a hot mess - spooky toji special: always look behind you
Summary: They always say to look left and right just to stay safe. But, don't forget, always look behind you as well. And now that he's forced himself into your home and your life, he's never letting you go.
wc: 25k words What to expect: halloween shenanigans, fun w/ ur best friend, top! toji, bottom! reader, ghost mask toji, stalking, home invasion, hardcore graphic filthy hentai gay sex, spit, anonymous sex, masked sex, gawkgawk3000!toji, PLAPLAPLAPLAPLAP, possessiveness, going at it all night, u love all of it. (crazy blurb I know.)
author's note: hi, so this was a halloween special episode that I made for a hot mess last year. I figured I'd post it here for shits and giggles... and before anyone tries me... the mc of this filthy spicy thing enjoys everything that happens to him. Don't take it too seriously and enjoy the spice <3 p.s. this takes place in the same world as a hot mess, but it's not canon to the main story. any lore that's dropped is canon but... imagine this as a different reality. reading the main story here or on ao3 will make things make more sense.
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art/photo creds: danila_wq, kinorilima, and ruu_sugu
As is customary this time of year, thereâs a certain chill in the breeze that grazes your skin.
Well, a figurative chill, of course. Octobers in Tokyo arenât exactly known for being particularly frigid⌠after all, you chose to wear something that ensured that your skin could still breathe and that you wouldnât overheat. Hmm, wonder how bad it is for people that wear fursuits⌠why are you thinking this?
Anywho, as you get off the metro and start your little trek toward the university, your eyes are immediately overwhelmed by the abundance of people in costume, both young and old, cutely enough. Good to know youâre not the only one who felt the spooky cheer, and even better to know that people wonât stare at you like youâre a wackass bitch who crawled out of a porn game into the real world through the screen (even though thatâs exactly what you are), since theyâre dressed to the nines as well. The costumes you see range from adorably cute to simple and classic to borderline pornographic, which gets some side eyes of judgment or blatant appreciation from those around them.
You see a group of giggling kids dressed as PokĂŠmon as they run to school as well. The lameass dweeb that you are, you recognize theyâre dressed as Eevee, Quaxley, Gothorita, Hawlucha, and Flareon, a cool mix of the classics and some deep cuts. It's nice to know the youth of today can still be cultured.
Then, you almost bump into a middle-aged salaryman, but thankfully, your quick instincts prompt you to jump out of the way, but he⌠well, it seems like he didnât notice you at all. He moves sleepily to his destination, briefcase in tow. Adorably enough, even heâs dressed in costume as well, sporting the appropriately on-theme look of a zombie, more specifically the one from Plants vs Zombies, with the green-ish skin, red bowtie, brown suit jacket, and ripped jeans. You quietly laugh to yourself as you and the salaryman walk in separate directions.
A few minutes pass by, and with quite a few minutes to spare before your first class of the day starts, you let your pace slow down as you stroll the usual path you take to get to school. The streets are adorned with the classic oranges, blacks, and purples that are the signature of Halloween. You pass by a bakery you and Yuji love, and it is abundant with cutely themed goodies, such as cupcakes that look like spiders, cookies shaped like pumpkins and skulls, and donuts that are decorated with illustrations made of icing, such as witches on brooms and little ghosts smiling.Â
You walk past a sushi restaurant that has cozy, Halloween music playing from the inside, and you briefly see the chefs and staff all dressed as⌠Gordon Ramsay? All you see is an overwhelming amount of pushed-back blonde wigs, white chef shirts, and⌠painted-on forehead wrinkles? Uh⌠okay, well, they are certainly winning brownie points for doing something⌠unique! Yeah, unique is definitely the right way to put it. You find yourself walking a bit faster away from the restaurant, but you see a lot of people walking in, so you guess itâs working out for them.
As you get closer to the university, you walk closer to the anime and manga merchandise store that you frequent embarrassingly often. Itâs where you go to get your posters, figurines, manga, DVDs, and whatever else you deem is necessary to have in your room to galore in private. If only you didnât have class soon, youâd definitely check if thereâs any special sales or limited Halloween merch⌠eh, maybe after class. Just as you think that and almost pass the entrance, the doors burst open and make you jump up slightly.
Bursting out of the door are two male workers, eager to entice customers inside and earn any bonus they can and⌠god damnâŚ
See, this isnât anything new. The workers at this place always do this. Stand outside, hand out flyers and coupons, and let people know that their stock is always updated and that anything brand new is already there. But on a regular day, they just wear the classic staff uniform. A regular company t-shirt and some green pants, nothing special, and it gets the job done.
But today? Shit, their manager must have told them to make sure the entire store goes out of stock today because these costumes are definitely going to have guys running in, no doubt curious to see if thereâs more where that came from and if you donât hold yourself together, you may end up ditching class and walking in too!Â
These nameless studs are separately sporting spiky blonde hair and spiky red hair, and immediately, with your cock hardening in your little green shorts, you recognize theyâre cosplaying as Bakugou and Kirishima from My Hero Academia, aka two guys that you have spent multiple nights jerking off to as you shoot generations of seed into your cumrag. Just like Kirishimaâs quirk⌠youâre hard as fuck. God, they look just like your anime crushes, itâs fucking insane. You really canât underestimate the power of weebs that are dedicated to their craft, huh.Â
Although, would it even be correct to call it cosplay, considering how little, and you truly mean it when you say how little, these guys are wearing?Â
Walking out of the store with all the confidence and swagger in the world, these two hotties strut out in nothing but tight black Speedos that leave little to the imagination. Swaying their hips with the confidence of men who know theyâre hot as hell, they carry large signboards over their heads that read âHot new merch! You donât wanna miss it! (Or usâŚ)â and âSpecial 50% off deals! On us or the merch <3â but to be honest⌠they donât need that to make you consider skipping class and forsaking your education this morning. Those Speedos are tight as fuck⌠so much so that you can blatantly see that theyâre packing major heat. You can see the bulges of their huge cocks and their cum-filled balls that are just waiting to burst and needing to be sucked and worshipped.Â
âBakugouâ and âKirishimaâ hold their signs up with one hand while flexing their free arms, their muscles huge and bulging and showing off sexy tufts of armpit hair underneath. Their bodies are not what youâd expect from otakus working at a damn otaku store. Their bodies are buff, clean-cut, clearly defined, and ready for anything, whether that be a gym day or a night in the sheets. Big, bulging arms, tight abs, meaty thighs, huge fucking tits, and pert and firm asscheeks not hidden at all by their Speedos that jiggle deliciously with each strong step they make as they walk around the entrance... these two guys are basically your wet dreams come to life, and youâre sure that your cock is tenting very obviously in your shorts and youâre thankfully quick to cover your dick with your books⌠not that you think public indecency is of anyone's concern right nowâŚ
To no oneâs surprise, the store is quickly flocked by otaku guys who make no effort to cover their boners and reach out their hands to touch the workers with lecherous hands. But it seems like the workers are eating up the attention and the touching. Multiple hands run across their abs, their pecs, their thighs, and some hands even sneak into the front pouch of their Speedos, but they simply smirk at each other and do a cheeky fratbro-like fist bump.
...
Hot, that was really fucking hot.
The guys who were just as tempted as the others, but with a little more shame and restraint, walk into the store in droves with their wallets in hand, no doubt tempted by the concept of special deals and brand new merchandise.
You canât help but keep staring at âBakugouâ and âKirishima,â who continue to relish in the multiple guys touching them while somehow still advertising the store and waving their signboards⌠clearly, they're loving this special workday. But after a few more seconds, some of the guys get very bold and pinch their nipples as well, which gets some sexy moans coming out of them.
Shittttt⌠thatâs hotâŚ
...
Wait, are they getting hard?
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Before you know it, your footsteps are leading you to the store.
Who cares if you miss your morning class?
Is it really that serious?
If someone told you to choose between sitting in class or touching hot cosplayers and grabbing their bulges, sucking their nipples, and shoving your face in their pits⌠well, the answer is pretty damn fucking obvious!
Your footsteps take you a little bit closer, their moans getting louder (this is definitely public indecency⌠but you donât think anyone in the vicinity cares, and the storeâs probably gonna make big money today) and you reach out your own hand, eager to join the others and-
bzzz bzzz
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âM-mm!â You let out an embarrassing moan as your phone buzzes in your pocket, vibrating against the tip of your clothed cock. Thankfully, the area is rowdy enough for your little moan to go unnoticed.Â
Well. That took you out of your trance. The hand that was about to grope âBakugouââs hardening bulge redirects into your pocket to check out the notifications on your phone.
You look at the screen and⌠ugh.
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stupid: where r u?
stupid: we have class lowkey soon so yknow
stupid: get ur ass over here
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You love Yuji, you really do. Heâs your best best friend in the entire world. Your best friend for life. Your BFFL (Trollz reference goes hard). Your other half, even.
But really? His timing couldnât be ANY worse. But you know damn well heâd fist-bump himself for cock-blocking you and straying away from the path.
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But like, the thing is⌠You could just ignore his textâŚÂ
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But then Yuji will be annoying and spam texts and call you endlessly, and then tear you into shreds for skipping, and you would much rather not deal with that?
But⌠the sexy cosplayers getting groped who sound like theyâre about to bust a huge fucking load in their speedosâŚÂ
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Ugh, fuck!
Fine, so be it. Being a responsible student it is then.
With a frustrated huff, you stomp your way to the university, but slow enough to hear the two guys roar in pleasure as they cream their Speedos. Shitttttt, that made your legs quiver a bitâŚ
Youâre SO gonna give Yuji the nastiest side-eye when you reach campus grounds.
At least you can use this little amount of time to will your huge leaking boner down. Itâs a bit too noticeable in your little green camper shorts.Â
âŚÂ Whyâd you choose this costume? If you knew there were gonna be hot guys giving you boners, maybe youâd have chosen something less revealing!
Ah well, too late to do anything about it nowâŚ
Joyous laughter fills the air, frightened screams are heard all around as friends jumpscare friends, and several whistles pierce the air as students spot other students in particularly skimpy and sexy costumes that for sure are not school-appropriate.Â
Unsurprisingly, the university is bustling just as well with a variety of costumes. And when itâs young men choosing what to wear for Halloween, itâs safe to expect that one will frequently see a bit too much leg, a bit too much pec, a bit too much bulge, or all of those things all at once, just barely avoiding getting dress-coded. Â
But on a more wholesome note, the UTokyo student life department seemed to have spared no expenses when it came to amping up the spooky, autumnal vibes for the university. You see a plethora of artisan-made decor and handmade attraction spots tailored for student leisure and gathering. Close to you is a large dark red tent decorated with black and white lights illuminating it from the inside, serving as a place for students to hang out and chat during this festive day. Additionally, you see several food carts being run by students who got to take a special day off from classes just to make the spooky day a bit more fun and enjoyable for those unfortunate enough to still have to attend class. All in all, itâs fun vibes and full bellies all around.
You walk further into the entrance of the school, admiring the detail of the autumnal aesthetic and cozy vibes, before a black and blue arm wraps around your shoulders from behind. A voice speaks deep in your ear.
âSomeone looks like a happy camper, hmm?â The voice is dark and seductive. âBut those are some short shorts, I must say. Itâs almost like youâre just asking for itâŚâ You feel a Kevlar and Nomex-covered finger glide up your inner thigh. âKinda slutty, donât you think?â
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You just roll your eyes and turn around to push the teasing stranger away from you, and he snickers like a mischievous schoolboy as he raises his arms in surrender. The only thing is that this guy is no stranger, though sometimes you do wish he was⌠maybe life would be more peaceful that way.
âShut up, Yuji. You know damn fucking well that there are worse offenders out here than me.â You subtly gesture towards a guy whoâs dressed (can you really even say heâs dressed, though?) as Ace from One Piece, meaning, heâs rocking the no shirt look⌠at school. Damn, rules really donât matter on Halloween, huh?
âYeah, yeah, whatever.â He looks at the shirtless guy appreciatively before going back to looking at your costume. âYâknow, just because one guy is dressed more sluttily than you, that doesnât mean your sluttiness is just negated.â He fiddles with your little green ties. âYou literally like a porno version of a Boy Scout⌠not that it isnât cute, though. Iâll give you that at least.â
Okay⌠so, maybe your costume is a bit too sexy. You tried to make it more cute so it would overpower the sexiness, but well⌠as New York from the Flavour of Love once said, âGorgeous is gonna devour cute.â You let your eyes roam down your legs, your little green shorts clinging to your upper thighs, with your knees and calves hugged by long white socks with two green rings at the top. Your legs are just begging to be touched by the guys on campus.
Now that you think about it, trying to make your costume more cute than sexy was probably for naught. Especially when you consider that youâre dressed as Keitaro from Camp Buddy⌠aka a gay porn game. But come on, he is a cutie, itâs just that your body has a bit more⌠form. Your light-brown scout shirt hugs your well-developed chest and arms very flatteringly, and your shorts do little to hide your pert ass and hard-worked thighs. With a body like yours, a cute costume is gonna end up getting a little sexy. But, eh, people have worse problems to worry about.
âWell. At least you think itâs cute. A win is a win.â You flippantly with a casual shrug. âBut letâs talk about you. You really think youâre the main character, huh?â You gesture towards his costume with an animated hand. âIâm looking forward to your explanation for this choice in costume, Yuji.â
To that, he lets out a confident laugh. He spins slowly to let you get a full 360 view of his costume, and your eyes try (and fail horribly) so desperately hard not to check out your best friendâs juicy bod as he does so. Yuji, fully aware of his musculature, is sporting a very well-fitting black and blue bodysuit that hugs every accentuates his body, that spent many hours in the gym. Additionally, his handsome and defined face is decorated with a black domino mask that adds a seductive mystique to his look. You know this look, youâve spent a few nights jerking to smut and Rule 34 of the character Yuji dressed as. He even went the extra mile and temporarily dyed his hair black just to commit to the bit, gotta respect it. From a distance, youâre not sure if youâd even recognize him.
He puts on a smirk, reminiscent of the character heâs dressed as, but also natural to himself. âEh, I donât think I need to explain anything, do I? I like to think I give major Nightwing vibes as is. Wouldnât you say so?â He shrugs as he speaks with confident sarcasm. Upon seeing your blank stare that screams, âNo, not really,â he lets out an offended scoff. âOkay, fuck you. But hey,â He turns around and flexes his arms upwards and confidently stands tall. âMy ass alone is all the reason I need to dress up like him, yeah? I mean, come onâŚâ
You, of course, quickly look downwards at Yujiâs ass. Well, fuck yeah. Hugged tight by his black jumpsuit and leaving absolute zero room for imagination, Yujiâs thick, plump, and athletic ass is out for the whole wide world to see, and his juicy cheeks are just begging to be oogled at and smacked. You gotta admit, heâs right. Nightwing has a nice thick ass, Yuji has a nice thick ass⌠what more reason does he need to justify his costume?
With a defeated sigh, you smack Yujiâs ass, relishing the way it bounced in his jumpsuit and how his soft yet muscly cheek felt against your hand. Yuji let out a feigned gasp, but then he just chuckled and shook his head at your usual banter and antics that you both had grown so accustomed to. âOk⌠As much as I hate to admit it, youâre right. Your ass is reason enough, I guesssssssssss.â You say with playful annoyance. âNow letâs head to class. Considering your damn texts from earlier, we just canâtttttt miss it, yeah?âÂ
With that, you turn yourself away from the hot man in front of you and begin to walk towards the entrance of the school, with him quickly catching up to you and walking by your side.
You both naturally fall into idle chatter as you stroll, yapping about whatever the fuck it is you two always end up talking about. You both complain about the state of Genshin Impact and how goddamn horrible the powercreep has gotten, how ZZZ fucked up horribly by making Manato an A Rank character, and instead having random nothing salad trash fetishbait characters be the new S Ranks, and how the new PokĂŠmon game is an embarrassment and that the games from the 2000s era will forever be superior and had actual passion and love put into them.Â
You both yap and yap some more on the way to the lecture hall where your first class of the day is located, but then, a spontaneous hustle and commotion nearby catches your and Yujiâs attention, prompting you to look at each other before you both figure out there are still a few minutes before you actually have to run to class. Â
With curious footsteps, you both check out to see what has the guys on campus whispering amongst each other with admiration, attraction, envy, or all those at once. As you get closer, you also see them pulling out their phones, almost like theyâre the damn paparazzi or something. Okay⌠so whatâs going on? You and Yuji give each other one more curious look before getting closer.
After shoving yourself to the front of the little crowd of guys that formed, you see it.Â
Rather, you see them.
And it all makes sense.
In fact, you shouldâve seen this coming. Itâs your favourite part of the day after all! You were just so distracted by the sexy cosplayers from earlier and then Yujiâs mouth-salivatingly accurate and hot Nightwing costume that you forgot about one of your favourite things about Halloween at UTokyo.
So you mirror everyone elseâs excitement as the objects of everyoneâs attention (and attraction) draw closer and closer to the campus grounds.
And you swear, you can hear violins and pianos playing from nowhere from their presence alone.
Walking with all the confidence and dominance in the world, with faces that must have been carved by Hephaestus himself, and the stature and allure of men in the highest echelons, their footsteps alone command everyoneâs respect and attention.Â
The celebrities of UTokyo have entered the scene, the famous black-and-white duo.
Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru.
Two men, known not just in UTokyo but throughout Japan and overseas as well, for their one-in-a-million good looks and god-given bodies. They are lauded and coveted as Japanâs top two male supermodels, having been featured countless times on the front pages of many high fashion magazines, having walked in all of the most important fashion shows and runways you could think of, and being featured on multiple luxury designers' commercials worldwide. It is no exaggeration, perhaps it may even be an understatement, to say that they are the crème de la crème of the fashion world. No one has achieved what they have achieved, and no one knows if there will be a day when they are surpassed.Â
Satoru sports a confident yet playfully jovial grin, while Suguru dons a cunning yet gentle smile as they both walk and talk to each other about whatever it is men in their echelon talk about. Probably about their billions of yen, or their upcoming vacation to the Maldives, or maybe even the hot male models they bang on the daily⌠but thatâs just your imagination.
While you get lost in your thoughts and fantasies, Yuji speaks the truth in his head. âKnowing them, those idiots are talking their winstreak on Smash Bros. from last night⌠I mean, damn, they were up until 3 fucking AM.â He shakes his head to himself.
But back to you, who knows nothing, you continue to admire these two gods amongst men as they walk closer to the crowd very nonchalantly, as if seeing a crowd staring at you like hungry pigeons with their phone cameras out is a normal, everyday thing. Then again, considering they are celebrities and fashion royalty⌠a crowd of university guys is definitely childâs play for them. But they arenât just handsome, beautiful, and ethereal. Nope, they are also incredibly brilliant and academically adept, being Masterâs students who are incredibly respected by students, staff, and faculty alike. Because being some of the handsome men in the world wasnât enough, right? Like, damn, itâs like that scene in the Powerpuff Girls where Chemical X was dropped into the formula and made the perfect superhumans, but in this case, itâs just sexy and well-accomplished young men!
But it seems like no matter where you are in life, no one is too successful or rich to resist their inner childâs urge to dress up for Halloween and just have fun with it, and itâs evident that even gods like Satoru and Suguru are no exception. Although considering itâs them, they wear and work their costumes as if theyâre wearing one-of-a-kind designer garments and walking for New York Fashion Week, which they have obviously done countless times, the clips always rack in millions of views.
Satoru, with a somehow refined and poised pep in his step, wears a high-quality and form-fitting Spiderman suit. Heâs unmasked, though, of course. After all, why hide such a beautiful face under a mask? His beautiful, white-as-snow hair sways from the gentle breeze effortlessly. God, he makes any moment look like a commercial, doesnât he? His electric sapphire eyes gleam with excitement as he chats with his known best friend, and his lusciously soft lips look like they can make any word or sentence sound sweet and delicious. His costume hugs his muscular frame flawlessly; his perfectly proportioned body allows the ensemble to fit him like a second skin. His body, no doubt, carved to perfection by rigorous but well worth it dieting and exercise, and, of course, god-given genetics, just commands to be stared at and admired. And goddamn, you are gonna do exactly that when the opportunity is given to you.
Naturally, your greedy eyes, along with everyone elseâs (except Yujiâs), then shift to Suguru, and Jesus fucking Christ, it should be a crime to see something like this for free.
Dressed more modestly when compared to his best friend, Suguru, recognizable by any otaku and weeb, is dressed impeccably as Zhongli. His flowing dark black hair is styled in his world-renowned signature man bun with some hair draping down his back. His hair is complemented by his garments, which are so high quality and perfectly detailed and similar to the source material that you wouldnât be surprised if he commissioned some big-name designer to make them just for him. His broad and muscular body is hugged perfectly by his black and brown ensemble that consists of Zhongliâs signature tailcoat, waistcoat, shirt, and trousers. His broad shoulders, sinfully tapered waist, and long legs are accentuated perfectly, and you canât think of anyone other than him who could pull off such a bold choice in costume. His purple eyes gleam like Satoruâs but with more elegance and poise as they chat, and he snickers into his hand at something his friend said.
Soon enough, they get close enough and face the crowd with a smile and a wave, no doubt being used to this type of attention. But their posture as they stand in place, due to the crowd blocking their path, tells you all what theyâre thinking; they, just like everyone, have classes they need to get to.Â
You and everyone else quickly part like the Red Sea (with Yuji walking with heavy steps, since he doesnât give a single fuck), their presence alone wordlessly commanding you to do so. Itâs like you all (minus Yuji), donât deem yourselves worthy enough to even think of breathing the same air as gods like them.
And just like that, they walk into the building, doing what you and everyone should be doing by now.
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Badump badump badump
You hold a hand to your chest to feel your beating heart. âFuck⌠I love going to this school. Those two make Halloweens at UTokyo the greatest thing to ever existâŚâ Your voice has reverence in it, speaking in an awed whisper. âLooking at them never gets old. I mean, did you Satoruâs-â
With a roll of his eyes, Yuji interrupts you. âYes, yes, I saw the way Satoruâs waist looked. Itâs not like you donât say the same shit every time you see them walking around campus.â Exasperated. No other word can describe Yujiâs voice in this moment. âAnyyyyyyywayssssss, enough of handsome male model fun time, we have a class to get to.â He says as he drags you by the arm to your class, as youâre lost in your head, daydreaming about the handsome gods you were blessed with the opportunity to look at.
âHah⌠they looked so divine. They looked perfect⌠Such different costumes, yet they still looked high fashion and sexy as hell. They must have had a whole team dress them or something, and they totally must have taken hours to make their costumes look perfect. Iâm certain of it!â You sigh dreamily, holding your books a bit tighter to your chest, as if youâre some blushing cheesy romance protagonist. âI wonder how they even thought of such perfect costumes? They pulled off the looks perfectly⌠ugh, Iâm so curious!â
As you ramble and yap about the two supermodels, Yuji sighs and shakes his head tiredly as he drags the two of you to class.Â
To tune out your homosexual ramblings, he lets himself get lost in his head and lets his feet go on autopilot.Â
He remembers a particular moment from a few days ago, when he was playing Genshin on the living room TV. Satoru and Suguru came home late to work on some assignments after a day of photoshoots and filming, and spotted the younger guy chilling and playing. Zhongli used his burst at the same time Suguru looked at the TV, and Yuji didnât notice the glimmer that appeared in the black-haired manâs eyes, as his eyes were glued to the screen. And with Halloween having been around the corner, Satoru asked Yuji who he was planning to dress up as for the spooky day. Yuji, with his mind occupied with the TV, mindlessly answered the question, and he likewise didnât see the glimmer in the white-haired manâs eyes.
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Yuji sighs to himself. It all makes sense now; he shouldâve seen it coming.Â
Of course, Satoru would hear âNightwingâ and then think âBodysuit? Spiderman it is!â
And itâs funny that you think those two guys had a team to dress them up in their⌠admittedly perfect costumes. And itâs even funnier that you think those two got up early in the morning to dress up. Because Yuji vividly remembers waking up this morning and walking downstairs in his costume, about to head out just to see the two idiots snoring on the living couches in nothing but their Versace boxers with Cheeto dust on Satoruâs lips and cans of Mountain Dew on the wooden cube table with controllers next to them. Again, they were playing Smash Bros. until 3 AM last night. Not exactly alluring supermodel material, if you ask him.
He also remembers pinching their ears hard to wake them up, them waking up yelling in pain, him telling them school is kind of starting soon, them sitting up immediately from his words, and then running to the washroom in their boxers, pushing and pulling each otherâs hair and fighting over who gets to shower first before they ended up just entering the washroom together and showering together. Funny thing is, there are multiple washrooms in the penthouse, so they fought over nothing. Yuji left shortly after that whole fiasco, already exhausted from their bullshit. World-renowned supermodels who are also genius academics, but theyâre nothing but ridiculous teenage boys in grown men's bodies at home. Never meet your idols, they say...
He doesnât know how they managed to look, and he hates to admit this, flawless and impeccable with such a short amount of time, but well, changing quickly in high-stress situations is a necessary skill for those who walk in the worldâs most high-profile fashion shows. If anyone can do it, itâs them.
You continue to ramble endlessly about how Satoru and Suguru are mythical gods walking among men, and how theyâre so handsome and perfect, and he just shakes his head in disbelief.
âMan, you have no ideaâŚâ He says tiredly in his head as you finally reach your classroom. He then pushes you inside with an expressionless face.
If only you knew.
After seemingly endless hours of textbook pages being flipped, slideshows going to the next slide, snores being heard from around the classroom, and your professors either actually talking about the lecture material or nothing to do with school at all, since itâs Halloween and they wanna chill too, the school day is finally over.
University students flood out of the numerous buildings in droves, and the air is rampant with vibrant chatter. With the day over, everyoneâs talking about their plans for the afternoon and tonight. Guys talk about chilling in apartments and watching horror movies, others talk about going trick or treating as if they arenât grown men, and the majority of them, of course, make plans to hit the nightclubs and get absolutely wasted and fucked up.
You and Yuji are likewise figuring out what to do, with you both, interestingly enough, at a crossroads. And your back and forth goes on and on and on until youâre seated at a ramen joint that you frequently eat at after a long day of lectures. The festively decorated little spot is filled with costumed hungry students and tired salarymen who are all eager to fill their bellies after using far too much brainpower.Â
Yuji crosses his arms like an angry little boy as you two wait for your food. âM.C., you know I love sleeping over at your place every Halloween and staying up all night watching movies and playing games, but my costume is way too hot to not show off!â He says, frustratedly, while flexing an arm. âThis time, I wanna go to the club, get fucked up, and show off to every man in there!âÂ
Here he goes again.
âDude. Youâre acting like I said you canât do that. If you want to do that, go ahead! But you can do that with those other guys you like to go clubbing with, not me.â You say with a deadpan look. âYou know me, I donât do blaring music, flashing lights, and cramped crowds (That sounded very Disney Channel and very "I'm so different", but it's true). If you want countless guys to grope your ass, you can do so without me, yeah?â You cross your arms, daring him to challenge you again.
He lets out a frustrated huff. âBut⌠but, Halloween is more fun with you!â Ok, cute. âWhy canât you just⌠ah fuck it, never mind. Iâll text the boys and tell them Iâm down to hit the club tonight.â He admits defeat and slumps into his chair as he pulls his phone out to send out some messages.
âGood boy.â You say jokingly, satisfied with your little win. âCome on, Yuji, I like spending time with you too, obviously, considering we are barely ever not together⌠But still, just go out tonight, have fun, look sexy and hey, if youâre down for it, just come to my place when youâre done, sound good?â You let out a peace offering to your sulking bestie.
That seems to perk up his mood, and the light is back in his eyes in almost an instant. He grins and sets his phone down. âAlright! Yeah, I like the sound of that. We can just chill after I have my fun. And if youâre asleep, well, Iâll just sneak into bed with you and we can do something in the morning, itâll be the weekend anyway.â Well, at least he isnât sulking anymore.
âMhm, sounds good to me.â You say with a thumbs up.Â
With perfect timing, your food finally arrives. Steaming fresh bowls abundant and colour with noodles, meat, eggs, and vegetables make your mouth water, and the aroma of the broth makes you believe that sometimes⌠just sometimes⌠food is just as good as sex.
From here on out, you and Yuji wordlessly get to work on your bowls, and nothing else matters except filling your bellies with warm deliciousness.
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But you fail to notice something.
Though you can really blame yourself, as you were starving and having a back-and-forth with your best friend, so your senses were a bit occupied.Â
It happened as soon as you walked into the restaurant.
Once you walked in, a pair of eyes landed on you and never stopped staring at you.
When you were walking from the entrance to your seat, the man in the dark corner, his face obscured by the lack of lighting there, let his eyes roam all over your sexily dressed body. While he was enjoying his own bowl of ramen, he let his eyes feast as well. The way your shirt hugged your chest and arms, the way your little green shorts gave a sinfully generous view of your smooth thighs, and the way he got a full view of your ass as you walked around your table to get to your seat, he certainly got a full-course meal for the eyes.
Itâs only natural heâd pop a huge fucking boner in his black tactical pants under the table. A sexily dressed young guy like you would look damn fucking good underneath him as he rips your clothes off your body and bends you over a table as he fills you with load after load after load.
He can just see it now in his lecherous and chaotic mind. He thinks about getting up from his table, hoisting you over his shoulder, bringing you into a dark alleyway while you kick and scream as he forces you on your knees, shoving his huge monster cock in your adorable mouth, and face-fucking you until your stomach is filled to the brim with his cum. He thinks of you on the ground, naked and covered in dirt and semen, as he fucks you into the pavement with his and your semen painting the ground white.Â
The nasty little daydreams playing like pornos in the manâs mind make him tap his feet in frustrated arousal as he continues to fuck you with his eyes in the dark corner of the restaurant.
And youâre none the wiser, fully committed to slurping up the broth and noodles from the bowl in front of you, smiling and closing your eyes in satisfied bliss from the flavours blessing your taste buds and the warm feeling in your belly.
Soon enough, you and Yuji finish your bowls, and you both relax into your seats, well-fed and comfortable.Â
You check your phone to see what time it is. âAlright⌠if itâll make you happy, Iâm down to hang out for a bit before you go to the club. And! If itâll make you even happier, Iâll walk with you there and go home after. Sounds good?â Why are you talking like youâre trying to compromise with a difficult child? Oh, right, because sometimes, thatâs truly how it feels!
Anywho, Yuji lights up like a jack-o'-lantern and nods his head eagerly, happy that he can spend more time with his bestie before he gets fucked up and felt up at the club. âFuck yeah, Iâm down!â He says with enthusiasm. âI know you canât resist wanting to spend some more time with me~â He says smugly before he stops and thinks. â... Hold on, you fucker. Is your delusional ass seeing the perfect opportunity to pretend youâre going on a date with Nightwing instead of just hanging out with your best friend?â
⌠Well, fuck. He got you.Â
âUh⌠if I asked you to kiss me and talk like him, what would you doâŚâ You ask shamelessly. Hey, itâs a valid question.
Like magic, Yujiâs enthusiasm disappears, and a âReally, bitch?â type of look is all over his face. Getting up wordlessly and leaving his payment on the table, he grabs his bag and walks out of the restaurant with childish stomps, his asscheeks bouncing as he does so.Â
But you just laugh out loud at his antics and do the same as him, struggling to catch up to him and planning on (easily) winning his forgiveness by offering to pay for his dessert, as you two do like a sweet treat after dinner.Â
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Not even a millisecond after you left the restaurant, the man in the corner leaves his money and empty bowl on the table as he gets ready to leave. His boner went down, but with a cock like his, he always has a bulge down there, one he flaunts with nonchalant confidence. Â
He stands up, his 6â5â herculean body casting shadows over the tables and patrons he stomps past as he reaches the door.
When he gets out and the sunlight shines on his muscular tank of a body, he stretches his arms over his head, his biceps and shoulders singing in delight as they flex.
Ready to get a move on, he put back on the mask that he had attached to his hip. Itâs an iconic skull-patterned balaclava, just like the one Ghost from Call of Duty is known for wearing. The balaclava hides his handsome face perfectly, the skull pattern making his eyes look even more striking, and he looks just like those muscular thirst trappers on Instagram. Itâs a simple Halloween piece that he was going to wear on the job, but⌠it seems like thereâs been a sudden change of plans for the night. He has something far more interesting planned.Â
He sends a quick text to the guys he works with before putting his phone back in his pocket, not caring what anyone has to say.Â
It read, âNot coming in tonight, suck my dick if that pisses you off.â
With the message sent, his stomach satisfied, and a spur-of-the-moment mission, heâs on the move.
With a smirk under his mask and footsteps laced with unspoken intentions, he walks in the direction you went, hot on your trail.
The afternoon passes by in a flash, but thatâs simply a testament to how much fun you and Yuji are capable of when the two of you are out and about and doing whatever sorts of nonsense you can get up to on the streets of Tokyo.Â
Your afternoon antics included eating far too many spooky themed desserts at the bakery you passed by this morning, trying on costumes at some random shop and laughing at each until your stomachs hurt, and going to the otaku store you frequent often and got distracted at this morning⌠Speaking of said otaku store, as expected, many shelves were empty, and the manager certainly looked happy with the sales they made today. Sex sells, as always.
Little did you know, the two sexy cosplayers were taking a nap in the breakroom from the amount of nuts they busted in the Speedos earlier. Never underestimate the lecherous hands of lonely, hungry, and sex-crazed anime otaku boys; theyâll work you dry, it seems.Â
It seems like you were having too much fun to feel the unrelenting gaze that was on you at all times.Â
As you and your best friend had endless amounts of fun and laughter, the masked stranger never let his eyes off of you, always managing to stay close, yet perfectly out of sight, which shouldâve been immensely difficult considering his height and width. He smirked to himself when he saw you wearing stupid costumes, shook his head in disbelief at how you pigged out on desserts, and his dick throbbed in his pants when he saw the gay porn manga you were checking out at the weeb store. It seems like this little scandalously dressed boy scout isnât so innocent after all; heâll keep that information close to his heart.
Not once did he falter or make a mistake. He never stopped stalking and shadowing you, moving with the stealth and agility only someone with immense talent and years of training can possess. If you turned or changed your direction, he always found a perfect place to hide. If you passed by a mirror or window, he immediately calculated an angle in his mind and found a spot that kept him in your blind spot. And when the coast was clear, he was back on the prowl, following you like a shadow.Â
And as the sun descended and the night sky came alive, the stranger and his all-black ensemble blended into the night only more.Â
Soon enough, after stepping off the particularly crowded metro, you find yourself shoving past countless bodies on the ever-vibrant, rambunctious, and neon orange-lit streets of Minato City on a Halloween night.Â
As should be expected of Tokyoâs world-famous hot spot for nightlife, the streets and its countless buildings and establishments are strikingly technicoloured, music can be heard blasting from the seemingly infinite number of bars and nightclubs you pass by, and your eyes are blissfully bombarded by the never-ending sea of men wearing slutty ass costumes worn with the intention to get each other hard.
Youâre a fairly strong young man, and pushing through crowds shouldnât be of any difficulty on a regular day. But this is no regular day, of course. As such, you need to cling to Yujiâs arm as he sifts through all the borderline naked men who are eager to get fucked up, get fucked, or do the fucking.Â
While you struggle, the masked stalker faces no such difficulties. His herculean, skyscraper of a body alone commands every man in his path to get out of his way and look at him from behind, wondering if theyâre more horny than scared or vice versa. Regardless, even an endless sea of men isnât enough to get in the way of this manâs mission and his goal that has been on his mind ever since he first saw you in that restaurant.Â
Finally, after a few more minutes of struggling and pushing through sweaty and fit men (you enjoyed it, Yuji did too), the two of you stand in front of what seems to be the largest and most popular nightclub in all of Minato City. Booming from the inside, you can hear loud and clear Before the Goodbye by Britney Spears and people shouting along to the lyrics. Alright, the DJ has great taste, youâll give him that. You see tons of guys walking into the clubâs entrance, eager to get down and dirty⌠God, imagine the sweaty and musky inside that place⌠if you werenât so deadset on your plan to just chill tonight, maybe you could be tempted to go inside just for the men, but alas⌠Itâs cozy over cumshots for tonight, boys.
Standing guard like immovable stone walls in front of the club entrance with their arms crossed over their deliciously huge chests is the clubâs security and bouncer team. With expertly trained and keen eyes, the group of colossal and strong men that are built like military tanks, stay vigilant in making sure that any drug that isnât alcohol doesnât enter the premises. Though⌠considering what their costumes are⌠their main concern should be that guys donât try unzipping their pants to suck their definitely huge cocks while theyâre on the clock.Â
Wearing nothing but tight blue jeans and Nike sneakers, this team, meant to stand guard and ensure everyoneâs safety, instead looked like they should be on stage giving lap dances and grinding on the ground. A group of sexy and buff men dressed as the Magic Mike cast⌠yeah, thatâs so fucking hot. And itâs clearly great for business, seeing as countless men stop and stare at the guards only to walk into the club, eager to see what else awaits inside the foggy and musky club.Â
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Remember, M.C., cozy over cumshots, cozy over cumshots.
As you mentally battle yourself to stick with your initial plan to snuggle under a blanket and watch some nostalgic PokĂŠmon classics in the comfort of your own apartment, Yuji pinches your cheek with a hand, bringing you back to the real world, the sweaty, muscle-abundant, and testosterone-filled real world.Â
âM.C.? Dude, stop drooling and listen to me.â You instinctively wipe your chin with your hand at that. âWell? Iâll catch you later? The guys are waiting for me over there.âÂ
He points to a group of guys you frequently see Yuji hang out with at university when he isnât with you. You recognize some of their names⌠the handsome and tall one is Junpei, and the quiet and stoic one is Toge. Other than that, you donât recognize the others.Â
Holding on to your arm, Yuji speaks once more. âYou sure, you donât wanna⌠You know⌠join us⌠or rather, join me?â He looks at you, asking one last time. âI could stay by your side, if you want?â
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Tempting, very tempting. First, an endless abundance of sweaty and muscular hot men all in one place? Thatâs basically your dream. Second, Yuji holding on to you and asking you with that soft, pleading voice of his? Youâre just a guy⌠You can only be so strong for so long.
ButâŚ
In all seriousness, while you like to dream about being engulfed in a sea of basically naked buff hotties, thatâs what you prefer, when itâs a dream. Youâre still very much so, a reclusive hermit whoâs comfortable and thrives in the comfort of his own space with little to no people. So with your decision made and resolve unmoving, you gently separate his hand from your arm, with your heart hurting slightly from the sad look in his eyes.
âIâm sure, Yuji.â His sad look quickly goes away as he nods defeatedly but understandingly, knowing that this isnât your type of place anyway. âBesides, youâre gonna stay the night at mine after, right? Weâll literally be seeing each other in a few hours. So go and have your fun, alright? Donât let me stop you from getting fucked up.â
âHah⌠ok, ok, yeah, sure. Fineeeeeee⌠Iâll see you later, I guessâŚ.â He sulks a bit before pulling you into a hug, snuggling you close into his warm and muscular body. âIâll have my fun⌠lots of fun, heheâŚâ He whispers teasingly into your ear.Â
You both pull away after a few more seconds, and he starts to walk to the group that was waiting for him. âGet home safe, okay? Iâll see you in a bit!â He sends you an enthusiastic wave before he runs to the guys, and they assess their game plan.
You stare at the group until they begin to dash into the club eagerly with grins on their faces, but Yuji turns around and sends you one last enthusiastic wave from afar, which you reciprocate with just as much enthusiasm. You keep your eyes on him until you canât see him anymore.
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Well, nothing else left for you to do here other than to go home now.
With the peppy, temporarily black-haired energy bomb that is Nightwi- you mean Yuji, no longer with you, you turn around and walk back to the metro station, eager to undress, get into some soft PJs, and lounge in bed and do whatever until Yuji comes back.Â
Even though the streets of Minato City are just as crowded and loud, it somehow feels quieter without your friend next to you. But thatâs not a bad thing. Every introvert needs to recharge their batteries, and walking to the metro station with your earbuds in sounds pretty rejuvenating to you.
As you walk, you plug your earbuds into your phone, put them in your ears and walk with a little bit more pep in your step as the intro to Anticipating by Britney Spears blesses your ears.
Though youâre very eager to get home, the fun 2000s beats and the bright lights make the solo journey back a little bit more fun.Â
Youâre alone, but you can still find fun in that, and so, you do.
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But the thing is, you are not alone.
Sure, youâre walking by yourself. Sure, you think that youâre just one man in his lonesome in a sea of many, just heading to his destination like everyone else.
But you were never truly alone.
He was watching you.
The pair of eyes that stayed on you, followed your every movement, watched you when you laughed, and darkened with lust and hunger when you pulled your shorts up, making your ass bounce cutely; they never stopped looking at you.
Every step you make, he follows silently.Â
He will get what he wants tonight.Â
When he wants something, he fucking gets it.
And heâs used to getting what he wants.
After seeing you walk into the metro station, he turns around, for the first time letting you escape his sight for only a few seconds to look back at the nightclub you walked away from, and his eyes look with humour at the guys at the front standing guard, looking like male strippers in their jeans and sneakers.
Funny that, if he didnât spot you in that restaurant earlier and think of something better to do, heâd be standing there at the very front.
He shakes his head and quietly chuckles to himself before turning back to follow you.
âGoddamn fucking losers.â He thinks to himself. âIâve found something much more interesting to do than work.â
With that, he walks into the metro station, shoves his herculean body past the toll gate, completely destroying it to the shock of everyone around him and walks into the train you got in.
He sits far enough from you that even if you did notice him, thereâd be nothing to suspect.
And once more, he watches you.
Waiting for you to stand up, so he can follow you once more.
This time, with you finally alone, he can finally make a move.
Just you wait.
The ride was only a few minutes long, and before you know it, youâre walking on the familiar streetside that you know like the back of your hand.Â
And while it isnât Minato City, downtown Akihabaraâs liveliness isnât anything to scoff at either, and you note with delight that the costumes you see from here on out are less about being sexy and more about otakus showing dedication to the art of dressing up and embodying characters and stories. You stroll past several people dressed as characters from a variety of anime, manga, video games, as well as western media, feeling like youâre truly walking amongst your own people.
One thing about it, as noisy as downtown Akihabara can be, youâre so damn lucky that your dad managed to find this apartment as well as a pretty nice rate for rent. An apartment that you can find solitude in, convenience stores nearby with tons of cutely themed treats and snacks, and a bunch of dorky social rejects like you⌠ah, life is great sometimesâŚ
With Aura by Mariah The Scientist reaching its end on your Spotify, the journey back to your apartment door is finally at an end. The stroll was relaxing in its own way, of course, music and walking are a great way to get your cardio in while you get lost in your thoughts or silently sing along to whatever song is playing in your earbuds.
After trekking over the stairs that are always an absolute bitch to climb after a rough leg day, you stare over the balcony for a few seconds, admiring the bright lights and festivities of Akihabara on Halloween night, and not noticing the eyes that watch you from around the corner, closer than ever.Â
The breeze caresses your skin and makes you dance gently.
Today was⌠nice. Sure, maybe your costume was a bit more sexy than you thought it would be (trying it on the night before the day of wouldâve been a nice idea), but whatever. It was a day filled with laughter, smiles, delicious food, seeing tons of hot guys undressed, slapping and staring at Yujiâs ass, and⌠okay, chill. The worst part about your costume was these damn little green shorts. Considering how many boners you got⌠wearing sweatpants the entire week after sounds like a good idea.Â
But again, it was all in all a fun day.Â
After letting out a contented sigh, you turn toward your apartment door, take out your keys, unlock the door and open it, ready to get some much-needed rest and relaxation in the comfort of your curated little world.
But, in a moment of tired carelessness, you make one grave mistake.
People always say that you should look both ways when crossing the street. It makes sense, of course. If you want to stay safe and make the area around you is clear of danger, itâs something you and everyone else always do.
But thereâs something else that people donât say as commonly as they should, even though it is just as important as looking at both sides.Â
Always look behind you.
Because if you donât.Â
stomp
stomp stomp
stomp stomp StompÂ
STOMP STOMP STOMP
It might be too late for you to save yourself.
Frighteningly fast and powerful footsteps boom on the floor, so fast that you donât have time to look behind you.
Immediately, not giving you even a millisecond to process, react, or fight back, a huge and powerful arm wraps itself around your neck from behind, lifting you off the ground and holding you against a strong and big chest. A large gloved hand covers your mouth and even your nose, not allowing you any chance to breathe or scream in shock or for help, not that you even could, everything was happening so insanely quickly that youâre still in the process of getting to the process of wondering why you canât breathe or feel the ground all of a sudden.
Youâre then carried into your dimly lit apartment very roughly, with the dangerous stranger lifting you with ease, almost like you weigh nothing. The hand that was covering your mouth moves away to shut your apartment door very quietly, to not garner any suspicion, before going back to cover your mouth. It all happened so fast that you couldnât even think of letting out a scream.
Youâre a fairly strong and well-built young man. You work out with Yuji pretty often, and as a result, despite being the socially reclusive otaku that you are, youâve got some muscle and can hold your own when it comes to strength. But with how easily youâre manhandled with just one arm with your legs high above the ground (this person must be taller than a skyscraper), you might as well be lighter than feathers. And with how it seems like everything is happening in one half of a millisecond, even the neural pathways in your brain arenât quick enough to make you realize youâre in danger.
After more seconds of stunned silence pass by, what finally gets you to start moving is the fact that you cannot breathe. With the intruderâs large and strong hand covering your nose and mouth, and his huge arm carrying you by the neck like some noose, no air can come through and your lungs feel tight and desperate. Your survival instincts kick in for you to finally make a move and fight whoever is carrying you by the neck into your apartment. With your free hands, you desperately try to pry the large hand covering your nose and mouth off. Itâs no use, heâs too strong. When that doesnât work, you punch his arm thatâs holding you up. Itâs no use, his muscles easily tank any blows you land.Â
Your air supply is on its last atoms, and you can feel your eyes rolling back and your body feeling heavier.Â
Is this really the end?
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The intruder, whose intent isnât to kill you, notices your slowed movement and he reacts fast, walking quickly and throwing you unceremoniously on top of your bed. You land on the mattress with a bounce, and you can finally, finally, breathe. You cough heavily and gasp desperately, the air filling your lungs like crystal spring water falling onto a flower on its last legs. Your hands gently wrap around the reddening skin on your neck as your breathing stabilizes and youâre no longer on the way to joining the angels above.
The masked intruder watches you with his arms crossed over his expansive and muscular chest as you catch your breath.Â
âOops. My bad~â He thinks to himself, smirking deviously under his mask. âGuess I used a bit too much power. Considering the circles I work in, itâs easy to forget what holding back is.â He sees that your breathing is stabilized. âWell⌠phew, at least heâs⌠okay. Good.â His shoulders loosened of tension that he didnât know was there. Only a little bit, though.
With you on a bed and with him looming above you, he sees a sight that he knew would set his blood on fire from the first time he saw you earlier today. But, seeing it in front of him rather than in his imagination? Shitttttt, itâs even better than anything his perverted mind could conjure. With you lying in front of him like a meal, his eyes darken in hunger. Youâre a vulnerable little bunny; heâs the big bad wolf. Youâre the unprotected prey; heâs the merciless predator.Â
With you on your stomach and unknowingly sticking your ass out like a ditsy hentai character as you recover to come back to the real world, he stares at your ass with ravenous hunger. Those cute green shorts are just begging to be ripped apart so he can shove his tongue inside of you and eat you out like a madman. Your hands that softly wrap your throat should instead be wrapped around his cock while he fucks your throat. Your cute boy scout shirt should be torn apart so he can flick your nipples with his fingers and tongue.
Fuck! His huge cock just gets harder and harder from the feast in front of him, as well as his dirty imagination. His erection is painfully hard, just begging to leave his constricting tactical pants so it can be inside of you instead.
And finally, before he was about to lay a finger on you, you started to move, prompting him to bring his hand down to see what youâd do, so he could decide how to react.
With air steadily coming in and out of your lungs and with enough strength to move, you muster the courage to get off your stomach and instead on your back, only having enough power in you to prop yourself up on your elbows.
Then for the first time, you see him.
The man whose eyes never left you finally meets your own.
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Minus the muffled sounds of nighttime Akibahara coming from outside, itâs absolutely silent in your apartment as you and this⌠masked behemoth stare at each other in the unlit space.Â
Yes, behemoth is the right word to use to describe this man because⌠Youâre sure youâve never seen someone so imposing before in your life.Â
With his head almost touching the ceiling of your apartment, the colossal stranger stands with his arms crossed.
As your vision clears and gets less blurry, you can fully see just who this man is. Standing tall and strong at 6â5â, with large muscles all over his body that could crush skulls and stone, and a presence that screams, âDonât fuck with me,â dark and menacingly, you instinctively shrink under him and feel yourself tremble from fear and uncertainty (which he absolutely fucking loves).
A skull-patterned balaclava (... Ghost from Call of Duty?) covers the mystery manâs face, but you can see strong neck muscles that creep into the black mask. His outfit is fairly simple: a black t-shirt, black tactical pants, black tactical boots, and black tactical gloves, but itâs his body that completes the look and sends signals to anyone that heâs a threat.Â
Tightly fitting around herculean arms and shoulders, an expansive chest, thick and meaty thighs ready to choke, and large and powerful hands capable of who knows what, his outfit hugs his masculine and powerful body as he stands menacingly above you. And though itâs dark, you can see a fair amount of body hair covering the manâs skin, a testament to the sheer amounts of testosterone that must flow through his veins.
Now, after seeing who it was that was able to easily manhandle you into your apartment with no problem at all. You tremble evermore, and if you didnât relieve yourself earlier, you probably wouldâve ended up even pissing yourself on your bed. It was one thing to experience it, but now to see the man who did it... You know you canât fight him; itâd be impossible to beat him or outsmart him. You canât scream, your voice is basically non-existent from the fear that plagues your body and mind. And you canât even call Yuji for help⌠hold on.
CallâŚ
Wait, your phone!
You hurriedly fumble in your pockets for your phone and... nothing. Next, your hands reach around your body for your bagâŚÂ
Itâs not anywhere near you.
ButâŚ
What? That doesnât make sense. It was literally hanging from your shoulder when you were about to walk in-
âM.C., huh? Cute nameâŚâÂ
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What�
A deep voice, deeper than the Ninth Circle of Hell from Danteâs Inferno but somehow just as cold, breaks the silence and makes you pause your movements.
But it wasnât just the manâs bassy timbre that shocked you; it was the fact that his name left his covered lips. It was muffled and said with a tone that sounded inquisitive and hungry(?), but that was definitely your name.
Your confusion and fear make you look back at the stranger, and thatâs when you see it.
On the floor lies your bag unzipped and emptied, and in his hand, between his fingers, is your ID. Scattered on the floor, you see your books, your water bottle, your wallet, and⌠your phone!Â
But youâre far too afraid to even try jumping towards it. Besides, heâd probably just kill you if you did move out of your spot.
He must have somehow separated your bag from you while he carried you inside. But⌠both of his arms were busy making sure you couldnât breathe or struggle⌠how did he do it? It seems like he is as fast as he is strong.
After reading everything on your ID, from your name to your address to your birth date to your birthplace, he simply drops it to the floor and looks back at you with those piercing eyes that stun you with his gaze alone.
And then, thatâs when you see it.
And you⌠you⌠donât know what to think.
It was dark, and it took some time before your vision got back to normal and fully adjusted to the dark space, but as you assessed the man, who basically had your life in his hands, your eyes drifted downwards, and thatâs when you saw something in his pants.
With the context of the situation and how it seems like you may very well die tonight, you immediately think itâs the gun that heâs going to use to shoot a bullet straight through your heart. Said heart races quickly in fear until you realize, guns donât move.
Huh?
Guns donât move or bounce in peopleâs pants yet, in this strangerâs pants, thereâs something undeniably huge, thick, and throbbing in front-
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Oh.
Oh.
You didnât think it at first. Why would you? A masked stranger drags you into your apartment and almost chokes you to death; of COURSE, youâd think he was carrying something like a gun!Â
But⌠the thing in his pants⌠huge, thick, throbbing, and almost threatening to break through the zipper is this masked strangerâs cock.
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You couldnât make it up even if you tried. But youâve checked out enough guys, read and watched enough porn, and spent enough nights in bed with Yuji to recognize a hard cock when you see one.
And thatâs when the dots connect, and it all makes sense.
He didnât come here to kill you; he clearly couldâve done that earlier with ease. He didnât come here to rob you or steal anything; all of your belongings and important things are on the floor and he doesnât care in the slightest.
Heâs here to take you.
To claim you.Â
To fuck you.
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Holy shit, heâs here to fuck you.Â
He stalked you, watched your every move, waited for the perfect moment for you to be alone, and broke into your own fucking home because⌠he wanted to fuck you.
You donât even know how long he stalked you. Despite how huge he is, you never saw him once, and you donât know when he first spotted you.Â
A shiver, in your already trembling body, runs down your spine from not knowing how he managed to evade you or how long he was watching you.
But before you can think or move.
He begins to undress.
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Oh God, heâs actually undressing himself with his gloves already on the floor.
You thought it was a crazy conclusion to come to, and that maybe there was some other reason this man broke into your home and had an erection, but seeing him actually undress really hit home what was going down.
So then, with your deduction being correct and all⌠why arenât you doing anything?
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Knowing your eyes are fully on him, the man smirks confidently under his mask and slowly tugs his tight-fitting black t-shirt up by the hem, revealing the powerful body that was, in all honesty, not exactly hidden at all. His movements, despite his hulking body, are fluid and smooth, intent on making this not just a private show, but an experience.
First, the curtains pull up to reveal his carved-by-the-gods Adonis belt, his strong 8-pack abs, his well-defined obliques, and his tapered waist. As the hem of his shirt goes higher, you canât help but hone in on his treasure trail, the attractively masculine body hair leading down into his pants.Â
Despite how earlier you were genuinely fearing for your life, you canât help but gulp. Not from fear, but from something⌠else.Â
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This is genuinely so fucked up. Not just that, this is fucking illegal.
This man stalked you. He followed you for God knows how long, broke into your house, and almost fucking killed you, all in the name of getting inside of your pants. And here he is, stripping like heâs done this a million fucking times! This is not normal behaviour, and you should run outside and scream for help!
So then, and once again, why arenât you doing anything?
Either unaware or uncaring about whatâs going on in your mind, the masked man easily grabs your attention back by finally (finally?) lifting his shirt over his head and letting it drop to the floor, his mask still covering his face and hair.
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God, this man is a fucking tank. With the widest and broadest shoulders youâve ever seen, huge and meaty pecs that you could grab onto and shove your face between (What? Why are you thinking that?), and muscular arms that some men can only dream of and never achieve, this man is the absolute epitome of male excellence and manhood.Â
He rolls his shoulders and rolls around his neck, loosening his body a bit, and in the process of him doing so, you just stare in awe at his muscular and godly body in motion.
Seeing your gaping mouth and hypnotized expression (youâre painfully unaware of how you look), the man lets out a deep chuckle as he flexes his arms and abs, just to really make you see who youâre dealing with.
Fuck⌠fuck fuck fuck FUCK!
Again, this is fucked up! Fucked. Up!
But that doesnât change the fact that your heart is racing. Well, itâs been racing ever since he broke into your house, but itâs starting to become impossible to deny that itâs probably racing for a different reason now. Youâre still afraid, of course you are; however, your body does feel warmer nowâŚ
After letting you get a good look at his upper bod, the intruder turns around and gives you a view of his gladiatorâs back. Expansive, broad, and full of defined and strong muscles, itâs like he has wings. But heâs no angel, if that wasnât obvious enough. He then bends down, giving you a damn good view of his firm, athletic ass to undo his boots before shrugging them off as well as his socks.
Now, he stands in front of you in just his tactical pants, his huge boner still throbbing in his pants, NEEDING to be free.
By this point, youâre aware that youâre turned on. You shouldnât be, though. Arousal is the last feeling you should be feeling for a home invader, but⌠despite the fear, despite the soreness you feel around your neck, and despite the fact that this man could still very much so switch up and kill you on the spot, a dark and twisted hidden part of your heart loves everything about this. The danger, his overwhelming strength, his anonymity, the home invasion, and the fact that your life is in his hands⌠the twitching bulge in your shorts says everything that needs to be said.Â
Your fear is genuine, no doubt about that. But so is the arousal. Two things can be true. And soon enough, you continue to tremble, but less so in fear and more so in fucked up anticipation.Â
And he notices it immediately. Of course he does, he catches on to everything with those sharp eyes of his. That tent in your green camper boy shorts that grows harder, thicker, and bigger? He looks at it with dark hunger. Your nipples that harden and poke through your shirt? He just wants to bite them as he finger fucks you into the afterlife.
This is all so fucked up. But the most fucked up thing about all of this? He knew youâd want this, that youâd want him. Throughout his life, he had to learn how to get a good read on people, even with nothing to go on. But when he was watching you in that shop, looking at perverted gay shit with red cheeks and darkened eyes, he knew heâd get what he wanted then. Sure, you were a little scared at the start, well, more like very scared, but he knew he wouldnât have to try too hard to get you on board.
And heâs right to think so. You are a pervert. A slutty guy whoâll spread his legs for any man if heâs hot and gets you hard as a rock.
By this point, lust and curiosity are winning over logic and safety in your mind, and youâre more concerned with wanting to see (and touch⌠nah, no need to do that parentheses shit anymore) and touch whatâs in his pants rather than being concerned for your life. Â
And he sees the curiosity and hunger in your eyes. He can feel your hunger as you look at his throbbing boner, and he can be generous when he wants to be!Â
And so, he finally fucking brings his hand to the waistband of his pants, grabs the zipper and sensually pulls it down, the sound teasing you to the edge of insanity because you just want to see his fucking cock already.
The zipper goes down and down, but thankfully, the phrase âEverything comes to an endâ finally has a positive reason to ring true.Â
But⌠holy shit.
Holy shit.
When his zipper came down, you expected his dick to be covered by a layer of underwear.
But no, he was going commando.
Youâre first blessed with the sight of his black bush peeking out, connected sexily to his treasure trail. But his cock is still hidden in his pants, with you only being able to see the base of it. And fuck, you can already see how thick it is.
Then, as if he can sense your growing impatience and hunger, he shoves his hand down, grabs the base of his cock, and finally, takes it out.
Looking straight at you with his cock in his hand, he jerks it off slowly, doing it for you just as much as it is for him.
Time stopped, for you at least.
That⌠is more than a big dick. This masked stranger was keeping a fucking magnum in his pants! Standing straight and tall at 12 inches and as thick as a goddamn magnum, his huge cock is the epitome of a hyperdominant, high-quality man blessed with the best of genetics. Throbbing and pulsating in his hand, his huge cock heavily leaks strings of precum on your floor as he slowly jerks himself off, perhaps letting the tiny bits of pleasure keep him going insane and devouring you too fast. And his balls⌠his huge cum-filled balls are the perfect side-piece to accompany his large cock, and theyâre just waiting to unload his hot, creamy jizz all over your skin, in your mouth, and in your asshole.
The shock slowly fades away and is quickly taken over by your ever-present and powerful hunger, and if the ravenous look in your eyes wasnât enough to go by, the drool coming out of your open mouth for sure was.
That cock⌠was made to be sucked, licked, and worshiped by many guys' mouths all at once; it deserves that just for existing, he deserves that just for existing.
His dry jerking slowly turns into wet gliding as his pre-cum slicks his cock, lubricates it and coats it in his own personal flavour.Â
Taking the hunger in your eyes as permission, and with his own hunger and impatience threatening to make him implode, your unnamed stalker keeps his pants on and closes the distance between you two. He wasnât too far from where he threw you, and his long legs only require him to take a few small steps, but perception makes him look larger and larger as he gets closer to you. The familiar fear creeps up your spine as your stalker gets closer, but the way his huge cock throbs and his balls bounce as he walks immediately makes the arousal you feel overpower the fear once again.
Soon enough, you have to look straight up, as the herculean man towers over you and covers you entirely in his shadow. From here, you see the colour of his eyes. A vibrant green. You didnât know what to expect, but green wasnât going to be your first guess.Â
Itâs funny. For some reason, being able to finally see the colour of your stalkerâs eyes made a weird and very tiny sense of calm wash over you. Itâs almost like seeing his eyes up close made you remember that heâs human, just like you, not some monster from another realm. Sure, heâs still a stalker, a home invader, and he did almost suffocate you to death (none of which is okay, of course!), but knowing heâs a man just like you makes your guard go down⌠only a little bit.Â
When you first saw him, when he was a bit further away, he was absolutely terrifying. Standing still as he watched you like some sleep paralysis demon, you felt nothing but fear. But now, as he looms over you from the foot of your bed, shirtless and panting from impatient lust and with his huge, throbbing cock leaking hot, sticky precum on your clothed ankle⌠lust and hunger are now what cloud your mind.
And so, while youâre still feeling enough fear to not be able to form a sentence⌠You spread your legs, a submissive and silent answer telling your masked stalker what heâs been needing to hear, even if silently.
âI want you.âÂ
Your message was unspoken yet loud and clear, and the man above you grins lecherously under his mask as he descends slowly, planting his knees on the floor and putting his masked face dangerously close to your twitching bulge.Â
Now that heâs close to you, you can hear the impatient and muffled huffs of air from under his mask, a message without words of his desire to dig in.
â... Youâre so fucked, M.C.âÂ
Speaking for the second time tonight, his deep and ominous voice sends shivers down your spine, and you feel your toes and fingers curl in anticipation and fear.
And he immediately gets to work, putting his hands on you for the second time tonight, but this time with different intentions.
You look at his big hands as he grabs the waistband of your green shorts. You look at them, waiting for him to unbutton your shorts and to pull the zipper down before-
RIIIIIIP
All you can do is gasp in pure shock as he, with absolute ease, rips your shorts apart with his hands, making the button pop out and leaving the zipper in ruins. He did it with zero consideration and hesitation, only caring about getting to his prize and leaving decorum at the door.
Maybe youâve gotten used to how, even if Yuji turns into a beast in the bedroom, he knows you like to look cute, so he ruins you instead of your clothes. But this stranger, who knows nothing about you, couldnât care less.
Hearing your shocked gasp, all he does is chuckle before roughly pulling your ruined shorts down your legs, leaving red marks as the fabric scratches against your skin. Next, he grabs your shirt, his hands gripping the fabric above your chest, and before you can even plead for him not to do it, heâs way too fast and tears it apart as well. The buttons pop out, bouncing onto the bed, the floor, or even off the strangerâs body.
Now, you lie before him with the smooth, soft skin of your torso fully exposed. Your lean form is like the sweetest dessert for his hungry eyes. Your cute waist, your defined muscles, your pecs that he wants to grab and squeeze as he fucks you from behind. God, he knew your body was sexy from afar, but up close? The sight makes his cock leak more precum on you and the bed.
And the way your thick cock twitches in your green boxers as you look at him with those angry, afraid, and aroused eyesâŚÂ fuck, thatâs hot.
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Even if youâre afraid⌠ugh, that costume wasnât cheap!Â
âI⌠liked those clothesâŚâÂ
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Your first words of the night, and youâre whining over your clothes? Fair enough, they cost money, and you spent a fair amount of time getting ready this morning.
But what does the intruder do? You hear him laugh to himself as he shrugs his shoulders without a care in the world. He shakes his head and raises his hands as if to say, âEh, what can ya do?â
It did annoy you, but you have to admit that uncaring, disrespectful, and only caring about his desires type of attitude⌠it does make your dick throb in your boxers. His selfish and rude act is hot; you canât lie to yourself.
Seeing the angry look in your eyes, he rolls his own eyes as he grabs your boxers. But this time, he yanks them down instead of ripping them in two⌠which he can easily do! He just⌠wants those hungry eyes of yours back. He doesnât care if youâre mad⌠he just wants you to get back to focusing on him instead of your stupid clothes, thatâs all. Câmon⌠look at him like you were before, alright?Â
Shaking your boxers away from your feet, he tosses them behind him. He looks up and down your finally exposed body, and fuck⌠Yeah, stalking you all day and breaking into your house was sooooo fucking worth it. The sight alone makes everything illegal that he did make potential jail time worth it⌠not that heâd ever let himself get caught.
His gaze journeys over your exposed body. Save for the torn brown shirt you still wear by the sleeves and your knee-high socks and sneakers that he tastefully decided to leave alone, youâre fully exposed and already looking like a wet dream. The cute boy scout wasnât careful enough in the forest, and a dangerous man got his hands on him and is ready to ruin him. But the boy scout isnât as innocent as oneâs eyes may lead them to believe.
His eyes finish their journey down below, as he hungrily stares at your cutely throbbing cock. From fear and arousal, your thick rod leaks pre-cum down itself, but also leaves clear, sticky splotches when it thuds against your stomach. He can feel saliva pooling in his mouth from the sight of your hard cock, and fuck, he swears his huge cock is getting ever harder, if thatâs even possible. Heâs fucked countless guys in bedrooms, cars, clubs, and dark alleyways, but your cock ignites a fire in him that lights his desire a burning blue flame.
As delicious as the sexual tension and anticipation are, heâs tired of waiting. He stalked you all day just to ruin you in bed, and god fucking damn it, now that he has you where he wants you. Thereâs no other path than forward.Â
And finally, he descends once more.
He plants his hands on your Adonis belt and brings his face close to your twitching cock.
Itâs so fucking sexy up close, so hard and wet just for himâŚ
But with his mask in the way, he cannot do much.
So, making your eye widen as he does so, he pulls his mask up from underneath, just high enough to reveal his mouth before stopping.
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It may be dark, and you can only see his mouth and jawline, but you can just tell he is incredibly handsome. With a strong, masculine jawline that could cut diamonds, you can only imagine what the rest of his face looks like. But what catches your eye the most is the scar on the right side of his smirking lips. You do not know the story behind this strangerâs scar, but it adds a rugged charm to him.Â
He knows your eyes are stuck on the revealed part of his face, and he knows why. Even when he's still masked, heâs hot as fuck, simple as. Call him cocky, but considering the number of guys that beg for him to fuck them all night (which he happily does) and the fact that he could break into your house and wordlessly convince you to let him bang you, his cockiness is warranted.Â
But enough of how hot he is.
Heâs done waiting.
And so, he brings his mouth down and wraps his hungry lips around your cock.
Immediately, your knees lift off the bed and your back arches in bliss.
With one of the strangerâs hands holding your hips down, you canât move much, but to not move at all would be simply impossible.
He grips the thick base of your dick with his other hand, holding it in place as he does his dirtiest work on your cock with his lips and tongue
With the way he swirls his tongue on your tip rapidly, the way he spits on it before wrapping his lips around it once more, and his control of his strength and speed that makes sure you feel amazing, but that you also donât cum immediately, itâs evident that heâs a master of his craft and has done this an infinite amount of times to countless lucky guys.
You moan pathetically to the ceiling as your cock feels the greatest sensations possible. The masked strangerâs big and hot mouth is wet and sloppy heaven, and he doesnât plan on letting you catch a fucking break tonight.Â
He moans deeply and dominantly as he absolutely revels in the taste of your pre-cum and skin, but also how perfect your cock feels in his mouth. Your smooth and wet cock melted perfectly in his mouth, and heâs determined to make you see fucking stars.
As he bobs his head up and down your cock, he notices in his peripheral vision, your hands going up to timidly hover above his head, hesitant to hold onto his masked head. Now thatâs cute, he thinks. Itâs in a manâs nature to want to, to need to grip someoneâs hair as they suck you off. He canât blame you, God knows he fucking loves gripping with white knuckles the hair of every guy he face fucks to unconsciousness. But it seems like youâre scared of doing something that might piss him off. Cute, but he definitely doesnât mind the idea of you holding onto him as he slobbers all over your dick. In fact, he wants you to touch him. Therefore, while he still sucks your cock like a champ, he uses his hand that was on your hip to put your hands on his masked head. You do jump in shock, making your cock go deep in his throat (which he fucking loves), but now that you know you have his approval, you tightly hold onto his head as he sucks you off.
âNow thatâs more like it~â He thinks to himself, mentally smirking.Â
With that, he decides to take his cock worship up a notch. Unwrapping his hand from the base, he plants his hands firmly on your hips. Next, with your cock still in his mouth, he directly angles his face straight above your cock and before you know it or have time to react, he SLAMS his face down, taking your entire cock, balls-deep into his mouth with his nose burying itself into your bush.
âA-Aaaahhhhh!!!~~~~....â
You moan to the sky, in shocked jubilee and pleasure, while he moans deeply in satisfaction in response to your noise, but also how all of you felt in his mouth. You feel nothing but hot and slippery heat, and itâs nothing short of life-changingly lewd and divine. You and he stay like for just a few seconds, with him wanting to let you enjoy just being inside of his mouth and feeling the heat.
But as soon as those seconds end, he takes it up a notch once more.Â
And this time, he bobs his head up and down, fast and hard, deep-throating you in the process. And you fucking moan like a pathetic little bitch as he does so, and he fucking loves it. He deep-throats your cock and he moans deeply from how fucking hot this is, from how fucking hot you and your cute moans are. His moans just add another insane layer of pleasure as his bassy timbre sends vibrations and hums that reverberate all over your cock.
But thatâs not all he does to your poor cock, of course it isnât.Â
Itâs a common thing for guys to tell you, âDonât use your teethâ when you're sucking cock. But this stranger is clearly anything but an inexperienced amateur at sucking cock. If one knows what heâs doing, the teeth are just another tool you can use to make a man scream to the angels above.Â
And so, with his expertise, as he deep-throats you, he uses his teeth with the perfect amount of strength to let them grind against your tip and the body of your cock as he goes up and down, and you see nothing but flashing lights as you grip his mask with whitening knuckles and a higher pitch in your moans and whimpers. His teeth add a new level of pressure and friction that perfectly accompany his wet heat, his pearly whites making your body twitch, jolt, and shiver as they gently scratch up and down.
For a few minutes more, he loves on your cock and worships it like a deity.
Thereâs something so insanely hot and right about a big and masculine man like him worshipping his bottomâs cock like this. Sure, heâs the one on his knees, but heâs the one making you cry to the ceiling and writhe in euphoria. He might be on his knees and sucking your dick, but heâs completely in control of your pleasure and body, and thatâs just how he likes it.
Soon enough, the inevitable begins to manifest in the pit of your stomach and in the base of your cock.
This man, whoever the fuck he is, is a goddamn beast in the bedroom, and you already got that message from how he uses his mouth on your cock. Just what else is he capable of�
He doesnât slow down, not once. He just slobbers, deep-throats, and licks as he moans in response to your noises. But a man of many experiences such as himself knows when his bottom is about to cum his brains out, not needing any words to be spoken. He notices it in the way your voice cracks yet rises in pitch. He notices it from how your body trembles just a bit more now. He notices it from how your grip on his mask tightens even more.
And heâs so fucking ready for it all. To hear the noises you make as you crash over the edge. To see how your body will react once the first wave of orgasm washes over it. Will you tremble? Will you go still? What will you fucking do? He stalked you, broke into your apartment, and almost killed you (accidentally. heâll die on that hill), for this moment. To see you cum and feel your hips stiffen in his hands, heâs impatient and hungry for it.Â
So, he takes everything to the maximum.Â
He goes from 1000 to 100,000.Â
Everything he was already doing, he somehow goes even harder, even faster.
The naughtiest and most erotic of noises resonate throughout your apartment: his and your moans, while different in pitch, mix perfectly like a lewd duet, sloppy and wet suction noises from down below do so much to tell the ears what heâs doing to you, and he rubs circles roughly in your hips, the friction providing just another layer of sensations to your already blissfully overwhelmed body.
Maybe because youâre still feeling somewhat shy and reserved (as much as one can be while getting his cocked deep-throated by his stalker), you donât tell him youâre about to cum with words. Rather, you fully commit to saying it with your actions. The grip on his mask, your hips trembling and trying so hard to thrust into his mouth, and your cracking voice, he gets the message loud and clear and pats your hips in affirmation and approval, as if to say, âGo ahead.â
His expert tongue.
His hot and slippery mouth.
His teeth that perfectly scrape you.
His deep and seductive voice that drips with venom and sex.
Itâs too much.
The buildup is nothing but exhilarating, like the moment of anticipation on a rollercoaster before the big drop.
And before you know it, you fall, hard and fast.
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With your eyes rolled back and your moans reverberating throughout your apartment, you feel like you're in your final moments of life, about to meet the angels or the devils.
As soon as the first wave of orgasm hits your body, your stalker, fast as always, releases his hands from your hips, no longer pinning them to the bed. Immediately, your hips fly up and thrust straight into his mouth as you begin shooting your first ropes of fresh, creamy cum. With a thick and big cock like yours and him taking you balls-deep, you donât just cum in his mouth, you cum straight down his throat, and he takes all of your white cream like a champ, swallowing it eagerly.
Feeling his warm walls wrap around your cock entirely as your cock pulses and throbs as it shoots and shoots and shoots is nothing short of amazing on ungodly levels. Your hips stay still like stone, the pleasure making you go stiff as you moan like a brainless whore.Â
Your flavour, the one that is unique to you, and only you, makes your stalker close his eyes in pleasure as his taste buds sing in perverted glee. Sure, you were cumming straight down his throat, but because heâs just that fucking good, he made you cum so much that some of it ends up flooding his mouth anyway.Â
Wanting to see the way your cock erupts with semen, he reluctantly pulls away, your cock leaving his mouth smoothly and satisfyingly.
And immediately, a few ropes splurt onto his face, covering the skull pattern on his mask, his jaw, and his scarred lips.
âGod, thatâs so fucking hotâŚâ
Somehow, even though he deep-throated you, took you balls-deep, and had you cum down his throat, his voice remains smooth and deep, like honey on leather.Â
He licks his lips clean as he watches your orgasm inflict its damage on you. For a few more seconds, you cum on your stomach, his mask, and his neck, painting them all a non-angelic white, and he just watches you with this sinister and satisfied grin, his handsome smile shining in the dark.Â
But soon enough, your hips plop unceremoniously back onto the bed, and youâre reduced to a sweaty, panting mess with your cock weakly splurting out the remainder of your orgasm on your stomach.
After a few more seconds, your vision clears, and you look at the man who just made your cum your brains out. He keeps that handsome grin, clearly being satisfied with himself and what he did to you.
Seeing that youâre somewhat back in the present moment, he moves his face to your stomach, and he smells the scent of your semen on your skin and how it naughtily mixes with the scent of your sweat and your Nivea body wash, creating an erotic scent that is personal to you.
Next, he dips down and licks up your cum that you splattered on yourself as you saw the stars. As he licks you with his lecherous and masterful tongue, he laps up your cum, dips it in your cute belly button, and licks the lines of your abdomen, sending pleasant shivers across your body that combine perfectly with the aftershocks of your orgasm.Â
Feeling a little bit closer to the man, you softly hold on to his mask once more, gently scratching his scalp as he does this naughty yet affectionate little act. It doesnât go unnoticed by him, and he reciprocates your gesture by gently massaging your hips while he feels nice little shivers from your touch.Â
Yes, touch him more, thatâs just what he wants and likes.Â
It is definitely not normal behaviour to massage the head of a man who stalked you and invaded your home because he wanted to sleep with you, but clearly, normalcy and thoughts of safety do not exist at the moment. And besides⌠if he were truly a selfish and evil man⌠he wouldnât treat you like heâs treating you now. Sure, stalking and breaking into someoneâs home is bad, but⌠worse things couldâve happened!
After licking your stomach clean, he moves up to your face, making your heart race as he does so.Â
Now, your face-to-face with him.Â
This is the man who stalked you for who knows how long, broke into your house and forced you inside, hung you from your neck with his arm, and didnât hesitate to rip your clothes off your body.
But this is also the same man who made you see stars with his mouth and touched you so tenderly just now.
Now that heâs in front of you, your heart races faster once more, but not from fear. No, you just feel nervous because even though half of his face is covered, he is even more handsome up close. Such a handsome manâŚÂ God, youâre such a fucking weakling. His sharp and strong jawline, his nonchalant smile, and that scar on his lips; he has this bad boy charm that makes your heart race and want to look away, but you also want to keep your eyes on him.
Up close, his green eyes look at you with that familiar lust, but it seems like heâs taking this time to study you up close as well. From your smooth skin to the way your eyelashes flutter to your beautiful eyes to your cute nose to your soft lips that just beg to be kissed, you were just begging for him to follow you to the end of the world.
With a face like yours, itâs basically your fault that he did all of this.
A few more seconds of mutual attraction pass by; itâs dark and silent, yet the words flowing in both your minds do enough to make up for the quietness in your apartment.
But as he stares at your lips once more, a perverted idea graces his mind, and his right hand gets to work while he props himself above you with his left elbow resting near your head. With his hand, he puts his pointer and middle finger into your mouth, opening your mouth by separating his fingers like scissors.Â
You donât know what he plans to do, but by this point, you at least know he doesnât want to kill you and wants to make sure you both have a good time tonight, so you let him do whatever it is he has planned. With your eyes looking at him softly, signalling your approval, you let your hands grip the waistband of his unzipped tactical pants in his anticipation, and enjoy the warm feeling of his huge cock leaking pre-cum on your stomach.Â
Seeing the look in your eyes, that gives him all he needs to proceed to the next act of the night.
With you looking at him as his fingers keep your mouth wide open by your teeth, he brings his mouth closer to yours, but he stops right above you. But before you can look at him in confusion, you see his mouth move a bit before he opens and sticks his tongue out.
Dripping down his tongue is a cloudy and bubbly mixture of his saliva and your cum that he lapped up. The lewd manmade mixture travels down his tongue before dripping down and landing directly onto your own, and the experience is nothing but exhilarating and pervertedly thrilling.
This is something youâve only seen in gay hentai manga panels, but to experience something so dirty and filthy and with some stranger on top of that, itâs so lecherous and disgusting, but you fucking love it.
Your DNA mixes with his own to create a combination of flavours that is unique and personal to only the two of you. Your cum and its thick, deep, and masculine flavour combine with the sticky and neutral taste of his saliva to create an all-man concoction that makes you moan lewdly as the flavour spreads around your mouth.Â
And what does he do while he stares at you? He just wears that hot as fuck smirk once again as you moan like a whore with the cloudy mixture pooling in your mouth.
âYouâre such a goddamn fucking whore, huh? You fucking like that shit?â His voice, finally clear and no longer muffled, is laced with venom and sex as he talks dirty to you. âThe little boy scout getting ruined and exposed the dark side by the dangerous man and turning into a brain-dead, cum-drunk whore⌠An innocent boy no longerâŚâ He weaves this naughty, taboo scenario that only the filthiest of minds can think of, but considering the context and circumstances, it feels so right. âThat was all a lie, though. Underneath the preppy outfit was a dirty little soul, waiting for the right man to take his false innocence and boyhood. But you donât have to wait anymoreâŚâ His voice lowers to a dark whisper. âIâm here. And youâre mine for the night, yeah?â The stranger looks straight into your eyes, as if he dares you to defy him.
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But you were never going to do that. Not when he tastes so good in your mouth, and not when he looks at you with the eyes of a predator about to sink his teeth into his prey.
And so, with your eyes looking at him with submissive hunger and your pried open mouth letting out a pathetic attempt at an âMhmâŚâ, the man grins ferally with his eyes lighting on fire.Â
âYeah, thatâs right. Youâre. Fucking. Mine.â
With his fiery eyes, he takes his hands out of your mouth and finally plants his lips on yours, immediately initiating a hungry and laced-with-hormones kiss. Your eyes widen from how fast he is, but your hunger matches his, and you quickly wrap your arms around his neck, eagerly reciprocating his fire.Â
Feeling your lips kissing him back and your arms around him makes your stalker grin with perverted happiness. Yes⌠yes! Touch him some more! He fucking needs more of your touch! He comes down and squeezes your body satisfyingly under his weight. With your bodies closer than ever, he shoves his tongue deep inside your mouth, licking every possible area that he can. He savours the taste of his spit and your cum coming back to him, and the mixture froths and bubbles as it swishes around your mouths as he swirls his tongue around your own, in an act of utter dominance.
You're completely under his spell, submitting to his oppressive and hypermasculine dominance instantly. His large body covers yours completely, and it feels so right. His heat, his sweat, his body hair, the feeling of his strong muscles, everything feels so perfect against your skin, and you just canât help but want to feel more and see more of him.
His kiss is nothing short of perfect. Itâs messy, sure, but everything is done masterfully with the way his lips kiss yours at the right time and the way his tongue grazes every area perfectly and makes you shiver. His mastery of using his mouth alone to make you once again crumble to dust underneath him is a testament to how many nights of debauchery this man has experienced in his life. But his thousands of hours spent in other guys' mouths and holes donât fucking compare to this. Your body just responds to his touches and fits against his own so perfectly.Â
With his lips still claiming your mouth as his own, he uses his right hand to swipe all over his neck, slathering it in your semen that you shot all over his neck earlier. And with impatience and a need to hear you scream into his mouth, he immediately SHOVES three fingers deep past your tight ring of muscle and straight into your asshole.Â
âHngh!? A-a-aaANGH!~â
You immediately see nothing but flashing white lights that blur your vision when his huge and thick fingers invade your body. Your whole body shakes and your hole tightens immediately around his fingers as you recover from the shock, but his strong fingers fight against the tightening of your inner walls, forcing them back open and stretching you relentlessly and mercilessly.Â
Feeling and hearing your scream getting muffled by his lips on yours makes him smirk into the kiss and just put more strength and speed into opening up your asshole. Your tight and warm walls feel like heaven on the skin of his fingers, and his huge dick throbs from just imagining how youâll feel around him as he shoves his monster inside of you.
Is he being more than a little rough on you? Oh, definitely. But for you to be able to take in his fat cock, he needs to stretch you and open you up good and hard.
Could he be a little bit more gentle and slow in the process, sweetly scissoring his fingers and whispering kind yet naughty words of praise and encouragement as he opens you up? Sure, but heâs impatient and wants to shove his dick inside of you already. If being rough and shoving his fingers in and out of you and jamming them against all sides of your walls means him being able to fucking you faster, so fucking be it.
And besides, it seems like your hole can handle the rough treatment⌠with the way your hole stretches and loosens nicely despite his force.
He pulls his lips away from yours, to your disappointment, as he looks you straight in the eyes and speaks in that hypnotizingly deep voice of his.
âIt seems like you get fucked on the regular, huh? You Dirty. Little. WHORE.â He accompanied those three words with a hard jab to your prostate, making you cry out like a pathetic bitch. âWas it that guy you were with all day? The boy in the stupid little hero costume?â His voice took on a darker and rougher edge as he continued to speak and finger fuck you. âThe one you kept laughing and smiling and acting like a damn fool with? Is he the one that fucked your hole into being so tight yet loose for me?â You canât even respond with how hard and fast his fingers blitz into you.
But all of a sudden, as fast as it started, he just stopped immediately and pulled his slick fingers out of your ass, with the only sound in the room being your pathetic panting and whimpers.Â
Then, he brought his lips close to your right ear, his warm breath making you want to curl up from the shivers that spread throughout your body.Â
âWell, Iâm gonna make you forget him. Iâm gonna make you forget everything that happened to your body before I found you.â His voice is ominous and dark from his territorial declaration. âIâm going to make sure I overwrite everything. Every touch, every kiss, every time you got fucked, Iâll make sure you forget it all and only remember and crave my touch.â He chuckles darkly. âEven if we arenât together, the only thing you can think of will be my cock. Thatâs not a promise, but a fucking guarantee.â
He pulls away to look you head-on with his vibrant green eyes.
âYouâre. Fucking. Mine now.â
With that, he settles back on top of you, his hips against your own, and spreads your thighs far apart with his own, getting you both in missionary.Â
âNow that I found you⌠I will never let you go. I will never let you forget me.â He lines up the fat head of his cock against your wet hole, making your heart race from lust from his words and imminent invasion. âIf I have to force myself into every aspect of your life, Iâll do it. If I have to travel the world just to be able to see you and fuck you, Iâll do itâŚâ
And finally, the air goes still, and the darkness grows yet darker as he speaks his final words before he starts.
âYouâre mine, M.C., forever.â
And with no warning, he shoves his huge cock straight inside of you, making you cry to the ceiling.Â
But heâs not silent either, moaning deeply while his eyes are shut tight in bliss as he grins like a man who just won the damn Nobel Peace Prize. âOh, fuuuuuuuuuck yeah!â His deep, pleasured bass surrounds you like an erotic auditory blanket. âYouâre fucking so tight for me, boy⌠Just like I knew you would beâŚâ He knew this would all be worth it, but he didnât know just how good and tight and wet you would feel around him, and while he already meant what he said, this just solidified everything in stone. He will never let you or your tight ass go.
The harsh and relentless noise of flesh smashing into flesh echoes in your apartment as the masked intruder jackhammers his huge cock in and out of your asshole with no mercy or consideration for the safety of your body. But thatâs fine, he knows you need to be fucked like this. Itâs what you deserve for being so good for him. Rough and evil is your prize for the night, and he puts everything he has into his strong hips.
It should be agonizingly painful with the way he just forced his huge cock inside of you, and maybe there is pain, but you donât notice anything other than the burning blue pleasure that scorches your entire body. His huge cock makes you feel full in the best way, feeling him claiming your deepest depths as his and nobody else's. And with the way his thick tip just punches and assaults and violates your sweet spot at an inhumanely fast and brutal pace, thereâs nothing in this world that could distract your attention from the fiery pleasure you feel and the way the masked man moans and growls like a beast driven to his primal form.Â
When he fucks you, he goes balls-fucking-deep every single time he goes back in, only to take his cock out entirely and shove it all back in, making him and you sing your erotic duet. The way your moans echo in the apartment, accompanied by the relentless percussion of his huge cock slamming into your ass rapidly and powerfully, the headboard of your bed slamming into the wall, the rustling sheets underneath you, and your bed creaking and crying from the inhumane strength and speed this man puts into breeding you, your room is filled with nothing but the naughtiest sounds known to men.
As he fucks you and breeds you and pounds you and claims you, your room becomes a humid and steamy space. Sinfully adorned with notes of natural musk, sweat, and cum, your room is unforgiveably coated in a testosterone-abundant scent thatâs unique to the two of you, and itâs the perfect perfume for the night.
Your bodies are slick with sheens of sweat that serve as evidence of how truly hard and fast he fucks into you. He can feel sweat dripping down his face and onto your face. The mask feels so unbearably hot and moist, but nothing matters more to him than fucking the life out of you in this moment and making your life's purpose become being his and only his.Â
âFuck, fuck, FUCK!â His voice, once smooth like a bar of gold, has now become raspier and harsh as he pushes his body to the max as he fucks you like a beast. âYouâre mine. Youâre mine. Youâre mine! YOUâRE FUCKING MINE!â He emphasizes each declaration with powerful thrusts that genuinely make you lose your breath and feel light-headed, but he doesnât stop.Â
His desperate yet commanding yells resonate in your empty mind as he breeds you brainless. At your emptiest, his words start to ring true, and maybe itâs because youâre being fucked to unconsciousness, but itâs almost like his words rewrite your brain.
You⌠are his.
You want to be his.
You want him to be your man.
You want your life to be in his hands.
You want him to be your master, your commander, your daddy, your boyfriend, your lover, and whatever else he may want to be.
As long as he promises to fuck you like this forever⌠his word is your scripture.Â
Soon enough, you both feel it, and itâs evident in the way his once powerful and merciless strikes inside you become a bit more clumsy and shaky, yet never losing their strength. Itâs evident in how he canât even speak anymore, just groaning and growling past gritted teeth like an animal as sweat drips down his handsome face. Itâs evident in the way his hands, which are tangled in your hair, begin to slightly tremble in their white-knuckled grip.
You feel it forming in your stomach as he pounds your skin red and tender and your prostate past the irreversible. But itâs not slow at all. Itâs not like a tsunami that grows larger and larger as it gets closer; heâs violating you way too fast and hard for something like that. This is a magnitude 10 earthquake, one that will be felt across your body at the highest intensity and will not leave you the same guy you once were. This man is a force of nature, and your body is just another of the many he has destroyed.Â
And something in you, just somehow, allows you to speak, if only for a few seconds. âI-I⌠A-A-AH~ Iâm close! Iâm so close!â You donât know what to say since heâs still a nameless stranger to you. But that was more than enough for him.
âYeah!? Youâre gonna fucking cum, boy?!â He tries to smirk, but the pleasure is way too strong for him as you tighten your hot, wet walls around his cock, so his teeth remain gritted. âYouâre gonna- A-AH, FUCK! Youâre gonna shoot your jizz all over us? F-FUCKKKK~â He tried to keep his voice suave and composed at the start, but heâs just like you, a slave to the pleasure thatâs about to reign beautiful terror all over your bodies. âI wanna see it⌠hah⌠I wanna see you fucking die in my arms as you cum your brains out⌠hah, SHIT!â The impending orgasm creeps even closer, taking his voice away temporarily.
His thrusts, shaky and clumsy, somehow, and perhaps this is something only a powerful man like him is capable of, pick up in speed, his hips slamming into you at a blindingly fast pace, his hips slamming into yours and sounding like a jackhammer digging into the ground. The amazingly agonizing pre-orgasm sensations begin to creep up his large cock, and his balls slam against your asscheeks, churning and churning with obscene amounts of cum, just giving the man another layer of pleasure that washes across his muscular, flexing body. All of his muscles are working overtime, flexed to the max and gleaming with sweat.
This is it.Â
This is fucking it.
This is what he wanted as soon as he saw you in that damn restaurant with your slutty little outfit.
This is the moment he did all of that fucked up shit for.
To see you fall apart from his cock.
To see your eyes fall back as you dance on the line of unconsciousness.
To see your face and hair get coated in your own cum.
To fill you up and watch your cute tummy bloat from the tip of his cock going deep as he breeds you with an endless amount of his warm, hot, and thick cum.
To truly claim you, body and soul, inside and out, forever and always.
Feeling the climax of the night approaching, he wraps his arms around your neck, surrounding you in his hot, sweaty embrace. With your body under his, your faces are almost buried in each otherâs necks, and his broad back and shoulders are painted red with your scratches, and his hands are gripping your hair in desperation.Â
And thereâs only one way to move.
Forward and off the edge of no return.
âFUCK FUCK FUCK! IâM GONNA CUM!!!â His voice booms in your ear. âFUCK, WEâRE CUMMING TOGETHER, BABE! COME ON!!! CUM CUM CUM CUM CUM CUM CUM CUMMMMM!!!!!!â
And finally, the climax comes.
And itâs a beautiful mess decorated with red, sweaty skin, endless strings of cloudy white, and eyes rolling back in ecstasy, euphoria, and bliss.Â
The masked man roars like a primal beast as the first and most powerful waves crash over his body. With one final, strong thrust, he buried himself inside you as balls-deep as humanly possible as the first bucketloads of cum erupted from his huge dick like a volcano. Just like his huge cock and fat balls, his hot, thick jizz full on floods your hole and insides almost instantly. He fills you with as much of his semen as possible, genuinely trying to breed you and knock you up, with such things as logic and biology not existing at the moment.
Your stomach, already bulging from his huge cock being deep inside you, feels a hot warmth spread inside as he claims ownership of you from deep inside, as it subtly bloats from him filling you up.
As he growls and pants as he holds as close and tight to him as he can as he breeds you, you werenât even able to scream or moan as your vision blurred and got cloudy from the sheer pleasure crashing and washing over you like lava, water, and a landslide. Your eyes are shut tight, as you hug his head close to yours with your arms wrapped around his neck so tight that your elbows rest above the back of his neck. His mask roughly scratches the side of your face, but it hurts so good, and as he pants and groans near your ear, it just reminds you that youâre going through these amazing sensations and falling apart together.
Like a water gun, your cock splurts out ropes and ropes of cum that stick and get all over your stomachs as you hug each other close and rub on each other. Your tip feels even more pleasure as you shoot as it grinds against the masked manâs strong and defined abs, making your oversensitive member reach higher plateaus of pleasure.
Soon enough, thereâs just no more space inside of you that can hold more of his cum, but he doesnât take his cock out. You could offer him all the money in the world, and if you were some other guy, heâd take it out. But for you, nah, heâs staying inside of you until he decides when to pull out. As such, hot fresh semen begins to splurt out of your hole with sticky wet noises, getting all over his balls and sliding down your ass and onto the bedsheets below.Â
He holds you tight tenderly and territorially, the way you fit perfectly under him and in his embrace not going unnoticed despite the intense sensations doing its damage to his body.
One more minute of balls-deep breeding passes by before you both inevitably come back to Earth from the astral plane, and he immediately tiredly plops on top of you, initially taking your breath away as he crushes you under his weight, but youâre a strong man, youâll be alright. And itâs comfortable under him, feeling protected under his strong, colossal body despite what he did to get you in bed.Â
You both pant heavily as your bodies glisten with sweat and semen, and the air around you is humid and hot with the strong, concentrated scent of said elements, but itâs all so perfect. The calm after the storm feels nice as your body loosens off all tension and feels safe and warm under his weight. His hands, once gripping your hair, now softly rub your scalp, his strong fingers making warm tingles spread across your body.
Soon enough, with your arms loosening around his neck, he lifts himself off of you, but just a bit; he could tell you love being under him. And he doesnât take himself outside of you, his cock feeling way too snug and cozy inside. With uncharacteristically warm and satisfied eyes, the masked man comes close to your face and kisses your cheek tenderly, him humming affectionately as he does so.
âYou alright?â His voice is tired yet playful. âThink you can⌠mmm, I donât know, say something? He says, sort of awkwardly, as he plants a kiss on the other side of your face. âCâmon, M.C⌠talk to me?â This time, he plants a soft kiss on your lips, nibbling your bottom lip gently for a bit before separating to look at you with those green eyes.
After everything⌠You donât feel anymore fear for the man. Sure, itâs insane, but he did fuck your brains out and... logic isnât much of a real thing right now.Â
âIâm⌠Iâm good, hahaâŚâ You laugh awkwardly, realizing this is your first time talking to the man while he isn't fucking you hard. âYouâre⌠really good at⌠you knowâŚâ Your cheeks flush and you have to look away from him for a bit as some much due post-nut embarrassment sets in.
He chuckles deeply at your cute little display. âYeah? Iâve just got lotsa experience, babyyy~â He says playfully. âYouâre not the first one to tell me Iâm a god in bed. I hear it alllll the time~â He softly nips one of your cheeks playfully with his lips as he brags about his bedroom prowess.
You chuckle shyly from his figuratively and literally playful lips. âI⌠hah⌠I believe youâŚâ
From the way he fucked you hard and is basically amazing at everything he does, youâre sure heâs spent many nights in guysâ beds or wherever else. God⌠just what else can he do? What else has he done? Threesomes? Roleplay? Public sex? You name it, and youâre sure heâs probably done it.
He stares at you with his green eyes, and he smirks in pleasure as he feels the way your asshole suddenly tightens around balls-deep cock. âMmm, did that turn you on, boy? Did you get a little hot thinking about all the things I might have done? Are you thinking of me doing different things and maybe even imagining me doing them with you?â His big dick, that never went soft even after such an orgasm, twitches inside of you, feeling your arousal igniting his own once more. âWe can do whatever you want, baby⌠youâre mine now after all. My cock is allllllll yours. As well as my tongue and my muscles⌠and my voice⌠Iâm yours just as much as youâre mineâŚâ He whispers these possessive and hot words straight into your soul, and he licks the shell of your ear as he does so. âYou wanna keep going, baby? Iâm still sooooo fucking hard⌠and I can feel that you are too. Letâs keep going, baby? You know you wanna say yesâŚâ
His deep and seductive voice lures you like a sirenâs song to rejoin him in the depths. With his hot whispers that touch your soul, his thick cock twitching inside you, ready for more, and you simply not being satisfied with just two orgasms, your answer was already written in stone.
âY-yeah⌠Yes, please⌠I want to do more with youâŚâ Your voice is already losing that afterglow sweetness, and it lowers from arousal and anticipation. âMake me scream againâŚâ
Just those few words, and the fire in his eyes burns blue once more.Â
With his cock throbbing inside of you, ready to go wild again, he lifts himself off of you, puts your legs over his shoulders and looks down at you with his ever-hot, perverted gaze.
âWeâre gonna go all fucking night, babyâŚâ
Hours and hours pass with you both fucking like wild animals in heat early into the morning.
This masked wildman did things to your body that can never be taken back, not that youâd ever want to forget what he did. In fact, you just want him to do more and more things to you and make you feel even more things that you never thought were possible.
He fucked you on every possible surface. The floor, the couch, the bathroom counter, in front of the window, your little table, and even in front of your shelves of male figurines, their plastic eyes staring at you by the dozen as you get pounded in front of them.Â
He fucked you while standing up, bouncing you up and down his thick cock with his powerful arms and making you see stars as he impaled you over and over again before you inevitably shot cum all over his abs and chest.
He made you ride and bounce on his cock like a slutty cowboy while he sat on your couch with his arms resting behind his head, his biceps and shoulders flexing tantalizingly, and his armpit hair exposed sexily. After a few more amazing seconds, your cock shot cum all over his chest and his lips once more, with him licking his lips lustfully and groaning to the ceiling as he filled you once more with his excess semen dripping down his balls and onto the couch.
He made you ride his face while he lay on your bed with you holding onto the headboard for dear life, his masterful tongue digging deep inside of you and lapping up all the cum he blasted into you with perverted pleasure and jerking off his huge cock in the process. The feeling of his tongue going deep inside you as you grinded your ass on his face along with the feeling of the rough fabric of his mask rubbing and creating friction against your perineum made your body feel so hot and pleasured that it wasnât long until you ended up your shooting cum all over his mask, your pillows and the headboard with him moaning in your asshole as he shot ropes of semen all over his abs and your back.
And finally, here you two are now, on the final act of the night, while actually being in the early hours of the morning.Â
He lies on your bed, his body exhausted, hot, and sweaty, but still passionate and engaged as you rest on top of him while he fucks you firm yet softly, very much aware that your candle is on its dying flame. Your mind is awake, but youâve exhausted yourself by this point, resting your face in his sweaty neck and whimpering and whining softly.Â
His arms hold you close, one wrapped around your shoulders and the other hugging your lower back. He knows youâre on the brink of passing out from overexertion and exhaustion, but he wants to make you cum just one more time. Heâs a greedy man as well, wanting you to cum just as much as he wants to himself.Â
And as he fucks you, he kisses the side of your head tenderly, and he whispers uncharacteristically sweet nothings to you that contrast with his earlier declarations and dirty talk. Itâs so interesting how many sides this masked stranger has to him. He can be very rough, very scary, and very overpowering, which was nothing short of amazing and exhilarating. But he has shown that he can be sweet, playful, and charming⌠although something in you feels like heâs not used to showing that side of himself⌠but you really donât have anything to go off except your gut feeling.Â
Soon enough, you feel your final orgasm coming, and he feels his as well, his hips going inside of you harder and faster, serving as an indication.Â
And soon enough, with a satisfied and tired groan coming out of his open lips and pleased whimper coming outside of you, he fills you up once more, his now-familiar warm cum making you feel claimed and satisfied.Â
Immediately after you cum, you just go limp on top of him with your face buried in his neck, his large and muscular body feeling like the perfect bed to rest on after such a strenuous and passionate night with him.
With you on top of him, he holds you close with one arm and scratches your hair affectionately as he catches his breath and looks up to the ceiling in satisfaction.Â
Youâre exhausted, but youâre so, so satisfied. Feeling warm, full, and comfortable in the arms of this man whose name and face you still donât know yet.
Though youâre tired and drained, you move just a little bit to be able to look at the side of this manâs face.
Feeling you shift around, he looks away from the ceiling to see you looking back at him, and you can hear him let out a deep and muffled chuckle from under his mask that he at some point put back over his mouth.
After spending such a passionate and fiery night with him, you want to see the face of the owner of those striking green eyes, that deep and seductive voice, and that huge fucking cock. But with the way he plays with your hair, the way his arm rubs your back, and the way his eyes look at you so warmly⌠You just feel yourself fall back into his neck and snuggle into him.
Heâs no idiot; he could see from your tired yet exploring eyes that you want him to take off the mask. But⌠the right moment will come for you to see man underneath. Maybe when youâre not⌠about falling asleep because you two had sex all night. Yeah, that sounds right.
And besides.
âYouâre mine, M.C. Donât ever forget that. Iâll be with you again soon.â
His voice is warm and affectionate, yet firm and serious.
âIâll meet you again in more normal circumstances, yeah?â
Your eyes slowly close, his deep voice lulling you to sleep.
âGood night, M.C. And uh⌠ahem⌠Happy HalloweenâŚâ
You donât hear as he awkwardly laughs at himself and his words, his voice becoming more distant as the world of slumber beckons you.
But in your final moment of consciousness, you feel a familiar pair of lips kissing your hair.
And finally, you fall asleep in the warm embrace of a stranger whose name you donât know but got acquainted with during a night of passion.
Feeling you go soft and warm in his arms, the masked man pulls his mask back down and closes his eyes as well, simply enjoying the feeling of you against him in this comfortable bed in this cozy little room that he⌠forced himself inside of, but whatever, thatâs old news.
He feels the world of sleep calling him as well, and if heâs lucky enough, maybe heâll see you there, and you'll be together even in another world.
âŚ
bzzz bzzz
Peace, quiet, and warmth. Thatâs all this big guy needs to fall asleepâŚ
bzzz bzzz
He smiles, feeling your firm yet soft muscles on his own in this comfortable embrace.
bzzz bzzz
âOh, for fuckâs sake!â He whisper yells as the incessant buzzing of your phone interrupts his attempt to fall asleep with you. He gently untangles himself from you, laying you gently down on the bed so you donât wake up. âOf all fucking times to send messages, someone decides to fucking do it when itâs actually quiet. Fucking perfect.â Heâs very fucking annoyed and tired.
Seeing your phone screen flashing on the spot where he emptied your bag, he sighs dramatically as he forces himself off the bed to turn the damn thing off so he can snuggle with his new boy and go the fuck to sleep.
He puts his cock back into his pants and pulls the zipper up as he walks to the damn thing, sighing like a tired dad. He bends down to pick up the device and looks at it with hatred.
And before he sees what the fuck is so important that someone has to text you at this ungodly hour, he yanks the mask off his head, the heat and wetness too irritating to ignore.
His wet and hot skin immediately sings in glee as the air washes over his face. His mid-length black hair falls handsomely like a movie shot, somehow still soft and smooth despite how sweaty he got. A satisfied sigh escapes his scarred lips as his face enjoys the air touching it.
But the bliss is only temporary as he looks back at your phone in his hand, and his scowl comes back.Â
âAlright, Iâll at least see whatâs up.â He talks to himself in his head. âIâm sure itâs not important, so Iâll just turn his phone off, get back in bed, andâŚÂ Oh, fuck.âÂ
He turns off your phone and throws it on your bed before he quickly puts the rest of his clothes on.
Well, there goes his cozy night with his new boy.
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stupid: hi so idk if u r asleep but weâll be done in like two ish hours
stupid: iâll see u soon?
stupid: ok since ur not saying anything im gonna assume ur sleeping rn so iâll be quiet when i come in
stupid: cya
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Heâs tired, heâs exhausted, and he had to drink a lot of water so that he wasnât too drunk to get on the metro and back to your place, but Yuji has a blissful puppy dog smile on his face as he walks up the stairs to your apartment.
âHeheeeee~ I had so much fun~â Well, heâs still a little whimsy from the drinks, but heâs mostly in control of himself, so itâs fine. âTime to snuggle with M.C.~ Time to hug him and cuddle with him and play with his hair~âÂ
He sways on the way to your door, and he bends down to get the secret key that you hid under one of the nearby plants. Then, he inserts the key before noticing something weird. âHmmm?~ His door is unlocked?â He tilts his head questioningly before shaking his head with disapproval. âSilly boy~ You have to lock your door because if you donât⌠a bad guy might come in!â He laughs like a little boy at your silly little mistake. âBut itâs okay⌠because Iâm here~â
With that, Yuji opens the door and sees all the lights turned off.
âMhm⌠so you are asleep⌠aw⌠but we couldâve played some games or watched movies or⌠heh⌠heheh, something else~ But thatâs okay⌠I could go to sleep, I guessâŚâ
He stumbles into the room and takes off his clothes as he walks to your bed.
Then he stops in his tracks as he notices something.
âMmm⌠it smells nice in here⌠did he randomly decide to clean his room while I was having fun? Smells like fresh sheets and cleaner~â
He sees you snoozing under your sheets, snoring softly. âAww⌠my cute bestie~ Were you lonely? Donât worry⌠Yuji is hereâŚâÂ
He pulls up the blankets to sneak in before he notices something else.Â
âOoh~ Your bedsheets smell so nice and clean! Um⌠did you really decide to clean your room and wash everything? On⌠Halloween? Were you really that bored without me? Iâm so sorry⌠Iâll make it up to youâŚâ
With that, he sneaks into your bed and immediately hugs you from behind, making you his little spoon.
He nuzzles his face against the back of your neck and wraps his arms around your waist. âDid you take a shower? You smell so nice, M.C.~ And I love when you wear this hoodie when you sleep, itâs like Iâm hugging a huge pillowâŚâ He closes his eyes as he cuddles your slumbering self.
âIâm sorry for leaving you alone⌠Iâll make it to you tomorrow?â
With that, he quickly falls asleep, his snores immediately echoing in your bedroom, but you got used to that shit ages ago.
He snuggles even closer to you in his sleep with his dick rubbing against your ass as he gets hard in his sleep.
But in both of your slumbers, you both are unaware of the cum that leaks out of your hole and soaks your underwear.
A little bit before Yuji's arrival
âFor fuckâs sake, I could be fast asleep in bed with M.C. But noooooo, here I am fucking cleaning the scene of the crime.â He complains to himself as he washes your asleep body in the bathtub with your washed bedsheets in the dryer. âAfter some damn good sex, I want to rest too, you know? Tops deserve some care and relaxation too...â At this point, heâs just speaking nonsense as he rinses conditioner from your hair.
After a few minutes pass by, he puts the fresh and clean bedsheets over your mattress, and he puts you in some clean clothes before gently setting you down and pulling the blankets over you. He looks at you wistfully, desperately wanting to just deal with whatever punishment comes his way for breaking into your house just so he could hold you close and fall asleep. But alas, heâd rather not deal with Kentoâs annoyed glare as he bails him out of a cell⌠againâŚ
With you snuggled into the fresh sheets and snoring softly like an angel, he looks around the apartment and sighs once more when he sees the cumstains you and he left around the place. âIf I knew someone was gonna come over, I wouldâve just kept us on the bed all night⌠ugh, god damn it.â
And so, like some buff male version of Cinderella wearing a wrinkled t-shirt and cum-stained pants instead of an elegant ball gown, he scrubs every surface that had cum on it clean with the window open so the scent of sex can escape.
âCanât believe Iâm doing this shit. If the guys saw this, theyâd never let me forget itâŚâ He complains while he looks in your kitchen cabinet and finds what heâs looking for, a bottle of air freshener.Â
He sprays it around the place, for sure hiding the traces of the sexy, raunchy night the two of you had.
He closes his eyes in frustration as he remembers the fun night you two had and is being forced to say goodbye too soon. âFuck my life, man.â
With that finished, he looks around your apartment and sighs in relief when he deems it perfectly clean of any evidence.Â
He picks up your phone once more and sighs when he realizes he doesnât have much time before your friend is coming over.
He shoves his mask in his back pocket before walking over to your slumbering body quietly. He bends over, his face looming over yours. âIâm sorry I have to leave without saying goodbye, M.C⌠and⌠uh⌠sorry for stalking you and breaking into your house, but, hey, it all worked out, yeah?â He chuckles awkwardly before looking at your handsome, sleeping face. âIâll see you again, trust me on that, okay?â
With that, he plants a tender kiss on your cheek. He never did this for anyone before; heâs not used to putting such tender gentleness into the things he does, but⌠with you, it just feels like the right thing to do.
Not wanting to say goodbye but being forced to do so, he walks to the door, turns off the lights and is about to walk out regrettably until he sees somethingâŚ
Somehow going unnoticed by him as he cleaned your place like he was in The Big Comfy Couch or some shit, he spots your torn shorts and shirt that he pulled off you at different points throughout the night.Â
â... Hah⌠god fucking damn it.â
After grumbling to himself angrily the entire way back home, heâs finally back in the familiar, warmly-lit, golden and wooden elevator thatâll take him back to the palace in the sky.
As he ascends higher and higher to a world that only a few men can call home, he checks his phone.
He smirks to himself as he looks at his new home screen photo. Hidden by some app icons, but still perfectly visible, is your cum-covered torso. Your face is tastefully hidden, and your cock is hidden to maintain some anonymity and censorship, but now whenever he opens his phone, he has something to remind him of the boy he claimed as his own and how he made you a mess your first night together.Â
His smirk gets more arrogant as he sees messages from angry coworkers and fuck buddies begging for a taste of his cock. âPfft, fucking losers.â He shoves his phone back into his pocket. Heâll deal with that shit later⌠maybe in two days or something.
Soon enough, the elevator lets out that familiar ding and the golden doors and he sighs with relief.
Stepping forward into the illustrious penthouse, heâs glad the long journey is done.
Heâs back home, and he can finally go the fuck to slee-
âToji. Youâre back.â Giving him an unimpressed look, Sukuna stares at him from the couch. âIâm surprised, you usually never come home on nights like Halloween.â He looks down and sees the white cumstains on the front of Toji's black pants. âWhat? Your one-night-stand had to kick you out of his place, and you had to come home like an abandoned old dog? Now thatâs fuckinâ hilarious~â He snickers to himself as he drinks some insanely expensive wine straight from the bottle.
âAh, fuck off, man. At least I got laid.â He looks at the other couch and sees his handsome blond friend fast asleep, with multiple beer cans under his feet. âSeems like the big boss's guard dog was too busy keeping his boss safe all day and all night and couldnât have any fun for himself⌠Now thatâs fuckinâ hilarious~â He imitates Sukuna's little taunt with a jab of his own.
Sukuna simply rolls his eyes and chuckles before grabbing an unopened can of beer from the table. âCatch.â He throws it with expert precision, and Toji catches it and nods his head in gratitude before cracking it open and downing the liquid gold.
âAhhh⌠thatâs fuckinâ good.â A beer after hours of hard sex, there might not be anything better than that. Toji walks to the couch and immediately plops down next to Sukuna, sighing in relief that he can finally sit down and fucking relax. He looks back at the sleeping blond on the other couch. âPfft, were the Halloween staff parties and evening galas that bad this time?â
âFuck man, you have no ideaâŚâ Sukuna sighs tiredly. âAll that damn corporate speak, thanking sponsors, and having to listen to a million speeches⌠it wouldâve been more fun if you were there so we could at least have hit on some hotties together.â He fiddles with his outfit as he speaks. âAt least I could spend one day out of that damn suit on the job. I guess Halloweenâs good for one thingâŚâ
Toji checks out his friendâs costume. âDeadpool? Really? Why the hell did you choose to dress up as Deadpool of all things?âÂ
Sukuna shrugs. âEh, Yuji was getting a buy two, spend less deal when he was ordering his Nightwing costume, so he offered to get me this thing. Looks hot though, yeah?â He flexes his arms in a cocky fashion.
Toji finishes his beer as he sees the black and red fabric from his friendâs big muscles. âMmm, looks alright, I guess.â He says dismissively, but letting out a devious laugh as Sukuna hits his arm in annoyance.
Toji then nods his head in the direction of the passed-out CEO. âSo, what exactly is he supposed to be? He looks like he's wearing⌠what he always wears.â Toji looks at his sleeping friend confusedly, wondering if he's actually wearing a costume or not.
Dressed handsomely in a green suit and a red tie, he looks⌠like he always does. He then looks back at Sukuna, who shrugs.
âSee, Kentoâs first mistake was asking a fucking otaku like Satoru of all people what he should wear for Halloween." He scratches his head as he tries to explain. "From what I remember⌠heâs supposed to be this dude named Loid from⌠uh⌠the Spy⌠um, Spy Kids? Ah fuck man, I donât know, I honestly tuned the conversation as soon as his dumbass started talking. But what I do know is that the character is blond and wears a suit, which is... basically what Kento already wears every dayâŚâ
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âDamn.â
âYeah, I know.â
Some silence passes before Sukuna speaks up again. âSo, was he tight?â
Toji simply smirks and leans back on the couch, manspreading and resting his arms on the back. âFuck yeah.â
Hearing that, Sukuna smirks and leans closer to Toji. âWas he loud?â
âYessir.â
âCute or sexy?â
âBoth.â
âWould you let me have a go at him?â
Toji laughs darkly at that and puts his hand on his friendâs shoulder. âNow, what kind of friend would I be if I said no?â
Sukuna pumps a victorious fist in the air upon hearing that, âFuck yeahâŚâ
Laughing like a pair of dumb frat boys, Toji and Sukuna end up talking more about Tojiâs fun little Halloween affair.Â
But after a bit of time passes and a few more beers are chugged, Sukuna notices something by Tojiâs legs. âHey, did you go shopping or something? Why do you have a bag from⌠an anime store? Dude, you secretly some otaku like Satoru or some shit?âÂ
Toji, a little bit tipsy now, tilts his head in confusion before he looks at his feet, spotting a light pink bag with some anime boy on it.
⌠Ah, right.
Before leaving your apartment, he scrambled around your apartment looking for a bag to stuff some crucial evidence in, and well⌠with the clock ticking and this stupid dainty thing being the first he found, desperate times called for desperate measures.
âDude, fuck no, I just had some shit I needed to bring back with meâŚâ
Sukuna just tilts his head questioningly at that and silently urges his friend to continue.
âItâs actually a good thing that you reminded me about this shit.â He picks up the bag and looks into it and letting out a tired sigh. âUh...Is Suguru home?â
At the random mention of the other black-haired man's name, Sukuna is even more confused. âHmm, nope. He and Satoru are probably at some club or asleep at some fast food restaurant like the fuckin' idiots they are. But what does he have to do with that bag, though?â
âHeâs good at fixing clothes, yeah? Since he does that fashion shit or whatever, he mentioned being good at that, I thinkâŚâ
âHe did say that ages ago, but again, what does that have to do with⌠uh...?â As soon as Toji pulls whatâs out of the bag, heâs rendered speechless.
Holding a pair of ripped green shorts in one hand and a torn light brown shirt in the other, Toji blushes uncharacteristically as he looks to the side.
âI⌠might have been a bit too roughâŚâ



















