you were not expecting yuji itadori to be so dirty, and it simultaneously shocked you and set your whole body on fire.
you’d crashed at his place after movie night ran way too late due too many beers, too much laughing, and you being too tired to make the walk home. he’d tossed you a spare hoodie and blanket like it was nothing, and kindly said “take the spare room down the hall, seriously, it’s more comfortable than the couch.” you’d thanked him, changed, and passed out in the guest bed.
you woke up around 3 a.m. thirsty as hell, throat dry from the popcorn eaten earlier and the AC blasting. you slipped out of bed barefoot, hoodie hanging loose over your panties, and padded quietly down the hallway toward the kitchen.
but his bedroom door was cracked open.
just enough for a thin stripe of blue moonlight to cut across the floor.
you should’ve kept walking. grabbed your water and gone back to the spare room.
instead you froze when you heard it.
soft, stifled grunts, barely audible, like he was biting them back. the quiet, wet schlick of skin on skin, so hushed it was almost reverent. heavy breathing through clenched teeth, every exhale controlled, careful, terrified of making too much noise.
your heart slammed against your ribs.
you edged closer, silent, pulse roaring in your ears and peeked through the gap.
yuji was on his back in the middle of the bed, sheets kicked down to his ankles, completely naked. moonlight spilled over his body. broad shoulders, carved abs glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, the deep V of his hips leading straight to where his fist was wrapped around his cock.
and jesus christ, it was obscene.
thick as your wrist, veins bulging thick and angry all along the shaft, pulsing visibly with every heartbeat. the flushed head was swollen and glossy, slit weeping a constant stream of precum that dripped in slow, heavy strings down the length. a thick silver barbell piercing pierced straight through the head, glinting wickedly in the moonlight, catching every slick glide and making the whole thing look even more depraved. it was so big it looked almost violent, heavy and throbbing, the kind of cock that would split you open and leave you gaping. a cock that would ruin any other man for you.
his big hands were wrapped around it. thick fingers, corded with veins that stood out sharp against the tan skin, gripped the base tight while his other hand stroked in long, controlled pulls. every twist over the pierced head made the metal click softly against his knuckles, a tiny, filthy sound that sent fresh slick gushing between your thighs. those same hands that held yours , that high-fived everyone with easy warmth, were now choking his own massive dick like he was trying to strangle the pleasure out of it.
his muscles bulged everywhere. biceps flexed with every slow pump, forearms rippling with veins that matched the ones on his cock. thighs thick and powerful, trembling just slightly as he fought to keep his hips from snapping up too hard. abs contracted into hard ridges every time he hissed through his teeth, sweat beading and rolling down the grooves like he was carved from marble and set on fire.
his head was thrown back against the pillow, pink hair messy and damp, mouth open but teeth gritted, eyes squeezed shut. every few strokes his hips twitched up into his fist. tiny, restrained bucks, like he was fighting his own body to stay quiet.
he paused mid-stroke, chest heaving silently. then he brought his hand to his mouth and spat once, thick, wet, right into his palm before wrapping it back around his pierced cock. the wet glide was louder for a second, obscene in the near-silence, but he immediately slowed it down, making the slick sounds softer, more controlled. the piercing clicked faintly against his knuckles with every pass, a tiny filthy sound that made your cunt clench.
“fuck… yeah, just like that,” he whispered, voice so low it was almost a growl, barely escaping his teeth. “take it deeper… choke on it… wanna see those pretty lips stretched around my cock till you’re drooling and gagging, till it hits the back of your throat and you’re crying for more.”
your thighs clenched so hard you nearly whimpered.
sweet yuji, the boy who always carried extra snacks in his bag just in case someone looked hungry, who blushed when you complimented his cooking, saying this. so filthy, so nasty, so quiet because he thought you were asleep in the spare room down the hall.
the contrast made your cunt throb violently. slick soaked through your panties in seconds, warm and sticky between your thick thighs. your heavy tits ached in the borrowed hoodie, nipples stiff and rubbing against the fabric with every shallow breath. your tummy fluttered, puffy clit pulsing in time with his careful strokes.
“gonna fuck that tight little pussy raw,” he breathed through gritted teeth, hips giving another tiny, restrained snap. “spread those thighs wide… slam in deep till you’re shaking… wanna feel you clench around my cock, milk me till I’m empty. gonna fill you up so much it leaks out. gonna watch my cum drip down your ass while I keep pounding that needy hole slow and deep, let my cock drag against your walls till you’re sobbing.”
his breathing hitched. a soft, needy whimper slipped out. high, desperate, almost pained. he immediately bit his lip hard, muffling it, but the sound was already in your head, searing. another whimper followed, quieter, broken. “shit… so good… feels too fucking good…”
he hissed through his teeth on the next stroke, jaw clenched tight, abs flexing hard as the pleasure hit him like a wave. “fuck. yes. right there. gonna cum so hard…”
his strokes turned a little sloppier, but still hushed. desperate, restrained. thighs trembling, balls drawing up tight. another soft, needy whimper escaped, raw and unguarded, like he couldn’t hold it back anymore.
“gonna pump you so full… take it all. fuckkk.”
he arched off the bed with a choked, bitten-off groan. thick ropes of cum shot across his abs and chest in violent but silent spurts. some hitting his pecs, one landing on his collarbone, another streaking down toward his navel. he kept stroking through it, slow and careful, milking every pulse with low, shaky breaths and tiny, muffled curses as his pierced cock twitched and leaked the last drops over his fist.
he collapsed back, chest heaving quietly, hand still loosely wrapped around his softening length, cum pooling in the grooves of his abs.
“ohh baby… baby,” he whimpered, needy and wrecked, voice cracking on the words like he was pleading with someone who wasn’t there.
a/n: i think im gonna make this the slowest slow burn ever
