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“you sure it’s empty?” your boyfriend kicks out from his shoes, feeling a tad bit hesitant the moment he enters your home.

“yeah, i’m pretty sure my roommate is out. she just texted me.” you giggle, pulling itadori by the hand as you both stride towards your room.

“just worried that you might be too loud.” he jokes, landing on your soft mattress when you push him before straddling his lap and taking off your shirt to reveal your black lacy bra, making the male flustered as he stares in awe. “you’re beautiful.”

“and you’re poking my ass.” you lean down to the male and pull him into a fervour kiss. itadori’s hands wander all over your body, gently tracing every scar and stretch marks in appreciation with his fingertips before he breaks the kiss with a startled gasp when he feels your sex rubbing against his clothed erection.

“oops.” you grin upon his blushing face and the way his body suddenly tenses.

but he smiles back and reciprocates by unclasping your bra and carelessly throws it on the floor. “oops.”

itadori pushes your head down for another kiss, twirling his tongue with yours passionately before turning over his body so he can get on top of you and cages your body underneath.

he breaks the kiss again, gazing down at you with evident concern wavering in his big, brown eyes as he ponders in silence.

“yuuji? what’s wrong?” your hands cup his face, caressing the scars under his eyes with your thumbs.

“i– i just don’t want to hurt you.” he murmurs, leaning to your touch.

his attentiveness never fails to make you feel warm and fuzzy inside but it has always been like this, at the same moment too. itadori would stop going further, like he’s so afraid of touching you; of hurting you. you have no idea what he meant and oftentimes he wouldn’t give you a straight answer and cuddled you to sleep instead. you’re not one to be compelling so you didn’t say anything either.

“yuuji, you won’t.” you smile reassuringly. “besides, i like it rough.”

itadori cracks a smile over the light-hearted joke. he feels bad that he’s unable to satiate your needs even when he always finds you to be alluring and sexy. as a man himself, he has his moments where he just wants to jump on you but he fears that he won’t be able to control what (or who) resides in him once he gets too lost in the moment; when his mind is all hazy that he won’t even realize when the demon inside him decides to jump out. if you ever know about it, he’s pretty sure he’s going to scare you and he doesn’t want you to leave him just because of the curse that binds with his body.

“please, yuuji? i need you.” you whisper softly, tugging on his shirt when you see him looking hesitant again; fighting yet another ongoing battle in his head. “need you so bad.”

“…okay.” he whispers back after a silent moment before diving down onto your neck and your hand runs through his undercut and up to his pink hair, tugging it gently when you feel his teeth nibbling on the soft skin to leave purple marks.

“does it hurt?” he mutters against your skin, licking the dents with his tongue.

“no, it’s good.” you close your eyes, rubbing your thighs together to relieve the dull ache in your core.

itadori moves lower, latching his mouth on your pebbled nipple as he massages the other mound. he watches the nipple poke before he sucks the other and he tweaks the hardened nipple between his fingers, making you mewl over the stimulation.

“you make me feel so good, yuuji.” you praise, back arching closer to his body. itadori shifts lower, stripping you out of your skirt and biting back a groan once he notices the damp patch that has formed on your panties.

he glances up at you, pursing his lips into a flat thin line as he’s second guessing again.

“please, yuuji. you made me like this. please take me.” you spread your legs for him and look at him expectantly.

your body squirms when you feel his thumb grazing over your aching clit, pressing the damp fabric to feel your essence on his skin.

“promise to tell me to stop if it hurts.” he says, watching the thin string of slick attaching on your panties as he slowly tugs down the sheer fabric before it snaps.

“yeah, i promise.”

a moan slips pass your lips once you feel his tongue flattens against your folds to lap off your juices like a starved man having his first meal. he watches your head thrashing side to side when he sucks your clit and your hand reaches to grab a lock of his soft hair to bring his face closer to your cunt.

the sight of you being completely at his mercy is new to him. it makes him feel good to know that you’re enjoying it and he can’t help but to grind his cock onto your mattress to soothe his throbbing erection. however, there’s still a mental war going on in his head and he’s trying to stay focused as much as he can.

“you’re so wet down here.” he easily slides in a finger into your hole, groaning over how tight and warm it feels. the squelching noises are borderline pornographic and instantly fill the quiet room. itadori slides in another finger, curling and drags against the spongy walls as your hips roll to match his pace.

“fuck. need your cock, yuuji.” you whine in desperation. “right now, please.”

itadori unlatches his mouth from your clit and he doesn’t look reluctant for the first time; you assume that he also couldn’t wait to be inside you any longer. you marvel at his toned body as he takes off his shirt and down to his fat cock once he has taken off his pants and boxers. you’ve seen the girth before, considering the fact that you’ve given him blowjobs but the thought of it finally going to stretch your cunt makes you even more eager.

“get on your hands and knees for me, baby. you know i like to see that ass.”

for a second you started to wonder where he got the confidence to talk to you like that but you’re not really going to complain. maybe itadori can be pretty dominant in bed and he is more than welcomed to play the role. so you do as he said, submissively getting on your hands and knees, arching your back perfectly with your cheek planting down on the bed.

you can hear a low, guttural sound from your back as the male takes a moment to appreciate the view granted before him– making you squirm in excitement and anticipation.

“wanna feel you inside me, daddy.” you giggle and playfully wiggle your ass in the air, hoping to ease the pressure in case your boyfriend starts to have doubts again.

but he doesn’t say anything back. he only holds you by the hip and smears his tip with your slick from your folds and prods against your bud, making your toes curl underneath.

“mmph– yuu–!” he cuts you off when you feel him abruptly stretch your cunt with his thick cock without any forewarning until he’s balls deep inside you that his pubes are brushing against your bum.

he grunts as he moves slowly, hands holding your hips in place as if to test the waters before he starts to ram relentlessly into your sloppy cunny. every vein and ridges are brushing heavenly against your tight walls, causing your eyes to roll back and mouth gaping in chants of moans.

“fuck– yuuji! so deep!” you whimper, feeling the tip kissing your cervix with each pound. as you become more delirious and legs tremble in excitement, he pushes you further by pinching your neglected clit and your eyes snap open in surprise.

if he has both hands on your hips– how come he’s still able to do that?

“yuu.. ji?” you glance to your back but only to have cold shivers run down your spine. your boyfriend only wears a smug on his face as his chin is tilted upwards in an arrogant manner, not missing your appalled expression. but still, he’s your boyfriend, your yuuji– no, you don’t know if you can call him that anymore despite the similar features he possesses.

except for the odd tattoos on his face and body that you’re pretty sure yuuji didn’t have.

and an extra pair of fucking limbs.

“what’s wrong, honey?” even his voice is different; deeper. “i almost made you cum, didn’t i?”

“n-no–” you try to wriggle away from the male but his grip on your hips are strong and you can feel his sharp nails digging painfully on your skin. “y-yuuji! stop!”

“yuuji isn’t here, sweetheart.” he tsked, completely airy as he still remains to fuck you.

“b-but– stop it, please– yuuji–” you beg, clenching hard on the sheets beneath you in fear as you try to gauge the situation.

“what did i say? don’t make me repeat myself.” he spanks your ass punishingly but what he received as a response amuses him. “oh? i think you’re clamping down on me, princess. you like that?” he spanks again and again, groaning over the feeling of your tight walls clenching around his fat cock.

“oh, forgot. you like it rough, right?”

you close your eyes shut, biting on your lower lip as you submit helplessly to the pain and pleasure but your ears are ringing with his sadistic laughter and the sounds of his balls slapping against your skin.

“are you going to just keep quiet?” he seethes before pressing down your clit to make you gasp in surprise. “give in to me. i can make you feel better than that brat can ever do.”

“mmph– i– no–” you don’t know who he’s referring to but you still try to fight back the building pressure in your lower stomach.

but the more you try to defy (and failing terribly), the more he is determined to break you into submission. so he pounds into your pussy harder, making you keen.

“fuck your neighbors. scream for me.”

“i– hah– yuuji?!” a pair of arms suddenly jerks you up on your knees and your back is pressed against his hard chest.

“not my name, honey.” he says through gritted teeth. a pair of hands squeezes your tits, flicking and tweaking your nipples and sends electricity down to your bundle of nerves while his other pair of hands holds you by the waist as he remains to ram inside you. a surge of euphoria is pumping in your veins that your prior conflictions are quick to be forgotten.

“f-feels so good!” you throw your head back on his shoulder, letting him use you like a sex doll as you no longer have the sanity to go against his will nor do you want him to stop.

in spite of his face tattoos and contrasting demeanor, you refuse to believe that he isn’t yuuji when you can see a trace of him as you stare back into his heavy lidded eyes. you suddenly notice that there is another pair of eyes where yuuji’s scar would reside but before you can have a moment to register it in your cloudy mind, he pulls you into a sloppy kiss.

your slick is already dripping down to his balls and you can feel the intense build of orgasm in your core. your body starts to shake in response, chest heaving up and down as your breath comes out deeper and shorter.

“cum on my cock.” he instructs upon feeling the trembles of your body and how your walls are squeezing and sucking him even more.

he nips on your neck, exactly where yuuji left his mark earlier and you moan when you feel his fangs dig into your skin. it hurts– but it hurts so good. the hand on your waist reaches down to rub your swollen clit, adding more stimulation to push you over the edge.

“c-cumming!” you whine, tugging his pink hair.

“fuck– come on. cream all over this fat cock.” he growls, hands kneading your breasts harder while the other toys with your clit and the other still holding your waist.

your lips part into a screeching whimper as you finally come undone– pussy fluttering and convulsing around his cock. you take a second to gasp for air yet he continues to fuck you through your high with unwavering pace.

“and the brat doesn’t even have the balls to make you cum.” he sneers to himself, knowing that yuuji can hear it before lifting you up and pushing you down on your back. you look at him dazed and confused when he uses both of his hands to pin your wrists above your head while the other pair spreads your legs apart.

“w-wait–” a burning sensation washes your body when he slides his cock back in and starts to pound into your dripping cunt.

“don’t be selfish. your boyfriend wants to cum too.” he smirks, ignoring your cries that’s asking for him to stop and slow down but the sting is quick to turn into pleasure and you find yourself heading towards your second orgasm of the night.

“yuuji–”

one of his hands circles around your throat, giving it a threatening squeeze that results in you to choke for air instantly. if it isn’t for him railing your little cunny, he would’ve broken your neck already.

“yuuji this, yuuji that. shut the fuck up.” he growls, four vermillion orbs glowing with rage as he watches you struggle to breathe.

“s-sor-ry.” you croak, feeling a little light headed from the lack of oxygen before he’s satisfied and lets go of his grip.

“fucking whore. clamping down on my cock like that.” he chuckles with mirth while you recoup the ability to breathe properly again. “you wanna cum again, don’t you?”

before you can answer him anything, you feel something warm and wet flicking your swollen clit– instantly making your legs quiver and your back to arch in pleasure. you glance down to see him palming above your sex but you feel even more confused when you can’t find why it’s so arousing yet so familiar.

you don’t know if you’re better off not knowing because the moment he lifts up the hand, you’re shocked and dismayed to see a tongue sticking out from his palm; glistening and trickling with your essence.

“guess this kinda comes handy.” he snickers conceitedly and palms your breast so it can suck your hardened nipple.

“you’re a fucking mess down here, sweetheart.” he glances down to where your bodies are connected, each thrust comes with a sloshing sound and it’s filling the air along with your breathy moans.

“g-gonna cum–” you whine, feeling an uncomfortable rush down on your lower stomach that’s giving you a sudden urge to pee.

he rubs circles on your clit in determination to tip you over the edge and your body shakes uncontrollably before you break into a silent scream and your vision turns white as you succumb into pure ecstasy.

you feel oddly relieved and satisfied. when your eyes flutter open again, you realize that you’ve just squirted and your translucent juices are sprayed all over his perfect, toned abs and dripping down on your thighs.

“fuuuck,” he stares at you in astonishment. “get ready for daddy’s turn.”

he finally lets go of your wrists and hoists your leg over his shoulder, fucking you unrelentingly and deeper in a new angle as he chases after his high and ignores your silent whimpers. you can only watch him tiringly, completely fucked out as he uses your cunt until his pace starts to stutter as an indication that he’s going to reach his climax soon.

“gonna fill you up with my seeds and i’m not gonna let even one fucking drip out of you.” you feel his cock twitches inside you and a howl rips from his throat as he stuffs you full with hot ropes of cum up to your womb.

he takes a short moment to regain composure and makes sure he has emptied inside you before pulling out his softening dick with a gratifying grin. how long has it been since he last buried his cock in a woman’s tight pussy? he used to have different women to please him every night. the brat scored a hot girlfriend for himself but never even tried to fuck her. how annoying.

“i can’t wait for the next time we’ll meet.” he lets your leg fall onto the bed and plops down on his stomach to briefly look at you in a daze before he closes his eyes and drifts away into a deep slumber with you following suit.

you’re mostly baffled when you wake up the next morning. the soreness all over your body along with the bruises littering your skin are telling you that it definitely wasn’t a dream and when you look to the side, you can find him sleeping like a baby.

you try to observe him very hard. from his fluffy hair that looked much sleeker last night, the scars that were open as ruby eyes and down to his untatted, built torso– but nothing on him shows any evidence about what he was just a few hours ago.

no tattoos, no extra limbs and just.. yuuji.