little bubble. It makes you cry into the sheets, and you feel the cum in your balls ready to burst out of your tip. Your sticky tip throbs and bounces, and it isn’t long before-
“Mmh- M-MMMM!~” You shout into the blanket as your body shivers and quakes as the first wave of anal orgasm travels throughout your sweaty and cum-glazed body.
But Yuji, ravenous as he is, moves at the speed of lecherous light and flips himself onto his back and moves under your body to quickly wrap his lips around your thick and pulsating cockhead before any of your cum splurts onto his bed, wanting your warm milk in his mouth instead. As you moan like a bitch and tremble from the sensations, Yuji grips your ass and sucks and milks your splurting cockhead, drinking up your hot load and rolling his eyes back in delight from your potently masculine and deep flavour. His cheeks filled up with your warm jizz, but he swallowed it all before quickly eagerly sucking even more fresh cum out of you, greedy for it all.
As he bobs his head around your shooting tip, his cock throbs in glee from the sight and sound of you cumming as well as your flavour coating his taste buds. It bounces and leaks strings of shiny pre-cum onto his abs and bush before… he ends up cumming hands-free. He moans like a whore around your cock as his cock shoots thick ropes into the air before landing on your back and painting your skin with his essence.
The air around both of you is hot and humid, and the musky scent of sweat, semen, and his cologne floats around both of you like an aromatic cloud. Everything about this, from the scent to the acts to the bodies to the mannerisms, it’s just so masculine and testosterone-filled, and it could make any man's cock throb in his pants.
Yuji’s body is gleaming in sweat under you, the heat doing its thing to him. His muscles contract and relax as his body’s temperature comes down and his heartbeat begins to steady itself. With your cock shooting less and less semen out as your orgasm begins to subside, he deems it safe to let your cock out of his mouth with his face getting painted white with your cum (not that he’d mind, of course), with a satisfying “pop!” as it separates from his lips. He sees your body trembling and your knees about to give up, and he moves quickly to completely settle himself under you so that his head won’t get slammed onto the mattress with a face full of cock (again, not that he’d mind.)
By the time you collapse like a house of cards, it’s at least on top of your best friend’s strong body. Yuji musters up enough strength in his body to sit up on the bed with you settled on his lap, holding your back gently with his hands so that you don’t fall on your back, which is very much possible considering how weak your body has been rendered. You’re a strong young man with good muscles as well, but getting fucked in the ass a countless number of times takes a lot out of you… obviously.
Finally, after a night full of endless fucking, cumming, and moaning, you and Yuji have the opportunity to look each other in the face after everything.
By this point, the darkest hours of the night have passed, and the sky slowly illuminates to a slightly lighter shade of blue.
As you and Yuji silently look into each other's eyes, you get lost. In Yuji’s light brown eyes, you see exhaustion, satisfaction, hunger, affection, and a fire that’s still there. But as you continue to gaze at each other… well…
“Pfft!”
“Pf- Hahaha!”
You both truly see what a mess that two of you have become after the intense, back-breaking, and room-tarnishing sex you guys had and damn is it funny as all hell.
You chuckle at the sight of your best friend, his once lazily handsome spiked hair is now sticking in all directions with cum in it, his face is flushed pink and glazed with saliva and semen, and his lips have both yours and his semen all over them. “Dude, you’re a fucking mess…” But even as the words leave your lips, his looks are still as rapturing as ever. He can make anything look good; he’s just that naturally charismatic and handsome.
“I know you’re not talking, M.C…” He laughs and shakes his head boyishly with his eyes crinkling in amusement. “You look like those cheap pornstars in the finishing scenes of those gangbang yaois I know you read.” Uh… true, very true in fact, but damn. “Well, main difference is that this,” He gestures with a hand towards your body. “Was all my doing~ Damn, I’m good~” … Good to know that he’ll never stop being proud of his prowess in bed, even until the end.
“Yeah, yeah, you fucked the life out of me, and my brains left my cock along with my cum, we get itttttt.” You say with fond exasperation, which just gets a simple chuckle in reply.
As a comfortable silence washes over both you and the sun slowly rises, you both once again hear the clock ticking in your minds, remembering that the end to all of this is approaching. The end to the brainless fucking in bed, laughing in exhaustion as you catch your breath together, and lamenting how sore you’ll be the next day, amongst many other things. It’s the last time you two can connect and comfort each other this way before you both go down a new path. Still together, but separated in a very personal and intimate way.
It seems like Yuji is thinking the same thing as his eyes take on a slight sombre shade.
But it’s not like you two to end things on a sad note.
Yuji’s eyes light up and take on a comforting yet conspiratory light. “Heyyyyyyy, M.C.?~” His voice lights up, and he speaks in that singy-songy tone he likes to use. “Do ya… y’know… still have it in you for one more round?” You can feel his hard and hot cock bounce against your ass. “I’m not done yet… unsurprisingly so.” His hands travel down your lower back and softly squeeze your bruised, red, and cum and drool-glazed asscheeks. “C’mon… one more time… for me?” He jokingly looks at you with his signature puppy dog eyes, which you no doubt suspect that he learned by being a younger brother. “Yeah?”
You know he’s trying to lighten things when you both started going down a sombre path, and you appreciate it. You like that he wants to end things on a happy and… pleasurable note because you want the same thing.
And so, with a sweet kiss to Yuji’s cum-slathered lips, which gets a satisfied hum from him, you send the message soft and clear. “You know I can’t say no to you when you use that voice and those eyes, Yuji…”
“I know you can’t, M.C.” He replies playfully but lustfully. “Not once were you ever able to…”
And with that. With the sky slowly gaining more light, and with your bodies exhausted yet in peaceful lust, Yuji lines his cock and shoves his cock inside your slick asshole for the final time.
When you were shipwrecked, you thought of him.
In your ungodly hours, he was there.
When the rain came pouring down and you were drowning, he would show up, and that’s when you could finally breathe.
You truly did win the lottery with Yuji. Before you met him, you never thought in your life that you would find someone with whom you could bond and become partners for life.
The friendship you two created together, with words, with experiences, with memories, with touch, and whatever else, is something that will forever survive any challenges life decides to throw at you.
But as you have come to discover and remember in this moment, from the first night he claimed your body to tonight, your relationship, though it may face tides such as dynamic shifts and boundary placement, will forever remain evergreen and steadfast.
No matter what, he’ll always be a shoulder for you to cry on, someone to call when school or life gets hard, or someone to binge on junk food with even after a tough gym sesh.
It’s nice to have a friend that you know will always be there, and you’ll always be there for him as well. The loyalty you have towards each other will shine forevermore.
And you see that aforementioned loyalty, devotion, and affection in his eyes, along with exhausted lust as he bounces you up and down his ever-strong and rock-hard cock, his strong hands holding you by the ass.
Your arms are wrapped around his neck intimately, the knowledge that this is the last time you hold him like this not going unthought of. His broad and muscular shoulders were always a delight to cling onto as you buried your face in his neck and he fucked deep into you. But this time, you keep your eyes on his, relishing his passionately hot gaze for the last time.
He pants and groans with exertion and exhaustion, warm beads of sweat dripping down his face that shine from the sunlight creeping through the window. He’s tired; he pushed his body beyond the human limit, but he’ll worry about the repercussions of overworking his body some other time. Your body is his as long as his consciousness allows it, and he’s greedy to enjoy it until he passes out.
“Hah… hah… fuck, M.C…” These words aren’t anything he hasn’t said before while he fucked you, but in his tone, you hear it. The tinge of conclusion, the acknowledgement of finality. There’s a hint of sadness that this is the end.
You can’t have that. You’re going to let him enjoy the end with a smile and a final euphoric rush.
You kiss his lips gently and pour all of your gratitude, appreciation, love, and happiness into the kiss. For the comfort, his touch brought you these past two years. When you were stressed, lonely, or blatantly horny, his touch was a comforting reward for you, even if he liked to get rough and brutal. You moan into his mouth with love and lust, satisfaction and loyalty.
You both kiss each other’s reddened lips and silently speak the same message to each other in this moment, saying it through the passion and emotions in the kiss.
“I love you.”
It didn’t need to be interpreted as romantic or platonic, or black or white. The truth is in the words. You loved each other, body and soul. Simple as. And nothing was going to change that. No man, no change in dynamic, no change in location. You’re gonna going to stress over exams and assignments together. You’re still going to eat desserts after a tough chest day at the gym. You’re still going to have sleepovers… You guess in your new bedroom now, and stay up until 6 AM playing Smash Bros. None of that is going away with this change.
The emotional fire in your kiss is what you both needed to feel the final rush of orgasm form in the pits of your stomachs and crawl up your cocks. It’s impossible to guess what number orgasm this is; you both shot countless thick loads throughout the night. While your bodies are exhausted beyond compare, this rush feels different; maybe it’s the last one you’ll both share.
But neither of you wants to shy away from it; you want to run towards it together and moan in unison one more time. As such, Yuji, despite his aching body, puts all his remaining strength in his hips as he thrusts up into you, his candle at its final seconds of light. Likewise, despite your sore thighs and hips, you bounce on his with as much effort as you can, thankfully being held by his hands under your ass, providing support.
Despite the endless hammering your sweet spot endured and relished during your final night in bed with Yuji, it still feels just as euphoric and mind-numbing as when he first shoved his fingers in you a few hours ago. That pleasure spurs you on more and more, disregarding the pain in your body completely in pursuit of the final burst.
As the orgasm creeps closer and closer, your and his movements get clumsier and your bodies tremble, no doubt about to collapse from pleasure and tiredness. You both separate your lips, silently agreeing that you want to look into each other’s eyes as you fall over the edge together.
His pants get heavier and raspier, and your breaths get sharper and higher in pitch.
It’s close, it’s so so close.
The end of your little friends with benefits charade approaches.
Your final orgasm with his cock buried deep inside of you is within reach.
And then.
It happens.
You both cry out to the ceiling, one final roar of pleasure, lust, euphoria, and intimacy.
His cock splurts out what remaining cum he has left stored in him, but it feels just as torrential as the first. His thick rod pulsates and expands one last time in you as the waves of orgasm send shockwaves through his tired body.
You cling to his shoulders as you cry out, and your cock weakly splurts a pathetic watery rope of cum on his stomach, your reservoir clearly exhausted. The waves of pleasure make you tremble and jolt slightly in his arms.
Before you know it, you both simply fall flat onto the bed, him flat on his back and you on top. You both pant in satisfaction and overexertion as the shivers of pleasure fade and the heaviness of sleepiness and exhaustion begin to take claim over your bodies and minds.
As the morning sun illuminates the room even more and warms your skin, you find yourself unable to separate from Yuji. Sure, a small part of it is because you’re simply too tired to even think of moving, but also because… You don’t want to say goodbye to his naked touch yet. Just because the sex is over doesn’t mean you can’t cuddle in bed as you fall asleep… right?
He seems to think the same as his muscular arms wrap around you and hold you snug and tight against his as you remain on top of his warm and naked form. Again, it seems like you’re always on the same page as the best times.
Despite the tiredness and wanting to just pass the fuck out already, you find yourself looking into Yuji’s eyes once more, with him unsurprisingly doing the same thing.
His light brown eyes, glimmering from the sunlight, say one message. One that you send to him as well.
“Thank you.”
With that, you gently seal your lips together. One last time.
Then, you both close your eyes, hold each other close, and let the exhaustion take over your bodies.
But before you pass out, you feel a sense of peace. Peace with where you find yourself.
Then, you feel excitement. What for? You’re not sure, but it seems like life isn't going to be regular for you any time soon.
And you’re okay with that.
Everything you lose is a step you take.
And you look forward to seeing where your next step will take you.
bzzz bzzzz
…?
Huh?
You’re (somehow) awoken by a familiar buzzing sound that’s near you.
You open your eyes, briefly blinded by the sunlight that shines through the windows and groan for a bit.
With one hand, you cover your eyes and use the other to feel around where the buzzing sound was coming, while screaming inside your head from the soreness that tortures your entire body.
Eventually, you feel a familiar rectangular shape, quickly realizing that it’s your phone. Seems like your phone was out of your pocket before you got naked last night.
Your eyes slowly accustom to the light, and you take a second to assess your surroundings. It seems like in your sleep, you and Yuji untangled yourselves.
Speaking of Yuji, you look to your side and see him lying on his back, one hand resting behind his head and the other idly scratching his balls, the epitome of male excellence, of course. Additionally, he’s snoring like a blue-collar dad who fell asleep on the couch after a 12-hour shift. Well, after last night… fair enough, man.
Remembering why you woke up in the first place, despite being exhausted as hell, you open your phone and check your notifications.
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sukuna: Heyyyyyy, M.C.
sukuna: I knew we just met last night and you said you would think about moving in with us and that it is definitely too soon to ask the question again, but I am bored at the moment and thought of you.
sukuna: So… did you make a decision yet? You down to move into a damn penthouse with a bunch of guys?
sukuna: I get it if you still don’t have an answer… unless? Haha, jkjk.
Seeing his name pop up on your screen… it makes your heart race a bit and your cheeks flush. Something about this handsome man thinking about you of all things when he’s bored, what does that mean?
Well… it does make sense to think about a guy who he might be sharing a living space with, but it’s okay to be a bit delusional, right? Besides, he was certainly a bit touchy with you last night, so… maybe you aren’t being completely insane, yeah? Yeah, no, you’re definitely just crazy.
But you really think about it.
For only one second, that is.
For the sake of convenience, for the sake of helping Yuji out, and you suppose for the opportunity to see what may come from this new living arrangement, your answer was written in stone a while ago.
You type one message to Sukuna before passing out once again, Yuji’s loud snores not powerful enough to overpower your exhaustion.
me: Say hello to your new housemate! :)
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Notes:
And so, we have reached the end of the Introduction Arc. Now, the story can truly begin when I see you next. <3
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guys. so. was it worth the wait? i rlly rlly hope so. i put my everything into this final chapter and wanted it to make it as sexy, raunchy, and emotional as possible. hopefully, everything came across as it needed to.
also... might be oversharing but this is also a gay jjk smut so cmon now. frotting is so underrated and i think not enough ppl understand how hot it is. its lowkey my fav thing to do w a guy like that shit stays in my mind for dayssssss.
so, yeah, im back home in canada :) i actually finished my vacation across europe on the 17th but being back home means being back at my corporate office job meaning.... boy im busy.
and damn! god forbid a 25 year old grown man with real life responsiblities and a big boy job wants to spend some time writing his gay y/n jujutsu kaisen fanfiction and fantasize ab tojis big dick... DAMN. but it's ok, you cant get rid of me, this is for the gays. FOR MY FELLOW GAY BOYS OUT THERE THIS IS FOR U AND NO ONE ELSEEEEE <3
but yes... so next chapter is when "a hot mess" written by yours truly really begins. the true chapter 1 will be coming to a theater near u in the upcoming future so stay tuned!
next time u hear from me... we'll be meeting a certain duo... i hope ur as excited to read it as im excited to write it but damn lets survive halloween first yeah?
anyways... ty for reading this nasty little chapter i made... don't think this is my peak or the last you'll see of my smut.
and omg, this is the second time i wrote smut, was it ok? lol... i know its extra, but i'll forever prefer extra over less.
anywho...
bye handsome <3
Chapter 6: halloween 2025 special: always look behind you, part one
Summary:
They always say to look left and right just to stay safe.
But, don't forget, always look behind you as well.
Notes:
This isn't canon to the main story, although it does place in the world the story is set in.
Therefore, any lore that's dropped is canon.
Just think of it as a different reality.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
As is customary this time of year, there’s a certain chill in the breeze that grazes your skin.
Well, a figurative chill, of course. Octobers in Tokyo aren’t exactly known for being particularly frigid… after all, you chose to wear something that ensured that your skin could still breathe and that you wouldn’t overheat. Hmm, wonder how bad it is for people that wear fursuits… why are you thinking this?
Anywho, as you get off the metro and start your little trek toward the university, your eyes are immediately overwhelmed by the abundance of people in costume, both young and old, cutely enough. Good to know you’re not the only one who felt the spooky cheer, and even better to know that people won’t stare at you like you’re a wackass bitch who crawled out of a porn game into the real world through the screen (even though that’s exactly what you are), since they’re dressed to the nines as well. The costumes you see range from adorably cute to simple and classic to borderline pornographic, which gets some side eyes of judgment or blatant appreciation from those around them.
You see a group of giggling kids dressed as Pokémon as they run to school as well. The lameass dweeb that you are, you recognize they’re dressed as Eevee, Quaxley, Gothorita, Hawlucha, and Flareon, a cool mix of the classics and some deep cuts. It's nice to know the youth of today can still be cultured.
Then, you almost bump into a middle-aged salaryman, but thankfully, your quick instincts prompt you to jump out of the way, but he… well, it seems like he didn’t notice you at all. He moves sleepily to his destination, briefcase in tow. Adorably enough, even he’s dressed in costume as well, sporting the appropriately on-theme look of a zombie, more specifically the one from Plants vs Zombies, with the green-ish skin, red bowtie, brown suit jacket, and ripped jeans. You quietly laugh to yourself as you and the salaryman walk in separate directions.
A few minutes pass by, and with quite a few minutes to spare before your first class of the day starts, you let your pace slow down as you stroll the usual path you take to get to school. The streets are adorned with the classic oranges, blacks, and purples that are the signature of Halloween. You pass by a bakery you and Yuji love, and it is abundant with cutely themed goodies, such as cupcakes that look like spiders, cookies shaped like pumpkins and skulls, and donuts that are decorated with illustrations made of icing, such as witches on brooms and little ghosts smiling.
You walk past a sushi restaurant that has cozy, Halloween music playing from the inside, and you briefly see the chefs and staff all dressed as… Gordon Ramsay? All you see is an overwhelming amount of pushed-back blonde wigs, white chef shirts, and… painted-on forehead wrinkles?
Uh… okay, well, they are certainly winning brownie points for doing something… unique! Yeah, unique is definitely the right way to put it. You find yourself walking a bit faster away from the restaurant, but you see a lot of people walking in, so you guess it’s working out for them.
As you get closer to the university, you walk closer to the anime and manga merchandise store that you frequent embarrassingly often. It’s where you go to get your posters, figurines, manga, DVDs, and whatever else you deem is necessary to have in your room to galore in private. If only you didn’t have class soon, you’d definitely check if there’s any special sales or limited Halloween merch… eh, maybe after class. Just as you think that and almost pass the entrance, the doors burst open and make you jump up slightly.
Bursting out of the door are two male workers, eager to entice customers inside and earn any bonus they can and… god damn…
See, this isn’t anything new. The workers at this place always do this. Stand outside, hand out flyers and coupons, and let people know that their stock is always updated and that anything brand new is already there. But on a regular day, they just wear the classic staff uniform. A regular company t-shirt and some green pants, nothing special, and it gets the job done.
But today? Shit, their manager must have told them to make sure the entire store goes out of stock today because these costumes are definitely going to have guys running in, no doubt curious to see if there’s more where that came from and if you don’t hold yourself together, you may end up ditching class and walking in too!
These nameless studs are separately sporting spiky blonde hair and spiky red hair, and immediately, with your cock hardening in your little green shorts, you recognize they’re cosplaying as Bakugou and Kirishima from My Hero Academia, aka two guys that you have spent multiple nights jerking off to as you shoot generations of seed into your cumrag. Just like Kirishima’s quirk… you’re hard as fuck. God, they look just like your anime crushes, it’s fucking insane. You really can’t underestimate the power of weebs that are dedicated to their craft, huh.
Although, would it even be correct to call it cosplay, considering how little, and you truly mean it when you say how little, these guys are wearing?
Walking out of the store with all the confidence and swagger in the world, these two hotties strut out in nothing but tight black Speedos that leave little to the imagination. Swaying their hips with the confidence of men who know they’re hot as hell, they carry large signboards over their heads that read “Hot new merch! You don’t wanna miss it! (Or us…)” and “Special 50% off deals! On us or the merch <3” but to be honest… they don’t need that to make you consider skipping class and forsaking your education this morning. Those Speedos are tight as fuck… so much so that you can blatantly see that they’re packing major heat. You can see the bulges of their huge cocks and their cum-filled balls that are just waiting to burst and needing to be sucked and worshipped.
“Bakugou” and “Kirishima” hold their signs up with one hand while flexing their free arms, their muscles huge and bulging and showing off sexy tufts of armpit hair underneath. Their bodies are not what you’d expect from otakus working at a damn otaku store. Their bodies are buff, clean-cut, clearly defined, and ready for anything, whether that be a gym day or a night in the sheets. Big, bulging arms, tight abs, meaty thighs, huge fucking tits, and pert and firm asscheeks not hidden at all by their Speedos that jiggle deliciously with each strong step they make as they walk around the entrance... these two guys are basically your wet dreams come to life, and you’re sure that your cock is tenting very obviously in your shorts and you’re thankfully quick to cover your dick with your books… not that you think public indecency is of anyone's concern right now…
To no one’s surprise, the store is quickly flocked by otaku guys who make no effort to cover their boners and reach out their hands to touch the workers with lecherous hands. But it seems like the workers are eating up the attention and the touching. Multiple hands run across their abs, their pecs, their thighs, and some hands even sneak into the front pouch of their Speedos, but they simply smirk at each other and do a cheeky fratbro-like fist bump.
...
Hot, that was really fucking hot.
The guys who were just as tempted as the others, but with a little more shame and restraint, walk into the store in droves with their wallets in hand, no doubt tempted by the concept of special deals and brand new merchandise.
You can’t help but keep staring at “Bakugou” and “Kirishima,” who continue to relish in the multiple guys touching them while somehow still advertising the store and waving their signboards… clearly, they're loving this special workday. But after a few more seconds, some of the guys get very bold and pinch their nipples as well, which gets some sexy moans coming out of them.
Shittttt… that’s hot…
...
Wait, are they getting hard?
…
Before you know it, your footsteps are leading you to the store.
Who cares if you miss your morning class?
Is it really that serious?
If someone told you to choose between sitting in class or touching hot cosplayers and grabbing their bulges, sucking their nipples, and shoving your face in their pits… well, the answer is pretty damn fucking obvious!
Your footsteps take you a little bit closer, their moans getting louder (this is definitely public indecency… but you don’t think anyone in the vicinity cares, and the store’s probably gonna make big money today) and you reach out your own hand, eager to join the others and-
bzzz bzzz
…
“M-mm!’ You let out an embarrassing moan as your phone buzzes in your pocket, vibrating against the tip of your clothed cock. Thankfully, the area is rowdy enough for your little moan to go unnoticed.
Well. That took you out of your trance. The hand that was about to grope “Bakugou”’s hardening bulge redirects into your pocket to check out the notifications on your phone.
You look at the screen and… ugh.
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stupid: so………………………….……………….……………….……………….……………….
stupid: where r u?
stupid: we have class lowkey soon so yknow
stupid: get ur ass over here
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You love Yuji, you really do. He’s your best best friend in the entire world. Your best friend for life. Your BFFL (Trollz reference goes hard). Your other half, even.
But really? His timing couldn’t be ANY worse. But you know damn well he’d fist-bump himself for cock-blocking you and straying away from the path.
…
But like, the thing is… You could just ignore his text…
…
But then Yuji will be annoying and spam texts and call you endlessly, and then tear you into shreds for skipping, and you would much rather not deal with that?
But… the sexy cosplayers getting groped who sound like they’re about to bust a huge fucking load in their speedos…
…
Ugh, fuck!
Fine, so be it. Being a responsible student it is then.
With a frustrated huff, you stomp your way to the university, but slow enough to hear the two guys roar in pleasure as they cream their Speedos. Shitttttt, that made your legs quiver a bit…
You’re SO gonna give Yuji the nastiest side-eye when you reach campus grounds.
At least you can use this little amount of time to will your huge leaking boner down. It’s a bit too noticeable in your little green camper shorts.
… Why’d you choose this costume? If you knew there were gonna be hot guys giving you boners, maybe you’d have chosen something less revealing!
Ah well, too late to do anything about it now…
Joyous laughter fills the air, frightened screams are heard all around as friends jumpscare friends, and several whistles pierce the air as students spot other students in particularly skimpy and sexy costumes that for sure are not school-appropriate.
Unsurprisingly, the university is bustling just as well with a variety of costumes. And when it’s young men choosing what to wear for Halloween, it’s safe to expect that one will frequently see a bit too much leg, a bit too much pec, a bit too much bulge, or all of those things all at once, just barely avoiding getting dress-coded.
But on a more wholesome note, the UTokyo student life department seemed to have spared no expenses when it came to amping up the spooky, autumnal vibes for the university. You see a plethora of artisan-made decor and handmade attraction spots tailored for student leisure and gathering. Close to you is a large dark red tent decorated with black and white lights illuminating it from the inside, serving as a place for students to hang out and chat during this festive day. Additionally, you see several food carts being run by students who got to take a special day off from classes just to make the spooky day a bit more fun and enjoyable for those unfortunate enough to still have to attend class. All in all, it’s fun vibes and full bellies all around.
You walk further into the entrance of the school, admiring the detail of the autumnal aesthetic and cozy vibes, before a black and blue arm wraps around your shoulders from behind. A voice speaks deep in your ear.
“Someone looks like a happy camper, hmm?” The voice is dark and seductive. “But those are some short shorts, I must say. It’s almost like you’re just asking for it…” You feel a Kevlar and Nomex-covered finger glide up your inner thigh. “Kinda slutty, don’t you think?”
…
You just roll your eyes and turn around to push the teasing stranger away from you, and he snickers like a mischievous schoolboy as he raises his arms in surrender. The only thing is that this guy is no stranger, though sometimes you do wish he was… maybe life would be more peaceful that way.
“Shut up, Yuji. You know damn fucking well that there are worse offenders out here than me.” You subtly gesture towards a guy who’s dressed (can you really even say he’s dressed, though?) as Ace from One Piece, meaning, he’s rocking the no shirt look… at school. Damn, rules really don’t matter on Halloween, huh?
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He looks at the shirtless guy appreciatively before going back to looking at your costume. “Y’know, just because one guy is dressed more sluttily than you, that doesn’t mean your sluttiness is just negated.” He fiddles with your little green ties. “You literally like a porno version of a Boy Scout… not that it isn’t cute, though. I’ll give you that at least.”
Okay… so, maybe your costume is a bit too sexy. You tried to make it more cute so it would overpower the sexiness, but well… as New York from the Flavour of Love once said, “Gorgeous is gonna devour cute.” You let your eyes roam down your legs, your little green shorts clinging to your upper thighs, with your knees and calves hugged by long white socks with two green rings at the top. Your legs are just begging to be touched by the guys on campus.
Now that you think about it, trying to make your costume more cute than sexy was probably for naught. Especially when you consider that you’re dressed as Keitaro from Camp Buddy… aka a gay porn game. But come on, he is a cutie, it’s just that your body has a bit more… form. Your light-brown scout shirt hugs your well-developed chest and arms very flatteringly, and your shorts do little to hide your pert ass and hard-worked thighs. With a body like yours, a cute costume is gonna end up getting a little sexy. But, eh, people have worse problems to worry about.
“Well. At least you think it’s cute. A win is a win.” You flippantly with a casual shrug. “But let’s talk about you. You really think you’re the main character, huh?” You gesture towards his costume with an animated hand. “I’m looking forward to your explanation for this choice in costume, Yuji.”
To that, he lets out a confident laugh. He spins slowly to let you get a full 360 view of his costume, and your eyes try (and fail horribly) so desperately hard not to check out your best friend’s juicy bod as he does so. Yuji, fully aware of his musculature, is sporting a very well-fitting black and blue bodysuit that hugs every accentuates his body, that spent many hours in the gym. Additionally, his handsome and defined face is decorated with a black domino mask that adds a seductive mystique to his look. You know this look, you’ve spent a few nights jerking to smut and Rule 34 of the character Yuji dressed as. He even went the extra mile and temporarily dyed his hair black just to commit to the bit, gotta respect it. From a distance, you’re not sure if you’d even recognize him.
He puts on a smirk, reminiscent of the character he’s dressed as, but also natural to himself. “Eh, I don’t think I need to explain anything, do I? I like to think I give major Nightwing vibes as is. Wouldn’t you say so?” He shrugs as he speaks with confident sarcasm. Upon seeing your blank stare that screams, “No, not really,” he lets out an offended scoff. “Okay, fuck you. But hey,” He turns around and flexes his arms upwards and confidently stands tall. “My ass alone is all the reason I need to dress up like him, yeah? I mean, come on…”
You, of course, quickly look downwards at Yuji’s ass. Well, fuck yeah. Hugged tight by his black jumpsuit and leaving absolute zero room for imagination, Yuji’s thick, plump, and athletic ass is out for the whole wide world to see, and his juicy cheeks are just begging to be oogled at and smacked. You gotta admit, he’s right. Nightwing has a nice thick ass, Yuji has a nice thick ass… what more reason does he need to justify his costume?
With a defeated sigh, you smack Yuji’s ass, relishing the way it bounced in his jumpsuit and how his soft yet muscly cheek felt against your hand. Yuji let out a feigned gasp, but then he just chuckled and shook his head at your usual banter and antics that you both had grown so accustomed to. “Ok… As much as I hate to admit it, you’re right. Your ass is reason enough, I guesssssssssss.” You say with playful annoyance. “Now let’s head to class. Considering your damn texts from earlier, we just can’tttttt miss it, yeah?”
With that, you turn yourself away from the hot man in front of you and begin to walk towards the entrance of the school, with him quickly catching up to you and walking by your side.
You both naturally fall into idle chatter as you stroll, yapping about whatever the fuck it is you two always end up talking about. You both complain about the state of Genshin Impact and how goddamn horrible the powercreep has gotten, how ZZZ fucked up horribly by making Manato an A Rank character, and instead having random nothing salad trash fetishbait characters be the new S Ranks, and how the new Pokémon game is an embarrassment and that the games from the 2000s era will forever be superior and had actual passion and love put into them.
You both yap and yap some more on the way to the lecture hall where your first class of the day is located, but then, a spontaneous hustle and commotion nearby catches your and Yuji’s attention, prompting you to look at each other before you both figure out there are still a few minutes before you actually have to run to class.
With curious footsteps, you both check out to see what has the guys on campus whispering amongst each other with admiration, attraction, envy, or all those at once. As you get closer, you also see them pulling out their phones, almost like they’re the damn paparazzi or something. Okay… so what’s going on? You and Yuji give each other one more curious look before getting closer.
After shoving yourself to the front of the little crowd of guys that formed, you see it.
Rather, you see them.
And it all makes sense.
In fact, you should’ve seen this coming. It’s your favourite part of the day after all! You were just so distracted by the sexy cosplayers from earlier and then Yuji’s mouth-salivatingly accurate and hot Nightwing costume that you forgot about one of your favourite things about Halloween at UTokyo.
So you mirror everyone else’s excitement as the objects of everyone’s attention (and attraction) draw closer and closer to the campus grounds.
And you swear, you can hear violins and pianos playing from nowhere from their presence alone.
Walking with all the confidence and dominance in the world, with faces that must have been carved by Hephaestus himself, and the stature and allure of men in the highest echelons, their footsteps alone command everyone’s respect and attention.
The celebrities of UTokyo have entered the scene, the famous black-and-white duo.
Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru.
Two men, known not just in UTokyo but throughout Japan and overseas as well, for their one-in-a-million good looks and god-given bodies. They are lauded and coveted as Japan’s top two male supermodels, having been featured countless times on the front pages of many high fashion magazines, having walked in all of the most important fashion shows and runways you could think of, and being featured on multiple luxury designers' commercials worldwide. It is no exaggeration, perhaps it may even be an understatement, to say that they are the crème de la crème of the fashion world. No one has achieved what they have achieved, and no one knows if there will be a day when they are surpassed.
Satoru sports a confident yet playfully jovial grin, while Suguru dons a cunning yet gentle smile as they both walk and talk to each other about whatever it is men in their echelon talk about. Probably about their billions of yen, or their upcoming vacation to the Maldives, or maybe even the hot male models they bang on the daily… but that’s just your imagination.
While you get lost in your thoughts and fantasies, Yuji speaks the truth in his head. “Knowing them, those idiots are talking their winstreak on Smash Bros. from last night… I mean, damn, they were up until 3 fucking AM.” He shakes his head to himself.
But back to you, who knows nothing, you continue to admire these two gods amongst men as they walk closer to the crowd very nonchalantly, as if seeing a crowd staring at you like hungry pigeons with their phone cameras out is a normal, everyday thing. Then again, considering they are celebrities and fashion royalty… a crowd of university guys is definitely child’s play for them.
But they aren’t just handsome, beautiful, and ethereal. Nope, they are also incredibly brilliant and academically adept, being Master’s students who are incredibly respected by students, staff, and faculty alike. Because being some of the handsome men in the world wasn’t enough, right? Like, damn, it’s like that scene in the Powerpuff Girls where Chemical X was dropped into the formula and made the perfect superhumans, but in this case, it’s just sexy and well-accomplished young men!
But it seems like no matter where you are in life, no one is too successful or rich to resist their inner child’s urge to dress up for Halloween and just have fun with it, and it’s evident that even gods like Satoru and Suguru are no exception. Although considering it’s them, they wear and work their costumes as if they’re wearing one-of-a-kind designer garments and walking for New York Fashion Week, which they have obviously done countless times, the clips always rack in millions of views.
Satoru, with a somehow refined and poised pep in his step, wears a high-quality and form-fitting Spiderman suit. He’s unmasked, though, of course. After all, why hide such a beautiful face under a mask? His beautiful, white-as-snow hair sways from the gentle breeze effortlessly. God, he makes any moment look like a commercial, doesn’t he? His electric sapphire eyes gleam with excitement as he chats with his known best friend, and his lusciously soft lips look like they can make any word or sentence sound sweet and delicious. His costume hugs his muscular frame flawlessly; his perfectly proportioned body allows the ensemble to fit him like a second skin. His body, no doubt, carved to perfection by rigorous but well worth it dieting and exercise, and, of course, god-given genetics, just commands to be stared at and admired. And goddamn, you are gonna do exactly that when the opportunity is given to you.
Naturally, your greedy eyes, along with everyone else’s (except Yuji’s), then shift to Suguru, and Jesus fucking Christ, it should be a crime to see something like this for free.
Dressed more modestly when compared to his best friend, Suguru, recognizable by any otaku and weeb, is dressed impeccably as Zhongli. His flowing dark black hair is styled in his world-renowned signature man bun with some hair draping down his back. His hair is complemented by his garments, which are so high quality and perfectly detailed and similar to the source material that you wouldn’t be surprised if he commissioned some big-name designer to make them just for him. His broad and muscular body is hugged perfectly by his black and brown ensemble that consists of Zhongli’s signature tailcoat, waistcoat, shirt, and trousers. His broad shoulders, sinfully tapered waist, and long legs are accentuated perfectly, and you can’t think of anyone other than him who could pull off such a bold choice in costume. His purple eyes gleam like Satoru’s but with more elegance and poise as they chat, and he snickers into his hand at something his friend said.
Soon enough, they get close enough and face the crowd with a smile and a wave, no doubt being used to this type of attention. But their posture as they stand in place, due to the crowd blocking their path, tells you all what they’re thinking; they, just like everyone, have classes they need to get to.
You and everyone else quickly part like the Red Sea (with Yuji walking with heavy steps, since he doesn’t give a single fuck), their presence alone wordlessly commanding you to do so. It’s like you all (minus Yuji), don’t deem yourselves worthy enough to even think of breathing the same air as gods like them.
And just like that, they walk into the building, doing what you and everyone should be doing by now.
…
Badump badump badump
You hold a hand to your chest to feel your beating heart. “Fuck… I love going to this school. Those two make Halloweens at UTokyo the greatest thing to ever exist…” Your voice has reverence in it, speaking in an awed whisper. “Looking at them never gets old. I mean, did you Satoru’s-”
With a roll of his eyes, Yuji interrupts you. “Yes, yes, I saw the way Satoru’s waist looked. It’s not like you don’t say the same shit every time you see them walking around campus.” Exasperated. No other word can describe Yuji’s voice in this moment. “Anyyyyyyywayssssss, enough of handsome male model fun time, we have a class to get to.” He says as he drags you by the arm to your class, as you’re lost in your head, daydreaming about the handsome gods you were blessed with the opportunity to look at.
“Hah… they looked so divine. They looked perfect… Such different costumes, yet they still looked high fashion and sexy as hell. They must have had a whole team dress them or something, and they totally must have taken hours to make their costumes look perfect. I’m certain of it!” You sigh dreamily, holding your books a bit tighter to your chest, as if you’re some blushing cheesy romance protagonist. “I wonder how they even thought of such perfect costumes? They pulled off the looks perfectly… ugh, I’m so curious!”
As you ramble and yap about the two supermodels, Yuji sighs and shakes his head tiredly as he drags the two of you to class.
To tune out your homosexual ramblings, he lets himself get lost in his head and lets his feet go on autopilot.
He remembers a particular moment from a few days ago, when he was playing Genshin on the living room TV. Satoru and Suguru came home late to work on some assignments after a day of photoshoots and filming, and spotted the younger guy chilling and playing. Zhongli used his burst at the same time Suguru looked at the TV, and Yuji didn’t notice the glimmer that appeared in the black-haired man’s eyes, as his eyes were glued to the screen. And with Halloween having been around the corner, Satoru asked Yuji who he was planning to dress up as for the spooky day. Yuji, with his mind occupied with the TV, mindlessly answered the question, and he likewise didn’t see the glimmer in the white-haired man’s eyes.
…
Yuji sighs to himself. It all makes sense now; he should’ve seen it coming.
Of course, Satoru would hear “Nightwing” and then think “Bodysuit? Spiderman it is!”
And it’s funny that you think those two guys had a team to dress them up in their… admittedly perfect costumes. And it’s even funnier that you think those two got up early in the morning to dress up. Because Yuji vividly remembers waking up this morning and walking downstairs in his costume, about to head out just to see the two idiots snoring on the living couches in nothing but their Versace boxers with Cheeto dust on Satoru’s lips and cans of Mountain Dew on the wooden cube table with controllers next to them. Again, they were playing Smash Bros. until 3 AM last night. Not exactly alluring supermodel material, if you ask him.
He also remembers pinching their ears hard to wake them up, them waking up yelling in pain, him telling them school is kind of starting soon, them sitting up immediately from his words, and then running to the washroom in their boxers, pushing and pulling each other’s hair and fighting over who gets to shower first before they ended up just entering the washroom together and showering together. Funny thing is, there are multiple washrooms in the penthouse, so they fought over nothing. Yuji left shortly after that whole fiasco, already exhausted from their bullshit. World-renowned supermodels who are also genius academics, but they’re nothing but ridiculous teenage boys in grown men's bodies at home. Never meet your idols, they say...
He doesn’t know how they managed to look, and he hates to admit this, flawless and impeccable with such a short amount of time, but well, changing quickly in high-stress situations is a necessary skill for those who walk in the world’s most high-profile fashion shows. If anyone can do it, it’s them.
You continue to ramble endlessly about how Satoru and Suguru are mythical gods walking among men, and how they’re so handsome and perfect, and he just shakes his head in disbelief.
“Man, you have no idea…” He says tiredly in his head as you finally reach your classroom. He then pushes you inside with an expressionless face.
If only you knew.
After seemingly endless hours of textbook pages being flipped, slideshows going to the next slide, snores being heard from around the classroom, and your professors either actually talking about the lecture material or nothing to do with school at all, since it’s Halloween and they wanna chill too, the school day is finally over.
University students flood out of the numerous buildings in droves, and the air is rampant with vibrant chatter. With the day over, everyone’s talking about their plans for the afternoon and tonight. Guys talk about chilling in apartments and watching horror movies, others talk about going trick or treating as if they aren’t grown men, and the majority of them, of course, make plans to hit the nightclubs and get absolutely wasted and fucked up.
You and Yuji are likewise figuring out what to do, with you both, interestingly enough, at a crossroads. And your back and forth goes on and on and on until you’re seated at a ramen joint that you frequently eat at after a long day of lectures. The festively decorated little spot is filled with costumed hungry students and tired salarymen who are all eager to fill their bellies after using far too much brainpower.
Yuji crosses his arms like an angry little boy as you two wait for your food. “M.C., you know I love sleeping over at your place every Halloween and staying up all night watching movies and playing games, but my costume is way too hot to not show off!” He says, frustratedly, while flexing an arm. “This time, I wanna go to the club, get fucked up, and show off to every man in there!”
Here he goes again.
“Dude. You’re acting like I said you can’t do that. If you want to do that, go ahead! But you can do that with those other guys you like to go clubbing with, not me.” You say with a deadpan look. “You know me, I don’t do blaring music, flashing lights, and cramped crowds (That sounded very Disney Channel and very "I'm so different", but it's true). If you want countless guys to grope your ass, you can do so without me, yeah?” You cross your arms, daring him to challenge you again.
He lets out a frustrated huff. “But… but, Halloween is more fun with you!” Ok, cute. “Why can’t you just… ah fuck it, never mind. I’ll text the boys and tell them I’m down to hit the club tonight.” He admits defeat and slumps into his chair as he pulls his phone out to send out some messages.
“Good boy.” You say jokingly, satisfied with your little win. “Come on, Yuji, I like spending time with you too, obviously, considering we are barely ever not together… But still, just go out tonight, have fun, look sexy and hey, if you’re down for it, just come to my place when you’re done, sound good?” You let out a peace offering to your sulking bestie.
That seems to perk up his mood, and the light is back in his eyes in almost an instant. He grins and sets his phone down. “Alright! Yeah, I like the sound of that. We can just chill after I have my fun. And if you’re asleep, well, I’ll just sneak into bed with you and we can do something in the morning, it’ll be the weekend anyway.” Well, at least he isn’t sulking anymore.
“Mhm, sounds good to me.” You say with a thumbs up.
With perfect timing, your food finally arrives. Steaming fresh bowls abundant and colour with noodles, meat, eggs, and vegetables make your mouth water, and the aroma of the broth makes you believe that sometimes… just sometimes… food is just as good as sex.
From here on out, you and Yuji wordlessly get to work on your bowls, and nothing else matters except filling your bellies with warm deliciousness.
…
But you fail to notice something.
Though you can really blame yourself, as you were starving and having a back-and-forth with your best friend, so your senses were a bit occupied.
It happened as soon as you walked into the restaurant.
Once you walked in, a pair of eyes landed on you and never stopped staring at you.
When you were walking from the entrance to your seat, the man in the dark corner, his face obscured by the lack of lighting there, let his eyes roam all over your sexily dressed body. While he was enjoying his own bowl of ramen, he let his eyes feast as well. The way your shirt hugged your chest and arms, the way your little green shorts gave a sinfully generous view of your smooth thighs, and the way he got a full view of your ass as you walked around your table to get to your seat, he certainly got a full-course meal for the eyes.
It’s only natural he’d pop a huge fucking boner in his black tactical pants under the table. A sexily dressed young guy like you would look damn fucking good underneath him as he rips your clothes off your body and bends you over a table as he fills you with load after load after load.
He can just see it now in his lecherous and chaotic mind. He thinks about getting up from his table, hoisting you over his shoulder, bringing you into a dark alleyway while you kick and scream as he forces you on your knees, shoving his huge monster cock in your adorable mouth, and face-fucking you until your stomach is filled to the brim with his cum. He thinks of you on the ground, naked and covered in dirt and semen, as he fucks you into the pavement with his and your semen painting the ground white.
The nasty little daydreams playing like pornos in the man’s mind make him tap his feet in frustrated arousal as he continues to fuck you with his eyes in the dark corner of the restaurant.
And you’re none the wiser, fully committed to slurping up the broth and noodles from the bowl in front of you, smiling and closing your eyes in satisfied bliss from the flavours blessing your taste buds and the warm feeling in your belly.
Soon enough, you and Yuji finish your bowls, and you both relax into your seats, well-fed and comfortable.
You check your phone to see what time it is. “Alright… if it’ll make you happy, I’m down to hang out for a bit before you go to the club. And! If it’ll make you even happier, I’ll walk with you there and go home after. Sounds good?” Why are you talking like you’re trying to compromise with a difficult child? Oh, right, because sometimes, that’s truly how it feels!
Anywho, Yuji lights up like a jack-o'-lantern and nods his head eagerly, happy that he can spend more time with his bestie before he gets fucked up and felt up at the club. “Fuck yeah, I’m down!” He says with enthusiasm. “I know you can’t resist wanting to spend some more time with me~” He says smugly before he stops and thinks. “... Hold on, you fucker. Is your delusional ass seeing the perfect opportunity to pretend you’re going on a date with Nightwing instead of just hanging out with your best friend?”
… Well, fuck. He got you.
“Uh… if I asked you to kiss me and talk like him, what would you do…” You ask shamelessly. Hey, it’s a valid question.
Like magic, Yuji’s enthusiasm disappears, and a “Really, bitch?” type of look is all over his face. Getting up wordlessly and leaving his payment on the table, he grabs his bag and walks out of the restaurant with childish stomps, his asscheeks bouncing as he does so.
But you just laugh out loud at his antics and do the same as him, struggling to catch up to him and planning on (easily) winning his forgiveness by offering to pay for his dessert, as you two do like a sweet treat after dinner.
…
Not even a millisecond after you left the restaurant, the man in the corner leaves his money and empty bowl on the table as he gets ready to leave. His boner went down, but with a cock like his, he always has a bulge down there, one he flaunts with nonchalant confidence.
He stands up, his 6’5” herculean body casting shadows over the tables and patrons he stomps past as he reaches the door.
When he gets out and the sunlight shines on his muscular tank of a body, he stretches his arms over his head, his biceps and shoulders singing in delight as they flex.
Ready to get a move on, he put back on the mask that he had attached to his hip. It’s an iconic skull-patterned balaclava, just like the one Ghost from Call of Duty is known for wearing. The balaclava hides his handsome face perfectly, the skull pattern making his eyes look even more striking, and he looks just like those muscular thirst trappers on Instagram. It’s a simple Halloween piece that he was going to wear on the job, but… it seems like there’s been a sudden change of plans for the night. He has something far more interesting planned.
He sends a quick text to the guys he works with before putting his phone back in his pocket, not caring what anyone has to say.
It read, “Not coming in tonight, suck my dick if that pisses you off.”
With the message sent, his stomach satisfied, and a spur-of-the-moment mission, he’s on the move.
With a smirk under his mask and footsteps laced with unspoken intentions, he walks in the direction you went, hot on your trail.
The afternoon passes by in a flash, but that’s simply a testament to how much fun you and Yuji are capable of when the two of you are out and about and doing whatever sorts of nonsense you can get up to on the streets of Tokyo.
Your afternoon antics included eating far too many spooky themed desserts at the bakery you passed by this morning, trying on costumes at some random shop and laughing at each until your stomachs hurt, and going to the otaku store you frequent often and got distracted at this morning… Speaking of said otaku store, as expected, many shelves were empty, and the manager certainly looked happy with the sales they made today. Sex sells, as always.
Little did you know, the two sexy cosplayers were taking a nap in the breakroom from the amount of nuts they busted in the Speedos earlier. Never underestimate the lecherous hands of lonely, hungry, and sex-crazed anime otaku boys; they’ll work you dry, it seems.
It seems like you were having too much fun to feel the unrelenting gaze that was on you at all times.
As you and your best friend had endless amounts of fun and laughter, the masked stranger never let his eyes off of you, always managing to stay close, yet perfectly out of sight, which should’ve been immensely difficult considering his height and width. He smirked to himself when he saw you wearing stupid costumes, shook his head in disbelief at how you pigged out on desserts, and his dick throbbed in his pants when he saw the gay porn manga you were checking out at the weeb store. It seems like this little scandalously dressed boy scout isn’t so innocent after all; he’ll keep that information close to his heart.
Not once did he falter or make a mistake. He never stopped stalking and shadowing you, moving with the stealth and agility only someone with immense talent and years of training can possess. If you turned or changed your direction, he always found a perfect place to hide. If you passed by a mirror or window, he immediately calculated an angle in his mind and found a spot that kept him in your blind spot. And when the coast was clear, he was back on the prowl, following you like a shadow.
And as the sun descended and the night sky came alive, the stranger and his all-black ensemble blended into the night only more.
Soon enough, after stepping off the particularly crowded metro, you find yourself shoving past countless bodies on the ever-vibrant, rambunctious, and neon orange-lit streets of Minato City on a Halloween night.
As should be expected of Tokyo’s world-famous hot spot for nightlife, the streets and its countless buildings and establishments are strikingly technicoloured, music can be heard blasting from the seemingly infinite number of bars and nightclubs you pass by, and your eyes are blissfully bombarded by the never-ending sea of men wearing slutty ass costumes worn with the intention to get each other hard.
You’re a fairly strong young man, and pushing through crowds shouldn’t be of any difficulty on a regular day. But this is no regular day, of course. As such, you need to cling to Yuji’s arm as he sifts through all the borderline naked men who are eager to get fucked up, get fucked, or do the fucking.
While you struggle, the masked stalker faces no such difficulties. His herculean, skyscraper of a body alone commands every man in his path to get out of his way and look at him from behind, wondering if they’re more horny than scared or vice versa. Regardless, even an endless sea of men isn’t enough to get in the way of this man’s mission and his goal that has been on his mind ever since he first saw you in that restaurant.
Finally, after a few more minutes of struggling and pushing through sweaty and fit men (you enjoyed it, Yuji did too), the two of you stand in front of what seems to be the largest and most popular nightclub in all of Minato City. Booming from the inside, you can hear loud and clear Before the Goodbye by Britney Spears and people shouting along to the lyrics. Alright, the DJ has great taste, you’ll give him that. You see tons of guys walking into the club’s entrance, eager to get down and dirty… God, imagine the sweaty and musky inside that place… if you weren’t so deadset on your plan to just chill tonight, maybe you could be tempted to go inside just for the men, but alas… It’s cozy over cumshots for tonight, boys.
Standing guard like immovable stone walls in front of the club entrance with their arms crossed over their deliciously huge chests is the club’s security and bouncer team. With expertly trained and keen eyes, the group of colossal and strong men that are built like military tanks, stay vigilant in making sure that any drug that isn’t alcohol doesn’t enter the premises. Though… considering what their costumes are… their main concern should be that guys don’t try unzipping their pants to suck their definitely huge cocks while they’re on the clock.
Wearing nothing but tight blue jeans and Nike sneakers, this team, meant to stand guard and ensure everyone’s safety, instead looked like they should be on stage giving lap dances and grinding on the ground. A group of sexy and buff men dressed as the Magic Mike cast… yeah, that’s so fucking hot. And it’s clearly great for business, seeing as countless men stop and stare at the guards only to walk into the club, eager to see what else awaits inside the foggy and musky club.
…
Remember, M.C., cozy over cumshots, cozy over cumshots.
As you mentally battle yourself to stick with your initial plan to snuggle under a blanket and watch some nostalgic Pokémon classics in the comfort of your own apartment, Yuji pinches your cheek with a hand, bringing you back to the real world, the sweaty, muscle-abundant, and testosterone-filled real world.
“M.C.? Dude, stop drooling and listen to me.” You instinctively wipe your chin with your hand at that. “Well? I’ll catch you later? The guys are waiting for me over there.”
He points to a group of guys you frequently see Yuji hang out with at university when he isn’t with you. You recognize some of their names… the handsome and tall one is Junpei, and the quiet and stoic one is Toge. Other than that, you don’t recognize the others.
Holding on to your arm, Yuji speaks once more. “You sure, you don’t wanna… You know… join us… or rather, join me?” He looks at you, asking one last time. “I could stay by your side, if you want?”
…
Tempting, very tempting. First, an endless abundance of sweaty and muscular hot men all in one place? That’s basically your dream. Second, Yuji holding on to you and asking you with that soft, pleading voice of his? You’re just a guy… You can only be so strong for so long.
But…
In all seriousness, while you like to dream about being engulfed in a sea of basically naked buff hotties, that’s what you prefer, when it’s a dream. You’re still very much so, a reclusive hermit who’s comfortable and thrives in the comfort of his own space with little to no people. So with your decision made and resolve unmoving, you gently separate his hand from your arm, with your heart hurting slightly from the sad look in his eyes.
“I’m sure, Yuji.” His sad look quickly goes away as he nods defeatedly but understandingly, knowing that this isn’t your type of place anyway. “Besides, you’re gonna stay the night at mine after, right? We’ll literally be seeing each other in a few hours. So go and have your fun, alright? Don’t let me stop you from getting fucked up.”
“Hah… ok, ok, yeah, sure. Fineeeeeee… I’ll see you later, I guess….” He sulks a bit before pulling you into a hug, snuggling you close into his warm and muscular body. “I’ll have my fun… lots of fun, hehe…” He whispers teasingly into your ear.
You both pull away after a few more seconds, and he starts to walk to the group that was waiting for him. “Get home safe, okay? I’ll see you in a bit!” He sends you an enthusiastic wave before he runs to the guys, and they assess their game plan.
You stare at the group until they begin to dash into the club eagerly with grins on their faces, but Yuji turns around and sends you one last enthusiastic wave from afar, which you reciprocate with just as much enthusiasm. You keep your eyes on him until you can’t see him anymore.
…
Well, nothing else left for you to do here other than to go home now.
With the peppy, temporarily black-haired energy bomb that is Nightwi- you mean Yuji, no longer with you, you turn around and walk back to the metro station, eager to undress, get into some soft PJs, and lounge in bed and do whatever until Yuji comes back.
Even though the streets of Minato City are just as crowded and loud, it somehow feels quieter without your friend next to you. But that’s not a bad thing. Every introvert needs to recharge their batteries, and walking to the metro station with your earbuds in sounds pretty rejuvenating to you.
As you walk, you plug your earbuds into your phone, put them in your ears and walk with a little bit more pep in your step as the intro to Anticipating by Britney Spears blesses your ears.
Though you’re very eager to get home, the fun 2000s beats and the bright lights make the solo journey back a little bit more fun.
You’re alone, but you can still find fun in that, and so, you do.
…
But the thing is, you are not alone.
Sure, you’re walking by yourself. Sure, you think that you’re just one man in his lonesome in a sea of many, just heading to his destination like everyone else.
But you were never truly alone.
He was watching you.
The pair of eyes that stayed on you, followed your every movement, watched you when you laughed, and darkened with lust and hunger when you pulled your shorts up, making your ass bounce cutely; they never stopped looking at you.
Every step you make, he follows silently.
He will get what he wants tonight.
When he wants something, he fucking gets it.
And he’s used to getting what he wants.
After seeing you walk into the metro station, he turns around, for the first time letting you escape his sight for only a few seconds to look back at the nightclub you walked away from, and his eyes look with humour at the guys at the front standing guard, looking like male strippers in their jeans and sneakers.
Funny that, if he didn’t spot you in that restaurant earlier and think of something better to do, he’d be standing there at the very front.
He shakes his head and quietly chuckles to himself before turning back to follow you.
“Goddamn fucking losers.” He thinks to himself. “I’ve found something much more interesting to do than work.”
With that, he walks into the metro station, shoves his herculean body past the toll gate, completely destroying it to the shock of everyone around him and walks into the train you got in.
He sits far enough from you that even if you did notice him, there’d be nothing to suspect.
And once more, he watches you.
Waiting for you to stand up, so he can follow you once more.
This time, with you finally alone, he can finally make a move.
Just you wait.
The ride was only a few minutes long, and before you know it, you’re walking on the familiar streetside that you know like the back of your hand.
And while it isn’t Minato City, downtown Akihabara’s liveliness isn’t anything to scoff at either, and you note with delight that the costumes you see from here on out are less about being sexy and more about otakus showing dedication to the art of dressing up and embodying characters and stories. You stroll past several people dressed as characters from a variety of anime, manga, video games, as well as western media, feeling like you’re truly walking amongst your own people.
One thing about it, as noisy as downtown Akihabara can be, you’re so damn lucky that your dad managed to find this apartment as well as a pretty nice rate for rent. An apartment that you can find solitude in, convenience stores nearby with tons of cutely themed treats and snacks, and a bunch of dorky social rejects like you… ah, life is great sometimes…
With Aura by Mariah The Scientist reaching its end on your Spotify, the journey back to your apartment door is finally at an end. The stroll was relaxing in its own way, of course, music and walking are a great way to get your cardio in while you get lost in your thoughts or silently sing along to whatever song is playing in your earbuds.
After trekking over the stairs that are always an absolute bitch to climb after a rough leg day, you stare over the balcony for a few seconds, admiring the bright lights and festivities of Akihabara on Halloween night, and not noticing the eyes that watch you from around the corner, closer than ever.
The breeze caresses your skin and makes you dance gently.
Today was… nice. Sure, maybe your costume was a bit more sexy than you thought it would be (trying it on the night before the day of would’ve been a nice idea), but whatever. It was a day filled with laughter, smiles, delicious food, seeing tons of hot guys undressed, slapping and staring at Yuji’s ass, and… okay, chill. The worst part about your costume was these damn little green shorts. Considering how many boners you got… wearing sweatpants the entire week after sounds like a good idea.
But again, it was all in all a fun day.
After letting out a contented sigh, you turn toward your apartment door, take out your keys, unlock the door and open it, ready to get some much-needed rest and relaxation in the comfort of your curated little world.
But, in a moment of tired carelessness, you make one grave mistake.
People always say that you should look both ways when crossing the street. It makes sense, of course. If you want to stay safe and make the area around you is clear of danger, it’s something you and everyone else always do.
But there’s something else that people don’t say as commonly as they should, even though it is just as important as looking at both sides.
Always look behind you.
Because if you don’t.
stomp
stomp stomp
stomp stomp Stomp
STOMP STOMP STOMP
It might be too late for you to save yourself.
Notes:
surprise <3
SURPRISE HALLOWEEN SPECIAL EPISODE? AND SO SOON AFTER THE LAST UPDATE? R UR FAVES THIS CONSISTENT?????
i know what ur thinking, hey silly, its actually novem- NO IT ISNT... just shush and accept this gift<3
this entire thing wasn't planned at all. when i posted the previous chapter i was gonna take a break. but on oct 30, i was in the shower getting ready for work when... inspiration struck as it always does in the shower.
and so, at work and late into the night at home, i wrote and wrote and wrote, desperate to put my vision into words.
part 2 is basically done but for the sake of plot flow and for me to make sure its perfect, u can expect it tomorrow or the day after... it's something u can def look forward to... teehee.
anywho... if u care enough to answer... who or what did yall dress up as for hall hall? im curious...
since ive been a swiftie since 2006, which i know in todays climate is worse than telling someones mom to die or murdering someones pet, i dressed up as taylor swift from the you belong with me music video bc its iconic. her new album was still ass but thats my white girl fav idc
anyway... i hope u liked this surprise... and see u very very soon.
bye handsome <3
ALSO ITS FINALLY NOVEMBER... THEREFORE MARIAH CAREY HAS DEFROSTED AND XMAS IS COMING! MY FILIPINO ASS IS HAPPIEST DURING CHRISTMAS SO IM HYPED IM FINALLY GONNA BE HAPPY AGAIN AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Chapter 7: halloween 2025 special: always look behind you, part two
Summary:
Now that he's forced himself into your home and your life, he's never letting you go.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Frighteningly fast and powerful footsteps boom on the floor, so fast that you don’t have time to look behind you.
Immediately, not giving you even a millisecond to process, react, or fight back, a huge and powerful arm wraps itself around your neck from behind, lifting you off the ground and holding you against a strong and big chest. A large gloved hand covers your mouth and even your nose, not allowing you any chance to breathe or scream in shock or for help, not that you even could, everything was happening so insanely quickly that you’re still in the process of getting to the process of wondering why you can’t breathe or feel the ground all of a sudden.
You’re then carried into your dimly lit apartment very roughly, with the dangerous stranger lifting you with ease, almost like you weigh nothing. The hand that was covering your mouth moves away to shut your apartment door very quietly, to not garner any suspicion, before going back to cover your mouth. It all happened so fast that you couldn’t even think of letting out a scream.
You’re a fairly strong and well-built young man. You work out with Yuji pretty often, and as a result, despite being the socially reclusive otaku that you are, you’ve got some muscle and can hold your own when it comes to strength. But with how easily you’re manhandled with just one arm with your legs high above the ground (this person must be taller than a skyscraper), you might as well be lighter than feathers. And with how it seems like everything is happening in one half of a millisecond, even the neural pathways in your brain aren’t quick enough to make you realize you’re in danger.
After more seconds of stunned silence pass by, what finally gets you to start moving is the fact that you cannot breathe. With the intruder’s large and strong hand covering your nose and mouth, and his huge arm carrying you by the neck like some noose, no air can come through and your lungs feel tight and desperate. Your survival instincts kick in for you to finally make a move and fight whoever is carrying you by the neck into your apartment. With your free hands, you desperately try to pry the large hand covering your nose and mouth off. It’s no use, he’s too strong. When that doesn’t work, you punch his arm that’s holding you up. It’s no use, his muscles easily tank any blows you land.
Your air supply is on its last atoms, and you can feel your eyes rolling back and your body feeling heavier.
Is this really the end?
…
The intruder, whose intent isn’t to kill you, notices your slowed movement and he reacts fast, walking quickly and throwing you unceremoniously on top of your bed. You land on the mattress with a bounce, and you can finally, finally, breathe. You cough heavily and gasp desperately, the air filling your lungs like crystal spring water falling onto a flower on its last legs. Your hands gently wrap around the reddening skin on your neck as your breathing stabilizes and you’re no longer on the way to joining the angels above.
The masked intruder watches you with his arms crossed over his expansive and muscular chest as you catch your breath.
“Oops. My bad~” He thinks to himself, smirking deviously under his mask. “Guess I used a bit too much power. Considering the circles I work in, it’s easy to forget what holding back is.” He sees that your breathing is stabilized. “Well… phew, at least he’s… okay. Good.” His shoulders loosened of tension that he didn’t know was there. Only a little bit, though.
With you on a bed and with him looming above you, he sees a sight that he knew would set his blood on fire from the first time he saw you earlier today. But, seeing it in front of him rather than in his imagination? Shitttttt, it’s even better than anything his perverted mind could conjure. With you lying in front of him like a meal, his eyes darken in hunger. You’re a vulnerable little bunny; he’s the big bad wolf. You’re the unprotected prey; he’s the merciless predator.
With you on your stomach and unknowingly sticking your ass out like a ditsy hentai character as you recover to come back to the real world, he stares at your ass with ravenous hunger. Those cute green shorts are just begging to be ripped apart so he can shove his tongue inside of you and eat you out like a madman. Your hands that softly wrap your throat should instead be wrapped around his cock while he fucks your throat. Your cute boy scout shirt should be torn apart so he can flick your nipples with his fingers and tongue.
Fuck! His huge cock just gets harder and harder from the feast in front of him, as well as his dirty imagination. His erection is painfully hard, just begging to leave his constricting tactical pants so it can be inside of you instead.
And finally, before he was about to lay a finger on you, you started to move, prompting him to bring his hand down to see what you’d do, so he could decide how to react.
With air steadily coming in and out of your lungs and with enough strength to move, you muster the courage to get off your stomach and instead on your back, only having enough power in you to prop yourself up on your elbows.
Then for the first time, you see him.
The man whose eyes never left you finally meets your own.
…
Minus the muffled sounds of nighttime Akibahara coming from outside, it’s absolutely silent in your apartment as you and this… masked behemoth stare at each other in the unlit space.
Yes, behemoth is the right word to use to describe this man because… You’re sure you’ve never seen someone so imposing before in your life.
With his head almost touching the ceiling of your apartment, the colossal stranger stands with his arms crossed.
As your vision clears and gets less blurry, you can fully see just who this man is. Standing tall and strong at 6’5”, with large muscles all over his body that could crush skulls and stone, and a presence that screams, “Don’t fuck with me,” dark and menacingly, you instinctively shrink under him and feel yourself tremble from fear and uncertainty (which he absolutely fucking loves).
A skull-patterned balaclava (... Ghost from Call of Duty?) covers the mystery man’s face, but you can see strong neck muscles that creep into the black mask. His outfit is fairly simple: a black t-shirt, black tactical pants, black tactical boots, and black tactical gloves, but it’s his body that completes the look and sends signals to anyone that he’s a threat.
Tightly fitting around herculean arms and shoulders, an expansive chest, thick and meaty thighs ready to choke, and large and powerful hands capable of who knows what, his outfit hugs his masculine and powerful body as he stands menacingly above you. And though it’s dark, you can see a fair amount of body hair covering the man’s skin, a testament to the sheer amounts of testosterone that must flow through his veins.
Now, after seeing who it was that was able to easily manhandle you into your apartment with no problem at all. You tremble evermore, and if you didn’t relieve yourself earlier, you probably would’ve ended up even pissing yourself on your bed. It was one thing to experience it, but now to see the man who did it... You know you can’t fight him; it’d be impossible to beat him or outsmart him. You can’t scream, your voice is basically non-existent from the fear that plagues your body and mind. And you can’t even call Yuji for help… hold on.
Call…
Wait, your phone!
You hurriedly fumble in your pockets for your phone and... nothing. Next, your hands reach around your body for your bag…
It’s not anywhere near you.
But…
What? That doesn’t make sense. It was literally hanging from your shoulder when you were about to walk in-
“M.C., huh? Cute name…”
…
What…?
A deep voice, deeper than the Ninth Circle of Hell from Dante’s Inferno but somehow just as cold, breaks the silence and makes you pause your movements.
But it wasn’t just the man’s bassy timbre that shocked you; it was the fact that his name left his covered lips. It was muffled and said with a tone that sounded inquisitive and hungry(?), but that was definitely your name.
Your confusion and fear make you look back at the stranger, and that’s when you see it.
On the floor lies your bag unzipped and emptied, and in his hand, between his fingers, is your ID. Scattered on the floor, you see your books, your water bottle, your wallet, and… your phone!
But you’re far too afraid to even try jumping towards it. Besides, he’d probably just kill you if you did move out of your spot.
He must have somehow separated your bag from you while he carried you inside. But… both of his arms were busy making sure you couldn’t breathe or struggle… how did he do it? It seems like he is as fast as he is strong.
After reading everything on your ID, from your name to your address to your birth date to your birthplace, he simply drops it to the floor and looks back at you with those piercing eyes that stun you with his gaze alone.
And then, that’s when you see it.
And you… you… don’t know what to think.
It was dark, and it took some time before your vision got back to normal and fully adjusted to the dark space, but as you assessed the man, who basically had your life in his hands, your eyes drifted downwards, and that’s when you saw something in his pants.
With the context of the situation and how it seems like you may very well die tonight, you immediately think it’s the gun that he’s going to use to shoot a bullet straight through your heart. Said heart races quickly in fear until you realize, guns don’t move.
Huh?
Guns don’t move or bounce in people’s pants yet, in this stranger’s pants, there’s something undeniably huge, thick, and throbbing in front-
…
Oh.
Oh.
You didn’t think it at first. Why would you? A masked stranger drags you into your apartment and almost chokes you to death; of COURSE, you’d think he was carrying something like a gun!
But… the thing in his pants… huge, thick, throbbing, and almost threatening to break through the zipper is this masked stranger’s cock.
…
You couldn’t make it up even if you tried. But you’ve checked out enough guys, read and watched enough porn, and spent enough nights in bed with Yuji to recognize a hard cock when you see one.
And that’s when the dots connect, and it all makes sense.
He didn’t come here to kill you; he clearly could’ve done that earlier with ease. He didn’t come here to rob you or steal anything; all of your belongings and important things are on the floor and he doesn’t care in the slightest.
He’s here to take you.
To claim you.
To fuck you.
…
Holy shit, he’s here to fuck you.
He stalked you, watched your every move, waited for the perfect moment for you to be alone, and broke into your own fucking home because… he wanted to fuck you.
You don’t even know how long he stalked you. Despite how huge he is, you never saw him once, and you don’t know when he first spotted you.
A shiver, in your already trembling body, runs down your spine from not knowing how he managed to evade you or how long he was watching you.
But before you can think or move.
He begins to undress.
…
Oh God, he’s actually undressing himself with his gloves already on the floor.
You thought it was a crazy conclusion to come to, and that maybe there was some other reason this man broke into your home and had an erection, but seeing him actually undress really hit home what was going down.
So then, with your deduction being correct and all… why aren’t you doing anything?
…
Knowing your eyes are fully on him, the man smirks confidently under his mask and slowly tugs his tight-fitting black t-shirt up by the hem, revealing the powerful body that was, in all honesty, not exactly hidden at all. His movements, despite his hulking body, are fluid and smooth, intent on making this not just a private show, but an experience.
First, the curtains pull up to reveal his carved-by-the-gods Adonis belt, his strong 8-pack abs, his well-defined obliques, and his tapered waist. As the hem of his shirt goes higher, you can’t help but hone in on his treasure trail, the attractively masculine body hair leading down into his pants.
Despite how earlier you were genuinely fearing for your life, you can’t help but gulp. Not from fear, but from something… else.
…
This is genuinely so fucked up. Not just that, this is fucking illegal.
This man stalked you. He followed you for God knows how long, broke into your house, and almost fucking killed you, all in the name of getting inside of your pants. And here he is, stripping like he’s done this a million fucking times! This is not normal behaviour, and you should run outside and scream for help!
So then, and once again, why aren’t you doing anything?
Either unaware or uncaring about what’s going on in your mind, the masked man easily grabs your attention back by finally (finally?) lifting his shirt over his head and letting it drop to the floor, his mask still covering his face and hair.
…
God, this man is a fucking tank. With the widest and broadest shoulders you’ve ever seen, huge and meaty pecs that you could grab onto and shove your face between (What? Why are you thinking that?), and muscular arms that some men can only dream of and never achieve, this man is the absolute epitome of male excellence and manhood.
He rolls his shoulders and rolls around his neck, loosening his body a bit, and in the process of him doing so, you just stare in awe at his muscular and godly body in motion.
Seeing your gaping mouth and hypnotized expression (you’re painfully unaware of how you look), the man lets out a deep chuckle as he flexes his arms and abs, just to really make you see who you’re dealing with.
Fuck… fuck fuck fuck FUCK!
Again, this is fucked up! Fucked. Up!
But that doesn’t change the fact that your heart is racing. Well, it’s been racing ever since he broke into your house, but it’s starting to become impossible to deny that it’s probably racing for a different reason now. You’re still afraid, of course you are; however, your body does feel warmer now…
After letting you get a good look at his upper bod, the intruder turns around and gives you a view of his gladiator’s back. Expansive, broad, and full of defined and strong muscles, it’s like he has wings. But he’s no angel, if that wasn’t obvious enough. He then bends down, giving you a damn good view of his firm, athletic ass to undo his boots before shrugging them off as well as his socks.
Now, he stands in front of you in just his tactical pants, his huge boner still throbbing in his pants, NEEDING to be free.
By this point, you’re aware that you’re turned on. You shouldn’t be, though. Arousal is the last feeling you should be feeling for a home invader, but… despite the fear, despite the soreness you feel around your neck, and despite the fact that this man could still very much so switch up and kill you on the spot, a dark and twisted hidden part of your heart loves everything about this. The danger, his overwhelming strength, his anonymity, the home invasion, and the fact that your life is in his hands… the twitching bulge in your shorts says everything that needs to be said.
Your fear is genuine, no doubt about that. But so is the arousal. Two things can be true. And soon enough, you continue to tremble, but less so in fear and more so in fucked up anticipation.
And he notices it immediately. Of course he does, he catches on to everything with those sharp eyes of his. That tent in your green camper boy shorts that grows harder, thicker, and bigger? He looks at it with dark hunger. Your nipples that harden and poke through your shirt? He just wants to bite them as he finger fucks you into the afterlife.
This is all so fucked up. But the most fucked up thing about all of this? He knew you’d want this, that you’d want him. Throughout his life, he had to learn how to get a good read on people, even with nothing to go on. But when he was watching you in that shop, looking at perverted gay shit with red cheeks and darkened eyes, he knew he’d get what he wanted then. Sure, you were a little scared at the start, well, more like very scared, but he knew he wouldn’t have to try too hard to get you on board.
And he’s right to think so. You are a pervert. A slutty guy who’ll spread his legs for any man if he’s hot and gets you hard as a rock.
By this point, lust and curiosity are winning over logic and safety in your mind, and you’re more concerned with wanting to see (and touch… nah, no need to do that parentheses shit anymore) and touch what’s in his pants rather than being concerned for your life.
And he sees the curiosity and hunger in your eyes. He can feel your hunger as you look at his throbbing boner, and he can be generous when he wants to be!
And so, he finally fucking brings his hand to the waistband of his pants, grabs the zipper and sensually pulls it down, the sound teasing you to the edge of insanity because you just want to see his fucking cock already.
The zipper goes down and down, but thankfully, the phrase “Everything comes to an end” finally has a positive reason to ring true.
But… holy shit.
Holy shit.
When his zipper came down, you expected his dick to be covered by a layer of underwear.
But no, he was going commando.
You’re first blessed with the sight of his black bush peeking out, connected sexily to his treasure trail. But his cock is still hidden in his pants, with you only being able to see the base of it. And fuck, you can already see how thick it is.
Then, as if he can sense your growing impatience and hunger, he shoves his hand down, grabs the base of his cock, and finally, takes it out.
Looking straight at you with his cock in his hand, he jerks it off slowly, doing it for you just as much as it is for him.
Time stopped, for you at least.
That… is more than a big dick. This masked stranger was keeping a fucking magnum in his pants! Standing straight and tall at 12 inches and as thick as a goddamn magnum, his huge cock is the epitome of a hyperdominant, high-quality man blessed with the best of genetics. Throbbing and pulsating in his hand, his huge cock heavily leaks strings of precum on your floor as he slowly jerks himself off, perhaps letting the tiny bits of pleasure keep him going insane and devouring you too fast. And his balls… his huge cum-filled balls are the perfect side-piece to accompany his large cock, and they’re just waiting to unload his hot, creamy jizz all over your skin, in your mouth, and in your asshole.
The shock slowly fades away and is quickly taken over by your ever-present and powerful hunger, and if the ravenous look in your eyes wasn’t enough to go by, the drool coming out of your open mouth for sure was.
That cock… was made to be sucked, licked, and worshiped by many guys' mouths all at once; it deserves that just for existing, he deserves that just for existing.
His dry jerking slowly turns into wet gliding as his pre-cum slicks his cock, lubricates it and coats it in his own personal flavour.
Taking the hunger in your eyes as permission, and with his own hunger and impatience threatening to make him implode, your unnamed stalker keeps his pants on and closes the distance between you two. He wasn’t too far from where he threw you, and his long legs only require him to take a few small steps, but perception makes him look larger and larger as he gets closer to you. The familiar fear creeps up your spine as your stalker gets closer, but the way his huge cock throbs and his balls bounce as he walks immediately makes the arousal you feel overpower the fear once again.
Soon enough, you have to look straight up, as the herculean man towers over you and covers you entirely in his shadow. From here, you see the colour of his eyes. A vibrant green. You didn’t know what to expect, but green wasn’t going to be your first guess.
It’s funny. For some reason, being able to finally see the colour of your stalker’s eyes made a weird and very tiny sense of calm wash over you. It’s almost like seeing his eyes up close made you remember that he’s human, just like you, not some monster from another realm. Sure, he’s still a stalker, a home invader, and he did almost suffocate you to death (none of which is okay, of course!), but knowing he’s a man just like you makes your guard go down… only a little bit.
When you first saw him, when he was a bit further away, he was absolutely terrifying. Standing still as he watched you like some sleep paralysis demon, you felt nothing but fear. But now, as he looms over you from the foot of your bed, shirtless and panting from impatient lust and with his huge, throbbing cock leaking hot, sticky precum on your clothed ankle… lust and hunger are now what cloud your mind.
And so, while you’re still feeling enough fear to not be able to form a sentence… You spread your legs, a submissive and silent answer telling your masked stalker what he’s been needing to hear, even if silently.
“I want you.”
Your message was unspoken yet loud and clear, and the man above you grins lecherously under his mask as he descends slowly, planting his knees on the floor and putting his masked face dangerously close to your twitching bulge.
Now that he’s close to you, you can hear the impatient and muffled huffs of air from under his mask, a message without words of his desire to dig in.
“... You’re so fucked, M.C.”
Speaking for the second time tonight, his deep and ominous voice sends shivers down your spine, and you feel your toes and fingers curl in anticipation and fear.
And he immediately gets to work, putting his hands on you for the second time tonight, but this time with different intentions.
You look at his big hands as he grabs the waistband of your green shorts. You look at them, waiting for him to unbutton your shorts and to pull the zipper down before-
RIIIIIIP
All you can do is gasp in pure shock as he, with absolute ease, rips your shorts apart with his hands, making the button pop out and leaving the zipper in ruins. He did it with zero consideration and hesitation, only caring about getting to his prize and leaving decorum at the door.
Maybe you’ve gotten used to how, even if Yuji turns into a beast in the bedroom, he knows you like to look cute, so he ruins you instead of your clothes. But this stranger, who knows nothing about you, couldn’t care less.
Hearing your shocked gasp, all he does is chuckle before roughly pulling your ruined shorts down your legs, leaving red marks as the fabric scratches against your skin. Next, he grabs your shirt, his hands gripping the fabric above your chest, and before you can even plead for him not to do it, he’s way too fast and tears it apart as well. The buttons pop out, bouncing onto the bed, the floor, or even off the stranger’s body.
Now, you lie before him with the smooth, soft skin of your torso fully exposed. Your lean form is like the sweetest dessert for his hungry eyes. Your cute waist, your defined muscles, your pecs that he wants to grab and squeeze as he fucks you from behind. God, he knew your body was sexy from afar, but up close? The sight makes his cock leak more precum on you and the bed.
And the way your thick cock twitches in your green boxers as you look at him with those angry, afraid, and aroused eyes… fuck, that’s hot.
…
Even if you’re afraid… ugh, that costume wasn’t cheap!
“I… liked those clothes…”
…
Your first words of the night, and you’re whining over your clothes? Fair enough, they cost money, and you spent a fair amount of time getting ready this morning.
But what does the intruder do? You hear him laugh to himself as he shrugs his shoulders without a care in the world. He shakes his head and raises his hands as if to say, “Eh, what can ya do?”
It did annoy you, but you have to admit that uncaring, disrespectful, and only caring about his desires type of attitude… it does make your dick throb in your boxers. His selfish and rude act is hot; you can’t lie to yourself.
Seeing the angry look in your eyes, he rolls his own eyes as he grabs your boxers. But this time, he yanks them down instead of ripping them in two… which he can easily do! He just… wants those hungry eyes of yours back. He doesn’t care if you’re mad… he just wants you to get back to focusing on him instead of your stupid clothes, that’s all. C’mon… look at him like you were before, alright?
Shaking your boxers away from your feet, he tosses them behind him. He looks up and down your finally exposed body, and fuck… Yeah, stalking you all day and breaking into your house was sooooo fucking worth it. The sight alone makes everything illegal that he did make potential jail time worth it… not that he’d ever let himself get caught.
His gaze journeys over your exposed body. Save for the torn brown shirt you still wear by the sleeves and your knee-high socks and sneakers that he tastefully decided to leave alone, you’re fully exposed and already looking like a wet dream. The cute boy scout wasn’t careful enough in the forest, and a dangerous man got his hands on him and is ready to ruin him. But the boy scout isn’t as innocent as one’s eyes may lead them to believe.
His eyes finish their journey down below, as he hungrily stares at your cutely throbbing cock. From fear and arousal, your thick rod leaks pre-cum down itself, but also leaves clear, sticky splotches when it thuds against your stomach. He can feel saliva pooling in his mouth from the sight of your hard cock, and fuck, he swears his huge cock is getting ever harder, if that’s even possible. He’s fucked countless guys in bedrooms, cars, clubs, and dark alleyways, but your cock ignites a fire in him that lights his desire a burning blue flame.
As delicious as the sexual tension and anticipation are, he’s tired of waiting. He stalked you all day just to ruin you in bed, and god fucking damn it, now that he has you where he wants you. There’s no other path than forward.
And finally, he descends once more.
He plants his hands on your Adonis belt and brings his face close to your twitching cock.
It’s so fucking sexy up close, so hard and wet just for him…
But with his mask in the way, he cannot do much.
So, making your eye widen as he does so, he pulls his mask up from underneath, just high enough to reveal his mouth before stopping.
…
It may be dark, and you can only see his mouth and jawline, but you can just tell he is incredibly handsome. With a strong, masculine jawline that could cut diamonds, you can only imagine what the rest of his face looks like. But what catches your eye the most is the scar on the right side of his smirking lips. You do not know the story behind this stranger’s scar, but it adds a rugged charm to him.
He knows your eyes are stuck on the revealed part of his face, and he knows why. Even when he's still masked, he’s hot as fuck, simple as. Call him cocky, but considering the number of guys that beg for him to fuck them all night (which he happily does) and the fact that he could break into your house and wordlessly convince you to let him bang you, his cockiness is warranted.
But enough of how hot he is.
He’s done waiting.
And so, he brings his mouth down and wraps his hungry lips around your cock.
Immediately, your knees lift off the bed and your back arches in bliss.
With one of the stranger’s hands holding your hips down, you can’t move much, but to not move at all would be simply impossible.
He grips the thick base of your dick with his other hand, holding it in place as he does his dirtiest work on your cock with his lips and tongue
With the way he swirls his tongue on your tip rapidly, the way he spits on it before wrapping his lips around it once more, and his control of his strength and speed that makes sure you feel amazing, but that you also don’t cum immediately, it’s evident that he’s a master of his craft and has done this an infinite amount of times to countless lucky guys.
You moan pathetically to the ceiling as your cock feels the greatest sensations possible. The masked stranger’s big and hot mouth is wet and sloppy heaven, and he doesn’t plan on letting you catch a fucking break tonight.
He moans deeply and dominantly as he absolutely revels in the taste of your pre-cum and skin, but also how perfect your cock feels in his mouth. Your smooth and wet cock melted perfectly in his mouth, and he’s determined to make you see fucking stars.
As he bobs his head up and down your cock, he notices in his peripheral vision, your hands going up to timidly hover above his head, hesitant to hold onto his masked head. Now that’s cute, he thinks. It’s in a man’s nature to want to, to need to grip someone’s hair as they suck you off. He can’t blame you, God knows he fucking loves gripping with white knuckles the hair of every guy he face fucks to unconsciousness. But it seems like you’re scared of doing something that might piss him off. Cute, but he definitely doesn’t mind the idea of you holding onto him as he slobbers all over your dick. In fact, he wants you to touch him. Therefore, while he still sucks your cock like a champ, he uses his hand that was on your hip to put your hands on his masked head. You do jump in shock, making your cock go deep in his throat (which he fucking loves), but now that you know you have his approval, you tightly hold onto his head as he sucks you off.
“Now that’s more like it~” He thinks to himself, mentally smirking.
With that, he decides to take his cock worship up a notch. Unwrapping his hand from the base, he plants his hands firmly on your hips. Next, with your cock still in his mouth, he directly angles his face straight above your cock and before you know it or have time to react, he SLAMS his face down, taking your entire cock, balls-deep into his mouth with his nose burying itself into your bush.
“A-Aaaahhhhh!!!~~~~....”
You moan to the sky, in shocked jubilee and pleasure, while he moans deeply in satisfaction in response to your noise, but also how all of you felt in his mouth. You feel nothing but hot and slippery heat, and it’s nothing short of life-changingly lewd and divine. You and he stay like for just a few seconds, with him wanting to let you enjoy just being inside of his mouth and feeling the heat.
But as soon as those seconds end, he takes it up a notch once more.
And this time, he bobs his head up and down, fast and hard, deep-throating you in the process. And you fucking moan like a pathetic little bitch as he does so, and he fucking loves it. He deep-throats your cock and he moans deeply from how fucking hot this is, from how fucking hot you and your cute moans are. His moans just add another insane layer of pleasure as his bassy timbre sends vibrations and hums that reverberate all over your cock.
But that’s not all he does to your poor cock, of course it isn’t.
It’s a common thing for guys to tell you, “Don’t use your teeth” when you're sucking cock. But this stranger is clearly anything but an inexperienced amateur at sucking cock. If one knows what he’s doing, the teeth are just another tool you can use to make a man scream to the angels above.
And so, with his expertise, as he deep-throats you, he uses his teeth with the perfect amount of strength to let them grind against your tip and the body of your cock as he goes up and down, and you see nothing but flashing lights as you grip his mask with whitening knuckles and a higher pitch in your moans and whimpers. His teeth add a new level of pressure and friction that perfectly accompany his wet heat, his pearly whites making your body twitch, jolt, and shiver as they gently scratch up and down.
For a few minutes more, he loves on your cock and worships it like a deity.
There’s something so insanely hot and right about a big and masculine man like him worshipping his bottom’s cock like this. Sure, he’s the one on his knees, but he’s the one making you cry to the ceiling and writhe in euphoria. He might be on his knees and sucking your dick, but he’s completely in control of your pleasure and body, and that’s just how he likes it.
Soon enough, the inevitable begins to manifest in the pit of your stomach and in the base of your cock.
This man, whoever the fuck he is, is a goddamn beast in the bedroom, and you already got that message from how he uses his mouth on your cock. Just what else is he capable of…?
He doesn’t slow down, not once. He just slobbers, deep-throats, and licks as he moans in response to your noises. But a man of many experiences such as himself knows when his bottom is about to cum his brains out, not needing any words to be spoken. He notices it in the way your voice cracks yet rises in pitch. He notices it from how your body trembles just a bit more now. He notices it from how your grip on his mask tightens even more.
And he’s so fucking ready for it all. To hear the noises you make as you crash over the edge. To see how your body will react once the first wave of orgasm washes over it. Will you tremble? Will you go still? What will you fucking do? He stalked you, broke into your apartment, and almost killed you (accidentally. he’ll die on that hill), for this moment. To see you cum and feel your hips stiffen in his hands, he’s impatient and hungry for it.
So, he takes everything to the maximum.
He goes from 1000 to 100,000.
Everything he was already doing, he somehow goes even harder, even faster.
The naughtiest and most erotic of noises resonate throughout your apartment: his and your moans, while different in pitch, mix perfectly like a lewd duet, sloppy and wet suction noises from down below do so much to tell the ears what he’s doing to you, and he rubs circles roughly in your hips, the friction providing just another layer of sensations to your already blissfully overwhelmed body.
Maybe because you’re still feeling somewhat shy and reserved (as much as one can be while getting his cocked deep-throated by his stalker), you don’t tell him you’re about to cum with words. Rather, you fully commit to saying it with your actions. The grip on his mask, your hips trembling and trying so hard to thrust into his mouth, and your cracking voice, he gets the message loud and clear and pats your hips in affirmation and approval, as if to say, “Go ahead.”
His expert tongue.
His hot and slippery mouth.
His teeth that perfectly scrape you.
His deep and seductive voice that drips with venom and sex.
It’s too much.
The buildup is nothing but exhilarating, like the moment of anticipation on a rollercoaster before the big drop.
And before you know it, you fall, hard and fast.
…
With your eyes rolled back and your moans reverberating throughout your apartment, you feel like you're in your final moments of life, about to meet the angels or the devils.
As soon as the first wave of orgasm hits your body, your stalker, fast as always, releases his hands from your hips, no longer pinning them to the bed. Immediately, your hips fly up and thrust straight into his mouth as you begin shooting your first ropes of fresh, creamy cum. With a thick and big cock like yours and him taking you balls-deep, you don’t just cum in his mouth, you cum straight down his throat, and he takes all of your white cream like a champ, swallowing it eagerly.
Feeling his warm walls wrap around your cock entirely as your cock pulses and throbs as it shoots and shoots and shoots is nothing short of amazing on ungodly levels. Your hips stay still like stone, the pleasure making you go stiff as you moan like a brainless whore.
Your flavour, the one that is unique to you, and only you, makes your stalker close his eyes in pleasure as his taste buds sing in perverted glee. Sure, you were cumming straight down his throat, but because he’s just that fucking good, he made you cum so much that some of it ends up flooding his mouth anyway.
Wanting to see the way your cock erupts with semen, he reluctantly pulls away, your cock leaving his mouth smoothly and satisfyingly.
And immediately, a few ropes splurt onto his face, covering the skull pattern on his mask, his jaw, and his scarred lips.
“God, that’s so fucking hot…”
Somehow, even though he deep-throated you, took you balls-deep, and had you cum down his throat, his voice remains smooth and deep, like honey on leather.
He licks his lips clean as he watches your orgasm inflict its damage on you. For a few more seconds, you cum on your stomach, his mask, and his neck, painting them all a non-angelic white, and he just watches you with this sinister and satisfied grin, his handsome smile shining in the dark.
But soon enough, your hips plop unceremoniously back onto the bed, and you’re reduced to a sweaty, panting mess with your cock weakly splurting out the remainder of your orgasm on your stomach.
After a few more seconds, your vision clears, and you look at the man who just made your cum your brains out. He keeps that handsome grin, clearly being satisfied with himself and what he did to you.
Seeing that you’re somewhat back in the present moment, he moves his face to your stomach, and he smells the scent of your semen on your skin and how it naughtily mixes with the scent of your sweat and your Nivea body wash, creating an erotic scent that is personal to you.
Next, he dips down and licks up your cum that you splattered on yourself as you saw the stars. As he licks you with his lecherous and masterful tongue, he laps up your cum, dips it in your cute belly button, and licks the lines of your abdomen, sending pleasant shivers across your body that combine perfectly with the aftershocks of your orgasm.
Feeling a little bit closer to the man, you softly hold on to his mask once more, gently scratching his scalp as he does this naughty yet affectionate little act. It doesn’t go unnoticed by him, and he reciprocates your gesture by gently massaging your hips while he feels nice little shivers from your touch.
Yes, touch him more, that’s just what he wants and likes.
It is definitely not normal behaviour to massage the head of a man who stalked you and invaded your home because he wanted to sleep with you, but clearly, normalcy and thoughts of safety do not exist at the moment. And besides… if he were truly a selfish and evil man… he wouldn’t treat you like he’s treating you now. Sure, stalking and breaking into someone’s home is bad, but… worse things could’ve happened!
After licking your stomach clean, he moves up to your face, making your heart race as he does so.
Now, your face-to-face with him.
This is the man who stalked you for who knows how long, broke into your house and forced you inside, hung you from your neck with his arm, and didn’t hesitate to rip your clothes off your body.
But this is also the same man who made you see stars with his mouth and touched you so tenderly just now.
Now that he’s in front of you, your heart races faster once more, but not from fear. No, you just feel nervous because even though half of his face is covered, he is even more handsome up close. Such a handsome man… God, you’re such a fucking weakling. His sharp and strong jawline, his nonchalant smile, and that scar on his lips; he has this bad boy charm that makes your heart race and want to look away, but you also want to keep your eyes on him.
Up close, his green eyes look at you with that familiar lust, but it seems like he’s taking this time to study you up close as well. From your smooth skin to the way your eyelashes flutter to your beautiful eyes to your cute nose to your soft lips that just beg to be kissed, you were just begging for him to follow you to the end of the world.
With a face like yours, it’s basically your fault that he did all of this.
A few more seconds of mutual attraction pass by; it’s dark and silent, yet the words flowing in both your minds do enough to make up for the quietness in your apartment.
But as he stares at your lips once more, a perverted idea graces his mind, and his right hand gets to work while he props himself above you with his left elbow resting near your head. With his hand, he puts his pointer and middle finger into your mouth, opening your mouth by separating his fingers like scissors.
You don’t know what he plans to do, but by this point, you at least know he doesn’t want to kill you and wants to make sure you both have a good time tonight, so you let him do whatever it is he has planned. With your eyes looking at him softly, signalling your approval, you let your hands grip the waistband of his unzipped tactical pants in his anticipation, and enjoy the warm feeling of his huge cock leaking pre-cum on your stomach.
Seeing the look in your eyes, that gives him all he needs to proceed to the next act of the night.
With you looking at him as his fingers keep your mouth wide open by your teeth, he brings his mouth closer to yours, but he stops right above you. But before you can look at him in confusion, you see his mouth move a bit before he opens and sticks his tongue out.
Dripping down his tongue is a cloudy and bubbly mixture of his saliva and your cum that he lapped up. The lewd manmade mixture travels down his tongue before dripping down and landing directly onto your own, and the experience is nothing but exhilarating and pervertedly thrilling.
This is something you’ve only seen in gay hentai manga panels, but to experience something so dirty and filthy and with some stranger on top of that, it’s so lecherous and disgusting, but you fucking love it.
Your DNA mixes with his own to create a combination of flavours that is unique and personal to only the two of you. Your cum and its thick, deep, and masculine flavour combine with the sticky and neutral taste of his saliva to create an all-man concoction that makes you moan lewdly as the flavour spreads around your mouth.
And what does he do while he stares at you? He just wears that hot as fuck smirk once again as you moan like a whore with the cloudy mixture pooling in your mouth.
“You’re such a goddamn fucking whore, huh? You fucking like that shit?” His voice, finally clear and no longer muffled, is laced with venom and sex as he talks dirty to you. “The little boy scout getting ruined and exposed the dark side by the dangerous man and turning into a brain-dead, cum-drunk whore… An innocent boy no longer…” He weaves this naughty, taboo scenario that only the filthiest of minds can think of, but considering the context and circumstances, it feels so right. “That was all a lie, though. Underneath the preppy outfit was a dirty little soul, waiting for the right man to take his false innocence and boyhood. But you don’t have to wait anymore…” His voice lowers to a dark whisper. “I’m here. And you’re mine for the night, yeah?” The stranger looks straight into your eyes, as if he dares you to defy him.
…
But you were never going to do that. Not when he tastes so good in your mouth, and not when he looks at you with the eyes of a predator about to sink his teeth into his prey.
And so, with your eyes looking at him with submissive hunger and your pried open mouth letting out a pathetic attempt at an “Mhm…”, the man grins ferally with his eyes lighting on fire.
“Yeah, that’s right. You’re. Fucking. Mine.”
With his fiery eyes, he takes his hands out of your mouth and finally plants his lips on yours, immediately initiating a hungry and laced-with-hormones kiss. Your eyes widen from how fast he is, but your hunger matches his, and you quickly wrap your arms around his neck, eagerly reciprocating his fire.
Feeling your lips kissing him back and your arms around him makes your stalker grin with perverted happiness. Yes… yes! Touch him some more! He fucking needs more of your touch! He comes down and squeezes your body satisfyingly under his weight. With your bodies closer than ever, he shoves his tongue deep inside your mouth, licking every possible area that he can. He savours the taste of his spit and your cum coming back to him, and the mixture froths and bubbles as it swishes around your mouths as he swirls his tongue around your own, in an act of utter dominance.
You're completely under his spell, submitting to his oppressive and hypermasculine dominance instantly. His large body covers yours completely, and it feels so right. His heat, his sweat, his body hair, the feeling of his strong muscles, everything feels so perfect against your skin, and you just can’t help but want to feel more and see more of him.
His kiss is nothing short of perfect. It’s messy, sure, but everything is done masterfully with the way his lips kiss yours at the right time and the way his tongue grazes every area perfectly and makes you shiver. His mastery of using his mouth alone to make you once again crumble to dust underneath him is a testament to how many nights of debauchery this man has experienced in his life. But his thousands of hours spent in other guys' mouths and holes don’t fucking compare to this. Your body just responds to his touches and fits against his own so perfectly.
With his lips still claiming your mouth as his own, he uses his right hand to swipe all over his neck, slathering it in your semen that you shot all over his neck earlier. And with impatience and a need to hear you scream into his mouth, he immediately SHOVES three fingers deep past your tight ring of muscle and straight into your asshole.
“Hngh!? A-a-aaANGH!~”
You immediately see nothing but flashing white lights that blur your vision when his huge and thick fingers invade your body. Your whole body shakes and your hole tightens immediately around his fingers as you recover from the shock, but his strong fingers fight against the tightening of your inner walls, forcing them back open and stretching you relentlessly and mercilessly.
Feeling and hearing your scream getting muffled by his lips on yours makes him smirk into the kiss and just put more strength and speed into opening up your asshole. Your tight and warm walls feel like heaven on the skin of his fingers, and his huge dick throbs from just imagining how you’ll feel around him as he shoves his monster inside of you.
Is he being more than a little rough on you? Oh, definitely. But for you to be able to take in his fat cock, he needs to stretch you and open you up good and hard.
Could he be a little bit more gentle and slow in the process, sweetly scissoring his fingers and whispering kind yet naughty words of praise and encouragement as he opens you up? Sure, but he’s impatient and wants to shove his dick inside of you already. If being rough and shoving his fingers in and out of you and jamming them against all sides of your walls means him being able to fucking you faster, so fucking be it.
And besides, it seems like your hole can handle the rough treatment… with the way your hole stretches and loosens nicely despite his force.
He pulls his lips away from yours, to your disappointment, as he looks you straight in the eyes and speaks in that hypnotizingly deep voice of his.
“It seems like you get fucked on the regular, huh? You Dirty. Little. WHORE.” He accompanied those three words with a hard jab to your prostate, making you cry out like a pathetic bitch. “Was it that guy you were with all day? The boy in the stupid little hero costume?” His voice took on a darker and rougher edge as he continued to speak and finger fuck you. “The one you kept laughing and smiling and acting like a damn fool with? Is he the one that fucked your hole into being so tight yet loose for me?” You can’t even respond with how hard and fast his fingers blitz into you.
But all of a sudden, as fast as it started, he just stopped immediately and pulled his slick fingers out of your ass, with the only sound in the room being your pathetic panting and whimpers.
Then, he brought his lips close to your right ear, his warm breath making you want to curl up from the shivers that spread throughout your body.
“Well, I’m gonna make you forget him. I’m gonna make you forget everything that happened to your body before I found you.” His voice is ominous and dark from his territorial declaration. “I’m going to make sure I overwrite everything. Every touch, every kiss, every time you got fucked, I’ll make sure you forget it all and only remember and crave my touch.” He chuckles darkly. “Even if we aren’t together, the only thing you can think of will be my cock. That’s not a promise, but a fucking guarantee.”
He pulls away to look you head-on with his vibrant green eyes.
“You’re. Fucking. Mine now.”
With that, he settles back on top of you, his hips against your own, and spreads your thighs far apart with his own, getting you both in missionary.
“Now that I found you… I will never let you go. I will never let you forget me.” He lines up the fat head of his cock against your wet hole, making your heart race from lust from his words and imminent invasion. “If I have to force myself into every aspect of your life, I’ll do it. If I have to travel the world just to be able to see you and fuck you, I’ll do it…”
And finally, the air goes still, and the darkness grows yet darker as he speaks his final words before he starts.
“You’re mine, M.C., forever.”
And with no warning, he shoves his huge cock straight inside of you, making you cry to the ceiling.
But he’s not silent either, moaning deeply while his eyes are shut tight in bliss as he grins like a man who just won the damn Nobel Peace Prize. “Oh, fuuuuuuuuuck yeah!” His deep, pleasured bass surrounds you like an erotic auditory blanket. “You’re fucking so tight for me, boy… Just like I knew you would be…” He knew this would all be worth it, but he didn’t know just how good and tight and wet you would feel around him, and while he already meant what he said, this just solidified everything in stone. He will never let you or your tight ass go.
The harsh and relentless noise of flesh smashing into flesh echoes in your apartment as the masked intruder jackhammers his huge cock in and out of your asshole with no mercy or consideration for the safety of your body. But that’s fine, he knows you need to be fucked like this. It’s what you deserve for being so good for him. Rough and evil is your prize for the night, and he puts everything he has into his strong hips.
It should be agonizingly painful with the way he just forced his huge cock inside of you, and maybe there is pain, but you don’t notice anything other than the burning blue pleasure that scorches your entire body. His huge cock makes you feel full in the best way, feeling him claiming your deepest depths as his and nobody else's. And with the way his thick tip just punches and assaults and violates your sweet spot at an inhumanely fast and brutal pace, there’s nothing in this world that could distract your attention from the fiery pleasure you feel and the way the masked man moans and growls like a beast driven to his primal form.
When he fucks you, he goes balls-fucking-deep every single time he goes back in, only to take his cock out entirely and shove it all back in, making him and you sing your erotic duet. The way your moans echo in the apartment, accompanied by the relentless percussion of his huge cock slamming into your ass rapidly and powerfully, the headboard of your bed slamming into the wall, the rustling sheets underneath you, and your bed creaking and crying from the inhumane strength and speed this man puts into breeding you, your room is filled with nothing but the naughtiest sounds known to men.
As he fucks you and breeds you and pounds you and claims you, your room becomes a humid and steamy space. Sinfully adorned with notes of natural musk, sweat, and cum, your room is unforgiveably coated in a testosterone-abundant scent that’s unique to the two of you, and it’s the perfect perfume for the night.
Your bodies are slick with sheens of sweat that serve as evidence of how truly hard and fast he fucks into you. He can feel sweat dripping down his face and onto your face. The mask feels so unbearably hot and moist, but nothing matters more to him than fucking the life out of you in this moment and making your life's purpose become being his and only his.
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” His voice, once smooth like a bar of gold, has now become raspier and harsh as he pushes his body to the max as he fucks you like a beast. “You’re mine. You’re mine. You’re mine! YOU’RE FUCKING MINE!’ He emphasizes each declaration with powerful thrusts that genuinely make you lose your breath and feel light-headed, but he doesn’t stop.
His desperate yet commanding yells resonate in your empty mind as he breeds you brainless. At your emptiest, his words start to ring true, and maybe it’s because you’re being fucked to unconsciousness, but it’s almost like his words rewrite your brain.
You… are his.
You want to be his.
You want him to be your man.
You want your life to be in his hands.
You want him to be your master, your commander, your daddy, your boyfriend, your lover, and whatever else he may want to be.
As long as he promises to fuck you like this forever… his word is your scripture.
Soon enough, you both feel it, and it’s evident in the way his once powerful and merciless strikes inside you become a bit more clumsy and shaky, yet never losing their strength. It’s evident in how he can’t even speak anymore, just groaning and growling past gritted teeth like an animal as sweat drips down his handsome face. It’s evident in the way his hands, which are tangled in your hair, begin to slightly tremble in their white-knuckled grip.
You feel it forming in your stomach as he pounds your skin red and tender and your prostate past the irreversible. But it’s not slow at all. It’s not like a tsunami that grows larger and larger as it gets closer; he’s violating you way too fast and hard for something like that. This is a magnitude 10 earthquake, one that will be felt across your body at the highest intensity and will not leave you the same guy you once were. This man is a force of nature, and your body is just another of the many he has destroyed.
And something in you, just somehow, allows you to speak, if only for a few seconds. “I-I… A-A-AH~ I’m close! I’m so close!” You don’t know what to say since he’s still a nameless stranger to you. But that was more than enough for him.
“Yeah!? You’re gonna fucking cum, boy?!” He tries to smirk, but the pleasure is way too strong for him as you tighten your hot, wet walls around his cock, so his teeth remain gritted. “You’re gonna- A-AH, FUCK! You’re gonna shoot your jizz all over us? F-FUCKKKK~” He tried to keep his voice suave and composed at the start, but he’s just like you, a slave to the pleasure that’s about to reign beautiful terror all over your bodies. “I wanna see it… hah… I wanna see you fucking die in my arms as you cum your brains out… hah, SHIT!” The impending orgasm creeps even closer, taking his voice away temporarily.
His thrusts, shaky and clumsy, somehow, and perhaps this is something only a powerful man like him is capable of, pick up in speed, his hips slamming into you at a blindingly fast pace, his hips slamming into yours and sounding like a jackhammer digging into the ground. The amazingly agonizing pre-orgasm sensations begin to creep up his large cock, and his balls slam against your asscheeks, churning and churning with obscene amounts of cum, just giving the man another layer of pleasure that washes across his muscular, flexing body. All of his muscles are working overtime, flexed to the max and gleaming with sweat.
This is it.
This is fucking it.
This is what he wanted as soon as he saw you in that damn restaurant with your slutty little outfit.
This is the moment he did all of that fucked up shit for.
To see you fall apart from his cock.
To see your eyes fall back as you dance on the line of unconsciousness.
To see your face and hair get coated in your own cum.
To fill you up and watch your cute tummy bloat from the tip of his cock going deep as he breeds you with an endless amount of his warm, hot, and thick cum.
To truly claim you, body and soul, inside and out, forever and always.
Feeling the climax of the night approaching, he wraps his arms around your neck, surrounding you in his hot, sweaty embrace. With your body under his, your faces are almost buried in each other’s necks, and his broad back and shoulders are painted red with your scratches, and his hands are gripping your hair in desperation.
And there’s only one way to move.
Forward and off the edge of no return.
“FUCK FUCK FUCK! I’M GONNA CUM!!!” His voice booms in your ear. “FUCK, WE’RE CUMMING TOGETHER, BABE! COME ON!!! CUM CUM CUM CUM CUM CUM CUM CUMMMMM!!!!!!”
And finally, the climax comes.
And it’s a beautiful mess decorated with red, sweaty skin, endless strings of cloudy white, and eyes rolling back in ecstasy, euphoria, and bliss.
The masked man roars like a primal beast as the first and most powerful waves crash over his body. With one final, strong thrust, he buried himself inside you as balls-deep as humanly possible as the first bucketloads of cum erupted from his huge dick like a volcano. Just like his huge cock and fat balls, his hot, thick jizz full on floods your hole and insides almost instantly. He fills you with as much of his semen as possible, genuinely trying to breed you and knock you up, with such things as logic and biology not existing at the moment.
Your stomach, already bulging from his huge cock being deep inside you, feels a hot warmth spread inside as he claims ownership of you from deep inside, as it subtly bloats from him filling you up.
As he growls and pants as he holds as close and tight to him as he can as he breeds you, you weren’t even able to scream or moan as your vision blurred and got cloudy from the sheer pleasure crashing and washing over you like lava, water, and a landslide. Your eyes are shut tight, as you hug his head close to yours with your arms wrapped around his neck so tight that your elbows rest above the back of his neck. His mask roughly scratches the side of your face, but it hurts so good, and as he pants and groans near your ear, it just reminds you that you’re going through these amazing sensations and falling apart together.
Like a water gun, your cock splurts out ropes and ropes of cum that stick and get all over your stomachs as you hug each other close and rub on each other. Your tip feels even more pleasure as you shoot as it grinds against the masked man’s strong and defined abs, making your oversensitive member reach higher plateaus of pleasure.
Soon enough, there’s just no more space inside of you that can hold more of his cum, but he doesn’t take his cock out. You could offer him all the money in the world, and if you were some other guy, he’d take it out. But for you, nah, he’s staying inside of you until he decides when to pull out. As such, hot fresh semen begins to splurt out of your hole with sticky wet noises, getting all over his balls and sliding down your ass and onto the bedsheets below.
He holds you tight tenderly and territorially, the way you fit perfectly under him and in his embrace not going unnoticed despite the intense sensations doing its damage to his body.
One more minute of balls-deep breeding passes by before you both inevitably come back to Earth from the astral plane, and he immediately tiredly plops on top of you, initially taking your breath away as he crushes you under his weight, but you’re a strong man, you’ll be alright. And it’s comfortable under him, feeling protected under his strong, colossal body despite what he did to get you in bed.
You both pant heavily as your bodies glisten with sweat and semen, and the air around you is humid and hot with the strong, concentrated scent of said elements, but it’s all so perfect. The calm after the storm feels nice as your body loosens off all tension and feels safe and warm under his weight. His hands, once gripping your hair, now softly rub your scalp, his strong fingers making warm tingles spread across your body.
Soon enough, with your arms loosening around his neck, he lifts himself off of you, but just a bit; he could tell you love being under him. And he doesn’t take himself outside of you, his cock feeling way too snug and cozy inside. With uncharacteristically warm and satisfied eyes, the masked man comes close to your face and kisses your cheek tenderly, him humming affectionately as he does so.
“You alright?” His voice is tired yet playful. “Think you can… mmm, I don’t know, say something? He says, sort of awkwardly, as he plants a kiss on the other side of your face. “C’mon, M.C… talk to me?” This time, he plants a soft kiss on your lips, nibbling your bottom lip gently for a bit before separating to look at you with those green eyes.
After everything… You don’t feel anymore fear for the man. Sure, it’s insane, but he did fuck your brains out and... logic isn’t much of a real thing right now.
“I’m… I’m good, haha…” You laugh awkwardly, realizing this is your first time talking to the man while he isn't fucking you hard. “You’re… really good at… you know…” Your cheeks flush and you have to look away from him for a bit as some much due post-nut embarrassment sets in.
He chuckles deeply at your cute little display. “Yeah? I’ve just got lotsa experience, babyyy~” He says playfully. “You’re not the first one to tell me I’m a god in bed. I hear it alllll the time~” He softly nips one of your cheeks playfully with his lips as he brags about his bedroom prowess.
You chuckle shyly from his figuratively and literally playful lips. “I… hah… I believe you…”
From the way he fucked you hard and is basically amazing at everything he does, you’re sure he’s spent many nights in guys’ beds or wherever else. God… just what else can he do? What else has he done? Threesomes? Roleplay? Public sex? You name it, and you’re sure he’s probably done it.
He stares at you with his green eyes, and he smirks in pleasure as he feels the way your asshole suddenly tightens around balls-deep cock. “Mmm, did that turn you on, boy? Did you get a little hot thinking about all the things I might have done? Are you thinking of me doing different things and maybe even imagining me doing them with you?” His big dick, that never went soft even after such an orgasm, twitches inside of you, feeling your arousal igniting his own once more. “We can do whatever you want, baby… you’re mine now after all. My cock is allllllll yours. As well as my tongue and my muscles… and my voice… I’m yours just as much as you’re mine…” He whispers these possessive and hot words straight into your soul, and he licks the shell of your ear as he does so. “You wanna keep going, baby? I’m still sooooo fucking hard… and I can feel that you are too. Let’s keep going, baby? You know you wanna say yes…”
His deep and seductive voice lures you like a siren’s song to rejoin him in the depths. With his hot whispers that touch your soul, his thick cock twitching inside you, ready for more, and you simply not being satisfied with just two orgasms, your answer was already written in stone.
“Y-yeah… Yes, please… I want to do more with you…” Your voice is already losing that afterglow sweetness, and it lowers from arousal and anticipation. “Make me scream again…”
Just those few words, and the fire in his eyes burns blue once more.
With his cock throbbing inside of you, ready to go wild again, he lifts himself off of you, puts your legs over his shoulders and looks down at you with his ever-hot, perverted gaze.
“We’re gonna all fucking night, baby…”
Hours and hours pass with you both fucking like wild animals in heat early into the morning.
This masked wildman did things to your body that can never be taken back, not that you’d ever want to forget what he did. In fact, you just want him to do more and more things to you and make you feel even more things that you never thought were possible.
He fucked you on every possible surface. The floor, the couch, the bathroom counter, in front of the window, your little table, and even in front of your shelves of male figurines, their plastic eyes staring at you by the dozen as you get pounded in front of them.
He fucked you while standing up, bouncing you up and down his thick cock with his powerful arms and making you see stars as he impaled you over and over again before you inevitably shot cum all over his abs and chest.
He made you ride and bounce on his cock like a slutty cowboy while he sat on your couch with his arms resting behind his head, his biceps and shoulders flexing tantalizingly, and his armpit hair exposed sexily. After a few more amazing seconds, your cock shot cum all over his chest and his lips once more, with him licking his lips lustfully and groaning to the ceiling as he filled you once more with his excess semen dripping down his balls and onto the couch.
He made you ride his face while he lay on your bed with you holding onto the headboard for dear life, his masterful tongue digging deep inside of you and lapping up all the cum he blasted into you with perverted pleasure and jerking off his huge cock in the process. The feeling of his tongue going deep inside you as you grinded your ass on his face along with the feeling of the rough fabric of his mask rubbing and creating friction against your perineum made your body feel so hot and pleasured that it wasn’t long until you ended up your shooting cum all over his mask, your pillows and the headboard with him moaning in your asshole as he shot ropes of semen all over his abs and your back.
And finally, here you two are now, on the final act of the night, while actually being in the early hours of the morning.
He lies on your bed, his body exhausted, hot, and sweaty, but still passionate and engaged as you rest on top of him while he fucks you firm yet softly, very much aware that your candle is on its dying flame. Your mind is awake, but you’ve exhausted yourself by this point, resting your face in his sweaty neck and whimpering and whining softly.
His arms hold you close, one wrapped around your shoulders and the other hugging your lower back. He knows you’re on the brink of passing out from overexertion and exhaustion, but he wants to make you cum just one more time. He’s a greedy man as well, wanting you to cum just as much as he wants to himself.
And as he fucks you, he kisses the side of your head tenderly, and he whispers uncharacteristically sweet nothings to you that contrast with his earlier declarations and dirty talk. It’s so interesting how many sides this masked stranger has to him. He can be very rough, very scary, and very overpowering, which was nothing short of amazing and exhilarating. But he has shown that he can be sweet, playful, and charming… although something in you feels like he’s not used to showing that side of himself… but you really don’t have anything to go off except your gut feeling.
Soon enough, you feel your final orgasm coming, and he feels his as well, his hips going inside of you harder and faster, serving as an indication.
And soon enough, with a satisfied and tired groan coming out of his open lips and pleased whimper coming outside of you, he fills you up once more, his now-familiar warm cum making you feel claimed and satisfied.
Immediately after you cum, you just go limp on top of him with your face buried in his neck, his large and muscular body feeling like the perfect bed to rest on after such a strenuous and passionate night with him.
With you on top of him, he holds you close with one arm and scratches your hair affectionately as he catches his breath and looks up to the ceiling in satisfaction.
You’re exhausted, but you’re so, so satisfied. Feeling warm, full, and comfortable in the arms of this man whose name and face you still don’t know yet.
Though you’re tired and drained, you move just a little bit to be able to look at the side of this man’s face.
Feeling you shift around, he looks away from the ceiling to see you looking back at him, and you can hear him let out a deep and muffled chuckle from under his mask that he at some point put back over his mouth.
After spending such a passionate and fiery night with him, you want to see the face of the owner of those striking green eyes, that deep and seductive voice, and that huge fucking cock. But with the way he plays with your hair, the way his arm rubs your back, and the way his eyes look at you so warmly… You just feel yourself fall back into his neck and snuggle into him.
He’s no idiot; he could see from your tired yet exploring eyes that you want him to take off the mask. But… the right moment will come for you to see man underneath. Maybe when you’re not… about falling asleep because you two had sex all night. Yeah, that sounds right.
And besides.
“You’re mine, M.C. Don’t ever forget that. I’ll be with you again soon.”
His voice is warm and affectionate, yet firm and serious.
“I’ll meet you again in more normal circumstances, yeah?”
Your eyes slowly close, his deep voice lulling you to sleep.
“Good night, M.C. And uh… ahem… Happy Halloween…”
You don’t hear as he awkwardly laughs at himself and his words, his voice becoming more distant as the world of slumber beckons you.
But in your final moment of consciousness, you feel a familiar pair of lips kissing your hair.
And finally, you fall asleep in the warm embrace of a stranger whose name you don’t know but got acquainted with during a night of passion.
Feeling you go soft and warm in his arms, the masked man pulls his mask back down and closes his eyes as well, simply enjoying the feeling of you against him in this comfortable bed in this cozy little room that he… forced himself inside of, but whatever, that’s old news.
He feels the world of sleep calling him as well, and if he’s lucky enough, maybe he’ll see you there, and you'll be together even in another world.
…
bzzz bzzz
Peace, quiet, and warmth. That’s all this big guy needs to fall asleep…
bzzz bzzz
He smiles, feeling your firm yet soft muscles on his own in this comfortable embrace.
bzzz bzzz
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” He whisper yells as the incessant buzzing of your phone interrupts his attempt to fall asleep with you. He gently untangles himself from you, laying you gently down on the bed so you don’t wake up. “Of all fucking times to send messages, someone decides to fucking do it when it’s actually quiet. Fucking perfect.” He’s very fucking annoyed and tired.
Seeing your phone screen flashing on the spot where he emptied your bag, he sighs dramatically as he forces himself off the bed to turn the damn thing off so he can snuggle with his new boy and go the fuck to sleep.
He puts his cock back into his pants and pulls the zipper up as he walks to the damn thing, sighing like a tired dad. He bends down to pick up the device and looks at it with hatred.
And before he sees what the fuck is so important that someone has to text you at this ungodly hour, he yanks the mask off his head, the heat and wetness too irritating to ignore.
His wet and hot skin immediately sings in glee as the air washes over his face. His mid-length black hair falls handsomely like a movie shot, somehow still soft and smooth despite how sweaty he got. A satisfied sigh escapes his scarred lips as his face enjoys the air touching it.
But the bliss is only temporary as he looks back at your phone in his hand, and his scowl comes back.
“Alright, I’ll at least see what’s up.” He talks to himself in his head. “I’m sure it’s not important, so I’ll just turn his phone off, get back in bed, and… Oh, fuck.”
He turns off your phone and throws it on your bed before he quickly puts the rest of his clothes on.
Well, there goes his cozy night with his new boy.
📲💗
stupid: hi so idk if u r asleep but we’ll be done in like two ish hours
stupid: i’ll see u soon?
stupid: ok since ur not saying anything im gonna assume ur sleeping rn so i’ll be quiet when i come in
stupid: cya
📲💗
He’s tired, he’s exhausted, and he had to drink a lot of water so that he wasn’t too drunk to get on the metro and back to your place, but Yuji has a blissful puppy dog smile on his face as he walks up the stairs to your apartment.
“Heheeeee~ I had so much fun~” Well, he’s still a little whimsy from the drinks, but he’s mostly in control of himself, so it’s fine. “Time to snuggle with M.C.~ Time to hug him and cuddle with him and play with his hair~”
He sways on the way to your door, and he bends down to get the secret key that you hid under one of the nearby plants. Then, he inserts the key before noticing something weird. “Hmmm?~ His door is unlocked?” He tilts his head questioningly before shaking his head with disapproval. “Silly boy~ You have to lock your door because if you don’t… a bad guy might come in!” He laughs like a little boy at your silly little mistake. “But it’s okay… because I’m here~”
With that, Yuji opens the door and sees all the lights turned off.
“Mhm… so you are asleep… aw… but we could’ve played some games or watched movies or… heh… heheh, something else~ But that’s okay… I could go to sleep, I guess…”
He stumbles into the room and takes off his clothes as he walks to your bed.
Then he stops in his tracks as he notices something.
“Mmm… it smells nice in here… did he randomly decide to clean his room while I was having fun? Smells like fresh sheets and cleaner~”
He sees you snoozing under your sheets, snoring softly. “Aww… my cute bestie~ Were you lonely? Don’t worry… Yuji is here…”
He pulls up the blankets to sneak in before he notices something else.
“Ooh~ Your bedsheets smell so nice and clean! Um… did you really decide to clean your room and wash everything? On… Halloween? Were you really that bored without me? I’m so sorry… I’ll make it up to you…”
With that, he sneaks into your bed and immediately hugs you from behind, making you his little spoon.
He nuzzles his face against the back of your neck and wraps his arms around your waist. “Did you take a shower? You smell so nice, M.C.~ And I love when you wear this hoodie when you sleep, it’s like I’m hugging a huge pillow…” He closes his eyes as he cuddles your slumbering self.
“I’m sorry for leaving you alone… I’ll make it to you tomorrow?”
With that, he quickly falls asleep, his snores immediately echoing in your bedroom, but you got used to that shit ages ago.
He snuggles even closer to you in his sleep with his dick rubbing against your ass as he gets hard in his sleep.
But in both of your slumbers, you both are unaware of the cum that leaks out of your hole and soaks your underwear.
A little bit before Yuji's arrival
“For fuck’s sake, I could be fast asleep in bed with M.C. But noooooo, here I am fucking cleaning the scene of the crime.” He complains to himself as he washes your asleep body in the bathtub with your washed bedsheets in the dryer. “After some damn good sex, I want to rest too, you know? Tops deserve some care and relaxation too...” At this point, he’s just speaking nonsense as he rinses conditioner from your hair.
After a few minutes pass by, he puts the fresh and clean bedsheets over your mattress, and he puts you in some clean clothes before gently setting you down and pulling the blankets over you. He looks at you wistfully, desperately wanting to just deal with whatever punishment comes his way for breaking into your house just so he could hold you close and fall asleep. But alas, he’d rather not deal with Kento’s annoyed glare as he bails him out of a cell… again…
With you snuggled into the fresh sheets and snoring softly like an angel, he looks around the apartment and sighs once more when he sees the cumstains you and he left around the place. “If I knew someone was gonna come over, I would’ve just kept us on the bed all night… ugh, god damn it.”
And so, like some buff male version of Cinderella wearing a wrinkled t-shirt and cum-stained pants instead of an elegant ball gown, he scrubs every surface that had cum on it clean with the window open so the scent of sex can escape.
“Can’t believe I’m doing this shit. If the guys saw this, they’d never let me forget it…” He complains while he looks in your kitchen cabinet and finds what he’s looking for, a bottle of air freshener.
He sprays it around the place, for sure hiding the traces of the sexy, raunchy night the two of you had.
He closes his eyes in frustration as he remembers the fun night you two had and is being forced to say goodbye too soon. “Fuck my life, man.”
With that finished, he looks around your apartment and sighs in relief when he deems it perfectly clean of any evidence.
He picks up your phone once more and sighs when he realizes he doesn’t have much time before your friend is coming over.
He shoves his mask in his back pocket before walking over to your slumbering body quietly. He bends over, his face looming over yours. “I’m sorry I have to leave without saying goodbye, M.C… and… uh… sorry for stalking you and breaking into your house, but, hey, it all worked out, yeah?” He chuckles awkwardly before looking at your handsome, sleeping face. “I’ll see you again, trust me on that, okay?”
With that, he plants a tender kiss on your cheek. He never did this for anyone before; he’s not used to putting such tender gentleness into the things he does, but… with you, it just feels like the right thing to do.
Not wanting to say goodbye but being forced to do so, he walks to the door, turns off the lights and is about to walk out regrettably until he sees something…
Somehow going unnoticed by him as he cleaned your place like he was in The Big Comfy Couch or some shit, he spots your torn shorts and shirt that he pulled off you at different points throughout the night.
“... Hah… god fucking damn it.”
After grumbling to himself angrily the entire way back home, he’s finally back in the familiar, warmly-lit, golden and wooden elevator that’ll take him back to the palace in the sky.
As he ascends higher and higher to a world that only a few men can call home, he checks his phone.
He smirks to himself as he looks at his new home screen photo. Hidden by some app icons, but still perfectly visible, is your cum-covered torso. Your face is tastefully hidden, and your cock is hidden to maintain some anonymity and censorship, but now whenever he opens his phone, he has something to remind him of the boy he claimed as his own and how he made you a mess your first night together.
His smirk gets more arrogant as he sees messages from angry coworkers and fuck buddies begging for a taste of his cock. “Pfft, fucking losers.” He shoves his phone back into his pocket. He’ll deal with that shit later… maybe in two days or something.
Soon enough, the elevator lets out that familiar ding and the golden doors and he sighs with relief.
Stepping forward into the illustrious penthouse, he’s glad the long journey is done.
He’s back home, and he can finally go the fuck to slee-
“Toji. You’re back.” Giving him an unimpressed look, Sukuna stares at him from the couch. “I’m surprised, you usually never come home on nights like Halloween.” He looks down and sees the white cumstains on the front of Toji's black pants. “What? Your one-night-stand had to kick you out of his place, and you had to come home like an abandoned old dog? Now that’s fuckin’ hilarious~” He snickers to himself as he drinks some insanely expensive wine straight from the bottle.
“Ah, fuck off, man. At least I got laid.” He looks at the other couch and sees his handsome blond friend fast asleep, with multiple beer cans under his feet. “Seems like the big boss's guard dog was too busy keeping his boss safe all day and all night and couldn’t have any fun for himself… Now that’s fuckin’ hilarious~” He imitates Sukuna's little taunt with a jab of his own.
Sukuna simply rolls his eyes and chuckles before grabbing an unopened can of beer from the table. “Catch.” He throws it with expert precision, and Toji catches it and nods his head in gratitude before cracking it open and downing the liquid gold.
“Ahhh… that’s fuckin’ good.” A beer after hours of hard sex, there might not be anything better than that. Toji walks to the couch and immediately plops down next to Sukuna, sighing in relief that he can finally sit down and fucking relax. He looks back at the sleeping blond on the other couch. “Pfft, were the Halloween staff parties and evening galas that bad this time?”
“Fuck man, you have no idea…” Sukuna sighs tiredly. “All that damn corporate speak, thanking sponsors, and having to listen to a million speeches… it would’ve been more fun if you were there so we could at least have hit on some hotties together.” He fiddles with his outfit as he speaks. “At least I could spend one day out of that damn suit on the job. I guess Halloween’s good for one thing…”
Toji checks out his friend’s costume. “Deadpool? Really? Why the hell did you choose to dress up as Deadpool of all things?”
Sukuna shrugs. “Eh, Yuji was getting a buy two, spend less deal when he was ordering his Nightwing costume, so he offered to get me this thing. Looks hot though, yeah?” He flexes his arms in a cocky fashion.
Toji finishes his beer as he sees the black and red fabric from his friend’s big muscles. “Mmm, looks alright, I guess.” He says dismissively, but letting out a devious laugh as Sukuna hits his arm in annoyance.
Toji then nods his head in the direction of the passed-out CEO. “So, what exactly is he supposed to be? He looks like he's wearing… what he always wears.” Toji looks at his sleeping friend confusedly, wondering if he's actually wearing a costume or not.
Dressed handsomely in a green suit and a red tie, he looks… like he always does. He then looks back at Sukuna, who shrugs.
“See, Kento’s first mistake was asking a fucking otaku like Satoru of all people what he should wear for Halloween." He scratches his head as he tries to explain. "From what I remember… he’s supposed to be this dude named Loid from… uh… the Spy… um, Spy Kids? Ah fuck man, I don’t know, I honestly tuned the conversation as soon as his dumbass started talking. But what I do know is that the character is blond and wears a suit, which is... basically what Kento already wears every day…”
…
……
……..
“Damn.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Some silence passes before Sukuna speaks up again. “So, was he tight?”
Toji simply smirks and leans back on the couch, manspreading and resting his arms on the back. “Fuck yeah.”
Hearing that, Sukuna smirks and leans closer to Toji. “Was he loud?”
“Yessir.”
“Cute or sexy?”
“Both.”
“Would you let me have a go at him?”
Toji laughs darkly at that and puts his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Now, what kind of friend would I be if I said no?”
Sukuna pumps a victorious fist in the air upon hearing that, “Fuck yeah…”
Laughing like a pair of dumb frat boys, Toji and Sukuna end up talking more about Toji’s fun little Halloween affair.
But after a bit of time passes and a few more beers are chugged, Sukuna notices something by Toji’s legs. “Hey, did you go shopping or something? Why do you have a bag from… an anime store? Dude, you secretly some otaku like Satoru or some shit?”
Toji, a little bit tipsy now, tilts his head in confusion before he looks at his feet, spotting a light pink bag with some anime boy on it.
… Ah, right.
Before leaving your apartment, he scrambled around your apartment looking for a bag to stuff some crucial evidence in, and well… with the clock ticking and this stupid dainty thing being the first he found, desperate times called for desperate measures.
“Dude, fuck no, I just had some shit I needed to bring back with me…”
Sukuna just tilts his head questioningly at that and silently urges his friend to continue.
“It’s actually a good thing that you reminded me about this shit.” He picks up the bag and looks into it and letting out a tired sigh. “Uh...Is Suguru home?”
At the random mention of the other black-haired man's name, Sukuna is even more confused. “Hmm, nope. He and Satoru are probably at some club or asleep at some fast food restaurant like the fuckin' idiots they are. But what does he have to do with that bag, though?”
“He’s good at fixing clothes, yeah? Since he does that fashion shit or whatever, he mentioned being good at that, I think…”
“He did say that ages ago, but again, what does that have to do with… uh...?” As soon as Toji pulls what’s out of the bag, he’s rendered speechless.
Holding a pair of ripped green shorts in one hand and a torn light brown shirt in the other, Toji blushes uncharacteristically as he looks to the side.
“I… might have been a bit too rough…”
Notes:
I TOLD U I WAS GONNA GET THIS TO U EITHER YESTERDAY OR TODAY, IM NO LIARRRRRRRR :3
but anywho... i definitely got a lil freaky here.... one thing ab me is i dont play games when it comes to toji and i had had had had HAD TO MAKE HIM FREAKY AND NASTYYYYY
this was very self-indulgent i cannot lie.
NOW... to clear any confusion...
question 1 that u might have been wondering: why was toji in that ramen restaurant at all?
answer: yuji recommened it to the guys once and toji rlly likes the food there
question 2: yuji and toji live together... how did toji not recognize yuji when he was stalking u?
answer: if toji heard yuji talk, he'd have known. but since he was stalking from afar and yuji had the nightwing mask on and his hair was temporarily died black... he just didnt know lol
now...
this was a fun little thing to do... and i hope u enjoyed it... this was all so fucking spontanous and unplanned but yknow what sometimes thats how the best things come to be, i'd say.
anywho... when i see u again it'll be when the official story begins and the plot will plot and the men will men and the relationships will blossom...
im so excited and i hope u r too.
also... while writing this damn halloween special i was listening to mariah the scientist religiously like whyyyyyyyy is her music so good. i know ppl clown on her and say she makes lash tech music and hookah lounge r&b but bro shes so good. sacrifice has been on repeat and i swear im thinking of using it as inspo for the suguru arcccccc teeheeeee
anyways... hope u liked this drop...
bye handsome <3
Chapter 8: the story begins: dumb and dumber (but who is who?)
Summary:
The story begins, and leave it to a certain duo to make it as chaotically entertaining, messy, and silly as possible.
You don't know how to react; no one would.
But the world moves on, not waiting for you or giving you enough time to process and accept the crazy things that life has been throwing at you back to back to back.
Regardless, you should ask the question once more: Uh, why are these two in your apartment?
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
On an ever-shimmering and radiant Saturday like this, abundant with azure skies, fluffy clouds, and the chipperness of the noon that you feel once you’ve shaken off that morning grogginess, perhaps even the most pessimistic of individuals may find something to look forward to today.
Typically, Saturdays are usually for rest and relaxation or fun and nonsense at any hour.
For some, it’s meant to be a day where you can kick your feet up on the living room table, stay cozy under a blanket while you’re still in PJs or maybe even nothing at all if you’re that type of guy, and watch Let’s Plays on YouTube all the way to midnight with not a single soul to judge you.
But also for some, it’s one of the only days in a week where you can handle some personal tasks without work or school getting in your way, sacrificing some needed R&R for the other shit you need to deal with.
But that doesn’t mean you need to be a gloomy and down-in-the-dumps guy. Why not have fun and excitement as you get to work and strive towards new beginnings?
...
Yeah, if it wasn't obvious enough, a particular someone is rivalling the sun in terms of radiance and energy today.
Up in the sky, in a grandiose bedroom that overlooks all of Tokyo, with Money Changes Everything by Cyndi Lauper blasting on a Bose speaker, a certain pink-haired boyo dances around his messy room and sings along to the lyrics with questionable accuracy and pitch as he puts his clothes, memorabilia, and precious gaming consoles and devices in their respective boxes and containers.
“iT’s aLl in thE paST nOW! MONEY CHANGES EVVERYTHINGGGG!” Yuji, doing a little two-step, screams the chorus at the ceiling as he folds a pair of sweatpants and puts them in a box.
Thankfully, unlike last week, he doesn’t need to sniff all of his clothes to check if they were clean or not. With his powerful puppy dog eyes (but mostly him having to give information about the things you like and what you like to do), he got his big bro Sukuna to help him with washing and drying all of his laundry last night.
Was the endless nagging, scolding, and complaining that every big brother is known for worth it? … Yuji will get back to answering that question another time… maybe.
To Yuji’s benefit, his exhausted big bro, with fireplace ambient noises playing in his headphones, is sleeping on a couch downstairs in his classic black wifebeater and grey sweatpants combo, so he doesn’t need to deal with the older man’s yapping anymore. Yuji loves him more than anything, but damn… being a younger brother isn’t for the weak, that’s for sure.
But anywho…
Today is the day.
Today marks the beginning of the sure-to-be-arduous, but will be worth it in the end, process of Yuji moving his life to someplace new.
Eager to start his mornings somewhere new, eager to have someplace new to sneak in at 4 AM after having too much fun, and eager to make that black-haired boy his, Yuji puts his life in boxes with excitement.
There is some heaviness in his heart, of course. He’s grown fond of the interesting group of guys that live here. He’ll miss Satoru and Suguru’s endearing nonsense, he’ll miss Nanami-san’s witty, knowledgeable, and charming self, he’ll mostly miss Toji’s… everything, and of course, he’ll miss his annoying yet ultimately loving brother. And who wouldn’t miss living the luxurious, cushy life? His huge bed, his own little kingdom, and a fucking garden to chill in downstairs… he knows he’s free to visit anytime, but man, he’ll miss it. Also, the private baths and sauna on the floor below? God himself couldn’t separate Yuji from those.
But ultimately, he knew a long time ago that he was craving something different in his life, especially after meeting and befriending you. A simpler way to live was calling his name, and when the cute guy he’s been borderline stalking for months, of all people, posted on his socials that he was looking for a new roomie, he’d be insane (he debatably already is) to not jump at the opportunity like a starving wolf!
And so, here he is, packing his life into boxes and realizing how weird it is to see such a huge bedroom gradually become more and more empty and blank after he has gotten so used to the sight of messy clothes and photos on the wall. Something about the sight makes him pause from his silly song and dance, the reality that he’s really moving his life somewhere else making his heart and stomach feel somewhat heavy.
But… It’s okay.
Considering who’s gonna be living in this bedroom soon, it’ll be anything but a blank canvas.
He knows that you’re definitely going to treat this room better than he did, and not just in terms of cleanliness! You’ll bring to this room to life with all of your posters, shelves and figurines, plushies, gamer trinkets, and your concerningly large amount of Bakugou merch, and you’re gonna turn this room into a gay otaku haven that will make Satoru beg to sleep over every night and Nanami-san smile and nod in innocent confusion.
Just the thought of that alone makes a silly smile appear on his face.
Knowing that his room will be entrusted to his best friend puts any hesitations he might have had to rest.
He knows you’ll enjoy yourself here… in more ways than one. Your gay ass living with a bunch of admittedly handsome and (mostly) well-accomplished men? Yeah, your socially reclusive ass will be juuuuuust fine with enough time.
On the topic of you specifically, Yuji gets his phone out of his pocket to check the time.
Hmm, you and he arranged for some moving trucks to come to your places at different hours so you could get all the hard work over with today. You both agreed that it’d be best to bring your things over first, and then he can bring his things to Megumi’s once you’re settled in. He’s also more than happy to help carry your things into the truck and up to the penthouse, and he’s planning on taking the metro there soon. Besides, it’d be nice to see the place where you and he spent many fun nights, stressful nights, and lowkey nights one last time.
With Feel The Rain by Dream Street now blasting on the speaker, Yuji sways to the beat and hums as he’s about to shoot you a message asking how you’re doing with the packing until-
ping!
He receives a text message of his own from… the moving truck guy? Right, he gave his number to the guy just to make communication easier. Hmm, ok, maybe he should check it just in case something annoying has… For fucks sake, ok, so it seems that something annoying has come up.
Yuji reads over the message once more with annoyance just to make sure his brain wasn’t seeing things. “Hey man, there’s apparently been some sort of sickness going around at the daycare my son goes to, and I got called to pick him up and bring him home, so I can’t help you out today. I did ask another guy working today if he could come to your place. He’s able to, but he’s only available at 3:30 PM. Hope this works for you, and I’m sorry about the inconvenience.”
Well, fuck.
3:30 is when the truck going to your place was gonna arrive, and he was just about to head out to help you out. God, this is really fucking inconvenient and annoying, but… ok, fair enough, life happens, and there’s no use in complaining and punching the air.
Ok, Yuji gets to thinking. He’ll be fine bringing all of his stuff to Megumi’s place on his own, and maybe he can wake Sukuna up in a bit if he needs another pair of hands to carry boxes all the way down and into the truck. But he did promise you that you wouldn’t have to do everything on your own, and he’s never been one to break promises to you, especially on what’s supposed to be such a busy day.
“Think, Yuji, Think!” He says in his head as he paces around the room, thinking of how to solve the current predicament. “M.C. is a strong boy, but I promised him that he’d have another pair of hands to help him pack and move his boxes into the truck. Now, I’m gonna be busy ahead of schedule and… hmm.” He stops in his tracks and thinks. “Busy… Now, which one of the guys isn’t busy today?
Yuji sorts through the roster of the guys in his head with his fingers. “Sukuna is snoring like a damn engine downstairs with his hand in his underwear, Nanami-san is… a fucking CEO, and while Toji isn’t busy today… I wouldn’t trust leaving that guy in M.C.’s apartment even if I was held at gunpoint.” He shivers at the thought. “So that leaves… Ah, that’s perfect!”
Like angels descending from above, Yuji thinks about a certain black and white duo who are more than perfectly equipped to come to his aid!
But… reality hits and makes him remember that perfect might be too generous a word to use.
There’s a reason Yuji’s mind didn’t think of them until there was no other option available.
Those two are the last people he’d ever want to rely on! (Toji included).
But alas, the two most reliable guys of the house are respectively asleep and busy running a company, so that leaves him with… those two.
Ok, maybe it isn’t a perfect solution, but he’s sure they’ll at least get the job done, unlike Toji…
Leaving a cute and handsome guy like you in the same room as Toji? Yeah, no.
“Fucking hell… they’re better than nothing… or Toji.” Yuji sighs defeatedly at the current situation.
After running his hands over his face frustratedly, he pauses his music and jogs out of his room to look over the second-floor balcony to see if the two guys he’s looking for are in the living room. Thankfully (a debatable word to use… how about unfortunately?), he sees the two guys lounging on the couch Sukuna isn’t asleep on while fiddling on their phones doing whatever.
The handsome white-haired man is wearing a flatteringly well-fitting white-shirt and blue pyjama pants with ducks all over them, looking cozy and sexily cute, while his dashing black-haired counterpart is shirtless but wearing a pair of loose-hanging black sweatpants; the shirtless look and his hair tied up into a manbun give him a lazily seductive air.
“Uh, hey~” Like a pair of otters, the two guys look up at him, hearing that voice he uses on his big brother when he’s asking for something. “You two are bored, aren’t you…” It’s not like they weren’t complaining about not having anything to do today, while also complaining about how burnt out they are from dealing with tons of people every day
Gojo Satoru, with those electric sapphire eyes of his, looks at Yuji with an exaggerated pout and whines like a child. “Duhhhh, it’s not like we haven’t been whining about it all morning! We wanna do something fun, but fuckkkkkk we don’t wanna deal with fucktons of peopleeeeeeeeee!” He flops on his friend dramatically, his phone plopping onto the floor unceremoniously.
Swatting his best friend’s hand off of his face and pushing him onto the floor, which only makes the snowy-haired man whine more, Geto Suguru, completely ignoring his best friend’s whines, speaks with a bit more grace, which isn’t hard to do considering it’s Satoru he’s being compared to. “Correction. He was whining, I was… simply complaining.” He looks at Yuji with a calm smile, to which Yuji fires back a deadpan look.
“Fucking liar,” Yuji says in his head.
Yuji very clearly remembers the two of them earlier this morning, whining to a barely awake Sukuna and a not-listening-at-all-while-he-drank-his-morning-coffee Nanami-san like children in the kitchen as they ate their Lucky Charms and Reeses Puffs respectively after they woke up after a long night of photoshoots and doing schoolwork in their dressing rooms, but okay.
Mind you, these two are world-famous supermodels and are somehow also some of UTokyo’s most brilliant minds of all time, and they are known for being some of the most handsome, suave, and effortlessly seductive men alive, but up here… those suave masks that they wear in public shatter like glass.
Luckily for Suguru, Yuji has more important things to worry about than proving him wrong.
“Ok, sure, whatever. Anyways… If I said I needed you to do a quick favour for me… what are the chances of you saying yes?”
Upon hearing his words, Satoru, with his head and back on the ground and his legs dangling above him, looks at Yuji upside down with inquisitive eyes. “Yujiiiii~, just because we’re bored, that doesn’t mean we’re bored enough to do something that requires effort.”
“Well, what if it involved the new guy moving in?” Yuji quickly shoots back.
Intrigued by what he heard, Suguru sat out of his lazy manspread. “A favour involving the new guy? Right, I forgot we have a new guy coming in. We have so much shit to think about that I guess my mind swept that info under the rug. Hmm, I didn’t know it was today.” With his eyes, he urges Yuji to explain. “What exactly is this favour…?”
Well, here goes nothing.
With a scratch of his head and a sheepish chuckle, Yuji looks away as he speaks. “Ahaha… so… I actually was supposed to head over to his place soon to help him pack his stuff, put everything into the moving truck, and then bring everything back here, but the truck that was supposed to pick up my own stuff here later is now coming at the same time as the one going to his place so… I can’t help him anymore.” He crosses his fingers behind his back as he sees the curious look on Satoru’s face and the bored look on Suguru’s. “So I was wondering if you two could… go in my stead? … Please?”
…
A few seconds of silence pass by.
…....
And then a few more seconds pass by as Satoru shuffles off the floor and sits back on the couch.
…..........
Then a few more seconds pass until Suguru finally speaks up.
“So, let me get this straight. You need us to get off our asses, get dressed, and go to who the fuck knows where to help this new guy bring all of his stuff here?”
…
With nothing else to say, Yuji just replies with a simple, “Yes.”
“You need us to do a bunch of lifting and shit for a guy we don’t even know.” Suguru’s monotone voice is… not the best of signs.
“... Yes.”
Satoru finally speaks instead. “Mmm… I don’t know, Yuji~. Again, sure, we’re bored but… all that hard work doesn’t sound fun… especially on the weekend….” But he’s not blind to the pleading look in the younger pink-haired man’s eyes. “But damn, that does sound like an annoying situation for you.”
Yuji then walks down the stairs to stand in front of the two supermodels and… Sukuna’s unaware, snoring and hulking self on the other couch.
“Yes! It is annoying, and I’m lowkey feeling stressed because I promised M.C. that I’d help him…” He won’t get on his knees to beg… but damn, is it a tempting idea right now.
“Okay… I’d definitely be stressed if I were in your shoes. But again, that’s a tough ask and lifting and shit doesn’t exactly sound like the most entertaining of ways to spend a Saturday. I’m sorry lil bro, but-” It seems like Suguru is about to refuse, to Yuji’s dismay, but Satoru suddenly interjects.
“Who is this guy anyway? We don’t even know anything about him yet, or what he even looks like. You mentioned he’s your best friend, so he’s not some weird stranger off the streets, but still… who is he?” Satoru… Yuji so badly wants to call you an angel right now! Even if you’re usually more of a devil!
Yuji grabs his phone out of his pocket. “Uh… right… Let me find some photos. I guess you two aren’t at school enough to ever see me with him.” He opens his Photos app and sees… multiple photos of Megumi he saved from his socials.
Um, okay, he’ll just go to your Instagram account and click on a random photo. “Here! Here’s M.C.’s Instagram. As you can see, he’s a simple guy but super cute. He’s shyer than most, but he’s a sweet and fun guy once he gets comfortable with you and… uh…?”
Yuji’s little ramble about his best friend ends early as he sees the duo moving their faces closer to his phone screen until their cheeks are smooshed together and their eyeballs almost touch the screen until Yuji pulls his hand a bit further back.
With their eyes glued, their sapphire and violet gazes travel all over the boy on the screen.
Displayed is a mirror photo of yourself that you posted a few weeks ago. Standing in front of the living room mirror is you in a simple outfit, doing a cheeky little pose, hip tilt and all. The ensemble wasn’t anything special, just a white t-shirt and jeans, but you were definitely feeling yourself that day. Your regular gym seshes with Yuji were certainly showing fruition in the way your small shirt hugged your chest, arms, and shoulders. It wasn’t a naughty image by any means, but if a guy liked the way your clothes hugged your body, you could definitely shrug your shoulders and be like “Oh, that totallyyyyy wasn’t intentional~”. And damn, your soft hair and sweet little expression weren’t anything to be ignored either.
As they stare… and stare… and…… wow, they’re still looking at the fucking photo, Jesus fucking Christ-
Some stray thoughts enter the minds of the two bewitched models, giving you attention that millions around the world would murder countries for even a millisecond of.
“Since when did Yuji have such a cute friend?”
“Is he taken?”
“That’s a nice bod…”
“Fuck…”
“Why didn’t Yuji ever bring him over?”
…
After a few more seconds of staring at the cute boy on Yuji’s phone and thinking their thoughts in those silly minds of theirs, it happens in less than a millisecond.
Suguru, almost like someone invested all of his level-up points into his speed stat, pushes Satoru to the ground, knocking him onto the floor with a thud, and takes his sweatpants off and throws them over Satoru’s face as he runs to the nearest washroom in just his Calvin Kleins to take a shower.
“Well damn man, why didn’t you tell us he was that fucking cute from the start?! I’m gonna get ready real fast now!” He works fast yet speaks calmly as he nears the downstairs washroom. “Text me the address, tell him that he has nothing to worry about because a strong, capable, and more than willing prince charming is on the way to save the day!” Once he runs into the washroom, he briefly peeks his head out the doorway with a pure smile. “Remember, text me the address… not Satoru!” With that, he closes the beautiful wooden door with an artsy window made of broken glass, and the distant sound of the shower starting can be heard.
With a frustrated huff and some angry curses leaving his soft lips, Satoru rips his best friend’s sweatpants off his face and throws them behind him alongside his own shirt and pants as he dashes up the stairs in his own pair of Calvin Kleins to one of the other washrooms. Either unbeknownst to him or he just didn’t care (probably the latter), he somehow threw the discarded clothing right on top of the sleeping security guard on the couch.
…
Thankfully, the honk mimimi of his snoring never stopped, and everyone was safe from the rage of a beast awoken from his deep slumber.
Normally, a man of his occupation would immediately wake up from the foreign object landing on him and assume a fighting stance to battle any potential threats. But while he’s in the comfort of his own home, and as he sleeps on the luxurious couch while he listens to his relaxing ambient sounds, Sukuna remains in deep slumber and ends up hugging the warm bundle of clothing close to his chest like it’s a teddy bear or something.
“Suguru, you ugly pig! I’m coming too, damn it!” Satoru yells from the second-floor balcony, his knuckles turning white as he grips the sleek railing in anger. He then looks sweetly at the pink-haired guy in the living room, who’s gotten way too used to these two acting like schoolboys. “Yuji~ Please send me his address too, just in case, y’know, Suguru runs into a problem before he can even leave this place and he somehow can’t make it to your friend’s place, okay?”
He then sends a wink so sweet and cute (that’s what he thinks, at least) that if this were an anime, you’d definitely see sparkles, stars, and hearts float around because he’s just that handsome and earth-shatteringly beautiful (did Satoru somehow gain access to and hack the narrator’s keyboard just now? Stop breaking the fourth wall and take your damn shower!). “I’m not saying I’m going to spray Liquid Ass all over his closet but… ehehehehe…” A dark smirk appears on his face. “Anywho~ Send me the addy, mkayyy? Ok, love you, bye!” He then runs to the nearest washroom and shuts the door, eager to get ready before his best friend.
“...”
With all the yappery done with, the penthouse is now peaceful again, with just the sounds of Sukuna’s soft snores and the sound of two showers and two voices singing to some random songs keeping the space alive.
Yuji just recovers from the chaos that somehow unfolded in just two minutes.
Next, he sneaks a photo of his big, strong brother snuggling with Suguru and Satoru's clothes because, oh my fucking god, that is immensely hilarious and cute.
“Well. Okay, that’s one less thing to worry about. Or, depending on how they act, I may have ended up giving myself 20 more things to worry about.” He thinks to himself grimly as he heads back up to his room. “I… will try to be positive and expect that everything will work out. M.C. always complains about how that ends up being the case for me most times, and I’m gonna hope that remains true today…”
He then plops on his large bed with a huge sigh, with the warm sunlight that caresses his face making him want to take a quick nap after dealing with Satoru and Suguru for just a few minutes.
It wasn’t even that long ago when he was blasting music and singing and dancing while packing, but damn, those two are older than him, but he sometimes feels like a tired father. Which is funny since M.C. likes to complain about Yuji’s silliness and boyishness sometimes… but it seems that there are tiers when it comes to who’s the biggest manchild of them all…
Before he can close his eyes, though, he remembers something. “Ah fuck, I should probably text M.C. about the change in plans. And I should definitely tell him who’s on the way to his place… Considering he always rambles on to me for hours about how handsome and princely those two are every time he sees them at school or when they post something on Instagram… he’d probably appreciate the heads-up because if I don’t tell him, he’ll cry to me and say that it’s my fault he ended up looking like a nerdy dweeb bitch (Your words, not his) in front of the oh so godly, Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto…” He rambles in his mind, knowing exactly how you’d react.
But as he finishes typing the message, he pauses.
“Hmm…” And then he smiles deviously. “But it would be pretty funny if he just randomly opened the door to the two guys he always swoons over at school and in private.” The scene in his head makes him chuckle sleepily, and he ends up letting his inner demon take over and changes his text message into something that is still the truth while… excluding some crucial information.
With the message sent, he snuggles himself under the covers and he smirks like an antagonist who totally isn’t gonna dream about his best friend’s hilarious reaction.
…
Wasn’t Yuji just complaining in his head about how childish and ridiculous Satoru and Suguru can be?
📲💗
stupid: hi mc <3 so i know i was supposed to come over soon and help u pack and carry ur boxes and whatnot into the moving truck thats coming at like 3ish but now my truck is coming at the same time as urs so i cant help… im so sorry!!! D:
stupid: im rlly sorry 🥺
stupid: but dw! i had a backup plan in case this happened so u dont need to worry~
stupid: and! theres no use attacking me over text bc i am taking a nap
stupid: ily mc <3
me: *sends photo of that skai jackson meme where she’s sitting on the chair, legs crossed, and in that blue dress to demonstrate your frustration.*
me: ok i wont be too mad bc thats rlly not ur fault
📲💗
Well… it seems like you weren’t the only one who felt like taking a nap. Guess packing up, contacting all the necessary people, and making sure schedules align properly can easily exhaust someone.
But damn, that’s some annoying news… not Yuji’s fault at all, of course, but the situation nonetheless makes you wanna toss a pillow at his face.
You check the corner of your phone to see the time, and you see that it’s…1:50 PM… ok, well fuck, you should get back to the hustle. As Kylie Jenner once said in 2019, “Riiise and Shiiiine.”
With an irritated groan, you toss your phone on your messy bed and lie down like you’re the forsaken love interest in some damn 2000s R&B music video about your man ditching you.
You then look to your side and see the boxes full of your clothes. Washing, drying, folding, and organizing most of your clothes accordingly was a simple task that you got done fairly quickly, but now your still-on-display merch and whatnot is staring back at you, and you just let out an exasperated sigh.
Truth be told, you can totally do everything on your own. You’re a strong and capable man, of course, but when Yuji said he’d offer to help you out… You ended up not amping yourself up enough, so you do feel an urge to be lazy taking over.
But alas, a man should always push through when life throws curveballs at him, and so you'll… procrastinate, put a hold on packing your decor, and take a shower instead!
It’s all part of the process! You’ll wake yourself up, wash off the exhaustion from packing most of your clothes earlier, fix your ridiculous bedhead, and clear your mind before you get back to the process of moving your entire life to a fucking CEO’s penthouse that’s easily worth more than you and all of your past lives combined, which is, obviously, still insane to accept is actually happening.
But at this point, there’s no point in worrying what’s real and what isn’t right now. Right now, you should hurry so you can get back to the hustle and bustle! Take care of yourself so you work better, or whatever it is people in HR like to say to boost work morale.
And so, with a yawn and a scratch on the head, you get out of your warm bed for the last time, open your blackout curtains to let the sunlight in, and walk to your cute and cozy little washroom that you’re SO gonna miss.
When you first moved into this cute downtown Akihabara apartment, you were immediately enamoured by the washroom and its dark green motif. Warmly decorated with pine green tiles, walls, and a large circular mirror, you’ve spent countless hours in here getting ready for school and dates or washing off sweat from the gym or a raunchy night.
As you strip yourself of your white t-shirt with Bakugou’s face and a heart on the front and your black pyjama shorts, it hits you that this is your last time being in here to get ready for another day of whatever life has in store for you. It’s… weird. It’s not tragic persay, but saying goodbye to someplace you spent many hours of your life in is a weird thing you don’t experience often.
But you don’t have enough time to reminisce on memories past right now. You’ve got a moving truck coming and you need to have your shit packed!
Pushing your underwear to the ground and finally in the nude, you run the shower, and feel the stream with your hand until it becomes satisfyingly warm enough for you to jump in when you’re ready to do so.
Ah, wait! You almost forgot something.
Still bare, you hurriedly open the washroom door to run to your bed and grab your phone and speaker. Thank God, you live alone for now, so you can still do things like this.
As you walk back to the washroom, you open your Spotify, turn the volume to the max, and play some songs to listen to while you shower. Playing music has been part of your shower routine since you were a teenager, and you’re not changing it any time soon. Even when you were in a rush, you always needed a song to hum or belt to.
After picking a song, you place your phone on the counter and you finally step into the warm stream of water with your bedhead immediately relenting.
With the sound of warm water running and Slow Grind by Muni Long playing, you do your little routine of washing your hair with your favourite Pantene Sleek and Smooth and your body with your signature Nivea Soft Shower Creme.
Singing along and swaying to the beat, you’re having a sweet little moment and unintentionally looking like some sexy music video. But well, it’s just you here, so have your fun before the real world demands your attention once more. Besides, it’s a god tier song, so you’d be doing a disservice if you didn’t feel yourself to it.
…ck ….ock….
Hm?
…ock …..nock…
Amidst the running water and the music, you can faintly hear knocking on your apartment door, and you’re immediately confused.
You weren’t expecting any visitors.
In fact, you… never expect anyone actually unless Yuji says he’s coming, and from what you remember from literally a few minutes ago, his ass should be snoring on that big ass bed of his.
But you figure Yuji probably got shit sorted out, so it’s probably him. His being spontaneous and unpredictable is the name of his game after all. You wonder if he gets that from his brother, remembering the way the tattooed man, like some teenage delinquent, pranked you into almost pissing your pants and was then later on getting all up on you on that couc-
knock knock knock! THUMP!
Ok, damn. It’s not raining, so why is Yuji being so incessant with the knocking and… uh, slamming? He even knows where the damn secret key is hidden too so what gives?
Seems like the knocking is getting faster and louder. Someone’s impatience is showing its ugliness.
You stop the shower, keep the music playing, wrap a towel around your waist, and quickly run to the door to let your best friend in. If this were anyone else, which, why would it be? You obviously would have put some clothes on, but since it’s Yuji, why would you care about shit like that? He’s seen more than enough of you, so it’s fine.
knock knock knock!! CRASH! BANG!!
“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming! Damn, what is this shit Knock Knock by Twice? I don’t understand why you’re basically fisting the door when you know where I hide one of the keys…” You loudly complain as you unlock your door and turn the doorknob.
But as you’re about to open the door, you somehow just now remember a crucial part of Yuji’s earlier texts that you for some reason forgot until now.
What was that backup plan he mentioned?
…
AND JESUS ALMIGHTY WHAT IS THAT DAMN NOISE??????
…
knock knock knock!! CRASH! BANG!! MEOW!
Ok, now this sounds just like some old-timey sitcom.
Now, you just yank the door with annoyance to let Yuji in.
But as soon as you do… You notice something glaringly apparent.
So, Yuji doesn’t have white hair, you know that for sure.
Nor does he have black hair, nor does he have enough hair on his head to tie it up into a manbun, duh.
Also, as far as you’re aware at least, Yuji didn’t recently split himself into two people like this was fucking Kirby and the Amazing Mirror or some shit where Dark Meta Knight chopped his ass up.
And last of all! You’ve never been in a situation where you needed to contemplate the possibility of the existence of a reality where there would be two different-coloured Yujis tumbling onto your entrance floor as soon as you open the door in a scuffle with clothes getting wrinkled, hair getting pulled, and profanities being thrown.
But alas, that’s exactly what happens as soon as you open the door, and you’re simply just gobsmacked by what you see.
If it wasn’t apparent enough, you’ve regained some sense of reality to realize that neither of these guys is Yuji, and he didn’t recently get spliced into different people.
So… who…
…
Oh.
Oh…
Oh…..!
Oh, SHIT!
Despite the amount of curveballs having been thrown at you recently, despite the absolutely insane way the trajectory of your life has changed, and despite how this all reads like some “My Dad Sold Me To The Magcon Boys” fanfiction from 2013, it seems like life has more surprises for you.
Because, unless you’re somehow still asleep, or you slipped and cracked your skull open and were somehow transported to some isekai manga world where only handsome men exist… You know exactly who the two men are that are… umm… currently fighting like little boys over a Buzz Lightyear figure on your apartment floor.
Even amidst the ridiculousness of what’s currently happening, you’d recognize who these two men are even if you became blind and deaf yesterday because you’re such a goddamn homosexual parasocial fan who remembered what scent they said they wear in a random interview who even went to the damn beauty store to smell the samples of said scent to ingrain what they might smell like in your brain because you figured you’d never be able to get close to them the few times you seem them at school which is already a damn privilege in and of itself.
Not that you would run up to them at school as some other fanboys do on the rare chance they are there, because even if you’re a lowkey deranged fan, you’re not just gonna run up to them and get all up on them. You’re crazy and gay, but at least you’re not a damn sasaeng. You’re just another one of their tens of millions of followers who follow them on Instagram, and you were somewhat normal enough to be able to dedicate your attention to other things like your best friend, school, and other interests, but trust, you were ALWAYS watching the livestreams when they were walking the runway in some other country, and you were ALWAYS there when a new commercial they were in just dropped.
Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, two of the most handsome and world-renowned male supermodels of all time, two of the most brilliant minds in the history of UTokyo’s student body, and two men that you endlessly chatter, fantasize, and swoon on about to your best friend to his dismay (dismay that you do not care for, Yuji just has to deal with it).
You were always part of the more normal crowd that stared and admired them from a respectable distance when they were at school. You know that they do most of their schoolwork remotely as they are almost always in different countries, doing commercials, runways, and photoshoots. But they’re always there during midterm and exam season, to everyone’s visual pleasure.
And again, if you aren’t dead or just delirious, here they are, in the flesh, for some reason.
Just like in your wildest dreams, just like in the fanfictions and occasional yaoi mangas you read, the two princes you always dreamed of getting close to and speaking to one day are here in your apartment (Is this reality because, again, why are they here?).
But… well… rather than standing in front of you with flowers in their hands and wearing those smiles that you swoon at the sight of on magazine covers and huge billboards all over Tokyo as you have fantasized, here they are instead fighting on the ground at your feet like cats fighting over fish bones… again, for some reason. It seems like “for some reason” is going to be a common thing being said today.
And while you're mentally crashing out and blanking out from it… You obviously didn’t realize what was going on in the real world, and more importantly, you’re a bit too mentally occupied to remember your current physical state… your very bare at the torso, very towel-hanging–extremely-low-on-your-hips, very wet-with-water-gliding-down-your-skin state…
And after a few more seconds of the two supermodels throwing curse words, wishing for things on each other, such as turning ugly, going bald, and the other’s motorcycles exploding, and pulling each other's hair and scratching like cats, Satoru, who was on the ground under Suguru, finally looks past his friend’s face and looks above him. Satoru’s attacks and profanities gradually die down, and he just stares up, wide-eyed with his world-famous electric sapphire gaze.
It seems like he just realized that the door he was shoved against by Suguru actually opened, and he and his friend were so engrossed in their tussle that they didn’t realize they fell into your apartment.
But now, he’s very much aware that he’s inside, and he’s very much aware of what he’s getting a sneak peek of at your feet, and under… your towel.
After a few more seconds of pulling Satoru’s hair and calling him words that would pop his career like a balloon, Suguru noticed that his best friend had stopped fighting back. As such, his gaze (that luckily wasn't also under your towel) went up, travelling past your glistening waist, chest, neck, and finally, your wide-eyed, bewildered face that was unintentionally adorned tastefully with water dripping down your skin and still wet hair. It was a sight that surprised him and made him freeze. Not just because you looked like a cute but sexy guy on the front page of a magazine, but also because… he’s just realizing he and his best friend were fighting like wildebeests on your apartment floor and are DEFINITELY not making the first impressions that they wanted to make!!!
But Satoru… he’s frozen in shock as well. Though with his back on the ground and his eyes being right under you, he sees something a lot more, let’s say, personal.
Under your towel, he ended up unintentionally seeing your intimates before he could even hear your voice or even see your face first. Your freshly clean cock and ass are all Satoru sees above him in this moment, and if by chance he might have thought he was hallucinating, the water from your wet body dripping onto his face and into his gaped mouth shatters any idea of this not being reality.
If it wasn’t for the music on your phone still distantly playing from the washroom and the downtown Akihabara ambience coming from the window and the open door, the room would have been drenched in the purest of silence.
Different coloured gazes stare at different places.
Sapphire eyes stare dazed and unable to look away from under your towel, violet eyes travel all over your bare body in shock and subconscious attraction, and your eyes look at Suguru, who’s now just straddling Satoru’s lap, trying to figure out if this is all some dream, isekai situation, or perhaps… just maybe… by some off-chance… reality.
But time moves on, and so does the human mind. All three of your brains start to compute once more after the sitcom-like standstill.
Satoru blinks after what seemed like hours of staring at your cock and ass and pats his friend’s well-built chest, signalling him to get off.
Suguru, taken out of shocked daze as well, stands up quickly to dust off and smooth his wrinkled, tailored khaki Saint Laurent pants and to fix his manbun that got ruined by Satoru’s grabby hands.
And you… After seeing them move, which solidifies the fact that your two celebrity crushes are in fact inside your apartment room, you finally notice your state of undress.
Here are the two men you have major celebrity crushes on, the two guys whose Instagram posts and stories you immediately hit the like button on as soon as you see them, the two superstars whose otherworldly and expensive scents are gently caressing your senses like roses in a bouquet, the two gods who now stand before you, dressed to the nines like men who are about to walk for Paris Fashion Week with perfect hair, perfect skin, perfect scents, and perfect everything.
And here you are, glistening with water, a loose towel hanging on your hip bones, giving the two who stand in front of you side-by-side, a sight not many get to see (As if Satoru didn’t get a front seat view of your cock and balls… luckily, you aren’t aware that that happened), and wearing an expression that goes from confused to starstruck to pure horror.
You…
YOU'RE ALMOST BARE FUCKING NAKED IN FRONT OF GOJO SATORU AND GETO SUGURU…
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuckfuckfuck.
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKDEATHISAGOODOPTIONATTHISPOINTFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKHELPFUCKFUCKFUCK.
Suguru clears his throat in an attempt to quell the immensely awkward silence that has been created because of the current circumstances.
“Ahem. Uh.” Unlike the suave and well-spoken man he always presents himself as on the big screen, he has a hard time finding words to say. But to be fair, this is a ridiculous situation to be in.
“Hey. M.C., right?”
Despite everything, though, his voice is just as otherworldly as ever. But to hear it up close in person, unlike from far away or on a screen, it’s entirely different.
Like the forests in Canada’s North, it’s clean and smooth like the breeze that rustles the leaves, strong and commanding like the immovable and ever-grand trees, and deep and full like the endless expanse of nature.
“You must be confused, yeah? Anyone would be if two strangers fell onto your doorstep like we did, and I for sure will apologize for that, and I will definitely make it up to you.” Despite his awkward start, he’s a celebrity for a reason. His mouth gets into the groove of things fairly fast, and he’s sure he can charm his way out of any awkward situation. “So the thing is, a close friend of ours asked us earlier if we’d be able to help him out with a little favour and- Huh? W-Wait-”
See, despite his infinite charm and handsome good looks, he’s a bit unaware of who he’s dealing with. Sure, you have a celeb crush on him and his friend, and sure, you’ve been dreaming about something like this happening for quite some time, and SURE, this is a situation that would make people send death threats to you out of jealousy.
All of that is true, but the thing is… at your core, you’re a shy little bitch. And not just that, you’re an almost naked, shy little bitch.
And so, your bare feet take you straight to the washroom at record speed.
He’s immediately taken out of his groove and just stares slack-jawed in shock as you beeline straight to the washroom and slam the door loudly. He’s shocked. Not just at how fast you ran away from him… but also the fact that anyone ran away from him at all. With his handsome face, perfect body, and a voice that tempted countless male models and male celebs into his bed, you running away from him is the last thing he ever expected, and it kind of humbled him.
His mistake was not knowing how much of an introvert you are. And one thing about introverts is that they can run away very fast from any awkward or uncomfortable situation.
And while he stands there, a cacophony of noises emerges from your washroom.
Your hair dryer blasts air at the highest possible speed so you can look as un-ratty looking as possible as fast as possible (thankfully, they thought you looked anything but ratty), Together Again by Janet Jackson blasts from your phone as loud as possible, as if to prevent any thoughts that may make you go insane, and your feet stomp on the floor in mental chaos from the fact that your two celeb crushes just saw you almost buck-naked.
Satoru and Suguru, for a few seconds, just stare at the washroom door, baffled by the noises and your sheer speed until Satoru SMACKS his friend’s ass so hard that it makes a crisp clap noise and makes the black-haired model cry out and flop face-first onto the ground and rub his nice butt in pain.
Perhaps if you were still in front of them and not crashing out while fixing yourself up, you’d think to yourself, “It should’ve been me…”.
“Look what you did, Suguru…” Satoru shakes his head in clear disapproval and disappointment. “You scared him! You need to understand what type of man you’re talking to before you turn on the charm.” He speaks in this know-it-all tone as Suguru glares at him from below. “We’re so used to being forward and direct with male models, but look!” He gestures to the room’s vibrant array of posters, figurines, plushies, and miscellaneous merch. “This guy’s a fucking dork! You need to be more gentle with these nerdy types, they tend to be a bit more shy and need a softer but still playful touch and tone…”
“Oh, take a look in the mirror, bitch. All this talk about dorks and otakus… I guess you would know about that stuff considering all that anime and dorky shit you’re into. Again, look at a fucking mirror.” Suguru grumbles as he sits on the floor. “At least this dork is cute and not the second coming of Satan.”
Satoru just laughs, on the outside seemingly ignoring that last part, but inwardly trying to burn his friend alive with his mind at that last part, “Haha! You know I’ll gladly look at a mirror at any given chance~ <3” Satoru winks cheekily. “But I guess I can’t complain about your blunder. Just gives me the chance to make things right and for him to see how much of a better man I am than you~ I’ll show him how much of an angel I am~ <3” He sings playfully, a gleeful and smug smirk on his soft lips with finger guns pointed at his friend.
“A biblically accurate angel, yeah? You certainly have the build of one.” With that, Suguru chuckles darkly before standing up and cracking his knuckles. “Now that he isn’t watching, how about I go back to beating your ass and tossing you around like the trashbag you are, hm?” Suguru speaks with a dark and menacing tone, and if this were some shounen anime, he’d definitely have black clouds floating around him.
Satoru’s smirk cracks as he remembers how Suguru got the upper hand on him earlier and shoved him against your door. “Hmph, you brainless monkey, I’m gonna show M.C. how much of a gentleman I actually am. What, you want him to walk in on that clownery another time?” He speaks with a strong voice that’s totally NOT a facade.
“Please fall for it, please fall for it, please fall for it, I don’t wanna fix my clothes and hair again but trust me you fuckass dumbass wackass bitchass monkey, I will beat your ass next time when we aren’t in front of M.C.” Satoru’s mind rambles as he stares at his black-haired counterpart with defiant eyes, a drip of sweat totally NOT falling down his heavenly skin.
Suguru quite honestly just wants to whoop his best friend’s ass once more. But… Satoru is right. You already saw them at their worst, and he needs to make things right somehow and painting your packed boxes and still unpacked merch with his friend’s blood would probably not be the best way to go about things. He can just… do that later.
Letting out a frustrated huff and shoving his hands in his pockets like some edgy delinquent, he plops himself on your couch and manspreads as he relaxes on the plush material. He’s ready to immediately fix his posture and sit all gentlemanly if you open the washroom door, though. “Fine then. You’re safe for now, Satoru. I’ll spare you today… only out of consideration for M.C…”
With a totally NOT relieved chuckle at the fact that he won’t have to fix himself up once more, he plops on the couch next to his best friend, unintentionally mirroring Suguru’s position. “Good boy… That’s right, let’s play nice today. Since I know neither of us is leaving, we’ll just have to play nice and fair like the sweet and kind boys we are, yeah?” He speaks with a smooth tone laced with rose-scented poison.
Going on his phone to mindlessly doom scroll as he waits for you to leave the washroom, he silently agrees with Satoru, but not without giving his friend the middle finger. That just makes the white-haired beauty laugh as he closes his eyes for a bit as they wait for you.
With all three men in the apartment thinking different thoughts and doing different things with varying degrees of emotions, perhaps it’s time to answer the question that one may have been wondering ever since all this chaos began.
What exactly transpired before these two handsome idiots came to your front door like delinquent teens rather than like the high fashion princes the world knows them as?
1 Hour Ago
Pandemonium.
If there is one word to describe what is going on in the penthouse, that would be exactly it.
With the two pink-haired brothers asleep and snoring, Kento in his home office on the second floor with noise-cancelling walls that he learned were very necessary to have, and Toji doing…. God knows what at God knows where, the penthouse has become a speedrun arena for who, between the two supermodels, can reach the cute boy first and become his knight in shining armour, or rather, luxurious clothing.
Satoru and Suguru, to their convenience at times, but also to their mutual dismay at times like now, tend to be in sync with almost 100% certainty. As such, they immediately finished their showers at the same time. They finished styling their hair at the same time. They put on their best ensembles at the same time. And of course, they crashed into each other and fell ass first on the floor on the way to the elevator as they got there at the same time.
As they rub their asses in pain, they glare at each other with gritted teeth.
“You stupid bitch! Why do you have to look so damn good!” Satoru yells at his friend with competitive hatred but also begrudging admiration at his friend’s sexy manbun and simple but masculine choice in clothes.
“You’re the dumbass slut! I thought I looked good, but why do you look fucking amazing! Fuck YOU!” Suguru yells back, his angry violet gaze admiring but also trying to somehow melt Satoru’s old-money-inspired outfit in acid with his eyes.
“UGH!!”
“HMPH!!”
They both stand up in frustration, hating that they both look so damn good when they’re very much so about to go to war for a boy that they have only seen photos of.
They both repeatedly jab the elevator button at record speed in a way that should somehow qualify as sexual harassment to the poor button that's doing its best to tell the elevator to get the hell up already.
One elevator ride down later filled with nothing but fiery competitive glares aimed at each other and the sound of Nat King Cole softly playing, the door opens to the parking garage, and the two men immediately bolt to their respective motorbikes.
Suguru hopped on his dark violet beauty, immediately revving the bike to taunt Satoru.
Satoru got on his light sapphire stunner a few seconds later and just flipped his friend off.
With their brilliant minds having easily memorized your address and the exact path, they immediately blitz onto the busy Tokyo streets, needing only their memory to get to you.
Did they break some speed limits, and did they make the drive to your place a competitive race? Yes, yes they did. But did they kill anyone or cause any traffic accidents? No! So no harm done!
Besides, seeing two well-dressed men in helmets with the sexiest bodies they’ll ever see in their lives, the civilians should deem themselves lucky for potentially almost being killed by one of these two handsome devils! (Satoru, please do not take control of the narrator’s keyboard while you are on the road; that is very irresponsible.)
And of course, to no one’s surprise and to their dismay, they park in front of your place, at the same time, right next to each other.
Are they even competing? Or do they want to see you together?
Well, no one, maybe not even them, can answer those questions.
But, uh, considering the fact that as soon as they reached the stairs up to your door, they started roughhousing like boys in the toys aisle fighting over Hot Wheels… perhaps this is definitely a competition with you as the winning prize.
After fighting the entire way to your door, Suguru, with a spark of wit, pretended he saw you and waved his hand at nothing, making Satoru look behind him, which immediately made the black-haired man shove his friend against your door.
Which leads us to…
Back to the Present
“Suguru?” Satoru asks after a few minutes of them waiting for you.
“What?” Suguru replies with suspicion.
The white-haired man speaks meekly with a pout. “On the off chance that we fucked this up and he thinks we’re weird forever… You wanna go eat McDonald’s until we pass out tonight?”
All Satoru gets in response is a simple “... Yeah.”
And so, they just sit and wait.
That’s all they can do.
Did they fuck up? Maybe.
But they also don’t know of your particular… parasocial tendencies towards them so…
Only God knows what will happen once you leave the washroom.
But… uh, wait. Did you grab any clothes before you ran back in?
No?
So… that Bakugou t-shirt and the pyjama shorts that you left on the floor before you got in the shower are all you have?
Oh…
Well.
Good luck, soldier.
Notes:
guys i am literally on a work trip writing this in my hotel room at 3am with a meeting at lunch and a flight back home at 3pm BUT THE GAY JJK MALE READER FANFIC HUSTLE NEVER STOPS GODDAMNITTTTT!!!!!! <3
dont say im not dedicated to the cause!
anywho... i would say its been a while but remember... i did post a whole halloween special at the start of the month so i took a week long break so i could play video games... i have been playing repo and and am farming jades and primos for mydei rerun and durin so theres that but i hustled w this chapter after my break bc i wanted to get something out for u handsome guys out there...
sooooooo.... did u like it? i hope so... i had so so sos os os sososososos much fun writing this like i loveeeee getting goofy and unserious and satosugu is perfect for that and theyre only gonna try harder to make u like and want them but... little do they know... ur kind of a crazy fanboy?!?!?!?
anyways i wanna show u some references
this was my inspo for satorus pj look DICK PRINT AND GLASSES INCLUDED: https://www.instagram.com/p/DQ2nkLwExHO
And just imagine this was toji in the halloween special… fuck hes so hot: https://www.instagram.com/reel/DQ2nFomkW7j
Also dont worry… we’ll see nanami soon. I know we r literally 500ish words away from 100k words (which is crazy i didnt even write this much for my whole bachelors degree) and we havent met him yet and he hasnt spoken yet but trust i think ab him so much and have so much planned mwahahahah
Also… i made a spotify playlist that includes any and all songs and artists i mentioned or referenced in the fic… check it out if u wanna immerse urself or if u wanna see the weird amalgamation that is my music taste: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5mtcQZ6Zt3Z3sZnsUSJwB7?si=ifHCYBTQQ2G1OtA5d-5aqw&pi=a4udPJJPR72si
anywho… feel free to comment pls they r so fun to read and make me feel like im fighting the good fight
but also i hope u enjoyed this one and see u in the next update…
bye handsome <3
Chapter 9: now this is a hot ass mess
Summary:
Oh, what a lovely and regular day it is today.
A day full of peace, serenity, and solace.
As you get ready to really take on the day, you can find grace in the fact that the world is on your side today and that nothing can get in your way.
...
Alright, pack it up, let's cut the bullshit and get back to the insanity.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
It’s just another typical day for a regular schmegular schmuck like yourself.
As you brush your hair, nothing really comes to mind, a sign of how regular today is and how nothing insane happened almost an hour ago.
You’re now doing your typical post-shower routine, and it’s something that you always enjoy doing before starting a day of whatever it is you have planned or are required to do, whether that be classes, going to the gym and sleeping for the rest of the day after, or either you or Yuji dragging the other out for a day of surely entertaining nonsense.
Your post-shower routine is sacred, and it is paramount that you always take your time and savour this moment of solitary comfort and indulgence before joining the rest of the world and doing what needs to be done. A good start should always result in a good day.
Alright… you look at your freshly clean and dry hair in the mirror and… perfect! Soft to the touch and styled just the way you like.
Next, you look at your immensely excessive and always growing collection of body lotions of various scents.
Yuji once called you an insane guy for having this many bottles of different body lotions, but he’s also the same man who will always tell you that you smell amazing and ask what scent you’re wearing today, so… at least it’s a type of insanity that people can appreciate.
Anywho, after some very important deliberation, you grab your bottle of Fenty Skin Salted Caramel Body Milk and begin to rub it generously all over your body. It’s a warm and decadent scent that never gets old and always makes you buy more when you run out.
Why did you choose this scent?
It’s the type of scent that’ll make men want to bury their faces in your neck and breathe in and enjoy the decadent aroma mixed with your own natural essence.
If a man walked past you and caught a faint whiff, this scent would trigger his inner hunger and pull you into a nearby alleyway just to lick stripes up your throat and breathe in your aroma before even uttering a word.
…
Hmm, you’re not sure why you chose this one.
It’s not like you have a man… or men to impress today.
Definitely not.
In the Real World
“Suguruuuuuuu, why isn’t M.C. coming out yet? It’s been like… almost an hour? What’s he doing in there?”
…
A man who totally doesn’t exist and definitely isn’t in your living room gasps, which you definitely didn’t hear on the other side of the door, and as a result, blast your music even louder. “Do you think he jumped out of the window to run away?!? Then that’d mean we came here for nothing, god damn it!” You definitely don’t hear a man’s feet stomp in anger.
“... If that was the case, you should be more concerned about the fact that he’d be running around in nothing but a loose-hanging towel, which is definitely not safe.” Well, at least you don’t hear them anymore.
“Fuck… you’re right!” The man who’s supposedly in your living room gasps once more and has a genuinely horrified expression on his face. “What if some other guy gets his hands on M.C. before us?! I… W-We got first dibs so like, that’d be kinda fucked up!”
The other totally non-existent man stares at his friend with a blank face because of his questionable priorities. “What’d be fucked up and way worse is some guy touching him in general… not just because we called dibs, but okay.” He shakes his head. “I think you need a nap, Satoru. You’re speaking nonsense… even more so than usual.”
The white-haired man tilts his head questioningly at that. “M.C.’s music is loud as shit, how am I supposed to sleep when he’s blasting Kelly Clarkson like we’re in the damn early 2000s?”
“...Might I remind you that we are extremely busy guys who have gotten quite good at falling asleep wherever and whenever? You know, I remember the time you sleepwalked on the runway for Milan Fashion Week, which, thank God, only I noticed. I’ve also seen you fall asleep standing up while our crowds of fanboys ambush us at school. And last but not least, I remember a few months ago at the club when you were making out with that cute male model, and you ended up falling asleep like a baby on his shoulder with your hands in his pants-”
Not even a millisecond passes before the white-haired man curls up like a cat and rests his head on his friend’s lap with a :3 face. “Okay, you know what? Good night~ Speak another word and I will go on your phone when you’re not looking and post the most embarrassing shit on your Instagram story and ruin your life, career, potential boyfriends and hookups, and definitely whatever it is you’re planning with M.C.-”
Believing that his friend is 100% serious and capable of doing whatever it is he promises to do, the black-haired man covers his friend’s mouth and nose with one hand and runs his hand through his friend's hair with the other. “Hush, little baby, don’t say a word. Daddy’s gonna kill you then fuck that boy.”
Though he’s stroking his friend’s hair and singing what shouldn’t even qualify as a lullaby with that chocolatey and rich voice of his, he’s also cutting off his air supply. It’s not even enough to kill him, which he’d love to do, but enough to make him… drift off.
The white-haired man fights and struggles in his friend’s grip for a bit, but soon enough and just like magic, he snoozes serenely on his friend’s lap with the expression of a precious little angel.
Sighing in relief, the black-haired man goes back on his phone. “Like clockwork.”
He sees the time on his phone and sighs. “... Isn’t the truck supposed to be coming in a bit?”
Back in Delulu Land
Body lotion, done.
Ah~ Now you’re all shiny, soft, smooth like a glazed donut while smelling like one as well.
You don’t put the bottle of lotion in the drawer this time since… Ah, right, you’re packing all of your stuff.
Should probably get back to that. How’d you forget something as important as that? (You’re mentally collapsing.)
It’s not like something so insane and mind-shatteringly world-ending just happened that it made you temporarily forget what just happened and you are now acting like everything is normal so that you won’t writhe on the floor in embarrassment and agony as the memories flood back into your mind… of course not~ (Can the building collapse already?)
…
You stand still, shiny, lubricated, and deliciously scented as Behind These Hazel Eyes blasts loudly across the tile walls.
Well, no use standing in the washroom all shiny and naked when there’s still all of your merch and whatnot that needs to be packed.
Clothes, clothes, clothes… what are you going to wear today?
Maybe a brown sweater and ripped jeans? Cardigan and checkered pants? Or, since you’ll be on the move all day, maybe something laidback and simple like a hoodie and sweatpants, one could say Yuji couture, would be optimal.
As you think about what ensemble you’ll try pulling together, you remember something and look around your washroom floor and counter.
No clothes anywhere.
Right…
You were so groggy from your nap that you didn’t bring any clothes into the washroom with you… You silly goose! (You fucking idiot!)
You look down and see the recently discarded clothes that you slept in on the ground.
A t-shirt with Bakugou on it and black pyjama shorts. It’s a bit revealing, sure, but it’s comfy as hell, satisfies the part of you that has an obsessive and parasocial relationship with the fictional hothead, and no one else but Yuji sees you in this get-up anyways, and he got used to it ages ago (and you’ve both seen moreeee than enough of each other’s bodies than just uncovered legs.)
… Well.
It’s definitely not your first choice of clothing to put on after a post-nap shower, but you can just put it on and change your clothes when you get to the closet.
…Yeah, might as well do that.
You pull the small shirt over your head, struggling a bit to fit your arms and shoulders through the holes. You bought this thing years before you started going to the gym regularly with Yuji, so it’s… a bit of a tight fit now with the shirt hugging your arms, chest, waist, and shoulders, and even stretching the fabric a bit. It fit when you wore XS shirts, but you do wear mostly medium-size shirts now, so… it’s a bit of an interesting sight. Not wanting everyday people to see you wearing a shirt that shows the goods is a clear reason you only wear this shirt at home… well, another reason is you’re not wearing Bakugou merch out in public, that’s bold behaviour and Yuji judges you enough for it (Ah, so you’re forgetting that the two guys that ARE in the living room will probably judge you too?)
The shorts come up your smooth thighs easily, and your hard-worked leg muscles are out on display for the whole wide world to see. The whole wide world, in this case, is your figurines and plushies. (Sureeeee M.C., let’s forget the two pairs of eyes in your living room… Diva, you’ve gotta stop ignoring reality already, boxes need to be packed.)
You take one final look in the mirror, and with your sleep clothes back on, you look… exactly the same as you did before! But with nicer hair and radiant skin now, of course~ Sure you look like a degen otaku gooner with an eternal boner for the blond guy from My Hero Academia, which you are, but at least the body is tea and the hair and skin are giving.
… Are you stalling?
No, of course not.
After all, what is there to stall?
Nothing! Duh, bitch.
And so, you confidently put your hand on the handle and prepare to open to door to your living room to get back to work so you can head to your new casa in the sky~
…
……
……..
Gonna open that door, M.C.?
…
M.C., you’re not mov-
It’s silent, and your body is still.
twitch
Ok, your hand just twitched, so you didn’t somehow touch the Door Handle of Instant Death and Petrification or anything, but really… what’s up?
You were so confident and ready to take on the world a few seconds ago, but as soon as your hand got on the door handle, it’s almost like someone froze you with the damn Paralyze spell from Skyrim, with the way your body is just not moving.
Why is that?
twitchtwitch
From the way your hand twitches, from the way your smile cracks, and from the way you can hear someone sigh in the living room, it’s clear that your delusional escape from reality and blissful ignorance are coming to an end, and a crashout is coming.
Twitchtwitchtwitchtwitchtwitchtwitchohfuck-
Like a dam that can’t contain an impending tsunami, your inner thoughts crash through the walls and commence the chaos and carnage that could only be held back for so long.
“FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK MY LIFEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!”
…
Thankfully, you scream on the inside and not at the top of your lungs as if Lucifer himself is impaling you on spears made of solid blood.
But don’t worry superstar, you’ll be oka-
“I’M GONNA DIE, MY LIFE IS OVER, BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? I’LL END IT MYSELF!!!” Despite you internally screaming and lashing out in anguish on the inside, your body remains relatively unmoving except for your twitching lips and hands. “I DON’T NEED TO WALK OUT OF HERE TO DIE, I CAN FIND A WAY HERE…”
With your hand still on the doorknob, you look around the see what you can use to deal the final blow to avoid imminent awkwardness and embarrassment.
Your hair dryer… maybe you could bash your head with it until you bleed out?
Maybe not. Sounds tedious, painful, and like a Mortal Kombat Fatality.
Your copious amounts of body lotion… perhaps you could drink it all and poison yourself?
Ugh, but those costed a lot of money…
With your other hand, you grip your t-shirt in frustration and anguish from the-
…
That’s it!
You can just choke yourself out with your Bakugou t-shirt! You always did fantasize about him choking you out while he bred you like he was trying to make you the world’s first pregnant man and fucked you like he didn’t respect you… at least you’d die being choked by a man you love~
But, uh, that would be an embarrassing crime scene to leave behind… You know damn well Yuji would be conflicted as to whether he should cry or laugh if he saw you dead like that.
Okay, what about-
…
Alright, while you come up with different ways to die that are becoming more and more concerning and creative… let’s recap.
No need to beat around the bush, Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru are in your apartment.
…
Well, yeah, that’s basically it.
…
Satoru and Suguru, world-famous pretty boys, Prince Charmings of the academic world, and two men who visit your daydreams among other things when you’re bored in class, on the bus, or on the treadmill, thinking that you need to have a snatched and fit body should the day come when they look your way…
The treadmill was crazy behaviour lowkey, but hey, the results couldn’t be denied! And maybe… just maybe you were manifesting this by doing that.
But jokes aside, you are understandably losing your shit.
This is actually crazy and a valid thing to crash out over.
First, those two crashed onto your apartment floor and saw you in nothing but a loose-hanging towel while you were dripping wet like a dog. (You aren’t aware that they more than liked the wet and exposed look on you.)
Second, they’re probably scrunching their faces in disgust at your dorky otakuness with all the posters, figurines, plushies, and other merch you have that concerningly almost entirely consists of handsome fictional men. (You weren’t there to see it, but Satoru’s eyes lit up when he saw your abundance of Skyrim, Genshin, and Final Fantasy merch.)
And last and definitely not least… YOU DID NOT GRAB ANY OTHER CLOTHES WHEN YOU SPEEDED INTO THE WASHROOM LIKE SONIC. (Did you just take control of the narrator’s keyboard? Go back to crashing out, we need a break from the caps lock, handsome.)
Though it is understandable why you didn’t think of grabbing clothes when you ran in. Your two celeb crushes literally fell onto your doorstep, and they saw you half-naked (Again, thank God, you aren’t aware that Satoru saw M.C. Junior and his two little twin brothers. You might be on the news if you knew.) Choosing a cute outfit to wear for moving out day was not exactly the first thing on your mind.
But here you are, husbando t-shirt, short shorts and all… with the two men you have been yearning just for a chance to utter one word to one day in your living room.
And you literally don’t know why they are here in the first place.
You’re a fan, yeah, duh. But you don’t know them like that, and neither do they know you like that.
So why are they here? And… how did they know your name and your address?
It makes no fucking sen-
…
And then, somehow, while you’re in the process of settling on choking yourself to death with your t-shirt or poisoning, Suguru’s first few words that you heard before running away, in that deliciously smooth and refreshingly cool voice of his, echo in your mind like Casanova’s first words of courtship.
“So the thing is, a close friend of ours asked us earlier if we’d be able to help him out with a little favour…”
…
There’s no way.
There is no way.
There’s no FUCKING way.
There’s no supercalifragilisticexpialidocious way on God’s green earth.
Yuji said something about having a Plan B… you remember that.
…
So, when Yuji mentioned a Plan B, you didn’t know what to expect. Sure, you were groggy and half-asleep when you got his text, but still.
You know, maybe he could have hired a crew to handle all of the packing and whatnot for you; apparently he always had the money to make things like that happen.
Or maybe he could’ve just been joking the entire time, and all was going to go as initially planned. It wouldn’t be out of character for him to do something annoying like that.
All in all, there are plenty of relatively normal things Yuji could have planned that would’ve been expected and accepted with varying degrees of ease.
You know, something realistic.
Something that didn’t involve two of some of Japan’s most elite celebrities, maybe? You try to be a humble boy after all and don’t expect things like this ever (even though recent events have shaken how you think…)
… Two of Japan’s most elite celebrities.
Two men who are part of the highest echelons in Japanese society…
…
You’ve exhausted yourself of caps lock, and you’re just full of questions now.
How in God’s joyous world did Yuji make this happen?
He just happened to know Satoru and Suguru all this time?
He listened (tolerated it to the point of considering grabbing a noose) to you endlessly go on and on about how you want both of them to one day give you just one millisecond of eye contact so that you could die a happy man, and he knew these two all this time?
He knew Suguru and Satoru, and he never introduced you to them or got you their autograph or a polaroid photo or a pen they once used or their used underwea-
Anyways, what the fuck?
First, the penthouse. Now, he somehow knows not just the CEO of Fujitsu but also Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru.
At this point, you don’t know if there’s anything else he may be hiding.
But one day, you might actually die from shock from all the surprises he and life in general have been throwing at you.
…
He has a lot of explaining to do.
And a LOT of punches to the arm and choice words to expect because now you’re gonna open this door, and stand in front of your two ultimate celebrity crushes looking like a stupid, nerdy and gay homo.
You genuinely don’t know if wearing this instead of being almost naked in front of them will be worse or better.
But with the crashout mostly finished, boxes needing to be packed no matter what, and your lease coming to a close by the ticking of the clock, you have to get a move on, despite the insanity.
…
Well, fuck.
At least you smell good.
With that, you take a deep breath, stop the music, and walk into… whatever the fuck will happen.
What’s the worst that could happen?
In this moment in time, you philosophically wonder if an early death, safe from a future of embarrassing and toe-curling moments is better than a life that was fully-lived and full of said embarrassing moments.
Would you prefer not dealing with them at all, or would you prefer to cringe to death on your deathbed?
It’s difficult to choose a side, and unfortunately, you don’t get the chance to choose.
As you slowly open the door with trepidation and hesitation and meekly peek through the crack, your simultaneously greatest wish and worst fear are your reality (peak Doki Doki Literature Club reference).
To your inner fanboy’s greatest delight, there they are on your couch.
And to your inner loser’s greatest dismay, now these two are gonna see you in what definitely isn’t your Sunday best.
Lounging on your couch and looking like they came fresh from the set, Satoru’s head on Suguru’s lap as he naps peacefully like some fluffy white cat. With how you took your time getting ready and… crashing the absolute fuck out, you guess you can’t blame the man for falling asleep, oops.
It seems like Suguru wasn’t far from joining his friend in the dream world, if his yawn was anything to go off of as he doom scrolled.
Unfortunately, you turning your music off and opening the door more and more didn’t go unnoticed by the beautiful man, and he perks up and wears a warm and welcoming smile on his picturesque face.
“Ah~ Finally, you’re done in there. You… sure like to take your time, huh? That’s no problem to me, though. I’m sure that the longer you take to get ready, the better you’ll look.” With a voice that’s like cold water, sharp, cooling, and refreshing and an eager yet perfectly practiced, refined, and poised smile that oozes charm and allure, Suguru stands up from the couch, which makes Satoru fall off Suguru’s lap and onto the floor with a loud thud and shout.
“AHH! WHAT THE FUCK?!” Satoru shouts in shock as he rubs his head.
Suguru ignores him, taking the opportunity to grab all of your attention for himself and make things right. Did he intentionally make his friend fall to the floor so Satoru looked like a fool and so that he could look like the real gentleman between the two?
Mayyyybe~
Next time, don’t smack his ass and ruin his hair, and he won’t have to play dirty like that <3.
…
Yet again, you have no words.
But fuck, who would in this situation?
You retreat a bit behind the door as he approaches you, walking smoothly as if he’s gliding through the air. It’s not that you’re afraid of him because you fear for your safety; you’re a goddamn diehard fan of this man, for fuck’s sake! You’ve been wishing for this! But when the man you dream of, talk about, and fantasize about somewhat frequently is actually here in the flesh, it’s still understandably crazy to even try accepting that he’s actually here and coming to you.
Before you even think about it, you’re about to close the door once more, your heart beating a bit too fast.
But he’s fast and not about to let you run and hide from him a second time.
He’s had his eyes set on you from the moment he saw your picture; he has a mission that he will fulfill, and… goddamn was he BORED as all fucking hell waiting for you. Like fuck man, he was down to do this whole helping you out thing because one, he’ll never ever say no to helping a cute boy in need and stealing his heart in the process, and two, he needed SOMETHING to do on a day when he was free from photoshoots and school and people and-
All of this is to say, Suguru is not letting you get away from him again.
His long legs reach you fast, and he grabs the door handle firmly yet softly. “Nuh uh uh… sorry, M.C., but I can’t let you run away again.” He smiles at you gently as he looms above you on the other side of the door crack. “Besides, we have work to do, don’t we? Your stuff isn’t going to pack itself, is it now?” His violet eyes pierce you as he’s finally able to look at you once more.
With a gentle strength that you can’t resist, he pulls the door open, getting the door that was separating him from you out of the damn way. “Let’s start all over again, hm? Let’s move past… all that transpired earlier and get to know each other.”
Oh, if only he knew how much you know about him from being a diehard fan.
Despite everything, there’s something you can’t deny.
You really do have shit you gotta get done…
With a shaky exhale and your eyes glued to the floor, you walk out of your washroom as he stands out of your way with that ever-charming smile.
“There he is, the man of the house, haha~” He stands with his arms crossed as he moves back in front of you. “It’s nice to see Prince Charming back in front of us after getting ready in his castle.” He looks over you. “Well then, let me finally introduce myself. I’m-”
He pauses.
He was glad to just see your face again after you ran away from him an hour ago, and as soon as he saw you, he was enchanted by your radiant skin, handsome face, beautiful eyes, and soft hair. He was ravenous to once more devour the sight of your face and body that bewitched him this morning and when he was on your doorstep, so he’s taking this opportunity to satiate his hunger.
But the thing is, he hadn’t gotten a good look at all of you yet after you got ready.
So when his eyes looked down and saw what you were wearing.
…
“... Pfft. ...heh. *cough* Pffthaha.”
Like a mosaic window that had already shattered once, cracks begin to appear in his suave and princely demeanour once more.
…
Your choice in clothing is… oh, oh, what the fuck are you wearing? In all his years in the fashion industry and seeing an endless plethora of styles, designs, and concepts, he hasn’t seen something like this.
Your outfit is looking camp right in the eye, Karlie Kloss at the 2019 Met Gala and all.
“I… Fuck, I’m sorry… Hah! HahahaHAHA.” He looks away and coughs, covering his mouth with a fist.
…
“I’m gonna kill myself.”
Well, you didn’t know what your first words to one of the guys who’s literally your dream man were\ gonna be, but a declaration of suicide wasn’t in your list of potential icebreakers.
But come on!
You knew you looked stupid with your fuckass t-shirt, but does he really have to fucking laugh? Oh my god, your life is over. It’s done. This is how your life is going to end. Looking like a hot mess in front of motherfucking Suguru Geto.
“No.. N-no, no, please don’t misunderstand… pUHAH-” Are those… tears coming from his eyes? …This fucking bitch, wait no, you are literally in love with him but… this fucking bitch is cry laughing at you! “You know, when we were shown a photo of who our friend needed us to help, I wasn’t expecting to see you wear something so… *cough* um… candid?” He gestures directly at your t-shirt with a hand.
…
All you can do is blush profusely as the supermodel, whom you have admired way before you even applied to UTokyo, mind you, is trying not to piss himself from laughing at your outfit.
You were clearly a fool for thinking soft skin and nice hair could cover up a fuckass outfit… but you had the spirit, at least?
Fuck, man.
… There are knives in the kitchen drawers. If you killed the two of them and yourself, you’d end your suffering, not have to deal with packing and moving, and you’d get revenge on your landlord for screwing you over by having dead bodies everywhere… you’d be killing 3 birds (and people) with one stone (a knife).
But damn…
As embarrassing and world-shattering as this is… it would go against your moral code to even imagine laying a harmful hand on a man as handsome and picturesque as him. Even if he’s clearly, emphasis on c l e a r l y, nothing like you imagined he’d be in person at this moment, that beautiful face of his is truly something to behold, even as you blush in embarrassment.
You want to look away as he laughs, but you can’t. You’re used to seeing him walk with a fierce expression on runways, a neutral and sometimes smiling face when he’s walking with Satoru around campus, or a suave and seductive gaze as he poses for magazines. Seeing him laugh so joyously, even if it’s at your expense and dignity, is… a sight you’ll surely store in your mind’s database forever.
But still, death might be better than dealing with this shit.
All you can do is let out a sigh.
But, as Suguru fucks up trying to be a gentleman who sweeps you off your feet once more, an arm wraps itself around the laughing man’s shoulders.
Seeing the perfect opportunity to turn the tide with Suguru fumbling a cutie, Satoru takes the mic this time. While Suguru tried charming you up, Satoru fixed himself up and watched from the sidelines, waiting for the perfect moment to hop in, and here is that perfect moment.
“Suguru, thank you for being a dumbass. I love you, my compatriot.” Satoru sings in his mind as he sees the crimson veil on your cute face.
“Hey, M.C.?” With a soft look in his blue eyes, Satoru finally speaks up. “Please forgive my little precious baby boy, Suguru, here. I know he’s… laughing like a hyena, but it’s not his fault that he isn’t cultured like you and me.” He dramatically shakes his head in disappointment at his friend’s blunder.
Hm?
What does he mean by that?
Why is Satoru speaking as if you and he could ever be on the same level on ANYTHING?
You? A gay otaku gooner nerd being cultured like him?
What could he-
“And oh my god! Your place has to be one of the coolest things I’ve seen in ages!” The white-haired model exclaims with sparkles in his bright blue eyes.
His kind words do make you feel somewhat better, but come on…Sir, you’re a supermodel heartthrob. You don’t have to lie for-
“And isn’t that one of the rare, limited Shiny Mega Gardevoir plushes from 2016?”
...
Wait, what?
“Mannnnn, I remember being too busy with the Met Gala at that time to get one at the Pokémon Center, so it’s cool to see one in person! Ugh, I’m jealousssss~” He says with a reluctantly admirable and definitely envious tone.
…
Oh, he knows ball. He’s in the circles. He knows the deep cuts.
And like just like magic, just like a shy little bunny changing its tune after being tempted with a carrot dangling from a stick, your defences crumble somewhat, and your excited and passionate dweeb side takes the reins.
Emboldened with the power of God and anime, you eagerly walk to your bed to grab the aforementioned plush and walk to the two men, hugging the plush like it’s some precious relic, which, it actually kinda is.
Having stopped laughing a while ago to listen in on what’s going on, Suguru is… confused. Dorkland is not his territory nor his realm of expertise, but he already fucked up twice and doesn’t wanna say anything just yet at the risk of making you uncomfortable again…
But your outfit is ridiculous… oops, intrusive thought. Bad Suguru, bad.
Anywho, seeing Satoru get the upper hand is lowkey pissing him off and making him jealous… fuck, should he have said yes to watching all those dweeb movies when Satoru asked him instead of hooking up and going on dates with male models, famous actors, and sons of CEOs? Damn, maybe.
Satoru just smiles at everything working in his favour. He saw how shy you were and how sturdy your defensive walls were. But a man like him knows his kin well, and from his observations, it seems like you like plenty of the things that he also likes. Big win, he and you already have things in common.
“Suck my big fat cock, Suguru~” He sings in his mind.
He knows that no matter how shy one may be, once you ask them about their interests and show knowledge about it, you can make someone talk just like that.
“Yeah, it is! I’m surprised you actually recognized this specific plush. It’s just one among my many plushies, but it’s 100% rarer than most of them. When I bought it, I just got it because I liked it and obviously wasn’t aware that it would reach rare collectible status years later, but yeah.”
Finally, after all the chaos that was… your previous interaction, you’re talking… actually more than that, you’re yapping… to Gojo MOTHERFUCKING Satoru, but you’re too engrossed in otaku talk to remember what this man means to you.
“Do you wanna hold it? I treat my plushies like my children. I take good care of them and wash them lots.”
Suguru feels fire burning inside of him. Damn it, he needs to do better. Damn it, Satoru! You should’ve tried harder to make him become a dork like you! He’s jealous; he can’t deny it.
“Oh, I’d love to! Thanks for trusting it with me.” He happily takes the plush from you and holds it close to his face with his hands, looking both stunning and adorable despite being a grown man. “Hey, you’re right, I can tell you take good care of them. It’s soft and smells super nice… Aw man, this is making me wanna go to the Pokémon Center sometime when I’m free. Retail therapy is calling my name…”
“Mhm, mhm, I take all of my merch super seriously.” You nod with a soldier’s discipline. “Can’t let my money go to waste or let my integrity as a fan be tarnished. And yeah, I heard there’s a new collection and new drops at the Center. I was planning on going sometime soon with a friend of mine who likes Pokémon too.” You and Yuji made plans to go there as soon as you both heard the news.
You’re so engrossed in your passion that it really flew over your head who the guys you’re talking to are, because now you look to Suguru, whose handsome, God-carved face was getting more and more grim and murderous from how left out he was feeling and seeing Satoru win. “Do you wanna hold one too? I’ve plenty of options for you to choose from!”
Taken out of his plotting to murder Satoru later, Suguru perks up as he realizes you're talking to him. He puts back on a charming smile, happy to have your attention back on him and actually be speaking to him.
“Ah, well, how could I say no to such a generous offer like that? I’d love to.” He doesn’t know jackshit about plushies, and he stopped playing the Pokémon games at Gen 4, so he isn’t exactly as passionate as you and Satoru clearly are, but he is gonna take this opportunity and make the damn motherfucking most of it.
“Hm…” His eyes roam over your… admittedly impressive and maybe concerning amount of plushes. He knows it’s been a while since he played a Pokémon game, but damn, he’s having a hard time finding one Pokémon that he recognizes from way back. Thankfully, he finds one that rings a bell, and he points to it. “Hey, that Blissey one looks cute, mind if I hold it?” He remembers having the tanky pink thing in one of his teams and how it carried him throughout his playthrough. Thank God for his brain.
“Yeah, of course!” With the enthusiasm of a child during show-and-tell, even though you’re only a few years younger than them but whatever, you hurriedly grab the pink plush from your bed and hand it to the beautiful man. “So you’re a fan of Pokémon too, huh? You’re not just some normie who only knows the basics like Pikachu and Eevee… It’s so cool to find people who actually know their stuff!”
Suguru just gratefully accepts the plush and squeezes it playfully. Oh, don’t misunderstand, he’s very much so one of the normies you speak of. The last game he played was Platinum, and he hadn’t thought of the franchise ever since… but this is a good opportunity to get on your good side and make you smile and talk, so he will just go with it. “Ah, yes, yes, haha. I love to replay Platinum and… Emerald from time to time when my schedule is noticeably less cluttered.” That was a fucking lie, but when he sees the glimmer in your eyes from hearing those words, he knows it was a lie worth telling.
And yes, Suguru is ignoring Satoru’s piercing gaze. His friend knows he’s spewing absolute bullshit and cap, but they’re both elated that you’re actually talking to them now and opening up more and more, so the white-haired man refrains from exposing him. Good boy.
Suguru squeezes the plush a bit more before figuring it’s time to get a move on with why he and his friend are here in the first place. “Well, as nice as this is, I think it’s time for some explanations and introductions. After all, my friend and I are essentially still strangers in your home.” He places the plush into one of the empty boxes near his feet before holding out a hand for you to shake. “My name is Geto Suguru, 27 years old, doing my Master’s at UTokyo in Culture and Representation, and I like to model on the sidelines. Pfft, I say, sidelines, but most times modelling takes up more of my time than school.”
“Modelling on the sidelines,” he says as if he isn’t one of the most successful and in-demand male models of all time.
… Right.
Geto Suguru is here. And he’s telling you things about himself that you knew about him ages ago. And he just held one of your plushes in his beautiful hands… You might not wash it ever again. Holy fuck.
Not wanting to make things awkward again, you grab his hand and shake it politely. “It’s… It’s really nice to meet you… Um, Geto-san?” Calling him that feels weird, considering you usually just call him Suguru in your daydreams or when you’re talking to Yuji, but this is the real man, so… you gotta be respectful and all that. It does feel somewhat weird, though.
With a warm chuckle, he brings your palm closer to him and kisses it gently.
Holy fuck, holy shit, oh my god, wait what, bitch are you joking, wait a minute, stop the motherfucking music, cut the cameras… deadass.
Did he ACTUALLY just do that?
“The pleasure is all mine, and please, just call me Suguru. I feel like after all of the chaos from earlier, we’re already more familiar than most.” The chaos being them fighting on your door, them seeing you half-naked (or fully naked, not that you know that), Suguru laughing at your outfit, and everything else. God, today has been crazy, and it’s not anywhere near evening.
“Ah, thanks… Suguru... fuck.” You pray you said that last part quietly enough for him not to hear you (He did.) You’re still not over his touch. His silky smooth yet strong and masculine hand felt warm and inviting as it enveloped your own. And his lips felt like the most luxurious of cashmere on your skin. To have the opportunity to feel his touch behind closed doors… as a fan and as a man, you’ll take this memory to the grave and hold it close to your heart among others, such as when Sukuna got all up on you on the couch that one time.
The white-haired man at the side clears his throat playfully as Suguru, for some reason, keeps your hand in his. “Hehe, mind if I introduce myself as well?” He winks cheekily.
Suguru quietly sighs and regretfully lets go of your hand to let his friend introduce himself.
“To think we could have done this an hour ago if it hadn’t been for all of the Pandaemonium earlier…” He shakes his head once more before holding his hand out towards you, similar to how Suguru did earlier. “But it is what it is, and if anything, it’ll make for funny memories for us to laugh at and blush to later on. Anywho, I’m Gojo Satoru, also 27 years old, doing my Master’s at UTokyo in Education, and I also do some modelling as well, but oh my god, Suguru speaks the truth. How can I write papers and work on my thesis when I have photoshoots almost every other day…” Once again, these two talk as if they aren’t fashion royalty. Maybe they think you don’t know ball… but you do. “Ah, you can call me Satoru, by the way.”
Satoru doing his Master’s in Education and you doing your Bachelor’s in Education definitely made the inner fanboy in you sing in joy when you first found out what he was doing at UTokyo. You didn’t pick Education just because Satoru did; you’re not that insane, but it did make you feel like you had some sort of connection with him. And since he’s apparently into the same stuff as you, it seems like you both actually have a connection now! Fuck yeah…
“It’s… ahem, it’s nice to meet you as well, Satoru.” Touching Suguru’s hand and now Satoru’s is… a lot for you to handle, so you deserve some grace for stumbling your words.
“Hehe… the pleasure is allll ours.” He chuckles playfully before kissing your hand as well.
Just like Suguru, Satoru’s skin and lips are the pinnacles of human excellence. Soft and refined to the touch, yet strong and masculine in the grip, his hand doesn’t trap yours; it enwraps it, and you love it.
He lets go of your hand, and the two of them look at you expectantly, waiting for you to introduce yourself. Ah, right, guess that’s the right thing to do… even though you’re more than certain that Yuji is the one who told them your name and address.
“Um… guess I should start by finally saying welcome to my home?” That gets a chuckle from both of them; everyone here’s more than aware of the chaos that unfolded earlier, so the humour is welcome. “I’m M.C., which you seem to know already. I’m at UTokyo as well, doing my Bachelor’s in Education and as you can tell…” You gesture to your room that’s understandably messier than it’s ever been. “I’m mostly a shut-in dork who’s getting ready to move his life to a new place and, in a way, begin anew. I, uh… already said it twice, but… It’s nice to meet you both … despite everything.”
Oh, it’s MORE than nice to meet them, actually. You have somehow remained mostly calm and collected so far, even though actual celebrities who you are obsessed with are in your home along with the fact that you actually touched them, which you have been yearning for, dreaming for, fuck, you could even say agonizing for ever since you found out about them!
God, this is fucking surreal and DEFINITELY an original experience.
“And, believe me, if I knew I was going to have guests over, I would have been prepared and had gotten dressed ahead of time.” You facepalm to hide your embarrassed scowl. “This,” You gesture to your totally ultra-glam couture ensemble, “is not what I chose to walk out of the washroom in. Evidently, I was too, y’know, preoccupied with other factors to think of grabbing an outfit from my closet.”
Suguru chuckles, which gets an elbow jabbed into his side by Satoru, which makes him flinch and clear his throat. “No, no, please don’t worry about it. I do apologize for losing my composure earlier. I mentioned it already, but I really was just, uh, taken aback. A friend showed us your Instagram beforehand so we could see who we were helping, and your photos were more, let’s say, curated. But for what it’s worth, I think only you can make an outfit like that look good.” He says with a jokingly appraising tone and look.
“It’s… fine. Honestly, don’t worry about it. I’d laugh at myself too if I really think about it.” That was sweet of him.
“But more importantly, and I was thinking about it earlier, but considering I don’t have a long list of people in my life to think of, I’m guessing this particular friend of yours has pink hair, owns too many pairs of sweatpants and ripped jeans, and can eat all the junk food he wants without getting fat like a pig?”
They both laugh at the accurate descriptor of the pink fireball. “You know what, M.C.? That’s exactly how we’d describe Yuji as well.” Satoru says with fondness and exasperated affection. “But yeah, he’s the one who asked to help you out after his truck situation got all messy.”
“Hm, so I guess you could say you’re friends with him too?” This is a question you need answered, NOW.
Suguru chimes in, “Yep, I don’t think it’d be a stretch to say he’s kind of like a little brother to us as well.” Satoru nods fondly at that.
Yuji definitely feels that same stress that only a little brother can feel from them, their antics, nonsense, and bullshit, just as much as from Sukuna, but they won’t mention that. And they know the kid loves them.
…
So, it’s true.
It’s canon, even.
All this time.
All this goddamn motherfucking time, as if he was Hannah Montana and you were Lily or some shit, he was truly, truly living a secret double life.
When he wasn’t chilling or sleeping at your apartment, he was in a penthouse.
When he wasn’t hanging out with you, he was probably chilling with celebs.
When you both took the metro, he could’ve just driven you both around in some sports car.
…
He told you his reasons for why he kept his secrets, and you truly hold no ill will towards him.
But as these secrets unravel themselves one by one… how can your mind not start playing the drowning music from Sonic?
And this one secret in particular… he knows veryyyyyyy damn well how much of a fan you are of these two… and he was friends with them this whole damn time?!?!?
…
“Wow, I had no idea.”
Oh, my god. You want to scream and freak out.
It seems like they think that you don’t know just how big their names are. You’re obviously more than aware, and you actually want to worship and make love to the ground they walk on and beg for them to step on you and have one of them pin your arms above your head while the other grips your waist with his big, strong hands, BUT you’ve somehow managed to stay relatively chill and nonchalant. Maybe all that crashing out earlier was good for you, and you burned all that fuel away.
And this is a good thing, you know you’re a thirsty and yearning fanboy, but you should just stick with acting like you guys are just regular men that just attend the same school and have a mutual friend and not make them uncomfortable with your fanboy-ness. You remember watching that “Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto Read Thirst Tweets” video a while back and they’re more than aware of the wild shit their fanboys (INCLUDING YOU) are thinking when it comes to them (Though they did seem like they were having fun in that video…)
So… just keep it cute and nonchalant. For their sakes and definitely for yours as well.
But you need to say something to your best friend. Your pal. Your Day 1. Your ride or die.
Your peanut butter to your jelly. The butterflies you feel in your belly. The captain to your first mate. The chills on your first date. (Peep the Perfect Two reference).
“Sorry, give me a sec, please. Just gonna thank Yuji for his help.”
You pull your phone out of one of the pockets in your shorts and open your Messages app.
📲💗
me: im gonna eat ur ass
me: FUCK
me: *beat
me: fuck u. sleep with one eye open be careful of anything u eat or drink and if u one day find a large hole where ur big ass should be on all of ur sweats IT WAS ME u BITCH
stupid: love u <3
stupid: yknow since i got u to meet ur dream husbands i’d say im deserving of that ass eating 😹
me: no
📲💗
You sigh and place your phone on your bed before stretching a bit as you look at the array of still unpacked merch, memorabilia, and clothing.
“With that done, guess I should see how much else needs to be packed and what can go where…”
You didn’t notice it, but with your gaze elsewhere, the two older men didn’t deprive themselves of checking you out once more. They only came here because they thought you were hot after all, can’t blame them for treating their hungry eyes once more.
That tight-fitting white t-shirt that hugs you in all the right places, and those shorts that treat them to the sight of your thighs that they didn’t see earlier because of the towel you had wrapped around your waist, it’s a sight for their once-bored eyes.
There’s nothing that you can do about it, and thank God your mind is too elsewhere to notice it, but the way your smooth skin shines in the sunlight and the way your pecs and pert butt make the fabric of your small and tight clothing strain makes their mouths salivate, their eyes darken, and their blood travel down south.
Their violet-sapphire gaze travels across your body in appraisal, appreciation, and attraction, then they look at each other.
Suguru mirrors the same gaze and smirk that Satoru has.
Silently chuckling deviously like immature teenage boys, Satoru sneakily makes a fingering motion with his right hand, and Suguru pretends that he’s spanking someone, a clear display that you aren’t aware of what they’d like to do to you, with enough time and getting to know each other, of course.
Like the debacherous playboys they are, they subtly bump their fists together, a silent good luck gesture they do whenever they’re about to flirt up and compete over a guy who has caught their fancy.
With all of their professional and academic accolades and recognitions and the high-class and princely public images they’ve created for themselves, one wouldn’t expect them to act so… juvenile behind closed doors.
Eh, they are just young men at the end of the day, so some immaturity and boys-will-be-boys behaviour should be expected. They can be genuinely polite and respectful and sweet, sure, but there’s a reason Yuji can get exhausted when dealing with them.
“Well.” You speak up and, none the wiser, look back at them. Without you noticing anything, they smoothly straightened themselves up and smiled at you. Suguru’s expression was calm and suave, and Satoru’s was more bubbly and jovial. “I think today’s game plan is fairly straightforward, but I don’t mind going over it. It’s simple, really. We’ll pack my stuff, put them all in the truck, and drive to my new place.” Saying your “new place” feels kind of weird, but you don’t feel like explaining where it is you’ll be living to them, since it’s still hard for you to wrap your own head around.
“Mhm! Happy to help, M.C.!” Satoru says with a chipper tone. “The clock is ticking, and we are getting close to 3:30, but working fast is nothing new or difficult for Suguru and me.” He speaks with confidence and assurance.
Suguru chimes in and wraps an arm around his friend’s shoulder smugly. “Yes, and with our experience finishing thesis revisions and updates due at midnight and changing entire outfits in just one minute at fashion shows, we’ve become quite the champions of working fast and proficiently.” He says with smug confidence. “You’re in good hands, M.C., I might even go as far as to say Yuji sending us over was actually a blessing for you, M.C.~.” He winks at you cheekily, which makes you look away briefly from the way that made your heart jump.
Oh, he has no idea how true that is…
You chuckle sheepishly. “Heh, maybe you’re right. Yuji has good intentions… usually.” His pranks warrant you adding that last word. “And he always loves to help me out, but… he gets distracted… a lot.” You shake your head just thinking about the times when you’re both trying to study, and he’ll randomly bring up random shit like some lore about some niche game, which ends up distracting you as well, and you both end up wasting a lot of time just yapping. Sometimes you wonder how he and you are the top 2 ranked students in your program…
“He likes to blast loud music and sing and shout along when he tries to do things like this,” You gesture to your messy room, “and, as a result, he can sometimes end up wasting time. I like playing music whenever I do anything but… yeah, he can be scatterbrained, so maybe it’s a good thing to have professionals like you here.” You’re surprised that you’re able to talk to your idols so… casually, but you guess talking to them and seeing them act so… normal just naturally made that happen. Don’t misunderstand, you’re still on the verge of screaming, crying, and throwing up because you love them and want to explode into a million pieces, but… work is work, and you don’t want to scare your helping hands away… holy shit, how is your life real?
Satoru and Suguru do remember hearing Cyndi Lauper being blasted in Yuji’s room along with him shouting the lyrics from all the way downstairs when they were lounging and doing whatever on their phones, which is crazy considering the distance from his room to the living room and how all of their rooms are actually supposed to be soundproof. That means he was BLASTING that shit at max volume and well beyond what human ears should tolerate.
How is Yuji not deaf with bloody ears and wrinkles from the wind generated by those turbulent sound waves?
It seems that Yuji going to the club frequently with him, Sukuna, Suguru, and Toji, trained him and his ears very well. Their little brother grew up so fast and is growing up to be like his big bros… it could bring a tear to their eyes…
“Oh, yes, M.C.~ There’s nobody more professional than us two~!” Satoru rolls up the sleeves of his checkered Burberry dress shirt up to his elbows and flexes his arms, showing strong forearms and biceps that pop under the shirt. If only he knew what such a sight did to your heart and friend down there… “You’ve got two strong men at your disposal… though I must say, you’ve got quite the form yourself, hehe~...” He approves of your more than exposed muscles with a thumbs up.
If Yuji, Sukuna, or Kento heard him call himself and Suguru professional, they’d scoff and shake their heads, knowing how the two men are behind closed doors and away from the camera lens.
“He’s not wrong…” Suguru nods his head slowly in agreement with Satoru’s words. “You’re no slouch, it seems. Do you work out quite often?” He asks with a… tone you can’t put words to.
It’s a relatively normal question for guys to ask each other, but… dude, this isn’t just any dude!
In what universe are you just supposed to react normally to Suguru and Satoru staring at you and talking about your body, especially when you just met them?!
Still… you have to try to act normal.
Just try.
With an awkward cough, you look away from their eyes. “Thanks, you two… and to answer your question, I like to go to the gym whenever Yuji goes… which is actually quite frequently. A lot of my time is spent behind a screen, so he and I figured I should also spend a good chunk of it moving my body around… But, I’m glad results are showing, haha.” You laugh awkwardly and scratch your hair. “But uh, enough about that… I really think we should get to work now.” True, but you’re also not sure how much more attention you can handle before you pass out. You always yearned for just a millisecond of their attention in the past, but now that it’s all on you in this moment, it’s actually quite a lot to fathom and handle.
Suguru smiles and looks to Satoru. They know they’re getting to you. “Ah, silly us… You’re right. That is why we’re here after all.”
“And definitely not anything else~” He says smugly in his head.
With a flex of his two hands, Satoru speaks as they get ready. “Well, boss, we’re all yours,” he says as they get ready to work and walk around your apartment to see where to start.
…
Why does the air feel so different? How are these two able to change the atmosphere so easily? First, they were fighting like boys on your floor. Then, they were looking all cute with your plushies, with Satoru showing his proclivities to the way of the loser. Now, they’re able to carry themselves and speak in such a fluid, suave and casual way that completely differs from their earlier buffoonery and kiss your hand and speak in a way that makes you feel hot and flushed. None of it feels fake either; it feels so real and genuinely them. They seem to possess a power to completely control the atmosphere of a room that seems to be on another level, a testament to the calibre of men they are.
As a fan, it’s interesting and life-changing to see how the men you see on the screen or briefly on campus act in real life, and you’re not sure how to describe how it makes you feel. You know you don’t hate it, though.
And as a man, with feelings and desires, this is all great. Two men you love, by some crazy twist of fate, are talking to you, giving you attention, willing to help you, and… are maybe even looking at you in a certain way? You don’t know if that’s just how they are and if they talk like that with every guy they come across, but you’re not dense. Insane, sure, but not completely dense. The eyes they look at you with are eyes you use yourself when staring at a man you appreciate.
But still. You?
You consider yourself a pretty handsome fellow, all things considered, but c'mon now.
Of all people? When they have millions upon millions of people to choose from, they’re looking and talking to you like that? You know you just said you’re not dense, but… You are literally a regular guy. How in God’s name is this actually real?
With everything that’s been happening, not just this, you find yourself jumping between several positions. You go from “This is not real” to “Ok, I accept that this is reality” to “Is this actually happening?” and you just go around like a bouncy ball bouncing everywhere.
No regular person can just be moving to a penthouse and meet celebrities and be like, “This is normal.” You have tried to act like things are normal multiple times in the past few weeks and obviously multiple times today, but they clearly aren’t NORMAL.
Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru are just in your home one day, and you’re supposed to just heehee haha, carry on and not scream and freak out or beg to suck their cocks at the same time?
Be so fucking for real.
…
Well, at least you did get somewhat comfortable with them after seeing them act like fools and finding out Satoru is a knowledgeable nerd and seemingly shares the same interests as you… Actually, it seems Suguru knows his stuff too… (He doesn’t, but you don’t need to know that). Common interests are always good icebreakers, it seems, even between celebs and regular folk.
…
Okay, work, work, work! Gotta get started now.
Time to go back to acting like everything is normal.
For what it’s worth, you’re doing a mostly good job with the acting.
And thankfully, even though your inner thoughts are usually extensive yapfests and ramblings with lots of words and sometimes lots of spiralling, they don’t actually last a super long time and result in people staring at you strangely as you just stand there saying nothing on the outside, while saying a lot on the inside.
“I… really do appreciate the help you two. Even though it’s most definitely probably not how you both envisioned your Saturday going, this really does save me from a lot of stressing.” You say gratefully, which gets you a warm smirk and a “No worries” from Suguru and a cheery smile and thumbs up from Satoru.
You run to the washroom to grab your Bose speaker, and you set it on your bedside table. “Do you two mind if I play music while we work? I know I literally just dragged Yuji for doing the same thing, but I’m less prone to getting distracted, unlike him.” You attempt to say confidently with a pat on your back.
“Yesss, I’m all for it.” Satoru jumps to you gleefully. “But do you mind if I make a request?’
With him close to you, his scent gently wraps around you like a sweet hug. Again, he mentioned in an interview what scent he wore, which resulted in you going to the store to smell a sample, but, in real life, from the man himself, it’s an entirely incomparable experience that imagination couldn’t conjure or smelling from the bottle could compare to.
Tobacco Vanille by Tom Ford, a sensual and spiced blend of masculine tobacco and soft and sweet tobacco.
Though you’ve yet to really get to know him and only his public persona, you know this scent suits a man like him.
The warm vanilla represents his playful and sweet side that you see him show when goofing with Suguru and showing interest in your things, and the strong tobacco makes you remember the seductive, suave and luxe image he’s known for worldwide, the persona that long since had you and many others smitten by him and others wish to be him.
“If it’s okay with you, M.C…, could I pick some songs to play?” You didn’t expect that.
“I’ve got some fun songs in mind, and I want to test you out… I have a feeling that you might like the songs I choose as we seem to…,” He grabs one of your nearby plushes and cutely kisses its cheek, “already have some things in common. So how about it?
“Oh, uh, sure, why not?” Your finger was about to tap a song on your Liked Songs, but… if Gojo Satoru asks you for anything, especially when he acts like that, which he’s never done in front of the camera… there’s no universe where you’d say no. “Here you g-”
But before you can hand the white-haired model your phone, a different hand graciously accepts it.
“You’re too kind, M.C.,” Suguru says smugly as he waves your phone near his face. “I’ll just choose some songs and add them to the queu-”
“Su-gu-ru~ He was going to give me his phone, and I asked him nicely, did I not?” Satoru says with a stiff, playful tone. He’s keeping his joyous smile, but his eyes look a bit… threatening? “Mind giving it to its intended recipient?
“Mmm, should I, though?” He says as if he did nothing wrong. “I’m just adding some songs to the queue as well; you didn’t say your songs had to be the first ones playing. So, I’ll just put my songs at the front.” Lowkey, he kinda got Satoru there. But, damn, talk about petty.
“Wellllll~ I think he should listen to my songs first. I asked nicely, and he and I obviously have more in common than you.” He’s still smiling but, uh, those words were kind of venomous. “Do you really think he wants to listen to the Backstreet Boys of all people?”
“Uh, I actually do like the Backst-”
As if you aren’t even there, Suguru claps back at his friend… and is that thunder you hear rumbling in the air? It’s a sunny day, though… “Dude, they made hits, and we both literally sing along to their songs whenever they come up. Besides, I think M.C. would love listening to them instead of Hilary Duff.”
“Ooh, I like Hilary Duff too! I loved her first album when I was a ki-”
“Man, you’re acting like you don’t also have her albums saved on your Spotify account, you’re such a liarrrrr. Come on, man, I literally asked him if I could play music.”
“And look what that got you, an empty hand with no phone. Funny that. Anyways, I’ll be adding songs while you get redder than a tomato.”
…
They don’t hear you, and their words are getting snarkier as they begin to push each other for your phone.
….
So, from what you’re gathering from this… admittedly childish display, they actually both have the same taste in music and like the exact same artists, they’re just acting this way because they wanna be the first one to play songs for you… For what?
… Um.
So, these are the princes you have fantasized maniacally over for a really long time?
These are the high-fashion, world-renowned, and immensely revered supermodels and academic geniuses that you and millions of others dream will one day look your way, sweep you off your feet, and drive you away in a sports car or a pumpkin carriage?
These are the supposed gods among men who exude nothing but class, luxury, and glamour?
… Because right now, what you’re seeing is two adult teenage boys fighting over something that didn’t need to be fought over in the first place.
And weren’t you guys about to get to work?
…
Uh oh, Satoru is grabbing Suguru’s manbun; this is bad.
Did Suguru really just call Satoru that?
Ow, that kick to the groin even made you cross your legs a bit.
Aren’t their clothes mega expensive? If Yuji were wearing Burberry, you’d never pull him by the collar like you’re seeing right now.
All this over who gets to play music first?
…
Uh...
So, you can't believe you'd ever in your entire life think this, but is it too late to ask for Yuji to come instead?
Notes:
guys we can be honest its been a hot minute since youve heard from me but ur boy is back....
my reason: first of all this was a thiccy to write but im alr writing the next chapter as we speak MWAHAHA im sooooo bad *white mom voice*
also i was writing other things, working my big boy job, and playing repo and genshin
also oh my god update: i got e2s1 mydei in hsr and c2r1 durin in genshin so yeah a reason i was occupied was bc i was in gacha gay hell
also work is kinda busy... and yeah im posting this on another work trip LOL my job kinda has me going place to place time to time but its a fun time w good money so slay
but ENOUGH AB ME LIKE UR NOT THE MAIN CHARACTER... well this is male reader fic so i am the mc but so r u but whatever #gaysolidarity
i hope i liekd this thicc one, im happy to get back into writing the plot and furthering the main story and building dynamics and relationships and whatever
i love sexy smut smut but i do want to write a story and let us get to form relationships and have memorable moments w the guys b4 we do the frick frack yknow what i mean??? i know us gays love the sex but we r loverboys too who want to form bonds too right? <3
endless sex is good but plot and stories make the story have substance, i feel.
anywho hope u like this, im happy to bring u something again...
feel free to leave comments and call me a loser for not posting something sooner or u can say nice words too those r okay too im a guy who likes many things....
also if u havent tried the fenty skin salted caramel lotion oh my fucking god try it it makes me smell soooo fucking goood like deadass
and yes i have a rare shiny mega gardevoir plush from 2016 that i got when i went to tokyo... mwahahah
bye handsome <3
Chapter 10: images shattered, new ones made
Summary:
They aren't who you exactly imagined them to be.
But that's okay.
In fact, not only is that okay, but it's ideal.
No story is fun if it goes exactly as you expect it to, after all.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
In the past, when you thought of your beloveds, you indulged and fantasized many times, conjuring countless delusions and scenarios in your mind for your parasocial pleasures and satisfaction.
In classes, in sleepless nights, in rides back home or to school, daydreams of these men were common episodes in the television show that is your mind.
One time, you were the young prince of some faraway kingdom, and they were two upstanding and handsome knights who vied for your heart and hand in marriage. Another time, you were the young heir to a powerful CEO, and they were your two bodyguards who secretly wanted you to be more than just their client. And sometime ago, you were the rogue thief seeking escape through the woods, and they were two bounty hunters who caught you and sought to reform you through, let’s say, unconventional means.
All of this is to say, and by no one’s fault but your own, you had several ideas of how your dream crushes would act should you have ever been chosen by the gods to be blessed with the opportunity to meet them.
You expected class and sophistication. You imagined playful but charming demeanours. You expected politesse and hands that would hold the door for you and encircle your waist, firmly but gently, in a claim and protection.
Thoughts of one or the other and sometimes even both of them holding you close in bed, taking you on long drives at 2 in the morning, or bringing you to a faraway and endless beach somewhere for rest, relaxation, and pleasure brought you comfort when life got tough, or you were feeling a little lonely.
…
But, in this moment, you find those images, dreams, and fantasies shattering like a window that got shot.
“You fucking whore!”
“You ugly boar!”
“Wait, that rhymed~.”
“Good one, I know~.”
Because right now, in your own goddamn home, those same men who you endlessly imagined to be luxe and classy Prince Charmings are now pulling each other's hair and ruining each other’s most definitely expensive clothes as they fight over your phone over who gets to play some fucking music.
As each millisecond passes, it’s like you're watching a game of REPO. With each yank, pull, and kick to their surely priceless hair, clothes, and bodies, you can see the value of money going down the drain. Sure, they’re definitely rich as hell, but… maybe value your beautiful, god-bestowed selves and your clothes more?
Besides, is who plays music first really that serious?
…
And don’t you have shit to pack and a truck coming soon!?!?!?!?
You’re forever going to be a diehard fan of Suguru and Satoru, your princes, your beloveds, your kings, your gods, but the clock is ticking, and while this could be silly and cute at any other time, enough is ENOUGH.
“Okay, GUYS!”
You never thought of a universe where you’d have to do this, but you raise your voice at the two princes of the fashion and academic worlds, who are older than you, mind you.
“I appreciate you being here, I really do, but would you mind… You know, not potentially breaking all of my stuff by turning this place into a Hunger Games arena?”
Thankfully, thankfully, though their hands are still gripping each other’s hair, they at least stop fighting and look at you, with their eyes widening as if they just remembered you were there and they were trying to impress you by being the distinguished and suave gentlemen they’re known to be.
As if brought back to the real world, the two men look around to see their hands in their best friend’s hair and your eyes giving both of them a clear message, “Are you bitches fr rn?”
They separate quickly and fix their clothes and hair once they realize they lost form once again and are completely fucking up Mission: Sweep M.C. off of His Feet, which they hate to admit they’ve been doing since they got here.
They can truly be Prince Charmings and the ideal standard of what a gentlemen is, but… It’s just that when they’re together, they sometimes bring the best and right now, the worst out of each other.
“H-hey, M.C.~” Suguru says. Okay, his cheeks reddening and him awkwardly rubbing the back of his head is pretty cute. Seems like he’s than aware that he fucked up and was the main perpetrator of that nonsense.
Satoru fiddles with his fingers as he looks down ashamedly. “Sorry about that, I don’t know what came over us~ Hehe, this is our first day off after a while, so I think the two of us are just eager to let off some steam after dealing with professionals and professors and all that jazz by being a lil rowdy.” Satoru’s attempt at damage control is sort of sound, and hey, his beautiful face looking at you like the 🥺 emoji is definitely working to his advantage.
“Satoru… nice save!” Suguru thinks in his mind as he looks at his friend in admiration at his quick thinking and smooth words. “You sexy motherfucker, you…”
“Yeah, yeah~ You understand, right? Our lives are just so busy, and when you have so many people to impress, so many hands to shake, and endless brands to represent… sometimes, you wanna just let out all that tension and let loose! I guess, to us, that means… getting a bit wild?” He’s not even sure if he believes the bullshit coming out of his mouth, but he’s desperate at this point to say anything that won’t make you kick them out.
…
Now, realistically speaking, and if you wanted to go down the logically sound path, the best thing to do would be to just kick them out of your home and handle the packing and moving all of your stuff on your own. The fact is, a lotttt of time has been wasted. Well… you’re to blame as well since you did take almost an hour getting ready and crashing out at the same time, but whatever.
…
But with the two of them cutely and awkwardly shuffling in front of you and looking away like two naughty schoolboys getting scolded while simultaneously also looking like they're about to walk on the runway as always, you could never turn them to the door. They’re too hot for you to do that.
Well, it’s not like you were ever going to kick them because it’s Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru you’re talking about here, it just would make sense if you chose to do so.
“... Okay. Sure, I guess I can understand that, maybe? But was fighting over my phone like two moms of five on Black Friday really the move?” You give a slight glare to Suguru, who started the fight, then to Satoru, who went along with it, which made them stiffen and straighten like soldiers being addressed.
They say nothing to that… again, like two children being scolded.
Well, it’s not like they really had anything more to say.
“Uh, anyways, just… I don’t know, do rock, paper, scissors or something and let’s actually get to work… please?”
You could just… take your phone from them, but it’s not like this isn’t giving you some entertainment, that you, as a fan, are eating up ravenously and loving that no one but you gets to enjoy this sight. If anything, being able to see that this is how they act in private is somewhat of a privilege.
The two of them look up at you and immediately perk up.
…You’re not kicking them out?
Well, they aren’t gonna look a gift horse in the mouth and not listen to you.
And so, with fire in their eyes, sparks flying around them, and… the sound of a crowd cheering? (You look around the room, and there’s no crowd, so how are they doing that?) They get into position and hold their hands out.
“Scared, Satoru?” Suguru taunts, his violet eyes glinting competitively.
Satoru just scoffs at his friend’s cocky behaviour, flexing his hand that he demands gives him victory.
With deep breaths, a “Jan-ken-pon!”, and a drum roll (again, where the fuck are these noises coming from?), they bring their hands down at the same time to reveal…
Suguru’s fist closed like a rock, and Satoru’s hand over it like a sheet of paper.
“Nah, I’d win,” Satoru says smugly as his best friend dramatically falls to his knees and bitterly pounds his fist on the floor.
With that, Satoru takes out your phone that he kept in his pocket and skips to you like he’s prancing in a field of flowers and holds a hand up high, looking at you expectantly.
It’s so ridiculous and extra, but he’s also being very adorable right now, so you entertain him and give him a high-five. “Are you happy now?” You ask, unable to hold back your smile at the man’s whimsiness.
“Duh~ Man, there’s nothing better than winning and seeing Suguru on his knees where he belongs.” He says as he picks his first song to play. Damn, brutal.
“Lalalala~” He sings as the intro to Come Clean by Hilary Duff starts to play.
“Let’s gooo back~ Back to the beginning~” The white-haired man sings and walks to your shelf of male figurines, finally ready to tackle the behemoth that is packing stuff away.
Watching the man you fantasized so much about in the past acting so jovial and vibrant, so unlike anything you imagined before, is interesting. It’s so endearing and cute, and you can’t help but shake your head and smile at him.
But you’re not oblivious to the defeated man who still has his perfect face on your floor and his feet and hands reluctantly tapping to the beat of the music.
It was funny to see him lose, but you won’t tell him that. Instead, you approach the man on the floor and put a hand on his back to comfort him.
His… expansive, muscular, and athletic back…
Hehe… c’mon now, who wouldn’t take the opportunity to touch their celebrity crush? Fuck… you’re just touching his back and rubbing circles to hopefully make him feel better, but… You can’t help but imagine a different type of scenario where your hands would be on his back for an entirely different reason…
Fuck, fuck! Ok, right, you have a job to do. Calm down, you goddamn pervert.
“Doing alright there?”
You ask him kindly, which only gets you a depressed and defeated and incomprehensible “Mmmmmmmm…” from the supposed god among men.
Again, this is one of the guys you imagined would be nothing but classy and pristine?
Good lord…
Well, he can’t be depressed forever, as cute as it is to see him whine at his big age.
“Just because you lost doesn’t mean you can’t play music too, you know?” Again, you just get another “Mmmmm.” from the man, which, what the fuck does that even mean? You don’t understand "handsome blob on the floor" speak.
As this happens, Satoru is on the sidelines singing like an angel with joyful eyes as he takes your figurines out of the shelves and expertly stores them to ensure that they won’t get harmed as the boxes move around in the truck. If his knowledge of Pokémon merch wasn’t enough to convince you that this supermodel was a dork, the way he handles figurines fully convinces you now. Only a true loser understands how much care and precision go into packing those things.
Okay, you need to get Suguru off the floor now, since this is just getting sad, and there are more important things to focus on.
But what could get him off the floor? Sure, you’re a fan of the supermodel, but you don’t actually know him as a person yet and-
…!
Wait!
Almost like you were in a Danganronpa class trial, a truth bullet pierces the screen, and a “Now I understand!” can be heard in your head.
You have the perfect way to get him off the ground so he can finally do what he came here to do because… Satoru is definitely winning right now.
“Hey, Suguru.” Another whine from the man can be heard, indicating that he’s listening. “Since I’ve somehow been blessed with the opportunity to, for some reason, have supermodels in my home right now… would you mind giving me some advice on how to dress? Maybe even pick out an outfit for me? I’d like to look good just in case there are people where I’m moving to.”
You smirk at your genius idea.
Duhhhhh, it makes perfect sense. Models, clothes, dressing up, it literally makes sense!
Now, you’re no fashion disaster… as much as your current outfit begs to differ, but forget about that right now! You actually have quite a nice sense of fashion and style for a homo nerd such as yourself. You have a fair amount of clothes and shoes that reflect the aesthetic that you’ve curated for yourself over the years.
For those days when you want to feel the breeze of the air and maybe show off your results at the gym, a form-fitting t-shirt and some jeans work perfectly.
And for those days or nights that are a bit chilly and you want to look both cozy and well-dressed, you’ve made cardigans and slacks your signature.
In fact, you’d say you’re more well-dressed than Yuji, who dresses like your typical sports boy with his sweatpants, hoodies, and occasional ripped jeans.
No shade, of course. Yuji pulls off the look damn well and has the body and face to make anything look amazing, but still.
But while your reason for suggesting Suguru pick out your outfit for today was mainly because it seemed like a good way to get him off the damn floor… he actually might have some good ideas.
He is one of today’s living icons of the modern fashion world after all, who wouldn’t want to take the opportunity to get some pointers from one of the greatest?
Thankfully, that gets the black-haired man to perk up and get his face off the floor.
“Ooh, hey, that sounds fun actually!” One side of his face is marked and redder than the other by being pressed on the carpet, but you won’t mention that; he still looks like a million bucks anyway.
And as if he wasn’t sulking on the floor like a toddler who got his toy taken from him, he stands up strong, stretches his arms, and puts a hand on your shoulder, warming it with his own personal temperature.
“I guess Satoru can play his music all he wants… I’ve something better.” He speaks softly and playfully in your ear. “My own doll to play dress-up with…” His warm breath and playful yet… possibly flirtatious words send shivers down your spine and make your skin take on a crimson flush.
Seeing your reaction makes the man smirk in satisfaction, loving that look on your face.
He takes his hand off your shoulder reluctantly; he’d love to tease you some more and make you even more flustered, but alas, work calls and besides, doing too much at once and making you tip over already wouldn’t be as fun.
He has learned over the years that the chase and the courting are some of the best parts of pursuing a man. It isn’t always best to immediately jump in the deep end, and with you in particular, he wants the journey to be as vivacious and flavourful as possible.
“I’ll hold you to it, M.C. It’s a promise, okay?” He says as he walks to your closet, ready to fold and pack the remainder of your clothes as well as look at potential outfits for you. “But let’s get some work done and have our fun after a bit, yeah?” He says with a wink and rubs his hands before getting to work.
…
Well, that’s that.
After getting introduced to, seeing first-hand, and trying to learn how to manage the unpredictable and handsome duo of chaos that is Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, they’re finally at work.
Sure, instead of helping you pack and get ready, which they themselves said is why they came here at all, they instead wasted valuable time and crashed into your home while you were half-naked, saw you half-naked, rough-housed multiple times, and laughed at your outfit (That was only Suguru, but whatever).
But hey, they’re finally putting those beautiful hands to work now, and that’s all that matters.
And besides… they are literally your crushes, you’re willing to give their beautiful, sexy, handsome, godly, dazzling, and divine selves some grace. You could never be mad at those faces… It’s just not in your moral code. Handsome men, especially ones like Suguru and Satoru, always deserve to be cut some slack in your books. If they want to act like immature and rebellious teenage boys for a bit… that’s okay ♡. Boys will be boys, they say.
…
Alright, well, you’re not helping by standing here and watching them… And while you have a feeling they’d be happier if you did exactly that, you’d feel lame if you just sat and did nothing, especially since they came all the way here to help you.
Now, do you know that they came here only because they thought you were hot and not really because they had chivalrous intentions?
No, and they’ll keep it that way.
As far as you’re aware, they were simply helping their lil bro Yuji out in his time of need… that paints them in a better light, so, duh, they’re keeping the story like that.
But anywho, with a little stretch of your own, you walk to the many posters on your walls and start to take them down, contributing to Project: Move My Life.
Let’s pray no more chaos ensues, hm?
It’s funny, really.
With both of them (and you too, if we’re being honest) focused, in the zone, and not yapping and causing chaos, internal and external, because of said yapping, boxes are getting packed and put to the front like Tetris.
It’s almost like you guys are elves in Santa’s factory or something.
But it’s not like the packing process has been an entirely hush-hush endeavour so far. With not even an hour passing, you’ve learned that silence is just not their style.
Satoru and Suguru are loud, talkative, and spontaneous. Poster child extroverts, if you will. Very much so Yap-a-tron 5000.
It’s like you’re dealing with two Yujis that just ate a whole bag of sugar.
As such, multiple times while you were all doing things like folding clothes, rolling up posters, or properly packing away figurines and plushies, Satoru, Suguru, or sometimes even both of them, would grab your attention by having something to say. Sometimes it had to do with your things, sometimes it didn’t.
For example…
20 minutes ago
It was relatively chill, and work was getting done.
It’s still insane that you’re packing your belongings away with your celeb crushes, but you’re past crashing out for now.
And damn, they definitely weren’t lying or exaggerating when they said they were fast when working at the last minute.
Satoru was putting your collectibles away safely with an expert’s eye, and Suguru was efficiently and with the eyes of a seamster, folding your clothes perfectly and organizing them by colour in milliseconds as if he were Erika from Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper.
But at one point, while you were rolling up and folding the last of your posters, Satoru let out an excited shout, which got your attention as he pointed at one of your rare figurines that surprisingly wasn’t a hot fictional man.
“No way!!! M.C., this black mage figure…” He gently holds the little mage boy close to his bewitched eyes. “This is a figure of Vivi from Final Fantasy IX, right?! Does that mean IX is one of your favourite Final Fantasy games?” He asks the question quickly and with the pace of an excited kid.
… Once again, his knowledge has proved that this world-renowned fashion icon is somehow one of your own.
And at the mention of hearing something you love being the topic of discussion, your eyes light up like Christmas lights, and you walk over to the supermodel excitedly.
“... Yes… Yes, oh my god, yes! IX isn’t just my favourite Final Fantasy game, it’s one of my favourite video games, period! For me, it has my favourite cast of characters, some of the best music, some of the best world-building, and one of the best soundtracks in music history.” The yapping has commenced. “The title track is enough to bring me to tears, I can’t lie. And the song when everyone teams up to bring Zidane back to his senses? God, that’s like the pinnacle of video game history for me.”
Everything single thing you yap about has Satoru nodding his head in agreement with enthusiastic “Mhm”s and “I know, right!”s.
His bright blue eyes show his excitement at finally having someone to talk about his nerdy interests.
He loves fashion, and he loves academics; however, environments filled with models, designers, supervisors, and professors aren’t exactly spaces where he can expect to find someone who can talk with him about which Final Fantasy game has the best overworld soundtrack.
“No, 100%, M.C., you totally get it. Yeah, sure, games like VII and X are amazing in their own right and deserve their flowers, but games like IV, VI, and IX need to be brought up more in discussions when talking about which is the best Final Fantasy game. Special shoutout to VI, because I think that game has the best protagonist and a godtier villain. Terra, to me, is the prime example of what peak character development for a protag looks like.” Just like you, Satoru is yapping like the fantasy dork he is.
From the sidelines, as he folds your cardigans and sweaters properly, Suguru is just looking at you guys with a confused face as he listens to both of you speak in some incomprehensible and nonsensical language from a foreign universe.
“Fucking nerds”. That's all he says quietly to himself as he shakes his head and drowns out your dweeby dweeb to hum along to the music playing.
...
“... Should I ask Satoru if I can borrow his games sometime?” He thinks to himself. If it’ll get him to be able to talk to you like that and have what seems to be a fun conversation, maybe he’ll try giving video games another go...
“Wanna know something interesting, M.C.?” He says, as if he’s about to reveal some long-hidden secret. “When I was doing my Bachelor’s, the same program you’re doing right now, the Final Fantasy soundtracks definitely played a key role in getting me through those years.”
Your eyes gleam in respect to the man’s superior taste. “Really?”
“Yessir! See, even if Suguru and I are hiding in our dressing rooms to finish some work, the fashion world is loud everywhere with designers yapping, stage tech yelling, and models fighting, and our doors can’t really block all that noise.” He speaks tiredly, really letting it be known that behind the curtains, the fashion world can be loud and noisy. “But when I put my headphones on and listen to Daguerreo, for example, I’m temporarily taken to that fantastical hidden library where it can just be me and my thoughts and no more interruptions.”
“That’s… really interesting to hear because I actually do the same thing, haha. Well, minus the travelling across the world for fashion shows and whatever else it is models do.” You know what he does as a model, but acting like you aren’t a fanboy is key right now.
Speaking of being a fanboy, speaking to and learning about this man you’ve fantasized and dreamed about many times and discovering that behind the glitz and glamour, is a man who’s just as dorky as you is quite the original experience.
But… you really like that you can speak to him like this and gain information that probably no one else but Suguru knows.
It humanizes him, and you find that to be very valuable.
“Hah…” You sigh dreamily. “You know, before I die, I’ve put in my bucket list to go to a Distant Worlds concert one day.”
That makes Satoru look at you with inquisitive eyes. “Yeah?”
“Mhm. I just never had the time or opportunity to do so yet. But… I can just imagine what it’d be like to actually hear songs that I’ve loved for many years in a live setting… One day, one day…”
You don’t notice it, but as he hears your words, Satoru hums quietly to himself.
“Hm, is that so…” Satoru won’t forget your words.
Soon enough, you both get back into the groove of packing things away, your apartment getting emptier and emptier as the minutes pass.
It makes you feel somewhat sad but also excited for the new chapter in your life.
And with these two by your side, bitch, who has time for being sad?
Back to the present
By now, all of your merch has been safely packed into boxes, thanks to your and Satoru’s diligence and understanding of how gentle and precise one must be when storing such sacred treasures away.
Your walls, shelves, and bed that were once filled to the brim with an overwhelming, by Suguru’s standards, abundance of plushies, figurines, posters, and whatnot are now barren and empty, a stark contrast to what they used to look like.
In fact, you and Satoru had enough time on your hands afterwards that you even managed to disassemble the shelves so that you could pack them away as well and bring them to your new place.
And while all that was going on, Suguru was in the zone, still dealing with your clothes and wiping some sweat off his unblemished forehead.
“Goddamn, pretty boy’s got a boutique, that’s for fucking sure.” He says in his head.
So, before you took a nap earlier, you did manage to pack a good amount of your clothes.
It’s just that… you do kind of have a good amount of clothing.
Now, he’s not judging.
In fact, he should be the last person to judge you for having a lot of clothes!
He’s a supermodel after all, he’s got luxury designers and brands sending him free shit on the daily, and he loves to look good for the people and for himself.
But damn… as he’s finally finishing packing the final two boxes, he’d appreciate two ice-cold glasses of water and a chocolate bar for his hard work.
Hearing footsteps approach him as he’s seated on the bed, he looks up to see you approaching him, to which he puts on a warm smile that only a man hard at work can wear genuinely.
After looking at your clothes for so long, it’s good to have something else to put his attention on. Also, he was getting sick of Satoru getting all of your attention with his nerd talk and whatever, it’s about time you gave him of your time.
Don’t get him wrong… he immensely enjoyed seeing and feeling your clothes.
As a supermodel, he’s a firm believer in the saying “You are what you wear.”
For himself and his career, he’s made it his goal to always look his best and wear the best.
A lesson he’s learned and holds close to his heart is that those who look the best get the best opportunities, the best treatment, and the hottest guys in their bed.
Additionally, you can sometimes also see who someone is from the clothes they wear.
Evidently, by your current outfit, that… is frankly quite ridiculous, you’re quite the dork.
But also, from your soft cardigans that he ran his fingers through, your well-worn jeans and slacks, and your pricer underwear, he’s already learned many things and can imagine you in these clothes with perfectly detailed images, a gift he’s obtained from being in the fashion world for so long.
He can see your well-built body being perfectly hugged by a light-brown, slightly oversized cardigan and some light blue jeans. As he ran his fingers through the soft fabric of the cardigan, he could imagine you held tight and snug in his arms as he ran his hands over your back. As he softly stretches the fabric of your jeans, he can see himself pulling them over your legs as he takes them off you.
But those naughtier thoughts are for another time.
“Is it time for my lunch break?” He asks jokingly.
“Hmm, the only food I probably have left here since I’m moving and all is some Creamy Carbonara Buldak… Are… models allowed to eat stuff like that? Or are you guys on super strict diets like idols?” Genuine question on your part.
“Eh… yeah, most models are, but… Satoru and I have the metabolisms of God, so we can eat whatever and look as hot as we always do~.”
“Just like Yuji…”
“Mhm mhm~ Ah, since I have you here now, M.C., and since the truck should actually be here very soon… how about we finally get you out of those clothes?” He speaks with excitement.
“Was saying finally in bold letters really necessar-”
He ignores you.
“Now, as I was looking through your clothes, I must say, despite your current outfit, I really like the assortment of clothes you have. I could see the aesthetic and signature colour palette you were going for, and I can tell you wear things that suit you well.”
“You know that you don’t have to keep on dragging what I’m wearing right no-”
He ignores you again.
“And while I was packing your stuff away,” Okay, he’s gonna keep ignoring you and clowning your current fit, which you deserve, so might as well just move on and take the punches. “I set aside an outfit that I have planned out for you.”
He reaches behind him for a set of clothes and places them on your lap.
Interesting.
These are your clothes, and you recognize them as such, but you never wore these particular items together before. Guess a model’s eye can see things that your peasant eyes can’t.
“Hah, I appreciate the thought and time you took into doing that, Suguru. I’m gonna trust your model instincts and finally,” You imitate him, “take this off.” You gesture to your current outfit.
“Oh yes, please do.” He says with all the genuineness in his heart, as if the sight of your shirt is causing cumulative poison damage to his health bar.
…
Okay, you don’t know if he’s intentionally being shady or not, but c’mon man.
Y’know what… as long as you love this shirt, and that’s all that matters.
You give him a deadpan look before walking into the washroom to change your clothes, unaware that somehow, with the speed of Sonic the Hedgehog, Satoru already cooked the aforementioned Buldak noodles and was slurping down them on the couch like no one’s business.
Now, if this were some hentai and you were some ditzy love interest, you would’ve just changed in front of them and just be soooo unawareeee as you pulled your tight shirt over your head and slipped your shorts off with your pecs and ass jiggling exaggeratedly.
But these two are real men that you just met; more than that, they are celebrities AND your schoolmates. What kind of crazy ass guy would just strip in front of celebrities that he just met? Definitely not you. Sure, you love them, but still, decorum and dignity are important things in the real world.
…
With the sound of the washroom door closing, Suguru looks at his gluttinous friend. “Give me some, you pig. I worked hard too.”
“Mmm-mmm!~” The white-haired man shakes his head childishly and hides his bowl of noodles behind him, which just makes Suguru grumble angrily before jumping onto his friend.
“Give me some, you fatfuck!” He says loudly as he wrestles his friend for the bowl of noodles.
First, they fought over you at your doorstep. Then, they fought over who got to play music. Now, they’re fighting over a bowl of noodles as if they don’t have the money to rent out a 5-star Michelin restaurant.
Thankfully, Satoru’s music is loud enough not to let you hear them.
They tussle and call each other mean names once again, but one particular shove makes Satoru fall off the couch and onto the floor, bringing the cushions down with him with a thud.
“Owwwww…” Satoru says, rubbing his head that he bonked on the floor as he pouts. “You could have just asked nicely, y’know… I mean, I still would’ve said no but-”
A finger put to his lips makes him stop talking, Suguru making his friend shut up as he spots something interesting.
“Hmm? What is it?” Satoru sees his friend’s curious expression and needs to know what’s up.
With no words needing to be spoken, Suguru gets off his friend, quickly eats a chopstickful of Satoru’s noodles, which gets an angry yell from the man, and grabs something that was hidden underneath the couch cushions.
Suguru holds the item in front of his face, bewildered.
“What’s that?” Satoru gets off the ground and moves next to his stunned friend.
And now he’s stunned as well.
“Wait… what? Why’s that thing here?”
It’s a question that they were both wondering but didn’t have the answer to.
In Suguru’s hands is a magazine.
But not just any silly old magazine.
It’s a Vogue Italia magazine with Suguru featured on the front page.
Now, he’s done many shoots for Vogue throughout his career, but this was a fairly recent shoot he had done in the streets of Sicily on a hot and sunny day, with him sporting tanned skin, tantalizingly revealed pecs and collarbone, and a seductive smirk.
For someone to have this, they had to have gotten it quickly because he heard that this edition of Vogue sold out fast in record time.
“Hold on.” Satoru brings his face to the little nook in the couch where Satoru pulled the magazine, and he’s baffled. “No fucking way.”
Satoru sees a trove of magazines and catalogues hidden in a spot that only someone who intentionally hid them and knows where they are could find them.
But this isn’t just a regular person’s collection of miscellaneous magazines; hell, it isn’t even the typical hidden porn mag collection that your everyday horny young man has.
All these magazines and catalogues follow a particular theme: they all have Satoru, Suguru, or both of them featured on the front page.
Satoru pulls out a Men’s Health magazine that has him on the front page. He was proud of this shoot, and it got him one million followers in just one day; that’s how viral it went.
On the front page is him, grinning with crinkled eyes at the camera in nothing but a pair of white Calvin Klein boxers, pulling the waistband down with his hands to fully show his V-line and a small peek of his bush.
His bright and bubbly golden retriever smile contrasted with his muscular and glistening body, and teasingly sexy pose made for a playfully sensual shoot that made this edition of Men’s Health sell out in record time.
They both put the magazines back in their hands back where they got them, and look at the collection once more.
The number of magazines is staggering and consists of several different publications such as Vogue, Men’s Fashion, Non-no, Cosmopolitan, Harper’s Bazaar, ViVi, and so many more, and they’re all starring them.
…
It goes without saying whose collection of magazines this is.
And they just both look at each other.
And they smile such knowing smiles and fist-bump each other.
Seems like they have a little fanboy in their hands…
Surely, them being here must be like a fantasy come to life for you.
In that case, who are they not to give you the treatment you surely must have been dreaming of?
Why fight over you when you clearly love both of them?
After a few minutes of putting on the outfit Suguru prepared for you and looking at yourself multiple times to make sure you looked good and understood his vision, you walk out of the washroom to see both of them sitting on the couch and…
…
Uh?
Sharing a bowl of Buldak?
… Well, at least the food is being eaten by someone and not going to waste.
Besides, at this point, this is better than them tussling.
“You know, Suguru, I never thought of wearing these things together, but I guess you can’t be a model without knowing how to create a perfect outfit.”
What he prepared for you was a dark purple cardigan, a black and dark yellow checked shirt to wear underneath, and a pair of ripped jeans (that Yuji convinced you to buy, obviously.)
You wore these things separately countless times, but altogether? It made for a surprisingly cohesive colour palette and blending of two styles.
The cardigan gave soft boy elements, and the ripped jeans gave bad boy elements, and somehow, someway, they worked together in unison for a good ensemble.
Satisfied with his work and his Ken Doll, he stands up and approaches you.
“Oh, please, I didn’t do much. And besides, I’d say it’s you who makes the clothes look great.” As he speaks, he smooths out the fabric of the cardigan and straightens your shirt’s collar like a designer would before placing them both warmly on your shoulders. “You look stunning, M.C.” He says those words so effortlessly, but the look in his eyes speaks of his appreciation of what he sees.
…
Wow.
It’s not like he didn’t compliment you before, but with how genuine his words sounded and pleasantly elated he looked at the sight of you, you felt a warmth in your body.
Not the typical warmth wracked with nerves and sweat you’ve been feeling, but rather, a fuzzy warmth that tingles your skin and makes you feel butterflies in your stomach from such a genuine and heartfelt compliment.
“I… Thanks, Suguru. That’s really nice of you…” You probably look like a Fuzzy Peach with how his words got you feeling. “But, still, I’m giving credit where credit is due. This look couldn’t have come to be without you, and I’m dying on that hill, alright?”
Suguru just softly laughs at that and raises his arms in surrender.
“Alright~ Alright~ You’re very welcome, M.C.” His tone is different from his previous brashness with Satoru and… cutthroat honesty with your previous outfit. “If you ever want to be my doll again, just let me know, yeah?”
He sounds softer and more heartfelt… basically what you fantasized him to sound like before you actually met him. Of course, a true fan like you accepts Suguru in all personalities and forms, but… It’s nice to have your fantasies somewhat fulfilled. There’s that prince you always wanted to meet.
A defeated sigh can be heard from the other man, who’s still seated on the couch and just about finishing the noodles he and his friend were sharing.
Satoru stands up as well, approaching and standing by Suguru’s side in front of you.
“Most times I’d rather consider jumping off a cliff than saying this, but… Suguru did well.” He says reluctantly, rolling his eyes when he hears his friend snickering boastfully. “You really do look perfect… and hey, I personally really liked your previous get-up. Only people like us get it, hehe…”
He then plays with your hair and fixes it after it got a bit messed around when you were taking off and putting on clothes, which, hello, that’s new.
Neither Suguru nor he got to the hair-touching stage yet, but it seems like your new look really made you level up or something.
As a fan, the fire alarms inside your body are screaming because of the ever-growing blaze inside of you that’s only amplifying more and more in size and heat.
What the fuck is happening?
What do you mean Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru are in your apartment speaking to you and touching you like this?
Oh my fucking god.
It’s almost like their previous buffoonery and foolishness never even happened with how they’re making you swoon and blush like a rose.
Where did this vibe from them come from?
Satoru’s voice then makes you look back at him.
“If you don’t mind, M.C., …mind letting me have the opportunity to dress you up some other time as well?” Unlike his previous playfulness, whimsiness, and yes, also brashness, his tone is also soft like fresh sheets and light like a feather. “Don’t forget you’ve got two supermodels in your midst… shouldn’t I be allowed to prove myself and make you look stunning as well?” That pleading look on his face should be a criminal offence for the beautiful damage it’s doing to your heart and soul.
God, where did this vibe come from?
“I mean… u-uh… I have no reason to say no, do I?” You don’t know what to say when he’s looking at you like that.
He chuckles at your stammer and shy tone. “No, no, you don’t.” He plops back onto the couch with Suguru following suit. “It’s a promise, then. I will be keeping that in mind.”
You don’t notice it, but with them both on the couch, Suguru playfully rubs Satoru’s back as if to say, “You sly dog, you…”
…
Okay, oh wow.
So a good outfit was able to bring that out of them… good to know.
Jesus fucking Christ, Yuji, why couldn’t you have just said they were coming?
You could’ve looked so good and gotten this type of treatment from them the very beginning!
For fuck’s sake…
…
But still.
Every fan of SatoSugu (a term their fanboys affectionately created when talking about both of them) knows them to be seductive flirts, and the fans love that because it adds to that romantic mystique and fantasy that many dream of.
You know now that they have… more quirkier sides to them, but you have still witnessed and were blessed to experience their smooth-like-silk touch and their words that left a burning, sweet feeling like spicy honey.
Perhaps they’re talking to you and treating you like how they’d treat any other guy in their midst, but… It’s obviously nice to feel like you’re having your own special Y/N moment in some poorly written and self-indulgent fanfic.
ping!
Your phone vibrating in your pocket gets your attention, prompting you to take it out to turn off the music and read the message you got.
“Ah! Ok uh, guys? The truck is here now, and right on time too.”
Right, you’re literally moving.
God, after everything that has been happening so far, and what, in just the span of a few hours? You forgot that today is the big day where you go from humble apartment renter (Your dad was paying your rent, but still) to… staying rent-free at a penthouse on top of one of Japan’s most expensive and illustrious residential buildings…
Man, you have a lot to explain to your father.
Satoru and Suguru stand up upon hearing your words.
“What’d we say, M.C.?” says the black-haired man. “With us on the job, any last-minute task can be finished right on time!~” He finished that statement with a confident thumbs up and a triumphant smile.
Satoru playfully punches his friend’s shoulder, getting a snicker from the man. “I mean, sure, we’re to blame for things needing to be done at the last minute at all, but hey, all’s well that ends well.” He says happily.
“... Yes to all of that.” You say it somehow with both sarcasm and gratitude.
“In all seriousness, though,” You take on a more heartfelt tone. “As chaotic as the whole process was, and we can all agree to that, I had fun. Way more fun than I would’ve had if it were just me and my lonesome. So, thanks for coming over to help me out. I owe you guys one.”
You’re not sure what you could POSSIBLY do for elites like them, but you said that from the bottom of your heart, and that’s what matters.
“Aww, M.C.~ Don’t mention it!” Satoru playfully clutches his hands over his heart. “We had fun too. This isn’t how we expected our Saturday to go, but I think we wouldn’t have had it any other way.”
“Agreed~” says Suguru as he chimes in. “And besides, it’s the least we could do for our new roomie.” He says with a chivalrous tone that makes you smile exasperatedly.
“All right, all right, as long as you know how I fee-”
…
……
……....
You almost missed it.
And you thought you just imagined it.
In fact, that’s the only place those words should belong: in your imagination.
Our new roomie?
…
You shouldn’t believe it.
It would make more sense to just act like they made some grandiose joke and laugh it off and head downstairs to the parking lot like nothing ever happened.
But with everything that has been happening, you've learned that the more unbelievable something is, the more true it is.
“Sorry, say that again, Suguru?” You say with a questioning tone.
“Agreed~” He says obediently.
“You dumbass, he clearly meant the roomie part!” Satoru says as he jabs an elbow into his friend’s side, making the man wince.
“Ow, fuck! Oh, uh, my bad. It’s the least we could do for our new roomie~” He says smugly.
“... So you guys live at the penthouse?” You ask simply. “With Sukuna and Yuji?”
“Oh, hey, you’ve been to our place and even met Sukuna already? Damn, we just got back from Milan, so we must have missed you… That sucks.” Satoru says as if you aren’t learning life-changing information. “But yeah, we live there too. In fact, we were just chilling downstairs earlier before Yuji asked us to come help you.”
“Did… we not mention that part?” Suguru asks.
“No. No, you didn’t…” You cut right to the chase.
Suguru scratches his head and looks away. “Oh. Uh, surprise~ Nice to meet you, roomie!~” He picks himself back up and speaks with a smile.
…
Let’s save the usual crashout and questioning of reality later.
Having just learned that you’re going to be sharing a penthouse with your celebrity crushes is obviously goddamn fucking insane and would make any person combust into flames.
And you can surely do that in your new bedroom.
But… there’s a truck downstairs waiting for you, and time waits for no one.
Unfortunately, speaking to yourself in your head does not freeze time at your convenience. Who do you think you are, Izayoi Sakuya from Touhou?
“I guess it all makes sense if you think about it. But damn, one would figure you’d mention that we’re roommates as soon as we met.” You say matter-of-factly.
“True, but I guess amidst all the chaos we simply forgot to mention it,” says Satoru with a shrug.
If he weren’t so handsome and if you didn’t love him, you would’ve rolled your eyes at his nonchalance.
“Fair enough. Well, let’s go downstairs and meet with the truck driver? I bet my landlord is just waittttttingggg for my ass to be gone.” You can roll your eyes now as you say that.
“Lead the way, roomie~” Suguru says as he puts a hand on your shoulder as you all walk towards the door.
“Roomie”, huh?
Just another insane change to your life…
That’ll take some getting used to.
But one thing’s for sure.
You’re one lucky fanboy~
Thank GOD your landlord decided to kick you out for some reason!
The shining sun greets you three and warms your skin as you walk down the apartment stairs and onto the parking lot.
Luckily, the parking lot for residents is at the back of the building and fairly empty since you haven’t had any next-door neighbours for quite a while, so you don’t have to worry about the general public seeing goddamn Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru out in downtown Akihabara for some reason which would definitely result in them getting swarmed and you drowning in a sea of bodies.
Parked at the corner is the moving truck with a cute panda mascot on the sides, with your everyday, middle-aged man in uniform smoking a cigarette and checking the time on his phone.
Upon hearing three sets of footsteps approaching him, the truck driver looks up, puts his phone away, and bows his head in greeting, which the three of you reciprocate in turn.
“Hello, sir. You’re M.C., I’m assuming?”
“Ah, yes, sir, I appreciate you helping me today.” You say politely.
He notices your company and tilts his head questioningly.
“Hmm, I was sure there was just one person I’d be helping today. Are you all going to the same destination?”
“Oh, n-”
You were about to say no, but uh, right, these two live at Nanami-san’s penthouse too… It’s not like you just learned that a few minutes ago… totally not…
“Yes, sir, they’ll be coming along if that’s… okay with you? We’re all actually staying at the same place. I’m so sorry about the miscommunication.”
It feels so fucking weird to say that, but… damn, it’s the truth somehow.
Satoru and Suguru smile kindly at the truck driver. Seems like he’s not aware of the fact that the two men with you are some of Japan’s biggest celebs. Right, some people aren’t crazy fanboys who dream of licking and making out with the ground they walk on like yourself… that’s humbling to remember.
The truck driver scratches his head as it seems like he has reached a difficult situation. “Ah… no, it’s a problem. It’s just… I’m sorry to tell you this, but there are only three seats inside the truck. One of you will have to find a different way to your destination.”
You deflate at the situation at hand. “Ah… I see. No, that’s okay. We should’ve probably assumed that would’ve been the case. There’s nothing to apologize for, sir; this is all on us. I appreciate that you’re here at all.” You say with gratitude.
As you and the truck driver talk, trying to find a solution, Satoru and Suguru look at each other before sneaking away to talk amongst themselves.
Satoru whispers in Suguru’s ear. “Well. We do have our motorcycles parked right there, so we could just ride back home… It’s just…” He trails off.
“You wanna spend just as much time with him as I do,” Suguru says point-blank.
“Yessir~” Satoru says with no shame.
“And none of us are willing to give the last seat to the other, yeah?”
“Yessir~” says Satoru again. “We did agree that since M.C. is a precious fan of ours, we don’t need to fight over him anymore, so we need to find a solution that works for both of us.”
“True that. But… what can we do?” Suguru says, scratching his head, trying to think of something. “I don’t think either of us wanna hide in the trunk like you do when you start a new game in Pokémon Emerald so…”
“Yeah, no shit, and I don’t think M.C. would wanna do that even with one of u- Hold on, did you, of all fucking people, just make a video game reference?” Satoru says with wide eyes. “The world is ending. Is a cute boy all it really took to make the normie king do a nerdy thing-”
“Okay, to be fair, I played that game eons ago, but yes, if it’ll get M.C. to talk to me more, I’ll fucking do it, but that’s not the point!” Suguru smooshes Satoru’s cheeks with his hands. “We need to figure something out!”
…
They don’t notice it, but you and the truck driver reached a dead-end a while ago and stopped talking and are now just staring at the two clowns bicker and whisper from a distance like they’re scheming something nefarious.
…
Ignoring that his soft cheeks are being smooshed and that his friend is shaking him around, Satoru's eyes suddenly light up, and it’s like a lightbulb lit up in his head.
“... Suguru, do you have your wallet with you?” Satoru suddenly asks.
“Yeah. Uh… why?” The black-haired man side–eyes his friend.
“Well, I don’t. I forgot mine, tehe~” Satoru says cheerfully. “We had a solution all along! Can’t believe we didn’t think of it immediately.”
“Okay, smartass, are you gonna tell me your grand revelation was? What was it that your third eye saw?” says Suguru sarcastically with a wary side-eye.
“No need. Just. Watch. Let me just…” Satoru shoves his hand into Suguru’s pocket for his wallet. “Where is it…” He fishes his hand around. “Ah, there it is~ I’m just gonna yoink… Uh, why isn’t it coming out?” He grabs the wallet and tries to pull it out. “ I can feel it, but why isn’t it-”
“That’s my dick,” Suguru says with a deadpan face and a blank tone. “Other pocket.”
…
Satoru takes his hand out and reaches into Suguru’s other pocket. “Oopsie~ Uh, my bad, bestie~ ♡ Ah, there it is!”
In his hand is Suguru’s custom-made Chanel wallet.
“Alright, lemme have a looksee…” With sparkly eyes, Satoru peeks into his friend’s wallet.
…
“Perfect~” He puts a hand on his best friend’s shoulder and speaks to him with respect. “I knew I could count on you, partner.” He says like he’s the male lead’s best friend in some country hick film before walking back to you and the truck driver.
“... Huh?????” Is all a baffled Suguru can say before, confusedly, following his best friend, STILL not knowing what the white-haired could have possibly cooked up in his mind.
“He~llo, my handsome sir.” He says to the truck driver, who looks at him, stunned, clearly not used to being addressed as such, especially by someone as stunning as Satoru. “This might be a crazy request, but give it some consideration?”
“...” The truck driver doesn’t know what to expect, but… surely a face like that won’t say anything too outlandish, right? “What is your suggestion, sir?
You and Suguru stand next to each other and look at Satoru, very curious as well as to what it is Satoru is going to say.
…
Like it’s some scene in an anime, the gentle breeze brushes Satoru’s hair, and a confident gleam sparks in his eyes as he speaks.
“Hehe, might I request that we could drive your truck to our destination ourselves instead?”
…
……
………
If you could, just imagine the Mii Channel music, the intro to Formation by Beyoncé, or the Forest Maze theme from Super Mario RPG playing right now, because that’s very much so what the atmosphere is giving.
Everyone in Satoru’s midst is just confused.
But the truck driver speaks first. “I’m… sorry, sir? Could you please repeat that?”
“Could we just drive your truck instead? That way, all three of us can fit instead! It makes sense, yeah?” He speaks with nothing but confidence.
You and Suguru’s jaws are getting closer and closer to touching the floor.
What is this man saying?!
“... No? What are you even saying, young man?” Oh God, Satoru’s words made the truck driver slip out of his polite, working voice. “This is the company’s truck, and I have other places to go to after this. I also have to return it to the station at the end of the day and-”
He puts a soft finger over the man’s chapped lips. “I understand your hesitations, but my friend and I are amazing drivers.” He says soothingly.
“Wha- I don’t give a damn if you’re a good driver or not! I’m not fuc-”
“Well, would this convince you?”
With a glint in his eyes and a smirk, he reaches into Suguru’s wallet and pulls out…
…..
No way.
…….
Somehow, in this moment, in downtown Akihabara, it is so silent that you wouldn’t be surprised if a tumbleweed passed by.
……….
He just pulled out an insanely and obscenely huge stack of cash.
Holy fucking shit.
How much money even is that?
That amount of cash could easily change someone’s life!!!!!!
“Fucking hell, Satoru!” Suguru whispers next to you angrily. “I was thinking of maybe going shopping later!”
Even with your mouth gaping in shock with you looking like a ReDead from the Legend of Zelda: Wind Waker at this point, you just try to comfort him by rubbing his back gently… even if you know damn well, losing that much money does NOTHING to a man of his status and prestige.
The truck driver, understandably, is blubbering like a fish.
“A-wuh. Ah-wuhwuhwuhwuh? Huh-wuhwuwuh? Uh uh uh uh uh wha?”
Fair enough, valid reaction. You’ve had your fair share of blubbering like a damn fool when dealing with the whims of the guys associated with Nanami-san’s penthouse, so you get it.
Satoru simply smiles at the stunned man, as if he isn’t offering to give this man what some people will never even be able to dream of making in their lifetimes. “I’ll take it we have a deal?” He says with a casually angelic tone.
“I-I-I-I-” The man shuts down for a few seconds, again, understandably so, because what the fuck is happening right now?
“Well?” He shakes the crazily fat stack of cash in his hand. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna say no… come on, please~?” He says cutely, as if he isn’t a tall, strong, and muscular hunk.
And with speed that you’re sure not even this man knew he possessed at his age, he grabbed the cash, shoved it deep in his pocket, shook Satoru’s hand and simply said, “The truck’s all yours, young man” before walking away with money bags in his eyes and a jovial pep in his step.
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……..
Well. That worked?
That definitely solved the issue of the truck not having enough seats for the three of you.
Should you question what just happened?
Yes, you really fucking should.
But you’re sure that if you do, you’ll be left with more questions than answers.
And well, if everyone’s happy then… It’s all good, right?
You even heard the (probably no longer) truck driver say to himself that he’s gonna spend the rest of his days at catboy and butler cafés and host clubs, what a way to live!
“Sa-to- RU!!!!!!”
Oh… well, maybe not everyone is happy.
With the ferocity of a lion, you can see that Suguru prepares to leap onto his best friend to tear his throat out, but Satoru quickly shoves his phone in the angry man’s face.
“Don’t worry, tiger~ I already sent you the money I gave to the man, so put your paws down.” His phone screen shows the transfer he just made to Suguru’s account, and you see it from over his shoulder. You’ve… never even thought of numbers that big before…
That got Suguru to calm down pretty quickly. “Well. As ridiculous, and I mean RIDICULOUS, as that whole fucking thing was, it did solve our little issue.”
“Of course it did~” Satoru turns to you with a shining smile. “As you can see, M.C., I’m quite the reliable man, hm?”
It was more so the money that did the talking, but… sure, you guess he did solve your little problem.
“... Uh, y-yeah! You really got us out of that bind… haha…” Please buy it.
Thankfully, Satoru did buy it, and he does a happy little jig at his accomplishment. “Mhm~ mhm~” He’s dancing like a damn Animal Crossing character, which you’re sure is where he got the dance from.
Honestly, it’s very hard to remember that this man is literally a world-famous and highly sought-after supermodel and an academic genius who’s basically royalty at your school, but… You like him like this.
Suguru thwacks the dancing man’s head. “Alright, genius, how about we put everything in the trunk so we can all go home, hm?”
With a playful salute with one hand and the other fixing his hair, Satoru responds in kind. “Sirrrrr, yes sir~.”
You watch them ascend the stairs and quickly give chase; no point in getting lost in your thoughts.
…
“That was so much fucking money, oh my fucking God…” You whisper to yourself as you catch up to them.
You’re sure that won’t be the last time either of them brings your jaw to the floor. It’s not like it wasn’t their first.
Bringing your boxes and other things into the truck is quite an easy and quick task when three strong men such as yourselves put their minds to it.
And you said nothing as you watched them hoist two beautiful motorcycles into the trunk that you noticed respectively matched the colour of their eyes.
That previous issue with space literally could have been not an issue at all if they just… rode their bikes back home, but hey, they just made some random man rich, so… no harm done.
Soon enough, your apartment that was once warmly lit with fairy lights and lamps and filled to the brim with otaku merch that could make any nerd go into endless rambles, is now empty, save for the things that were already here when you moved in, such as the bed, couch, appliances, and tables.
You did somehow manage to sneakily put all of your magazines from under the couch into a box with no one noticing you, but no one needs to know about those. That collection was a testament to your dedication to being their fanboy.
Seeing the suite empty, once again, fills you with that sad feeling that’s been periodically attacking you during the passing days.
This wasn’t just a place for you to eat, sleep, and jerk off by your lonesome.
This was a place where you made memories that you’ll revisit when you indulge those comforting, nostalgic feelings that make you tug on your sleeves as you reminisce about the good old days.
This was a place where you sought comfort when the world became too much.
This was a place where the world was your oyster, and you could build said world however you liked.
Here, you stayed up until 5 AM with Yuji multiple times, for multiple reasons.
Whether it was studying and finishing assignments, playing new games or revisiting old classics, watching niche BL animes that barely anyone knew existed, or ravishing each other’s bodies, this was the place where those memories and everyday things happened.
And all because of some landlord, you’re forced to say goodbye to this den that you were happy to call your own, even for just a little bit.
You feel a hand on each of your shoulders, and you know who those hands belong to.
On your sides are the two men, who, while you just met in person, yet have known for quite some time, helped you pack your life and are helping you bring it somewhere else.
They look at you with kindness but also elation for the future.
“Doing okay, doll?” asks Suguru with a soft tone and look on his face.
“Yeah… yeah, I’m doing fine. It’s just sad to be saying goodbye to this place, especially when it wasn’t even my own choice to leave. Literally just got kicked out with no reason why.”
“... Huh? Really? That’s news to us. Yuji didn’t mention anything like that?” Suguru’s soft tone went into a more questioning one.
“Eh, yeah. It really fucking sucks, but… I accepted it after some time.” You say with genuine resolution and acceptance.” And you know what? I’m literally moving somewhere that’s mmm I don’t know debatably better, I guess? So, what is there to be sad about?” You say jokingly.
Satoru snickers and wraps an arm around your waist, and hugs you close to him for a little bit to comfort you. “You got that, right~ Plus, you’ll have lots of fun with us and the guys back at the penthouse."
The proximity to your celebrity crush, now roommate, makes your heart race and your skin flush and almost all your lingering feelings of sadness are long gone. “Yeah, I can’t complain when I’m moving into a penthouse rent-free, hehe. And besides, I’ll have so much more room to decorate and do whatever I want, so I might as well look forward instead of lingering here… as much as I’ll always love this place.”
Satoru and Suguru simply smile at your words.
With a deep breath and one last look at the empty suite, you walk away, chuckling to yourself as you’re reminded of that scene from Hannah Montana where Miley kisses and says goodbye to her old house and that “Ooohhhohhhh yea~” adlib plays as she walks away.
Suguru and Satoru initially follow suit, but they then check the place one last time to make sure that you didn’t forget anything.
“Suguru…” Satoru says to his friend, noticing that you’re walking downstairs and away from earshot. “We forgot to clean and put away that bowl we used for those noodles.” He points to the evidence.
“Ah shit, you’re right…” Suguru says, rubbing his face frustratedly.
…
But then, they both look at each other with a devious look.
“Let’s leave it there and be petty towards M.C.’s landlord?” Suguru says with a face that almost looks like the comedy mask.
Satoru puts on that same expression. “Yes. But how about we go beyond and also trash up the place before going back to M.C.?”
And just like that, in just a few seconds, they laugh like Kotake and Koume from the Legend of Zelda as they throw the couch cushions around, take the mattress off the bed frame, flip the table upside down, take the shower curtains down, and bring Pandemonium to the place, all in the name of revenge on your behalf.
While this is happening, you’re just sitting in the truck on your phone and wondering where the hell those two are, but after a few minutes, you see them running down the stairs and laughing like teenage delinquents, looking noticeably redder and sweatier than when you last saw them, which… was literally a few minutes ago.
You can’t help but notice how dashing they look in the sunlight, with a rosy flush and sweat glistening down their flawless skin and their priceless clothing looking quite ruffled as well.
Suguru’s black dress t-shirt is noticeably untucked, with the top button undone, with Satoru’s Burberry dress shirt looking just as disarrayed.
They snicker as they jump into the truck with Satoru in the driver’s seat, you in the middle, and Suguru in the passenger seat.
“... Mind telling me what took you two so long?” You ask warily. They look like they just had a quickie, if you’re being honest.
Satoru huffs as he continues to laugh. “Oh, don’t worry, M.C., we just left a little gift for your landlord~.”
… Huh?
A gift?
That just makes it sound even more like they had a quickie!
What, was the gift their cum all over the walls or something?
…
You’re definitely not jealous or anything… jk, of course you fucking are-
“Look, look~” Suguru grabs your attention by showing you a photo on his face.
“Oh. My. God.”
Okay, maybe you were expecting to see their cocks frotting with jizz all over them and the walls, but you instead see your former home in ruin. Your imagination is making your mind think crazy thoughts…
Damn, they did all that in just a few minutes?
“You guys…” You start quietly, and they stop laughing, scared that they might have fucked up by ruining your former home.
…
“I cannot believe you two.” They stiffen and get ready to apologize, fearing that they really fucked up this time.
‘M.C., we-” They both start.
“I can’t believe that you two didn’t let me join! Ugh, that would’ve been such a good middle finger to my landlord…”
Oh… they look at each other. So, they’re safe.
“Ah-ahahaha, aw… M.C., we’re sorry… It was something we kinda just thought of doing in a split second.” Suguru says with a relieved tone as he fixes his manbun.
“Believe us, we would have invited you if we remembered to,” Satoru says as he starts up the truck, fiddles with the mirrors, and looks behind him to measure the necessary distances.
“Mmm… nah, don’t worry about it, you two. I appreciate that you two did that for me. This way, I can leave the place with a smile and a middle finger up.” You say gratefully, snickering to yourself as well.
“And we’re happy to do whatever else for you, M.C.~” Suguru says, putting a hand on your thigh. “Us roomies have each other’s back, yeah?”
His big hand on your thigh makes you feel hot… but you know his touch was more comforting than anything.
“Thank you, you two.” You say as Satoru backs out of the parking spot. “Your help really meant a lot to me.”
“No problem~” Satoru says, smiling brightly with his hands on the wheel. “Hey… who’s that grouchy ass looking man?” He notices a shady-looking man who’s about to walk up the stairs before noticing you guys as well.
“... Ehe… that’s my, well, former landlord now.” You say sort of bitterly.
“Ah… so he’s the one to blame,” Satoru says darkly… before going back to his bubbly self. “Well, I guess there’s only one thing left to do!”
He rolls down his window and… fucking flips off your former landlord. “FUCK YOU, MAN!”
Oh my god?!?!?!
Is Satoru not concerned about his goddamn image and career? He’s literally yelling at some random ass man!
But before you can say anything, Suguru’s arm flies over your shoulder, and he’s leaning over you as he flips the man off as well. “SUCH A FAT FUCKING COCK, DOUCHEBAG!”
…
Well, if you can’t beat ‘em.
You put a hand on Satoru’s shoulder as you lean over him and join them in flipping off the man who made you cry as Satoru drives away. “YOUR FLY IS UNDONE, DUMBASS!!!” It wasn’t, but it was funny to see his hands fly over his crotch and his panicked face.
Laughter and high fives are in abundance as Satoru drives onto the busy streets of Tokyo.
“Oh… my fucking God! That felt so good…” You say as the adrenaline dies down and you settle back into your seat. “I really needed to do that…”
“I must say, doll… I respect the lie you said to him.” Suguru says deviously. “As shy as Yuji made you out to sound, you’re definitely one of our own…”
“Mhm~” Satoru hums. “I have a feeling you’ll do just fine in our little crew, M.C.!” He says joyfully as he shoulder checks before changing lanes.
“Heh, I’m glad to hear it…” You didn’t see your day going this way, but God, was it fun.
“Just know that with us and the other guys, you’re gonna have a good time and some good guys behind your back,” Suguru says reassuringly. “Sure, we just met, but you’re one of us now. You don’t need to worry about assholes like that guy anymore. Anyone tries shit like that with you again, you tell any of us.”
“If you need guys who are good at getting messy and dirty… we’re the ones to call~” says Satoru deviously. You’re not sure, but perhaps there’s definitely a double entendre in his wording.
“Guess I have a lot to look forward to in the penthouse, huh?” You ask cheekily.
“You could definitely say that, hehe~” Suguru says deviously in your ear, making you shiver. “Welcome to the club, doll.”
The drive to the penthouse has been nothing but a time filled with smiles, song, and fun.
It’s still surreal that you just met your celebrity crushes today and found out that they’re your roommates, but their infectious energy and joie de vivre have rubbed off on you as well, making you feel very comfortable and open in their presence.
In the past, you fantasized about one or the other or both, driving you to five-star restaurants on top floors or taking you around the world so you can watch them walk runways in person.
But, you know what, driving together in a hot moving truck with the windows down as you all shout the lyrics to Breath by Michelle Branch and other throwback 2000s songs is an experience that you’re very much so enjoying and wouldn’t trade for anything else.
Though the day is far from over, you’ve learnt that beyond the luxurious fronts and the handsome faces are two silly guys who like to have fun with interests of their own, and you’re looking forward to what else you’ll learn about them and experience with them as you live together.
But something else that cannot be ignored, especially by a perverted gay boy like you, are the thoughts and images that conjure in your mind as you’re seated between these two men you’ve loved and yearned for behind a screen or from a distance in a crowd.
With such proximity, the hot air, and their casual approach to skinship, your mind has been wandering places they shouldn’t go to, especially with you so close to them.
With you so close to them, the aroma in the air is something that is so specifically them, and it makes your senses and thoughts reach a boiling point from bubbling lust and thirst, and you’d love to somehow bottle their combined scents and rub them all over your naked body when you’re by yourself and make it seem like they’re both all over you at once.
Satoru’s vanilla-tobacco scent mixes sinfully and perfectly with Suguru’s scent of cashmere wood and jasmine to make a heady scent that paints pictures in your mind and makes you cover your hardening and leaking cock with your hands as you cross your legs.
Their scents mix with their sweat and musk to make the aroma much more masculine and raw, and you just want to gasp and inhale the scent, desperate to take whatever you can of them into yourself.
But you just can’t… as much as you want to.
You don’t want to ruin what you have with them so far, as much as your horny self wants to.
Sure, they’re quite obviously flirting and touching you, but you still don’t know what it means. You’re not sure if they’re serious or if they treat every guy like that.
But one thing’s for sure… once you’re by yourself in your bed at night, you already have thoughts and fantasies that you’ll visit and indulge in as you stroke your hot and wet cock as you quietly moan and try not to scream their names.
…
“Hey, doll?” A hand on your shoulder takes you out of your stupor.
Luckily, you don’t jolt in shock and simply look over to Suguru, nice one. “Mhm, what’s up?”
“Sorry to interrupt whatever it is you’re daydreaming about, but we’re approaching the homeland~” Suguru says, pointing to the illustrious building that you somehow get to call your home.
“A new prince will be joining the castle~ And hey, we need to celebrate to welcome M.C!” says Satoru excitedly. “Let’s order tons of food, alright?! Tonight, we will feast like kings!” He says with a theatrically deep voice.
“Mind including boba in tonight’s list of delicacies?” You play along with Satoru’s whims.
“But of course, my liege, anything you ask for, we will make it happen.” He says, grabbing your hand and kissing it with his eyes still on the road.
His and Suguru’s casual skinship still makes your heart race… You don’t know how you’ll ever get used to it or if you even want to, as the rush you feel is amazing.
“Thank you, good sir~” A question pops into your mind as Satoru drives the truck into the underground parking lot. Fuck, even the parking lot is huge enough to allow a goddamn moving truck to fit in. “Hm, do you two know if… everyone will be home tonight?”
That question makes both of them hum in thought.
“Mmm, Sukuna is home right now, we know that much,” says Suguru. “He was sleeping on the couch beside us before we left.” He remembers that he and Satoru accidentally threw their clothes onto the sleeping beast earlier and were too absorbed in getting to you first to take them off of him… no need to mention that, though…
“Nanamin was home this morning.” Nanamin? “But I’m not sure if he might have gone to his main office or if he’s working from home today.” Satoru chimes in. “And Toji…”
Satoru and Suguru look at each other as you hear this name for the first time.
…
“Well… only the stars up above know where he ever is,” Suguru says plainly.
O~kay, seems like whoever this guy is must be quite the character. Totally not ominous at all.
“Okay, so what I’m hearing is… It’s up to chance if everyone’ll be home tonight.” You ask, trying to get a glimpse of what the guys you’re going to live with are like.
“You’ll get used to it, M.C.,” Satoru says cheerfully. “That’s like in the penthouse for ya!” He says, parking the truck in a fairly uncrowded space. “And hereeeee we are~! Finally back home… almost, that is.”
You all exit the truck and stretch your bodies that were seated for quite some time.
“By the way,” You ask, remembering something. “What… are you gonna do with this truck? I think it’s safe to say the truck driver from earlier long forgot about this bad boy.” You pat the thing.
Satoru and Suguru look at each other before shrugging.
“Dunno.”
“Who knows?”
They both say at the same time.
…
“You’ll… figure something out, right?” You say with wary eyes.
They shrug again, not saying anything.
“... Alright then.” You climb up the back of the truck to unlatch the doors. “For now, let’s just bring everything up-”
Before you can even open the door, a pair of hands grip your waist, carry you, and bring you back to the ground. You’re no petite man by any means, and you’ve got some good muscle, so it’s very impressive that whoever carried you like that did.
“Nuh-uh-uh~ Hold it there, doll…” Suguru says, still keeping his hands on your waist and making you face him. “Surely, you’ve done enough work and enough preparing not just today, but for the past few days. You have to be exhausted, right?”
His hands on your waist make you lose your composure. “I… I mean, I think I’m doing alrigh-”
From behind, you feel a pair of hands on your shoulders and a pair of lips come close to your left ear. “No, M.C., you must be tired.” Satoru’s voice is firm but soft. “If you’ll allow it, let us bring everything up? You go on ahead and rest your feet and get a glass of water, okay?” You can feel him sneaking his keycard to activate the elevator into your back pocket… so close to touching your ass.
…
Oh God.
You want to say no and finish the job with them, but… with their hands on you as they sandwich you between their strong bodies with their eyes on you… How could you refuse their command?
And also… this proximity and touch are definitely not good for your heart.
“O-okay… Sure… t-thanks…” You pat Suguru’s chest to signal them to let you free, and they do so, eager to let you go on ahead and let you get some rest. “I know I said it multiple times, but I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me…”
You begin to walk to the elevator, needing to catch your breath and cool down. “I’ll see you guys up there, okay?” You run with flushed skin, not even waiting to hear a response from them.
As they watch you walk away, they say nothing until you’re out of earshot.
But once they’re sure you’re gone, they bump their fists together.
“Job well done, Suguru.”
“I could say the same to you.”
They snicker like mischievous boys, satisfied with how they made you flush, squirm, and get all hot and bothered.
Everything was intentional.
Every touch.
Every word.
Every look.
The story has just begun, and they’re more than eager to grab the pen and write more pages.
You’re theirs.
They are already sure of that.
But all good things come with time, and they have boxes to bring up.
But know this, M.C., when Satoru and Suguru want a man, they want him bad.
“Well, let’s get started?”
“Whoever brings the most boxes up gets to touch M.C. first when we’re done?”
“You’re so fucking on.”
The walk to the elevator did what it needed to.
Your heart rate is back to normal, your breath has calmed down, and you’ve cooled down.
But fuck… sure, it’s to be expected since they’re handsome, beautiful and have the voices of sensual devils, but they really do make your heart and brain go wild.
Touching you like that, speaking to you like that… they know what they were doing. And you’re more than receptive to it.
What is up with these guys you’ll be living with?
Sukuna was no different, touching you and getting close to you as soon as you met him.
But another thing you’ve also noticed is how comfortable you quickly became with every man you’ll be living with so far.
Sure, there’s the touching and the flirting, but you’ve found that you can converse with these guys for quite some time, talking about whatever with comfort, which isn’t something you experience with most people.
You feel comfortable with these guys, which is a great thing considering you’re gonna be living with them.
You don’t know if this is how rich men are, but… you’re glad with how things have gone.
Now that Sukuna has come to your mind, you feel an urge to talk to him, which you have been doing pretty frequently ever since you two exchanged numbers.
Every morning, he’d call or text you asking how you are and if you’ve eaten breakfast yet. You didn’t even need a morning alarm anymore; your excitement to talk to the handsome, tattooed man was all you needed to wake up excitedly. He also loved sending selfies, no matter where he was or whatever it was he was doing, but you noticed with delight that he was almost always sending you selfies and mirror selfies on the clock in that handsome black suit of his. Whenever you two were free, you could end up texting or talking for hours, making you yearn to be with the man in person so much more.
Fuck, you want to talk to him now.
He’s home too, right? Suguru mentioned that earlier. You really want to see him again.
Might as well text him that you’re here and give him a heads up.
Unlike Yuji, you’ll give Sukuna a heads-up so that he can fix himself up if he needs to.
As you text on your phone as you wait for the elevator to come down, you don’t notice it.
dok dok dok dok
The perfectly timed sound of dress shoes touching the ground as they get closer to you, or rather, the elevator.
It’s only until you hear a man clear his throat to get your attention that you look up from your phone.
An unfamiliar but deep and raspy voice and the scent of roses and cedarwood then make you turn around to see who’s behind you.
“Hm. Pardon me, but who are you, and how exactly did you get that keycard you’re holding?”
Notes:
HI <3
were u expecting an update so quickly after the last one?
r u gagged?
I HOPE SO
in north canada where i live, its been -40 celsius for the past few days so i've been working from home and had a lot of free time to write for this fic heheheheheh >:3
i had a lot of fun w this one but it admittedly when thru a lot of rewrites bc i kept writing things that i felt were too soon to be added in the story or suited other characters
but yes... hehe i hope u liked itttttttttttttttttttTTTTTTTTTT
<3
also if u wanna hear what i meant by geto and gojo laughing like koume and kotake... here https://youtu.be/uHHhQ1iwrbM?si=xOUA09rYZF3FkMuP
and u can tell i got all nerdy by mentioning all that final fantasy nonsense...
i really do think ff music is elite and i dont regret glazing it IN FACT
im linking all the songs i mentioned bc I CAN AND I HAVE THE POWER TO GRRRRRR
https://youtu.be/GjG0wdznH40?si=eAU2cDbyZyOcSQte
https://youtu.be/VdxC7FqoNQw?si=orVJuE-iqPJSjtUJ
https://youtu.be/Ha6iWPqrJeE?si=eSADPVtxSPjMUXZP
u r welcome for showing u some of the greatest video game music of all time
but anyway...
i hope u enjoyed the satosugu intro.... im very excited to write their individual stories and arcs for this fic.... oughhhh it'll be good
but the intro isnt done yet, the day isnt done yet!
we have more men to meet and then... we can rlly get the ball rolling
but... xmas is on the way and ur filipino boy here loves xmas so... imma be doing my own thing for a bit w my friends and cousins coming back home but.... i'll see u soon?
bye handsome <3
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