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“I mean, what’s so hard about it?” At the immediate shut down of his question, the pink haired boy can’t help but start taking his question more seriously. Now that he’s taking more time to consider it, his mind is starting to race with all the possibilities of a real world superhero. Not policemen, firefighters, or doctors and surgeons— someone who wears a costume (and possibly a cape along with it) and goes around handling the dirty work. The system’s too corrupt nowadays. It needs someone with pure of heart and the willingness to fight and make a change. “Aren’t you just going around and decreasing the amount of crime?”

“I guess, if you have a death wish,” Nobara shrugs. “What’s with all this superhero bullshit all of a sudden— the comics going straight to your head now or something? Do we need to have an intervention?”

“No, I’m just curious,” he frowns. However, the more Nobara rebuttals him, the more he’s starting to actually consider it. “And don’t act like you don’t read the same amount of comics I do, if not more.”

“Yeah, but I’m not the one being delusional and wondering if I can defeat petty criminals.” With an annoyed huff, Yuuji shifts his attention to Megumi. Maybe he’d have some optimism unlike the female to his right.

“‘Gumi, what do you think?” Attention turned the head of messy, jet black hair. His chest rises and heart rate increases in anticipation and hope. When Megumi finally looks up lazily, Yuuji’s eyes widen and it shines. Unfortunately, he had tuned out the conversation right after his friend had asked the question and Nobara was foolish enough to even entertain the idea. “Huh?”

“What do you think?” Like an excited puppy, Yuuji perks up. “Why has no one ever tried becoming a superhero?”

“Because no one has superpowers,” Megumi states nonchalantly, not expanding any further.

“And even if someone did,” Nobara chimes in. “The government probably already got to them first and murked them before they could make a move.”

Surprisingly, that was something Megumi agreed with. With a faint nod, he picks up his phone once more, continuing on the past of dead scrolling through his Instagram explore page. 

“But there’s Batman,” Yuuji rebuttals, bottom lip poking out as both of his friends continue to disagree with his stance. “He doesn’t have any powers at all and he’s beating up bad guys all the time.”

“Well, Batman’s fucking rich— how old are we again?” Nobara scoffs with the roll of her eyes. “Why are we still talking about this? It’s impossible for anyone to become a superhero because first of all, it would also be illegal— you’ve heard of vigilance? Yeah, they get thrown in jail if they’re caught.”

“Okay, but it will be worth it, don’t you think?” Finger resting on his chin as he contemplates it. How long was a prison sentence for vigilance? A couple of months? He could handle that. He’s pretty sure that not all of the crimes committed are always violent. “Just going around helping people. Making an actual fucking difference instead of just— shit, I don’t know— computer science?”

“Is this what’s this about?” Nobara laughs. “You’re not liking your major anymore? Y’know you can always change, right? It’s still early enough for you to do it.”

“No, it’s not about me being unhappy,” Yuuji frowns. “I’m just curious as to why no one’s tried it. All of these comics, yet no one’s gotten past their imagination.”

“Well, I hate to break it to ya,” Nobara sighs. “But whatever that empty mind of yours is conjuring up in there, keep it in its imagination phase. Don’t do any stupid shit?”

Nudging his head, it elicits a groan from the imaginative college freshman. He can’t believe his friends would think he’s be stupid enough to actually become a hero — no matter how tempting the idea of it sounds. “I’m not!”

—

He did. Contemplating the idea itself for the rest of the week, Yuuji had taken up the courage to put his words to action. His friends might have called him stupid for even conjuring up the idea, but how hard could it be to help people in need? It could start out easy, helping someone cross the street or rescuing a cat from a tree. He’d give the authorities a break from the small jobs. But, he couldn’t lie when he imagined getting himself in a stickier situation. He could envision it— him kicking ass and fucking up someone’s jaw. Was it wrong for him to picture blood pooling from some bastard’s mouth and savoring that violent victory as he prevents another person from being harmed? Maybe he’s a little twisted himself, but it’s all in good faith. 

He’s managed to make himself an actual costume, which he’s very proud of. He can now say that the sewing elective that he took in high school was actually useful and that his mess up with his course selections in his junior year was a blessing in disguise. He had sketched out a few ideas, pinning them in an extra notebook that he had lying around. Three of them stood out the most. They’re all simple and manageable to create, all following the same pattern with different color schemes. The first one is green with yellow-striped accents, the second navy blue and red, and the last the simple monochrome of black and white with a cape to appease his childhood vision. 

After deep contemplation over it (more like him using a choice wheel to make a decision for him), Yuuji ultimately decided on the blue and red design. He quickly got to work, spending the rest of his day, missing a class of his to sew the red fabric alongside the blue stretchy one piece. He had found the elastic garment in the women’s section at the mall, the employee running the fitting room throwing him a strange look before hanging him a number and guiding Yuuji to a vacant room. Liking the snug fit of it, he had bought a couple more for safe measure; sure that if he were to find himself in a dangerous situation that would leave his costume a wreck, he’d have more at hand. 

When his senior roommate, Aoi Todo, had come back for the evening, catching the young man in the act of flexing in the mirror, he couldn’t help himself from bursting into laughter. “What the fuck are you doing?”

With the door thrown wide open, Yuuji jumps onto his bed, covering his body with the thin sheets on his bed, scared of people peeking inside when they walk past. However, Aoi went uncaring as he kept laughing at the freshman. “Can you shut the door?”

“Not until you tell me what you’re doing,” Todo smirks, raising an eyebrow at Yuuji daringly as he waits in expectation. 

“I’ll give you 3,000 yen to keep your mouth shut.” Knowing his roommate, Yuuji figured that bribing him would certainly do the trick.

Finally, Todo shuts the door and crosses his arms. “15,000.”

“8,000.”

“11,000.”

“Deal,” Yuuji says, sitting up as he throws off the covers. Reaching for his wallet resting on his wallet, he pulls out some bills before giving it to Todo. Snatching it from his hand, the burlier individual counts again before smiling in appeasement. “Nice doing business with you.”

Now that he had his costume figured out, he needed a name for himself. Using a superhero name generator to help spark some inspiration, he scrolled through all of his options. Impenetrable, Mechaman, Mr. Miraculous… They all sounded corny and stupid to him, nothing calling out to him. 

Throwing his phone on his bed, he sighs. What do I hope to achieve by being a hero? He asks himself before a list of things come to mind. Help people, feel like I’m giving the people a better sense of justice, to kick some ass, to feel a sense of a— to kick some ass… Ass-kicker? No, Kick ass. Kick ass? “Kickass! That’s it!”

That night, Yuuji’s wandering the streets in his costume. A mask pulled over his face, strangers looked at him and quickly snicker. They can’t help their judgment as their comments about him are louder than a whisper. “What the fuck is that dude wearing?”

When he walks past, they look behind them to get another look to get their fair share of comedy for the day. His heart races against his chest, embarrassment running through his bones before Yuuji has to remind himself what he’s here to do. To make the world a better place— or at least a section of it. 

It’s a weekday, meaning that a lot of students are cooped up inside the dorms or just heading back. There’s a stark silence in the air as a chill runs through his body and down his spine. He’s not sure what to do and where to look, even with all of his comic books knowledge, he feels stuck. Maybe Megumi and Nobara were right. In order to be a hero, he needed superpowers or money— he had neither. 

Now, he just wants to go home. However, he doesn’t. Instead, he’s walking a mile or two away from campus and crossing the road towards a gas station. He’s not thinking, opening the door to hear the faint jingle of the bells. Absent-mindedly wandering through the aisles, he forgets his attire and how absurdly sketchy he looks. The employee on the shift carefully eyeing him as he’s slowly reaching out for the landline, dialing the number 110—

“How much?” Yuuji drops a bag of sour cream and onion chips, strawberry-flavored kit kats, and a Coca-Cola on the counter. Eyeing the stuff on the front counter, he grabs a pack of gum, too. Taken aback, the clerk sets the phone back on the line before slowly ringing up the items.

“That’ll be 1,800 yen,” the employee responds deadly, watching as Yuuji pulls out his phone from the makeshift pocket at his side. Pulling out from the poorly sewn patch, he pulls up his air pay before tapping it on the card reader. When it chimes, he pulls away and throws the employee a kind smile as they hand him the bag, a ‘thank you’ falling from his lips. “Yeah, whatever.”

As he’s leaving, the bells to the door linger before two men walk in wearing black backlavas over their faces. Considering his own attire, Yuuji doesn’t think of it as he gives them a small greeting, a simple ‘hey.’ However, scruffed and bigger arms than him, one of the men with a sleeve of tattoos on their arm. Unlike his foolish and embarrassing attire, they’re immediately ringing red alarms. Especially when one of the guys hoists up his shirt, revealing a gun. 

It has Yuuji stopping in his tracks immediately as he realizes that this is his moment. This is an opportunity to play hero and he almost missed it by sheer stupidity. Spinning on his heels, his eyes widen and his mouth becomes dry. His mind starts spiraling as the man reaches for the gun in his pants upon the unexpecting employee. Now that he was in the position to be a good civilian and help someone out, it proved to be much more intimidating and scary than he anticipated. Shit, I’m a fucking idiot! He can’t help but think. Still, he has to do something. 

“Hey!” Yuuji speaks unexpectedly, catching the clerk’s attention. “Get down!”

Because of his outburst, a shot is fired in the employee’s direction as he ducks right in time for all of the attention to be pinned on him. “Fuck,” Yuuji curses under his breath. He knows he’s in deep shit now. 

“What the fuck?” The bare-armed man speaks, the most prominent thing about him is his beer belly while the other man has a flatter stomach. “What are you doing, boy? This is none of your business. This is your last chance to leave or we’ll have no other choice but to shoot you!”

His body was shaking, but now that he was involved, Yuuji couldn’t back down. No, he had to do something, anything to alleviate the situation. “No! You shouldn’t be doing this? Leave the guy alone. He’s only doing his job!”

“What— is this kid serious?” The man’s accomplice with the gun scoffs. “Is this what this stupid Halloween outfit is for? Tryna be some hero? Don’t make me laugh.”

With the heavy laughter of the men— even the store clerk snickering a bit— it makes Yuuji clench his fist. A vein protruding on his forehead, he takes a big huff before he reaches for something on the cabinet. They’re so busy finding him funny that they don’t notice him hiding a can behind his back. 

“Yeah, and so what?” He grows more confident by the second, gripping the can in his hand. He takes a deep breath. Here I go, he sighs. “At least I’m not some pussy who picks on defenseless people!”

“What did you just call me?” He’s gotten him heated now. A smirk graces Yuuji’s lips as this is his chance. Hurling the can in his direction, he doesn’t take another second to watch where it lands. Instead, he finds himself diving behind the store cabinets as gunfire rings out through the gas station. Anyone looking to buy a snack or hoping to pay for gas are out of luck, quickly zooming past the area as the bright lights show the violent activity taking pursuit inside. It was a lucky shot when the can crashed straight into Beer-Belly’s head, making him clutch his head in pain. Another shot rings out, but Tattoo Guy misses as Yuuji’s safely made it down the aisle.

Adrenaline is coursing through his veins as he dashes through down the aisles. He’s taken all the attention away from the clerk, giving him plenty of time to switch the drawers out and run to safety. Stuff is being thrown haphazardly in courtesy of Yuuji Itadori, he’s enjoying this— the taste of danger. So blinded by the chase, he’s forced to come to a screeching stop when the men have decided to corner him. The last shot of the night finally makes contact with him, striking him in his lower abdomen as he’s thrown to the ground. 

Blood coats his hand as the adrenaline wears off and it’s replaced with excruciating pain. The last time Yuuji ever cried was during the passing of his grandfather. That was in high school. But, this pain is much different. If he’s going to become a superhero, he’s gotta get used to it. 

At the fall of the failed vigilante, the two criminals realize during their stupid chase that the clerk has long left and the cash register is empty. “Shit,” is the last thing Yuuji remembers hearing. The shock of the bullet wound made him not totally aware of his surroundings. His chest is rising and falling rapidly as he momentarily wonders, Am I going to die? 

“Leave him to fuckin’ rot,” Tattoo Guy tells his partner. “Fuckin’ stupid ass.”

“Look who’s the pussy now,” Beer Belly guffaws as the two make it to the door unscathed. 

With little strength left, Yuuji manages to lift his head up and croak out, “Hello?”

Surprisingly, he wasn’t left alone. The clerk returns, phone held to their ear as they speak to an operator for the authorities. They run to the door, locking them both and flipping the sign closed. One switch is flickered off to dim the heavy and obnoxious lights before the employee approaches Yuuji and bends down. “Yeah, he's still alive. Though, he looks like he’s about to pass out any second now.”

With a sigh, the man looks Yuuji in the eye as he dips into a sea of unconsciousness. “You’re such a dumbass, but… thank you for trying to save my life.”

When Yuuji wakes up again, he’s in the back of an ambulance. The first thing he requests is, “Please, don’t tell anyone about the costume. Instead, could you maybe, um, dispose of it?”

—

Yuuji’s never garnered this much attention before. Everyone’s staring at him and it’s all because he’s made the news. After practically pleading with the authorities, they had managed to censor a lot of stuff from the story and luckily for Yuuji, the gas station’s cameras weren’t working. To be discovered on the first day on the job and failing miserably at it? That would be a humiliation that he’d never be able to recover from. Probably even deadlier than a bullet wound. 

All eyes are on him as he’s making his way towards class, keeping his head low and a pair of headphones over his ears with music streaming to deafen people’s gossiping and lingering stares. The doctors had told him to take a break from his classes, handing him a note to give his professors as an excuse. They’d take it for sure, all of his professors are nice enough and hopefully have a heart. However, Yuuji’s already risked a few absences to miss anymore classes. He figures as long as he doesn’t do any more extraneous activities for the rest of the week, he’ll be fine. 

He grunts when someone bumps into him, a faint sorry falling from their lips that he misses as he keeps it pushing. With a heavy sigh, he pushes open the lecture hall door to his Japanese Literature class. It was one of his most time consuming classes and he couldn’t afford to miss this one. Just as he enters, eyes flicker towards him gradually as he pulls off his headphones. He groans miserably as his eyes scan for a vacant seat, his typical one being taken by someone else due to him being a bit later than usual. One of the last seats available is closer to his front in contrast to his habitual middle section, but he can’t complain about it when it gives him the perfect opportunity to keep his eyes up and looking out. For you. 

Though he dreads the heavy workload of this class, the best thing that comes out of it is you. The pretty senior that always come to class in cute outfits, even if they’re casual, you always accessorize. Even if you’re having a lazy day, you always manage to comb back the coily strands of your hair in a neat updo. 

An exchange student from the United States, you were fluent in Japanese. You spoke better than everyone else around you, always hospitable and respectful when needed be. Yuuji has made an effort to memorize your handwriting, knowing the stark contrast in handwriting as yours. Your handwriting was curvy and neat, where the professor wrote very sloppily. Whether you were commending him for his efforts or advising him on what he could do better, Yuuji had heart eyes whenever he would read over your feedback. Which was often considering that the professor seemed to give you the task of grading the majority of the papers.

And there were the occasions where you would lead a lecture. You had such a voice that would stir Yuuji’s cock and he’d have had to adjust himself plenty of times in class. You went in great detail and spoke in a way where everyone could understand the topic. The professor would often praise you, suggesting you become one as well. However, you’d always decline, having different aspirations of your own. Yuuji wondered what they were. If you were a teacher’s assistant for Japanese literature, you must be pursuing a career in writing. He wondered if you’d be going back to the states once you graduated. It made him sulk at the very idea. 

He’s never gotten the chance to have a meaningful conversation. He’d only manage to muster out pathetic little comments that would end the conversation there as he would splutter on his words. He just wanted one good conversation with you, see those beautiful eyes of yours light up. Wanna see those plump lips of yours expand in a smile. (He also wanted to see them expand around his cock—)

“Good morning, everyone!” The professor’s finally arrived with you in tow. A short elderly woman that was as sweet as a peach. He guessed the woman also made his time worthwhile. “I’m hoping that everyone’s having a good week so far.”

The professor’s eyes quickly scan the class before they land on him. His Adam’s apple bob as Yuuji quickly realizes what’s going to be said next.

“Oh! Itadori!” If he already didn’t gauge everyone’s attention with his incident, the professor’s making it ten times worse. “You’re here? Well, I’m glad you made it safely back to us.”

With another heavy groan, Yuuji slumps in his seat. “Thank you, professor.”

At the end of the lecture, Yuuji’s all too quick to leave. Abruptly standing, the sudden movement brings pain to his wound. Hissing, he rests his hand against the table, waiting for the pain to subside. Just as he’s about to gather the rest of his things, a soft voice interrupts him. “Yuuji Itadori, am I right?”

Heart racing as he sucks in a breath, Yuuji’s posture straightens as he puts himself in even more pain, spinning on his heel to view you. You’re here! Approaching him first, wanting to talk to him? Shit, Yuuji feels like he could pee himself. “Huh? Y-yeah, that’s me.”

“Hey!” You smile, eyes sparkling as you give him a once over. Eyes lingering on where his wound is, covered up by his shirt. “Are you alright?”

He’s found himself in La La Land again. Thinking about you, nothing but you, and only you. He feels like a pervert, gaze shifting from the roundness of your breasts to what’s hidden below that peach-colored dress you’re rocking today. When his gaze shifts back to your face, it’s then that he processes that you’ve asked him a question— are you alright? 

And your show for concern doesn’t upset him like others. No, he finds himself mentally swooning. Oh my gosh! She’s asked about me! She actually cares! And like a puppy, he grins like a fool. “Oh, yeah! I’m totally fine! It didn’t hurt at all.”

Now he’s lost you. Eyebrows furrowing, you figure that maybe Yuuji’s in a bit of denial. “Oh? It’s fine if you—”

Realizing what he said, he quickly retracts his statement. “No, I didn’t mean that. Of course it hurt! But, I am fine! Thank you for asking.”

You can’t help but giggle at the boy’s awkwardness before giving a faint nod. “Okay. I just wanted to check up on you and make sure you’re alright. I’m pretty sure everyone’s been asking you all day, so I’m sorry if I’m just annoying you now.”

“What?” he stuttered. “You could never annoy me! I mean—”

Instead of making the boy feel embarrassed, you show a face of amusement rather than puzzlement. “Okay, well, I have to go. Hope your wound heals up just fine.”

“Oh, uh, yeah,” Yuuji checks the time on his phone. “I've got to go, too. My next class is starting in a few minutes.”

He didn’t. He was going to meet up with Megumi and Nobara, who have been both blowing up his phone. (Not so much Megumi and more so Nobara, but they were both equally concerned about their idiotic best friend.) However, he wanted to pry himself from this humiliating situation just as much as you did. 

“I’ll see you around?” Ugh, he hates how you’re still so sweet even if he’s making a fool of himself. So cheerfully, he nods a smile gracing his features. “Yeah, I’ll see you around.”

The moment Yuuji’s in Nobara and Megumi’s eyesight, they’re hurdling his way and throwing insult after insult before engulfing him in a hug. Grunting in pain, he winces as he has to push the two off of him. “Guys, I’m still in pain, y’know?”

“And you deserve it!” Nobara slaps the back of Yuuji’s head with a frown. Ignoring his outburst, Nobara continues to scowl as she berates Yuuji for his stupidity. “How could you go out so late at night and get yourself shot? Do you know how worried we were for you? We thought you were dead!”

“She thought you were dead,” Megumi corrects. “Just wanted to clarify. I knew you were okay.”

“He wasn’t answering any of our calls!” Nobara shouts at Megumi, glaring at him. “What else was I supposed to think?”

“That he was in too much pain and probably exhausted to call us back?” Megumi squints at Nobara. “And because he was also in the hospital?”

The two quickly start bickering, and it makes Yuuji laugh. A soft chuckle falling from his lips, they’ve surely lightened up his day some more than you’ve already done. “Okay, guys. It’s not anything to fight about. I’m fine! And I’m alive!”

“Please don’t tell me you got yourself into that mess because you were trying to be a superhero,” Nobara sneers at her friend, an eyebrow cocking up as she searches in his eyes. She can always tell when he’s lying. 

“What? No!” The diversion of eye contact is a dead giveaway and he’s come quick to his defenses. Megumi and Nobara give each other a knowing look before their eyes return to the pink-haired idiot. “Of course not! I’m not that stupid.”

Nobara and Megumi roll their eyes simultaneously, thinking, Yes, you are. 

—

Yuuji waited an entire month before he tried again at the hero gig. He waited two weeks to remove his stitches as the pain had completely subsided, though the doctors did instruct him to still take things easy. However, he was anxious to get back in the field. And he was going to come back better than ever. After the two weeks of being on leave, he started working out more seriously. He joined the campus gym and started going there daily. Instead of an eight a.m. class, he had built an eight a.m. workout routine in hopes to gain some strength. He wanted to do everything he needed to do to become a hero that the people need.

Since he didn’t have any special powers or riches, he’d had to compensate in strength. He also couldn’t go out without a weapon, so he had bought a staff through a sketchy online shop. When it arrived, it was heavy and stiff— just the thing he needed. 

He’d try again what he did the other night. However, choosing a Friday to go out, knowing that people will be out bustling around the streets because it’s the end of the working week. Again, he’s aimlessly walking around the campus. This time, his head is held high with confidence— or as much as he could muster up as he tries to ignore all the laughter directed at him. Maybe I need to upgrade the costume, he figures before walking in the direction of a convenience store, the placeholder for all things sketchy, Yuuji figures. Strolling down the streets of Tokyo, he believes everything is fine before someone’s knocking him down. 

“Shit!” He curses, huffing out a breath before pushing himself to his knees and then his feet. The person that fell into him scurries back, forcing themself to quickly recuperate and looking behind him. The man seems to be around Yuuji’s age, if not a bit older. “Sorry… man.”

Not taking any time to digest exactly what Yuuji is wearing, the man starts bolting again. “Hey!” Yuuji tries to call before two more people start running into his back. He’s more steady on his feet now, only stumbling before he’s chasing after them, too. “Wait! What’s going on? What are you guys doing to him?”

Unfortunately, the guy that knocked Yuuji to the ground had been caught. The two men caught him and beat the man. Eyes widening, Yuuji picks up his feet and pulls off the staff that’s latched on his back. Nearly knocking himself out, he holds in a protective stance before approaching the rough men. “Hey!” He calls for their attention. “Stop it!”

One guy looks up, a scar running along the middle of his face, while the next one has an eyebrow piercing and long hair pulled into a bun. Caught off guard by Yuuji’s appearance, the man stops and calls for his friend’s attention. “Yo, get a load of this. We’ve got Superman coming to the rescue.”

They hoist their human boxing bag up, restraining his arms before getting a better look at Yuuji. Bursting into a fit of laughter, their deep voices ring through the night as onlookers inside the convenience store start noticing the commotion outside. They watch, too scared to leave the building in case it starts getting too violent. 

“Kid, we don’t have time for this,” the man chooses the altruistic road for the boy. “This here ain’t none of your business, so I suggest ya leave before we make it yours.” 

“I didn’t want to be forced to do this, but you leave me no choice,” Yuuji sighs. Here we go. Swinging the rod, it knocks Scar Man in the face and makes him lose balance. However, Yuuji doesn’t manage to make him fall to his feet. Scar Man recuperates in a matter of seconds before Yuuji can tell he’s really pissed. “That does it! I don’t know who you think you are and if you think this is some sort of game, but when I get my hands on ya, boy… You’re as dead as the kid you’re trying to save.”

Charging right for him, Yuuji’s eyes widened. “Oh shit,” he mutters.

He’s swinging the staff aimlessly, trying to get a good hit on the man before he grabs it. They play a quick game of tug of war before Yuuji kicks at the guy’s leg, finally knocking him down. Now that one’s down, Yuuji pins his focus on Eyebrow Mullet. Diverting his attention away from the badly bruised man, Eyebrow Mullet throws him down without a care in the world. Great, Yuuji smirks. Just like he wanted. 

He makes a discrete gesture signaling the guy to run. And he’d be a fool not to take the hint, weakly making it to his feet and running off before the guy can even realize. And when he does, he throws Yuuji the deadliest of glares. “Oh, you’re dead!”

This one isn’t as much of a fool as Scar Man. He ducks and dodges all of Yuuji’s attacks and when he grabs a hold, he’s kicking him down before Yuuji can even get the chance. He’s got the wind knocked out of him when Eyebrow Mullet throws down the staff. Yuuji hasn’t realized, but a crowd has formed around him and they’ve caught the majority of it on video. 

“Come on!” Someone shouts as Yuuji stays on the ground for too long. They appreciated his bravery, doing what the people were too afraid to do— stand up for someone. “Get up and beat his ass!”

“What?” With an easily bruised ego, Scar Man scorns the crowd. “Didn’t you see how easily I knocked this scrawny ass over?”

“Yeah, but you’re an asshole!” Someone else shouts. “Roughing up some kids. Let him go, you bastard!”

Scoffing, Scar Man can’t believe it. Yeah, he’s a bad guy, but isn’t it obvious? This masked kid could never take him down. “All of you are pussies! Why don’t you come and fight me yourself then, huh? Y’know what? Let me take this kid out of his misery.”

Raising his foot to kick Yuuji in the face, the people start crowding around him before he could make contact. “Are you an idiot? We’ve caught you on camera! Once we post it all over social media, the police will be all over you. You’ll be charged with assault!”

So filled with bloodlust, Eyebrow Mullet realizes the bystanders are correct. They’ve got him all on video already. Killing them all surely isn’t an option, as the police would easily come knocking at his door. With a disgruntled sigh, he looks down on the beaten and battered kid. A wad of spit and mucus forming in his mouth, it lands right over his mask and touches the corner of his lip. Disgusting. “Don’t make me catch you next time, kid.”

 Eyebrow Mullet drags his partner away, leaving the scene before people crowd around Yuuji. They all help him with his feet while simultaneously cheering for him. It’s overwhelming as he feels a bit disoriented. 

“What you did was fucking ridiculous!” Someone shouts. Yuuji doesn’t know if the guy is complimenting him or assaulting him. He finds himself saying, “thank you,” nonetheless.

“Still, what you did was brave,” his friend nodded. “I pay you mad respect, bro.”

“You tryna be a superhero?” the first guy asks. Yuuji nods, “Yeah, sorta.”

“Well, what’s your hero name?” People are still recording the encounter and waiting expectantly for his response. Heart pounding and while his face hurts, he finds himself grinning wide. 

“Kickass,” he answers proudly. “I’m Kickass!”

—

He’s blown up on all social media platforms, making headlines in the news, Yuuji is finally a somebody. Even if the world doesn’t know his identity. His friends haven’t suspected him to be Kickass, not thinking their friend had taken it to deep lengths after the first incident of landing a bullet in his abdomen. No, they thought he learned his lesson. And apparently, Kickass was “too cool” to even suspect that he’d be him. (Yuuji’s rolling his eyes.) His friends can be such jerks at times. 

But, the internet loves how he gets his ass pummeled to save the next guy, a distraction hero to keep the next safe. He’s not kicking ass, more like, getting his ass kicked, but Yuuji loves all the positive publicity as the media sheds positive light on him. It makes him feel like he’s truly making a difference.

Yuuji bought a second phone for his Kickass shenanigans, setting up an account on Instagram for people to interact with him and contact him whenever they’re in need. Since then, he’s been designating time to help people with small things. He’s not always getting hurt (or beat up in particular) as he’s helping people with their groceries, accompanying women in the night, and actually climbing a few trees to save some cats. (He’s fallen off two on the way down. Those are the occasions where he would get hurt.) And he feels so good about it.

He’s also managed to schedule time in to complete all of his assignments and allot a few hours to hang out with Megumi and Nobara, never missing a game night or comics session where they would update each other on what they're into. All in all, Yuuji Itadori, also known as Kickass, has got it all set. 

It’s night once more and he’s heading to this girl’s soon-to-be ex-boyfriend’s place. Apparently, he’s been abusive and she’s too afraid to break it off with him. Empathetic about the entire ordeal, Yuuji took up the offer without a second thought. It was also located towards the student apartment complex, so it wasn’t going to be that long of a walk. 

For a Saturday night, it’s too silent. The cool breeze hits against him as it calms down the amateur hero as he’s crossing the street. Checking his phone, he’s pulling up the address once more to know where to go next. 

“Building number sixteen…” his voice trails off. 

10… 11…13… 14… “I’m just trying to head home.”

That voice. He knows it all too well. “Leave me alone.”

“Come on!” a guy chuckles, baseball cap over their head as he pulls you in by the waist. You’re pushing at him, getting out of his grip only to land into the other guy. “A pretty thing like you don't want to have some fun? Unbelievable.”

Yuuji finds himself silently following your direction, making sure to keep his distance as he witnesses just exactly what’s happening. The friend chimes in, his laughter more obnoxious and high-pitched. “Yeah, I thought that you foreigners are supposed to be open-minded. Looks like we’ve got ourselves a defective prude!”

Guffawing, the first guy snorts. “A defective prude! I like that.” And Yuuji can’t see everything that’s happening, but by the dip in his voice, he knows it’s sinister when he hears, “It’s okay, though. We can change that.”

Deciding that he’s heard enough, Yuuji makes himself known. Running on pure emotion, he pulls out his staff, immediately reacting as he shouts, “Leave her alone!”

Catching one of them off guard, he knocks the metal rod over their head. The impact is so rough that the guy’s knocked out in one shot. Yuuji smiles widely, adrenaline rushing through his body as he focuses on the next guy. The guy’s trembling fear as Kickass just easily defeated his friend, but still he balls up his fists and quickly throws a fist. Dodging it easily, the fight turns out easier than he expected. He guessed that getting beat up had prepared him to expect the move. At an opening, Yuuji swipes the staff and knocks the man to the ground. 

Filled with so much bloodlust and anger, he doesn’t stop there. He savors this victory by continuously bashing the guy, the staff repeatedly making contact with the guy's upper body. The man’s practically weeping and begging him to stop, but Yuuji’s so deafened by rage. 

“Kickass!” you exclaim, feeling him fight against your grip. “Stop… Stop!”

The sound of your voice flickers a light in him, finally getting him to still as he realizes what he’s just done. “Shit! Fuck!” he curses, tears brimming down his face. “I went too far. I’m sorry!”

He jumps into your arms without a second thought, salted droplets dripping down his face as he hugs you. The way your breasts press against his chest, alleviating the seriousness of the situation for him. You don’t know who should be crying more. You for the nearly traumatic experience or Yuuji (Kickass to you) for reaching such a darkness. However, you let him cry because he needs it. You let him hold you because you need it as well.

And when he’s finally retracting himself from your body, his eyes are swollen red as the tears have already been soaked up in the fabric of his mask. “Sorry,” he sniffs. “That was… That wasn’t me.”

It’s barely above a whisper, but you hear it. “It’s okay. I’d probably do the same if I had the opportunity.”

“I just—” Balling up his fist, Yuuji finds himself heated once more. “I just can’t believe that there are so many assholes in the world. And for them to try and pursuit you and call you some fucking defect? They’re fucking ridiculous!”

You can’t help but giggle, though the situation calls for seriousness. “It’s fine. I had a superhero to save me.”

At the sound of your laughter, it winds him down once more. You’re just everything perfect in his eyes. “Well, I’m glad that I was here for you at the right time.”

There’s a long pause between the two of you. Neither of you are sure what the next move is going to be. Yuuji wants to take this time to spark up a conversation, but everytime he opens his mouth, it’s that same scratchy feeling in the back of his throat and he can’t utter a single word. Fortunately for him, you’re the one to break the silence. 

“I want to thank you,” you say abruptly. “For helping more out.”

“Oh, you don’t need to!” Yuuji doesn’t know why he’s saying that. You’re giving him the perfect opportunity and here he is, blowing it. 

“No, really,” you shake your head. “I want to. Give you… a little treat for keeping me safe.”

“Okay,” he finally gives in, letting you lead him back to your place.

—

When you said you had a little treat for him, Yuuji didn’t expect you pushing him against the wall and your lips swallowing him in a greedy kiss. You’ve sucked the very life source from him, heart pattering against his chest as his hands are unsure of what to do. She’s kissing me. Oh my fuck! She’s kissing me! 

And your hands are roaming his body, falling to the growing bulge covered by the blue spandex. You massage the fat length, eliciting a moan from his lips that you’re too quick to take from his lips. Licking on his bottom lip, he’s all too quick to give you access. Shit, he’s yours any night you need him if you ever reach out for help on his Instagram. Your tongue dances with his as you latch onto it, tasting him. Humming against him, you grip his length once more before pulling away. Staring into Yuuji’s brown eyes, yours are filled with lust. “I need this off.”

He’s too eager to respond, nodding his head as he strips out of the costume with ease. Plenty of nights wearing it, he’s gotten used to it. When he’s down to the boxer briefs, he’s about to take them off as well until you stop them. “No, keep them on. I’ll have fun taking them off you.”

You’ve gotten him on your bed, soft lilac sheets and silky purple pillow covers. Your room is cute, the light from the moon giving him the faintest idea. Even if it was a mess, Yuuji would call it cute anyway. Head resting on the headboard, Yuuji’s only left with two things on— his mask and his underwear. You’re standing at the edge of your bed, pulling the tight-fitted top over your head. Revealing the lacey bra you’re wearing. Your tits are perky and sit well in the thing he calls a hindrance. He thinks that’s coming off next, but you’re reaching for your pants. Unbuttoning it, you let it pool to your feet before kicking it off. 

You’re a sight to see, only making his cock stir even more. You’ve left in your underwear as you finally get on the bed. On your hands and knees, you crawl seductively towards the masked man, gnawing on your bottom and your eyes are hooded and low— filled with lust and want. Grabbing his legs, you spread them out more, eyeing his bulge as saliva pools in your mouth. Precum is already staining his boxer brief as you eye the wet patch and nestle yourself in between his legs.

Shit, all of my dreams are coming true! Yuuji feels like he could cry tears of joy. Of all the times he’s spent in the dorm showers jacking off to the thought of you— seeing your bare body, having you want him, and actually getting to fuck you. Surely, it’s as Kickass, but it’s all the same to him at this point! At least he knows that when you graduate and he know longer gets to see you again, he’ll have the feeling of your pussy memorized. 

He shudders when your lips kiss the wet patch, the tip of cock jumping at the interaction. You can taste him, a faint saltiness. A moan reverberates from your chest, tongue lolling out as your mouth widens. With a hand, take the form of his cock and find the tip of his length. Rubbing small circles, he whimpers. “Shit, don’t be such a tease.”

“Not tryna be,” you smile. “Just want to make sure I take good care of you.”

Fuck. If that doesn’t make a man hard(er), Yuuji doesn’t know what will. He can only find himself muttering out the next curse word again. He’ll never get tired of the giggles, especially if he’s the reason for it. You’re just so cute. Your lips wrap around his covered length, sucking out the flavor from the cotton. You use your hand to massage the rest of his girthy length, grip tightening around him as your moves are smooth. 

Enjoying the heat of the moment, Yuuji’s orgasm approaches him too quickly, not even giving you as much of a warning before the wet patch expands and you’re sucking out his seed from the cotton. “Shit,” he feels so embarrassed cumming so early. Face reddening, he’s a stuttering mess as he tries to come up with something. “Didn’t mean to cum so early. Didn’t hold myself back.”

Pulling away, you reach for the hem of the underwear. Eyes sparkling, your cheeks point up in a smile. “And you don’t need to, baby. I want you to cum as many times as I can get you to.”

You must be because he felt like he could cum again just from that sentence alone. You’ll surely be the death of him. Chest heaving as you pull off his underwear, you’re planting yourself higher against him as his cock springs out. And it’s such a sight that you’re graced with. A fat length with dark shafts, two protruding veins run along the undersides and meet at his balls. His happy trail leading to the rest of his pubes are well kept. He’s got a mushroom tip, the uncut length a darker shade of pink along with a mixture of brown. Its reveal makes him shiver, the cold air enveloping it in the absence of your touch. 

With a hand, you guide the cock to rest underneath your bra and in your cleavage. “Damn,” Yuuji breathes, eyes widening as he ogles his length in between your breasts. The sight is so fucking hot to him. 

A shit eating grin plastered on your face. “Oh, do you like this?” 

You bring your chest to rise and fall, maneuvering your upperbody to fuck his cock. It’s an uncomfortable position, but it’s all worth it the way Yuuji’s staring down at you. He bucks up his hips, both to make it easier for you and because it just feels so fucking good. Moreso the ladder, though. “Yeah… Yeah, I love it.”

And with every thrust upward, the tip hits your bottom lip. Mouth opening and tongue lolling out, his meaty flesh meets your lips in rhythm. His moans are drawn out, holding no shame in hiding them with how you make him feel. Again, he feels the twitch of his cock. What did you say again? You want him to cum as many times as you can get him to? Yeah, he likes the sound of that even if it means being too exhausted to leave your bed when the time comes. Surely you wouldn’t mind giving thee Kickass a temporary shelter to stay in, right?

Cum is squirting up at your face, the white spurts painting your golden skin so prettily. Your tongue hangs out more hoping to catch a few strays on your tongue before Yuuji’s hips fall in exhaustion. You savor his taste, happily swallowing his load before your hands are reaching behind your back to finally unclasp your bra and fling down the undergarment haphazardly. You then peel off your panties before you stuff it in his hands. “Here, my little treat for you.” 

Surprisingly, Yuuji’s cock is still hard, but what did he expect? A vixen like you is bound to keep any man you want hard as long as you please. Climbing over his body, a soft sigh leaves your lips as you grin right down at him. “Can’t wait to feel your cock inside me.”

You look so ecstatic saying it, showing your teeth as your hands hold his length and guide it to your folds. You glide his cock between your lips, coating it in your dripping arousal. Your pussy glistening from all the build up and orgasms you made Yuuji go through. He hitches a breath before he feels the head penetrate your walls. You take him inch by inch, mouth falling open and making an ‘O’ as he stretches you out so good. Fuck, when was the last time you’ve had a cock like his?

And this time, Yuuji’s moans are replaced with yours. A high-pitched squeal as you bottom out, your sweet cunt swallowing him whole as you take some time to adjust. There’s a slight burn, but you’d be lying if you didn’t say you enjoy it. 

His cock, so sensitive as he hisses, is all too greedy. Despite the sensation running through him, Yuuji finds his hands resting against your hips and he can’t wait for you to adjust. No, he needs to fuck you right now. He needs to enjoy this sweet feel of your pussy enveloping him whole. One finger hooking to your panties, making sure not to lose it, his grip on your hips are tight. Bucking his hips up into you, he sets a visceral and bruising pace. Now that the two of you have officially started, he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to stop. 

Skin slapping against skin, both of your moans intermingling together, the lude sounds echo through the room. While one hand is around your waist, the next rises higher to pull your chest down to his face. Your breasts bouncing with each thrust, he wants those dark and erect nubs inside his mouth. He needs to make you feel good, too.

“Ah, fuck!” you cry, hips meeting Yuuji’s as he drills into you. Your nipples always being sensitive, your pussy clenches around his cock tightly as your arousal continues to drool and coat his cock. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,” you cry in a mantra. 

The in-between your thighs are soaked wet, your slick dripping down as Yuuji messily fucks into you. Here you were, teasing him relentlessly when you’re such a sensitive and emotional thing yourself. Pressing yourself further into Yuuji, your nails dig into the bare skin of his chest as your next hand goes to your clit. 

You’re pretty sure you’re suffocating the hero, but you can’t find yourself to care. It just feels too good that you’re forgetting this is supposed to be about him. Eyes squeezing shut, your pussy clenches tightly, holding a vice grip on his cock as butterflies roam your stomach. “I’m gonna— ah, fffucckkk.”

From his chest to the in-betweens of his thighs, you’ve covered Yuuji in the translucent juices of your mess. The sweet nectar seeping into the sheets as he’s immediately hit with the stench of sex when he’s coming closer to his senses. “Damn, that was hot,” he whispers, breast falling from his mouth with a pop and a line of spit dribbles down the corner of his lip. You’re still weakly grinding your hips against Yuuji. The sight of you covering him in your juices was just enough to bring out another orgasm from him. Head falling back down as he’s completely spent now. You’re milking him off every last drop before you’re rolling off of him and landing on the other side.

Heavy panting feels the air before you’re looking over at him, eyes close to shutting, you weakly say, “You can spend the night. I promise I won’t unmask you or anything in your sleep.”

He chuckles, but with the little rationality that he has left, he shakes his head. Bringing himself to sit up, he says, “I want to, but I shouldn’t.”

Climbing off your bed, Yuuji can feel your eyes on him. You’re watching his every move, a faint giggle leaving your lips when he’s still got a tight grip on your panties. It makes you feel prideful. Pulling up the long blue spandex, Yuuji looks back at you when he twists open the bedroom door. “Reach out to me if you’re ever in need again, okay?”

“In more ways than one?” You bat your eyes flirtatiously. It brings a proud grin on his face as he nods. “Of course. I’ll be the one taking care of you next.”

When he’s walking back home, Yuuji brings the soiled panties to his nose. Eyes rolling in the back of his head, he moans at your smell. Fuck, I want to go back already.

THE END.

AUTHOR'S NOTE ! this was so much fun to write ! if you enjoyed reading it, please reblog and let me know what you thought about this !

♤ of course you became his favorite. i mean he'd never let a customer come over his house. much less one sit on his couch, smoke his blunt and watch a show on his tv.

♤ he certainly wouldn't let a customer stretch their legs across his lap either. or let one inch closer to him than appropriate, to the point where they made it onto his lap. he didnt mind, it definitely did help him relieve the ache between his legs. and he wasn't opposed to the way you let him kiss alongside your jaw, and even suck a couple marks into your skin.

♤ no regular of his ever let him pull down their shorts and toss them to god knows where. he's never gotten on his knees and licked a fat stripe along over their panties. never has he had to pull said panties to the side just so he could finally get a good look at how at your cunt.

♤ you were the only one who's clit he's mouthed at till his jaw ached. he didn't stop till he had to wrap his hands around your hips to hold you still.

♤ never once as taine let a regular, eagerly lick his precum from the slit to the point where he'd lull his head back everytime he felt their tongue dip into his slit. or had one force his cock into their mouth till the tip hit the back of their throat. and they stayed deepthroating him till he finally released. or had one lick up every last drop of cum that could find. no matter if it some was on his stomach, chest, thigh or on their face. he's never given a regular a couple puffs of his joint as a reward for sucking him to completion.

♤ he wondered if his weed made you like this. was it so good that it made you do your best to take him to the hilt, even though you could barely take a proper breath. probably it was the reason he'd take a minute or two cause the way your walls squeezed him, he swore he was gonna cum inside you right then and there.

♤ was his shit so good that it made you cry out his name and claw at his back with every thrust. had him having to slap your tits whenever you looked too far gone. make him tell you to how good you were, or that from the way your walls started to push him out, you were close. make him coo at you whenever you finally came, so you knew how proud he was. maybe it was why you bared the overwhelming sensation that your release brought so he could reach his edge. maybe that what made you mumbled about him cumming inside you.

♤ tempting but he preferred to release on your cunt so you could reach your hand down and desperately collect his droplets into your mouth. god he loved when you did that. he especially when you parted your slit so he could get one last lick before he let you suck it off his tongue.

He'd pull up when you wanted to go anywhere and he'd stick around when you were ready to leave.

You never forget the first time he established this little rule of his. Your phone was sitting up on your vanity while you applied your makeup, getting ready to go shopping with your girls when he facetimed you.

"Where you goin lookin like that?"

"Nigga, what happened to 'Hey, baby. How you doin?' Chill out. It's just shopping with the girls."

You had yet to look at him since you answered the phone so you didn't see him climb into his car and crank the engine to life.

"Yeah? You need some money?"

"No, daddy. I'm good." You couldn't help the smile that always seemed to be on your lips when he talked. "Besides ion think imma stay wit them long. Got shit to do."

"You ain't riding wit them?" His face screwed into confusion as he already started to make the U-turn going towards your place.

"Hell nah. They drive crazy. I ain't got time for a heart attack today." You scoff, taking one last look in the mirror before picking up the phone to show him. "How do I look?"

His gaze traveled down to the phone from the road and a smile found his lips. "Beautiful baby. Might have to come wit you. Kill a nigga, he look at you too fuckin long."

"Shut up. Where you at?" Your eyes squinted, looking at the passing scene.

"Uhh..Outside."

"Outside where?" Not a word from him, just his gold smile and a blaring honk outside your window.

It took you all of 10 seconds to get your shoes and bag before climbing into his car and planting an eager kiss to his cheek.

"I ain't tell you to come all way down here."

"You ain't have to. Gimme a real kiss. Childish shit.." His fingers gripped your chin as he kissed your lips, pulling at your bottom one with a groan before snaking his tongue into your mouth.

"Mmmm. Wait, my makeup!" You pushed against his chest and snapped you head away from him with a giggle.

"Shit..Imma fuck up all that shit later and you know it. Here." He dug into his pockets until he found the stack of cash and tossed it into your lap.

"I told you ion need no money."

"Take it, girl. Stop actin like that and anytime you wanna go somewhere you betta call me. Don't let me catch you walkin no where."

Twice. He'd only laid eyes on your fine ass twice. Fuck was he doing thinking about you when you barely spared him a glance. You knew who he was. You knew what he did and you wanted no parts.

But he couldn't stand it. He needed to see you, to know you.

So what if he lingered in the liquor store aisles a little longer than usual even though he knew he got the same shit every time. And if he looked at you on the other side of said aisle more than he did the snacks in front of him, who was gonna say shit?

He got so caught up in his thoughts, he hadn't noticed you moved closer to his side of the aisle until the sweet scent of vanilla flooded his nose.

" 'xcuse me." You mumbled timidly as his frame took up most of what space the aisle had. His gaze lingered on you a little bit longer than what was considered appropriate.

God, he was so fine. Your thoughts betrayed your need to get the fuck out of here the moment he stepped in the store. You just wanted a peek that's all. You didn't expect to want to be near him so damn much.

"Shit, my bad, baby." Fontaine took a step back, as you squeezed between him and the bags of chips, your ass brushing the front of his sweatpants. Your scent lingered and it took everything in him not to sniff it all up like a weirdo.

His low tone sent a shiver down your spine and you could feel his eyes boring into the back of your head as you approached the register and set your things on the counter.

"That it for you?" The cashier asked. You began to nod until you felt him behind you. He tossed up a pack of gum and a bottle of liquor.

Your head whipped around in confusion as Fontaine was already counting the cash. "Whatchu doin'?"

"Don't worry bout it." He tried and failed to fight the smirk tugging on his lips as he handed the cashier enough cash to cover you and his stuff. "Just stick around f'me. Wanna talk to you."

And if you followed him outside and into his Pontiac, it was nobody's business.

His car rumbled to a stop in a scarce parking lot and after rolling a blunt and lighting it up, he spoke up. "You know me?"

"Yeah." You crossed your arms over your chest as you watched him take a drag from the blunt and blow the smoke out the car window. "What did I do?"

"Nothin'." He chuckled, his grills gleaming with his smile. A moan so quiet he barely heard it, slipped from your lips as you slumped in your seat.

Another beat of silence as the smell of weed flooded your senses. "What you got me all the way out here for?"

"Wanted to see you...up close." His eyes rack over your body, making you squirm. You were wet for sure. Shit, who wouldn't be. "Got somethin' on ya mind?"

Just a shake of your head in response. "You?"

"You don't wanna know.."

"Try me."

So what if you ended up sprawled out in the back of his car, listening to your ankles as his head sank between the folds of your sopping pussy. Bass boosted R&B flooding the speakers and vibrating the seat as his thumb rubbed tight circles of your clit.

His beard was nice and wet with your two orgasms as he worked you towards a third.

"Fuuuuck, Fontaine!" Your head dropped against leather seats as he hummed against your cunt.

"Go on, say that shit.." His lips wrapped around your clit as his fingers fucked you into oblivion.

"'m gonna cum daddy! Fuck!" Your legs slipped from the shaky grip of your hands and landed on his shoulders where he kneaded the soft flesh in his free hand.

"Mmmhmm." All control left your body as your orgasm crashed into you and gushed across his face.

You finished getting dressed, checked yourself in the mirror one last time, and smiled at how gorgeous you looked, so you grabbed your cell phone and purse and made your way downstairs to meet your Lyft driver. You couldn't wait for your automobile to be repaired because you loathed having to rely on others for transportation.

You were talking to your coworker Yo-Yo earlier this week about how you were touch starved and eager to jump back into the dating scene. Even though you had only worked with Yo-Yo for a little over four months, you had already come to think of her as a close friend. She just moved to Memphis not too long ago. 

Yo-Yo asked you on a double date with her and her boyfriend, claiming that Fontaine, her roommate, was the ideal man for you. 

You've seen Fontaine pick Yo-Yo up from work numerous times and have seen him drive that green car of his around town a few times, but you've never had the chance to actually talk to him. He always seemed to have a lot on his mind, but he was fine as hell, so of course you agreed to the double date. 

You suggested Melvin's, which was one of the few black-owned pubs in the neighborhood. They had delicious, mouthwatering food and a dance floor that never stayed vacant. 

Fontaine didn't appear to be the dancing type, which was fine by you. You just hoped that he would like you enough to bring you back home and fuck your brains out. It had been exactly 14 months, 12 weeks, 11 days, 13 hours, 22 minutes and 57 seconds since you had any kind of dick.

It was time.

Your Lyft driver pulled up in front of you at a quarter to eight, which was perfect because y'all had agreed to meet there at eight and it was only a ten-minute drive from your apartment.

"Lyft for Y/N?" said the older gentleman as he rolled down the passenger window.

You nodded at him, and he quickly stepped out to open the rear door for you, saying, "You lookin' good, young lady!" 

You smiled at him before ducking into the backseat, "Thank you."

Before you knew it, you were parked in front of Melvin's. A nervous chill swept over you. It had been a good lil minute since you've dated. You were rusty and willed yourself not to fuck up tonight.

Once you strutted inside, you spotted the three of them almost immediately. They were all in deep conversation and didn't notice you walk in. They picked a good table to sit at. One close to the bar and dance floor. It was a Thursday night, so it wasn't too packed, but it had a nice lil crowd. 

You tucked your phone inside your clutch, took a deep breath, and strolled confidently over to their table. 

All three of them turned their heads towards you as you neared the table. Yo-Yo beamed brightly at you and waved you over. Her boyfriend's eyes widened, and he mumbled something you couldn't hear, but it must have been inappropriate because Yo-Yo kicked him under the table. 

Fontaine raised his eyebrows and bit his bottom lip as he looked you up and down. The flash of his gold teeth almost made your knees go weak, but you kept walking. You were a sucker for niggas with grills.

Yo-Yo’s man and Fontaine were on the same side of the booth. Yo-Yo was sitting across from her boyfriend, and the empty spot in front of Fontaine was reserved for you.

Yo-Yo stood up and hugged you tightly, "You look finer than a motherfucka!" 

You giggled, squeezing her back just as tightly, "Thank you girl! You look amazing too!" 

She broke the hug and motioned to the two men, "This is my man, Slick Charles, and this is Fontaine." She motioned for you to slide into the booth first, “And this is my coworker and friend Y/N." 

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” Slick Charles greeted as he held out his hand. You shook his hand before scooching over into the booth. 

“It’s good to meet you, Y/N,” Fontaine said as he extended his hand, “I’m Fontaine.” 

You placed your hand in his large palm, brown eyes locking with his brown eyes and smiled softly at him, “It’s nice to finally meet you, Fontaine.” 

He squeezed your hand, and a wave of warmth rushed through you. Under his intense gaze, you could feel your cheeks heating up. 

Were you really so touch-deprived that a simple handshake and eye contact were enough to make your black ass blush?

The server came over and greeted everybody warmly, saying, "Welcome to Melvin's. What drinks can I get started on for y'all?"

Yo-Yo ordered first, “I’ll have a Manhattan.” 

Then Slick Charles, “Yeah I’ll take a vodka cranberry with a splash of orange juice.” 

The waiter turned to you expectantly and you ordered, “A whiskey sour, please.” 

Fontaine ordered last, “Just a double shot of whiskey for me.”

“And did you want that neat or on the rocks?” 

“Neat.”

“I’ll be right back with your drinks.” 

“So,” you started as you watched the waiter walk off, “How are y’all liking Memphis so far?”

“I’m really enjoying it,” Yo-Yo chimed in. 

“Yeah,” Slick Charles agreed, “It’s a nice change from the Glen.”

“I like it here,” Fontaine added, “I like being in a place where not too many niggas know me.” 

“Well I’m glad y’all came to Memphis,” you admitted, smiling warmly at them. 

The waiter returned with your drinks and took your orders before walking away. 

“Slick, let's hit the dance floor while we wait for our food.” Yo-Yo said as she did a little dance at the table. 

“I ain’t got on my dancing shoes to—“

“—Nigga, get yo ass up and let’s dance.”

“I know we retired and all but I’m still—“ Slick Charles was cut off by Yo-Yo yanking him up and to the dance floor. 

“Are they always like that?” You asked, biting back a laugh as you watched Yo-Yo drag Slick Charles all the way to the dance floor.

“Pretty much,” Fontaine nodded, never taking his eyes off you, “How long you been in Memphis?”

“All my life.”

“You ain’t ever think about movin’ somewhere else?”

“Nah, not really,” you shrugged, “All my family is here, you know?” 

“Yeah, I get it.” 

You were surprised by how effortlessly the conversation flowed. You could talk to him for hours and never get tired of listening to his alluring voice. You were curious about the noises he made while he was balls deep in some pussy. You cleared your throat in an attempt to pull your thoughts out of the gutter. It didn't work.

“You been in a lot of relationships?” You asked, taking another swig of your drink. 

“Nah, I ain’t really have too many shawtys back in the Glen.” 

“Hmm, so you haven’t come across any Memphis women that caught your attention?”

“You caught my eye,” he stated, catching you off guard. 

“Is that so?”

“Mmhmm.”

“I’mma keep it real with you, Fontaine,” you said as you looked him straight in the eye, “I want you really bad.” 

“Shit then we on the same page,” he acknowledged, downing the rest of his drink. “So you comin’ back with me tonight?” 

You nodded, “I just have one condition though.” 

“And what’s that?” Fontaine questioned as he placed his elbows on the table and leaned forward a bit. 

You leaned across the table and motioned for him to come closer. When he was close enough to your liking you whispered, “You have to keep the grills on while you eat my pussy.” 

His brown eyes darkened with desire and a hint of mischief at your request. As your tongue glided across your bottom lip, his gaze drifted to your mouth. 

The sexual tension was so thick you could have sliced it with a butter knife.

“I can do that.” 

You inched closer to each other, your gaze never leaving the other's. From this close range, you could see that his pupils were dilated. You were positive that yours most likely were too. 

“Yeah? You promise?” The corners of your mouth couldn’t help but turn up into an infectious grin at the electric look he gave you.

“Promise.”

He closed what little distance was left between you and kissed your lips. Your eyes fluttered closed as you kissed him back with a quickness. Under his facial hair, his full lips were soft against yours and tasted of whiskey. 

The bustling noise of the forks scraping plates, the chatter of the other customers, and the thump of feet on the dance floor all faded away for a brief moment.

You rested your hands on his broad shoulders as he deepened the kiss, letting out a soft moan as his tongue brushed against yours. His hand was wrapped around your lower arm, softly caressing your brown skin. 

You got a little carried away as you slid your hands to the sides of his neck and gently tugged at his lower lip. The low grunt of surprise that he let out caused your clit to throb, and your nipples to harden. He didn't try to pull away from you though. He held both of your arms now and squeezed them tighter as his kisses became more heated.

You were seconds away from saying fuck it and pulling him into a bathroom stall, but you refrained. You had to maintain some type of decorum.

“Ahhh sookie sookie now!” Slick Charles chuckled as he made his way back to the table.

“Y’all niggas need to get a room,” Yo-Yo teased as she plopped down next to you. 

“These motherfuckas,” Fontaine grumbled as he pulled away. 

When you finally opened your eyes, you noticed that some other patrons were staring at you. You ignored them and focused your attention on Yo-Yo and Slick Charles, both of whom were smirking at you and Fontaine.

You were too turned on to be embarrassed, and fortunately, the waiter was on his way over with everyone's food.

The food was delicious as always, and the evening was going exceptionally well. Slick Charles was telling you how he met Yo-Yo, but you were zoning in and out. 

Every time you locked eyes with Fontaine, you squirmed in your seat a little. There was something in his fierce gaze that promised you a night of passion. 

You were so turned on that you couldn't even finish your food. You just ordered another whiskey sour and sipped on that until the others were finished and ready to leave.

The drive back to their place was smooth and just a vibe. Yo-Yo and Slick Charles sang along to the 90's R&B that played softly on the radio in the backseat, and you joined them a few times.

Fontaine sat in a comfortable silence, driving with one hand because his right hand was spread out over your thigh. When he would stop at a red light, he would squeeze it or rub it with his fingers. All the while not taking his eyes off the road, driving you insane, and making you wet for him. He had to know what he was doing to you. 

They lived in a pretty nice apartment complex. It wasn't too far from yours. Once Fontaine parked, you got out of the car and walked ahead with Yo-Yo, arm in arm.

You were elated that they lived on the first floor because your feet were killing you. Yo-Yo unlocked the door and you followed her inside. She pulled you through the apartment to the kitchen, handing you a bottle of water after she closed the fridge. 

You and she gushed over how great tonight turned out to be and how you both had naughty plans for your men.

A couple of minutes later, the fellas entered the apartment. Slick Charles called for Yo-Yo, who winked at you and gave you a thumbs up before exiting the kitchen.

You were halfway done with your water when Fontaine found you leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Hey,” he greeted.  

“Hi,” you replied, shooting him a warm smile. 

He pointed to the hallway, “My room is the last room on the left. I’ll meet you there in a min.” 

You nodded as you watched him shuffle out of the kitchen. You gulped down the last bit of your water and threw away the bottle before leaving the kitchen in search of his bedroom.

You found his room with ease, passing Fontaine, Yo-Yo and Slick Charles. The door was already open, so you headed in, not bothering to flip on the light because the tiny lamp on his nightstand illuminated the room plenty for you to see.

“Slick, what the fuck we gon’ do with glow in the dark condoms?” you heard Fontaine question from the other bedroom. You laughed to yourself. You weren’t completely against those types of condoms. 

Slick Charles went on about Fontaine being boring and how he needed to have some fun. You tuned him out as you took off your heels, sighing in relief while you walked around Fontaine’s room. 

You checked your phone to make sure there were no missed calls or texts before slipping it back in your purse. You placed your clutch on his dresser and checked yourself out in the mirror while you waited for him. You looked like a snack and you were definitely ready to be ate! 

Fontaine strolled into the room, shutting and locking the door behind him. You turned around to look at him. He held up a gold-colored foil packet and asked, “You ain't allergic to latex, right?" 

"Nah, I'm not allergic,” you assured him.

"Cool," he said as he pocketed the rubber and took his shoes and socks off, kicking them to the side before pulling you in by the waist and kissing you instantly. 

You kissed him back, your arms sliding up to wrap around his neck. His hands ventured down to your ass, squeezing it tight as he deepened the kiss. He swallowed your soft moans, licking into your hot mouth as he backed you into the dresser.

“Now I told yo ass to slow down before you injure a nigga’s back!” Slick Charles shouted through the walls. Yo-Yo said something back but you couldn’t make out what she had said. 

He broke the kiss, panting lightly as you both stared at each other for several seconds before he shook his head and you let out a giggle. Those two had to be the strangest and funniest couple you’d ever met. 

You felt his hardness against your thigh and you rubbed it. Damn, he was huge. You couldn’t wait to feel him inside you, stretching your walls.

“You ready for Daddy to eat that pussy?” he asked as he took a step back, looking you up and down. 

Was the sky blue? Hell yeah, you were. 

You nodded enthusiastically as you pulled your dress over your head, tossing it onto the floor. He watched you undress with hungry eyes, palming his erection. Once you took off your bra and panties you sauntered over to the bed, sitting down slowly before spreading your legs. 

He yanked off his shirt, revealing his large chest and broad shoulders, throwing it on the floor with your pile of clothes. He followed you up the bed, pulling on your legs to bring you closer to his face. 

“Damn shawty,” Fontaine murmured as he rolled your clit between his thumb and forefinger, licking his lips at the captivating way your pussy glimmered in his dimly lit room. “All for me, huh?”

"All for you, Daddy," you sighed deeply in anticipation as you felt his breath on your sensitive cunt. His nose brushed against your clit, causing your thighs to tremble slightly.

Leaning on his forearms, his large hands rested atop your lower belly as he licked a warm stripe from your wet slit all the way to your clit, flicking it twice before closing his mouth around it. You could already tell that you wouldn’t last long.

“You taste good as fuck,” he praised, dipping his tongue into your hole, tasting your fresh juices. He slid his finger in, stretching you slowly as he licked around your clit, strong tongue pushing you closer to the edge. 

"Oooh just like that," you held the back of his head, moaning loudly, "Don't stop."

Your back arched off the bed, bringing your pussy closer to his talented mouth. Your thighs began to shake as your climax loomed. The sheer pleasure was almost too much for you. You tried to force your thighs closed, but Fontaine's hand pinned you down. He had you exactly where he wanted you.

You inhaled sharply and sank back against the pillows as he inserted a second finger, pumping you faster.

“Fuuuuck!” you moaned even louder. 

He softly nibbled your clit, and the coolness of his golds was all it took to send you tumbling over the edge.

“I can feel it,” he moaned against your sensitive bud, slurping up all your juices, “Let it all out for Daddy.” 

His filthy words and the calculated flicks of his tongue had your mind whirling and your heart pounding. Every mind-boggling wave of bliss flooded through your veins, causing you to shiver uncontrollably as you tugged on his locs. At the moment, you couldn't form any words. All you could do was pant harshly and let out all kinds of obscene noises.

When he finally felt your body go limp, he pulled off your clit and eased his fingers out of you. Fontaine planted a few soothing kisses on your thighs before sitting up.

Your eyes were still closed, and your breaths were finally slowing, but you could feel his eyes on you and hear him sucking his fingers.

You peeked through one eye and found him kneeling over you, completely naked now, stroking his massive dick as he watched you with a mischief glint in his dark eyes. 

“I see you smirkin’, nigga,” you blurted, pointing at him as you glowed blissfully.

He tried to cover his smile but you saw it anyway. He playfully smacked your hand and said, “I was just tryna make sure you wasn’t ‘bout to pass out on a nigga.” 

“Yeah, yeah..”

He continued to stroke his dick as he lay on his back beside you. You turned your head to the side to get a better look, and your mouth watered at the sight. 

"Come taste this dick," he commanded as he watched you ogle it.

You sat up on your knees and leaned forward, taking it in both your hands. He had to have been eight or nine inches in length and was very girthy; his dick curved to the left too. It had been a while since you gave head, but you were determined to make him feel good. 

You wrapped your lips around the tip. It was warm and velvety against your tongue. You let the soft feel of Fontaine's dick run over your tongue, relishing the taste as you took him down as far as you could go, breathing through your nose. He hissed lowly as the wet heat of your mouth engulfed him. 

You licked a wet stripe up and down the length of his shaft before rising up to close your lips around the crown, stroking the rest of his rod swiftly. 

You glimpsed up at Fontaine through your eyelashes. The heated stare he gave you was enough to make you feel lightheaded. His golds flashed at you as he sank his teeth into his bottom lip. The sight had you dripping for him.

He moaned your name, stretching out his legs as he cupped the back of your head. You swirled your tongue around, drawing out a long groan from him as you flattened your tongue down the underside of his tip. He lifted his hips, thrusting up as he held your head in place. 

You moaned as he fucked up into your mouth, your left hand braced on his knee while the other fondled his balls. Tears pricked your eyes as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked him down as much as you could, gagging briefly as the tip of his dick slipped down the back of your throat.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he gasped as he halted his movements and gripped your shoulder, “Stop before I nut.” 

You pulled off with a loud pop, placing one final kiss onto the swollen, spit-gleaming tip before climbing up his body and crushing your lips against his in a sloppy kiss. His big hands roamed all over your body, squeezing your supple ass while he kissed you back just as sloppily.

"Aight, lay back for me," he murmured, breaking the kiss and pushing you onto your back, moving with a skilled quickness to put the magnum on before slotting himself between your spread legs. 

He lined himself up against your entrance, dragging his dick up and down your wet slit, only stopping to tap his fat tip against your sensitive clit, making you gasp and jerk beneath him in anticipation.

He slowly pushed inside, and your mouth fell open, but you quickly closed it, fighting back the scream that was about to escape.

“Shit,” he groaned deeply, pulling out a little once he was halfway in, and sinking back in, watching your pussy stretch around him. “You squeezin’ a nigga.” 

The pressure of the stretch stung, so you just bit your bottom lip, clung to the sheets and breathed deeply through your nose until the feeling subsided.

“You good?” he asked, voice laced with concern, stopping all movement when he realized just how quiet you were being. 

You opened your eyes, and his worried eyes swept your face, looking for any sign of pain. It was almost as though he was splitting you in two. You had to take a few more deep breaths in order to relax.

"Yeah, I'm good," you assured him as you let go of the covers and clung to his arms. "Your dick is huge, Fontaine goddamn."

He grinned at your confession and pulled all the way out before plunging back in, damn near knocking the wind out of you. 

“Oh my god,” you gasped, legs spreading wider to grant him better access. 

Once he was buried deep inside you, you let out a moan so inviting that he couldn't resist lowering his head and capturing your lips with his. You stroked his cheeks and tugged him closer, kissing him with all the fervor you could muster.  

“Shit, you feel good,” he praised, moaning softly as he began to circle his hips. 

“Please fuck me harder,” you sighed deeply, hands moving down to cup your breasts.

He straightened up and began to thrust inside you, picking up the tempo once he established a good rhythm. Soon, the room was filled with the sound of your wetness, his hips slamming hard against yours, and heavy breaths.

“Fontaine,” you moaned breathlessly. He groaned in response as he was beginning to love the way you called his name. 

“You look so pretty takin’ all this dick,” he praised, grip on your thighs tightening as he fucked you even faster. Warmth spread across your chest at the praise, and more wetness oozed out of your tight hole.

His hand slid up your body, squeezing your breast while the other bounced freely. Listening to him groan and grunt in delight was music to your ears, and it made your clit throb harder.

The intensity of the pleasure washed over you until it was all you could feel pulsing through your veins. He was fucking you so good. When you realized how loud you were being, you snapped your mouth shut, stifling your moans.

"Nah, I want to hear you,” he growled low in your ear, thrusting harder and deeper, “Tell me how good Daddy dick feels.” 

You couldn't help but whimper as he brushed against that sweet spot deep inside of you. “You—ah shit—feel so fuckin’ good!”

“I’m hittin’ that spot, huh?” Fontaine chuckled cockily, gold chain dangling against your chin. 

“Yesss Daddy! Ple—please don’t stop,” you begged. 

“What a nigga get if he don’t stop?”

“Anything!” you cried out, squeezing your legs around him and holding onto his shoulders as he pounded you into the mattress. “Shit— Fontaine I’m ‘bout to cum,” you breathed shakily, toes curling as your eyes snapped shut. 

“I want that shit,” he grunted loudly as he felt your walls contract around him, “Cum all over this dick.” 

You sank your teeth into his shoulder, biting down hard, muffling your screams of pleasure as your orgasm ripped through you. He sucked in a sharp breath at the pleasurable pain and as your cunt clenched so tightly around him, cumming hard, creaming all over his dick.

He whispered soothing things to you as your body convulsed in his arms. He held you tighter as he traced kisses all over your face and down your neck, shifting his rhythm back to a gentle rock. 

Once you came to your senses, you opened your eyes and gasped at the teeth marks you had left on his shoulder.

“Oh shit Fontaine,” you whispered as you traced the bite mark with your thumb, “I ain’t mean to bite you.” 

“Nah, you good,” he huffed, shrugging his shoulders, “I’m actually into that shit.” 

“Good to know.”

He waited a few more seconds before pulling out. He climbed off of you, kneeled on the bed, and scooched back to give you room to move, “Hands and knees, Y/N.” 

You happily obliged by rolling onto your stomach and arching effortlessly on your hands and knees.

You and Fontaine moaned in unison when he entered you in one swift motion, hips smacking against your asscheeks as he set a brutal pace. This must have been his favorite position because he wasn’t fucking around this time. Your desperate whimpers and the wet sound of skin slapping skin filled the bedroom once again. You took every inch he gave you, arms stretched out in front of you, fingers gripping the sheets as you rocked back against him. 

“Yeah, that’s right,” he grunted as he smacked your asscheek, “Fuck me back just like that.” 

His grip was so tight on your waist that you knew your hips would be sore in the morning. The thought alone made you wetter so you threw it back even harder.

It didn't take long for Fontaine to elicit another orgasm from you, causing your knees to buckle and slump against the mattress. He followed you down, chest pressed against your back, still pounding his thick dick inside you and panting against your ear.

As he placed all of his weight on you, his large hands wrapped around yours, fingers intertwining as he continued to give you the best dick you'd ever had. He was grinding so hard and deeply into you, muttering filthy words in your ear. The boundless pleasure was starting to become overwhelming. You couldn't cum again. You were almost certain that you'd pass smooth the fuck out if you came a fourth time. You needed him to cum. 

“Fon—fuuuuck! Please cum for me!” 

“You want Daddy to nut?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you whined, eyes rolling back as he brushed against your g-spot yet again. 

“Aight, c’mere,” He rose back up on his knees, tugging you along with him. You braced yourself on your hands and knees. He slowly rocked into you a few times before setting a merciless pace, fucking the breath right out of your lungs.

“Goddamnit,” you rasped, “You fuck me so good!”

As he repeatedly hammered away at your g-spot, all you could do was grab the sheets and scream his name. Hot tears welled up in your eyes. As your walls tightened around his fat dick, you trembled, gasping and whimpering. You were a mess. Another orgasm blasted through you, taking you both by surprise and blurring your vision. It took all your strength not to fall forward as your thighs shook violently.

Fontaine grunted loudly as he rutted against you like a mad man, smacking your asscheeks over and over, chasing his own orgasm. He let out a low, guttural groan, thrusts faltering as he twitched inside of you, cumming hard. 

You both panted harshly and were completely fucked out. Arms and legs weaker than SWV.

He trailed kisses down your sweat-glistening back before pulling out of you. Once he was free, you slumped all the way forward, your head resting against a pillow. He carefully pulled the condom off, tied it, and tossed it into the bin beside his nightstand before plopping down next to you. 

Still splayed out on your stomach, you scooched as close to him as you could, cupped his face, and just gazed down into his eyes as you swiped your thumb across his hairy cheek. 

He mirrored your gaze, his eyes less intense than usual, and wrapped his arm around your waist, massaging small circles into your lower back with the pads of his fingertips.

After a prolonged moment of silence, in-tune gazes, and soft caresses, you broke the silence and said, "That was fuckin' amazing."

He nodded his head in agreement so you asked him, “When can we do this again?” 

“Whenever you want,” he said before pulling you down into a tender, biting kiss. He sucked in your lower lip and licked into your mouth teasingly. You tugged on his bottom lip, softly sighing as you ran your tongue across his golds, shifting so you were half on top of him, chest to chest.

Good, you thought. Because you definitely planned on sticking around. Good dick and conversation? There was no way you were passing that up. 

“Goddamn ‘Taine! You ain’t have to upstage a pimp like that!” Slick Charles hollered through the walls. 

You broke the kiss, gasping at the random outburst. 

“Nigga, shut yo retired ass up!” Yo-Yo said just as loud.

Your plush, cherry red lips grip the tip of Tangerine's blushing cock. Red streak marks cover his shaft as you bob your head up and down. Despite both hands working down his shaft, he’s still too big for you please every inch of him. This thought is both slightly worrying and incredibly attractive, leaving your aching pussy dreaming about his length inside you. One hand moves down to his balls to gently massage them as the other puts in double the work to keep Tangerine satisfied.

"Fuckin' hell love," Tangerine moans as he uses your dreads to steer your head. ”Just like that.”

His long shaft reaches the deepest part of your throat causing you to gag. Tears prick at your eyes as he continues to face fuck you, allowing obscene noises to escape your lips. Your once perfect lipstick is no doubt completely ruined by the spit smeared on your face. Still the ecstasy of the moment distracts you from any worries, even as the train comes to a stop at Nagoya station.

Shadows of people move underneath the door as they exit the train. You both stop for a moment, too afraid that any sudden noises could alert someone to your compromising position. Tangerine almost looks angelic in the low light of the bathroom. His eyes are half-lidded and his breath is ragged. Sweat beads on his exposed chest and his hair is in disarray. Your attraction to him grows in the moment and you dip your head back between his legs, determined to give him the best orgasm of his life.

The strong thighs on either side of your head tense up in response to your tongue grazing his balls. You tentatively suck them, leaving more red smears in your wake. Tangerine’s moans are intoxicating as the train leaves the station. You doubted he’d ever made such noises with any of his other hookups. His eyes look like he’s been transported to another realm of bliss.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’re gonna be the death of me!” His exclamation was only a muffled whisper, but it was enough to make you work even harder.

Saliva coats his length; long strings of it fly across your face when he pulls out of your mouth. Tangerine’s forehead beads with sweat as he jerkily finishes on your lips. His body relaxes and his head lulls to the side in relief. Your cunt aches uncomfortably as you wait for him to recover. Your eyes notice more about Tangerine’s features now that you're looking at him clearly. With his coat discarded you can see the tattoos on his forearm and the St. Christopher necklace hanging low into his shirt.

“What’cha lookin’ at sweetheart?” Tangerine asks after noticing your gaze.

“Nothing, just admiring you,” you say coyly, getting up off the floor and straddling Tangerine.

His heartbeat is fast under your touch almost like his heart was about to explode from his chest. Despite Tangerine’s obvious nervousness his suave demeanor never ceases.

“If anyone should be admired it should be you darlin’.” He lets out a silenced grunt as you slide down onto his still erect cock. “You are unbelievably gorgeous.”

Your cheeks flush in response to Tangerine’s flattery, but you can barely process it. Tangerine slides his hands beneath your thighs, guiding you up and down his shaft. The feeling sends shivers of satisfaction down your spine. Tangerine's warm breath tickles your throat as he places hasty kisses along it. Your hips roll in desperation for more, more contact, more pleasure. Sounds of slapping skin and subdued moans fill the tight space of the train bathroom. Other passengers have yet to notice the commotion, but the idea that anyone could stumble in and see you riding a stranger only added to your hornyess. Your intensified moans must have given your thoughts away.

“You like that huh? Me fuckin’ you next to everyone,” Tangerine whispers. He juts his hips into you repeatedly causing a deep moan to come from both your mouths. Your slick runs down Tangerine's cock, perfectly lubricating his movements. Tangerine’s fingers rub over the rolls on your hips, tracing every stretch mark delicately. More shadows move underneath the door as the train stops at another station. The murmurs fade away, but another noise replaces it: banging on the bathroom door.

“Tangerine hurry up, we need to get off here!” A hand clasps over your mouth. “No we don't, we get off at the end of the line!” Tangerine yells back. Tangerine’s other hand guides your hips to continue the pace as he yells to the unknown man behind the door. This whole situation was odd, but also a turn on in some twisted way. A warmth deep inside you builds.

“No, they want to see the kid now!” says the man, now sounding a little more desperate. “Haven’t you checked your messages?”

“I’m a little preoccupied at the moment.” Tangerine gives you a wink. “Sorry darlin’ but I’ll cut this short,” he whispers in your ear.

You were expecting Tangerine to take you off his lap, but instead he pushes deeper inside you. Your pussy clenches hard when his tip brushes against the spongy spot inside your vagina. Tangerine’s hand continues to muffle the pornographic moans trying to escape your lips. The warmth in your core boils over, leaving you writhing in pleasure. Your orgasm rushes through your legs down to your toes and back. Shivers tingle your spine and your thighs shake in overstimulation.

“Fuck!” your exclamation is muffled but your sentiment is clear to Tangerine.

“I’d love to stay longer but I’ve got some business to take care of.” Tangerine places a peck on your lips before zipping up his pants. You stand up off his lap and watch as he collects himself. He’s kind of an odd businessman, at least you thought he’s a businessman. His confrontation with his partner leads you to believe otherwise. You're suddenly a little glad this mysterious man is leaving you but also incredibly curious. As the stranger you let fuck your brains out goes to leave the bathroom only one question comes out of your mouth.

“What the fuck kind of a name is Tangerine?”

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“Yeah but I barely have any money and there’s no signal out here.”

“I have a cabin just a couple of miles from here. No one’s gonna drive ten miles in this weather and you’ll never make it in that small jacket,” he responds matter-of-factly.

“Oh no thanks, I’ll find something else.” You weren’t dumb enough to go with a random dude to his house in the middle of nowhere. Not only because you’re a woman but because you’re black and haven’t seen any other people of color. I’ll figure something out. The man walks past you towards the door but stops before walking out.

“My truck is the black one on the left.” He promptly leaves without saying another word. You sit there weighing all your options: dying in the cold or getting possibly raped and murdered.

“Is it possible that I could stay in here for the night? I won’t take anything, I promise,” you plead to the bartender.

“If I had a dollar for every time someone said that I’d have a much better-looking bar. Sorry miss but I can’t. Duncan, the guy who just left, is a good guy. If you’re gonna go anywhere you should go with him.”

You look outside at the harsh winds and snow and think. Well shit. You pay for your drink and head outside. There you see an old black hatchback with the guy from the bar smoking a cigarette inside. You clutch the pepper spray in your pocket and head over to the car. As you get closer you hear the doors unlock and the man dumps his cigarette butt in the snow. The passenger side door opens once you’re in front of it.

“Hop in, you’re shaking.” You get in, keeping yourself close to the door.

“I’m Ducan by the way, Duncan Vizla.” You two exchange names and he holds out a pack of cigarettes towards you but you politely decline. He pulls one out and quickly lights it before pulling out of the driveway. The warmth of the car immediately hits your freezing hands. The heat melts snow off your jacket as you hold the tips of your fingers to the heater.

“So, um, do you live with anyone? Wife, husband, kids?”

“I had a dog.”

“What happened to it?”

“He died… in an accident.”

“Oh, I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Don’t worry about it, I wasn’t that attached.” You couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or your own grim sense of humor but you let out a short burst of laughter. You race to cover your mouth with your hand when you realize what just happened but Duncan also has a small grin poking from behind his mustache.

The rest of the short drive was spent listening to the wind whistle past the car. At one point you could have sworn you heard the howl of a wolf. God, I’m never leaving the city again. Duncan slows down as he pulls in front of an old but nice-looking cabin.

“Here we are,” Duncan declares as he switches off the engine. “You head inside, the door’s unlocked, I’m going to get some firewood.” You step out of the comfort of the warm vehicle and head to the door while fighting back the wind. The door opens with ease and you walk into the cabin. It’s pitch black inside and your desperate patting of the walls yields no light switches. Heavy footsteps come up from behind and move past you as you continue to stand still. The door closes and you hear some shuffling and lights come on. Duncan stands in front of the fireplace with a box of matches and some lighter fluid, the wood has already been placed inside the hearth. He nonchalantly spreads the fluid across the logs before lighting a match and flicking it into the fireplace.

You move to the kitchen area, pepper spray still in your grasp. You attentively as Duncan pulls a big armchair and a wooden dining chair in front of the fire. He then moves towards you. “Are you hungry?” he asks gently. His eyes don’t seem to be very interested in the conversation but his need to be polite pushes him to talk to you. “No, thank you,” you reply, still wary of him. He turns back to the living room and sits in the armchair, throwing his cigarette butt in the fire and lighting another one. The warmth of the fire draws you in and you sit on the wooden chair, finally removing your hands from your pockets.

“So how did you end up all the way out here?” Duncan interrogates, his eyes fixed lazily on you.

“I was just kind of wandering y’know? I’ve been wandering for a while now.”

“You have nowhere to go?” Duncan draws a long pull from his cigarette as he waits for your response.

“No, not really. When I find somewhere that feels…right then I’ll stay, but I haven’t found that yet.” You sit in your revelation for a moment, thinking about how nowhere has felt like home. You remember that you’re in a strange man’s house and add “But my friends know where I am, so if they don’t hear back from me soon they’ll come down here and see if I’m okay.”

“Smart,” Duncan responds with a smirk. “Young women like yourself should always take safety precautions. Like not getting into vehicles with strange men and staying in their houses.” With that, he stood up and moved to the bed in the corner of the room. “You get the couch.”

You stay seated in your chair as you observe the man in front of you. He bends down beside the bed and pulls out a thick comforter. He then grabs a pillow from his bed and walks them over to the couch and places them on the couch.

“Goodnight,” he says matter-of-factly.

“Night.”

Duncan pulls off his boots and sets them close to the bed. His socks come off along with the rest of his clothes except his boxers. For a man of at least fifty, he’s still relatively fit. His chest hair is salt and pepper just like his facial hair. Your eyes scan over him from his chest down to his happy trail and over his strong thighs. The veins on his hands are visible all the way up to his forearms. You continue to stare before you feel like a pervert and look away. Unfortunately for you your eyes divert to his face and he makes eye contact with you. His dark brown eyes hold your gaze for an almost uncomfortable amount of time as he puts on his pajama pants and shirt. You break the contact and stare into the fire, your body starts to get warm from embarrassment. Duncan clears his voice as though he is about to say something, but when you look over you instead see what looks like an erection poking through his plaid PJs. Your brown cheeks turn a deep red, something you hadn’t thought possible. He either hasn’t noticed or doesn’t care because he sits on the edge of the bed looking at you.

You stand up, your body entranced by his stare as you move towards him. He leans back on his palms, his eyes still not breaking from you. You tower over his frame, you see his lids flutter slightly in subtle aw of you.

“You never said how I could repay you for your kindness,” you say softly, your mind already thinking of something wildly inappropriate. Wordlessly, Duncan finally drops his eyes and looks down at your body. His gaze goes over your mostly hidden figure and then goes back up to your face. He lingers on your plump lips whilst the warmth of your body comforts his chilled exterior. The tension accumulating between you two reaches its climax as Duncan stands up and swiftly lifts you up in a lustful embrace. Your lips collide and your hands quickly make their way to his beautiful hair. He walks you over to the kitchen area and sets you down. You were surprised a man of his age could pick you with such ease like he was picking up a feather. His hands rummaged your body, unzipping your jacket and tossing it to the side. You feel calloused fingers grope your breasts and ass as you hold Duncan close to you. His lips slip from yours and dive to your breasts. The sucking sensation elicits a small moan from you as a tingling deep in your belly starts to form.

Your mind gets lost in the pleasure, time doesn’t seem real, none of your surroundings are. It’s just you and him. Duncan’s fingers hurriedly undo your belt and pull down your jeans. A finger gently brushes over your sensitive bud and your aching cunt. You whine at loss of friction but your fragile underwear is swiftly removed by large hands. Duncan rubs his fingers over your clit harshly in large circles, his fingers sticky with your wetness. Your body yearns for more, his fingers just aren’t enough.

“Fuck me, fuck me Duncan.” With that Duncan turns you over, your stomach flat on the surface and lifts up your leg. You hear spit come from Duncan's and start to feel a stretching sensation as he slowly inserts himself inside of your sopping cunt.

The sound of slapping skin and Duncan pushing deeper into your throbbing wet pussy fills the air of the old cabin in the woods. Duncan has you bent over a wooden table in the living, his rough hand holds one of your thighs on the table while the other is pressed against your back. His thrusts are rough and animalistic, your ass stings as he snaps his hips into you. Duncan moves his hand from your back to your mouth, holding it open with a few fingers. You moan as you taste his fingers, a mixture of cigarettes and sweat collide in your mouth. He’s impossibly deep inside you but you still want more of him. Your clit throbs impatiently, begging for more than just the passing friction. You try to move your hand down to release the tension building in your sensitive bud but Duncan quickly puts a stop by letting go of your thigh and grabbing both your hands and pinning them behind your back.

“Only I get to touch you,” he breathed into your ear. Unable to respond, you let out a small whimper as your body succumbs to your building orgasm. The tingling deep in your body starts to bubble up to the surface. Duncan grunts as you clench around his girthy cock. He quickly turns you on your back, his hands wandering up your stomach to your breasts. You can see the lust in his lidded eyes, he's drunk off of it. His mouth is partially open letting out heavy breaths. His hair falls just past his eyes. He’s dazed with desire as he grabs both your thighs, spreading them apart before reinserting himself inside.

He quickly resumes his pace, slamming uncaringly into your g-spot. Your exceedingly wet pussy causes him to slip in and out of you which prolongs your much-needed orgasm. Your cunt is so sore from the lack of climax but Duncan won’t let you relieve yourself. He folds your legs towards you, pushing himself impossibly deep. Your orgasm undoes you. Your body feels like you dropped off a cliff. Your stomach hitches as the weight of your body feels released.

“Oh god yes, Duncan, fucking shit,” you scream. Your stomach tenses as Duncan continues to fuck you. His lower stomach is glazed with the evidence of your climax, his cock is white with your slick. The quick pace Duncan had been going at gets sloppy as he begins to unravel.

“Come here,” Duncan says, pulling you off the table. He positions you on your knees as he towers over you. You get a brief glimpse of his erection before he shoves himself deep inside your mouth. He uses your mouth as his personal fuck toy, grabbing fistfuls of your braids as he jams himself down your throat. You gag as he hits your uvula. Saliva spews from your mouth down to your breasts and your perked nipples. Duncan's thrusts get lazier and lazier as his breath gets shallow. With one final push, he releases into your mouth. His cum hits the back of your throat and you let out a last gag as he backs out of your mouth. You’re a mess; your edges are frizzy, you’re covered in spit and cum, and your jaw aches terribly. You look up at Duncan, mouth still open. He grabs a towel from the kitchen and wipes your face and chest clean. You look for your phone but can’t find it and just decide to scrape up the intact pieces of your clothing and put them on.

Your underwear was rendered useless but the rest of your clothes are still wearable.

************

The next morning is an awkward mess of emotions. You try to tip-toe Duncan as best you can but he is quick to start a conversation over breakfast.

"Do you still want me to take you to the next town?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I thought you might have found somewhere to stay for a while. The next town is not much better. And wandering around secluded areas isn't very safe for a young woman," Duncan stares at you over his coffee mug.

"I don't know, I don't really want to live on someone's couch."

"You could always live in my bed."

Oh.