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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 have 3 days 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, Yuji Itadori, 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?

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. Yuji Itadori, 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 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, for the two years I’ve lived there, he’s always been pretty stoic…” 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, the lock automatically activating after a few seconds.

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 the guys that you were coming over to look at the place, and one of them 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, I don’t think all the guys are home tonight, so it’s fine. You won’t be overwhelmed, and I’ll be there with you. The guys are nice, some of them are just… unique. 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.