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every little thing you did chipped at him. the way you waved from your balcony in the mornings wearing nothing but a thin tank top and no bra, nipples stiff from the cool air. the way you asked him once, all sweet and shy, if he knew how to fix a leaking faucet and stood too close while he worked, soft focused grunts leaving is chest and his rolled-up sleeve. after that night he jerked off twice before he could even get his jeans off, coming so hard he had to brace one hand on the shower tile just to stay upright.

he hated how easily you affected him. hated that a girl barely old enough to rent her own apartment could make a man like him, a man who prided himself on control, feel like some desperate teenager again. his sex life used to be something he managed. now it was just quiet frustration and the occasional guilty stroke while he thought about how small you would look under him, how tight you would feel, how pretty you would sound moaning his name.

then came the router. you knocked on his door at nine-thirty one random night, voice small and embarrassed over the phone first, then in person when he opened up still dressed in his white button-up and black jeans.

nanami stands at your doorway with one hand already in his pocket, the other holding the small toolbox he keeps for these exact random neighbor emergencies all ready, and he tells himself for the tenth time that this is nothing. just a quick fix.

your voice is soft and a little embarrassed over he’s not surprised. “sorry to bother you, nanami-san, but my wifi router just died and i have no idea what i’m doing with these things.” he had sighed, told you he would be right over, and now here he is, hating every single second because the moment you open the door he feels it again. that pull. that stupid, inconvenient heat low in his gut that has been creeping up on him since the day you moved in.

you are wearing your famous oversized t-shirt that slips off one shoulder and tiny sleep shorts that ride up when you shift your weight, bare feet on the hardwood, skin glazed with a thin layer of sweat like you had been lounging on the couch all evening.

you smile at him, grateful and a little shy, and nanami’s jaw tightens. he is forty, a divorced but settled, a man who likes order and quiet and routines that do not include getting half-hard at the sight of his much younger neighbor’s collarbones. yet here he is, eyes dragging down the line of your neck before he forces them back up.

“thank you so much for coming,” you say, stepping aside to let him in. your voice is warm, a little breathy from the relief of not having to deal with it alone. the apartment smells faintly of vanilla and whatever takeout you had for dinner.

nanami nods once, polite as always, and follows you toward the corner where the router sits on a low shelf. he can feel the weight of his own body, the clean but lived-in scent of his white button-up clinging slightly to his skin after a long day, black jeans sitting snug on his hips. he is musty in that grown-man way, soap and faint cologne mixed with the faint trace of office air and the walk over, nothing overpowering but undeniably male. he knows it. he hopes you do not notice how it fills the small space between you.

you hover close while he crouches down to look at the router, your thigh brushing his shoulder as you point at the blinking lights. “it just stopped working out of nowhere. i tried restarting it but…” your words trail off when he glances up.

his eyes catch on the way your t-shirt hangs loose, the soft swell of your tits visible at the neckline, the smooth skin of your legs right there at eye level. he should look away yet nanami does not. instead his gaze lingers, slow and heavy, tracing the curve of your hip, the way the hem of those shorts digs into the flesh of your thigh. he feels his cock twitch in his jeans, thickening against the zipper before he can stop it.

fuck.

he shifts his weight, trying to hide the growing bulge, but the movement only makes the fabric pull tighter.

“let me see,” he mutters, voice lower than he intends, rough around the edges. his fingers work the cables, checking connections, but his mind is not on the router. it is on you. on how you smell like warm skin and faint lotion, on how you keep biting your lip while you watch him, on how easily he could reach out and slide his palm up the back of your thigh.

he has been trying to ignore it for weeks. it takes him back to the way you wave at him from your balcony in the mornings, the sound of your laugh carrying through the thin walls when you are on the phone with friends, the soft thump of your music when you cook.

every little thing has been chipping away at his carefully built restraint. he is older. he should know better. but his body does not care about should.

he stands up slowly, taller than you by a good amount, and when he does his chest brushes your shoulder. you do not step back and the air between you feels thick, charged, and nanami’s eyes drop again, this time to your mouth, then lower to where your nipples have tightened under the thin shirt.

he swallows hard. his cock is fully hard now, pressing insistently against the front of his black jeans, the outline obvious if you were to look down. he turns slightly, pretending to fiddle with the router settings on his phone, but the movement only highlights the bulge.

he can feel the heat of it, the way it throbs when you lean in closer to see what he is doing, your breath ghosting over his forearm.

“is it the cable?” you ask, voice quieter now, like you have noticed the shift too. your eyes flick to his face, then down, then back up, and nanami sees the faint flush creeping up your neck. good. at least he is not suffering alone. he clears his throat, forcing his attention back to the device, but his free hand flexes at his side, knuckles whitening. he wants to touch you. wants to back you against the wall and slide those tiny shorts down your legs, wants to feel how wet you already are because he can smell it, that sweet faint arousal mixing with your usual scent.

his mind supplies the image without permission: you bent over the couch, his cock buried deep while he grips your hips and fucks the whimpers out of you. he exhales sharply through his nose.

“try it now,” he says, stepping back just enough to give you space, but not enough to hide anything. the router lights flicker green. you pull out your phone to test the connection and let out a small happy sound that goes straight to his dick.

“it works! oh my god, thank you, nanami-san.” you turn to him fully, eyes bright, and for a second he lets himself look. really look. at the way your chest rises with each breath, at the bare stretch of thigh, at how your lips part when you realize he is staring.

he does not smile. his expression stays bland, almost stern, but his eyes are dark and hungry, eye-fucking you so openly now that there is no pretending. his cock strains harder against the denim, a small wet spot forming where he is leaking, and he makes no move to hide it.

he is half heartedly relieved you do not notice. your gaze still stuck on your phone screen, lashes fluttering, and when you look back up, you read there is something new in his expression, something needy and waiting to be unleashed.

nanami’s voice comes out rougher than he means. “you should get a better router. this one is outdated.” it is the most neutral thing he can think of, but it does not matter.

the tension is already there, thick and undeniable, wrapping around both of you in the half-unpacked living room. he can feel his pulse in his cock, the heavy ache of it, the way his balls feel tight just from standing this close to you. he wants to hate how easily you affect him.

he does hate it. but he cannot stop the slow drag of his eyes over your body one more time, imagining exactly how you would look spread open on his bed, taking every inch while he tells you how long he has been fighting this.

you shift on your feet, thighs pressing together, and nanami catches the tiny movement. his jaw clenches. he should leave. he should say goodnight and go back to his quiet apartment and jerk off to the memory like he has done more nights than he cares to admit.

your heartbeat picks up its rate, your finger tips sweaty. you feel the air thickening already, noticing the print of your neighbors dick without even looking down.

“so maybe you could stay and i could make you some te–” your proposal is short lived.

“i’ve fixed what you’ve called me to help for. goodnight.” his stern voice catches you off guard, watching him collect and grab the toolbox on the floor that was forgotten seconds ago. you try to say something but stay frozen when he pushes past you, his neck veins slightly showing on his skin.

nanami strides out fast. because right now, with his cock hard and obvious and his control fraying at the edges, he is not sure he has the strength to stay in the same room with you.

and so he leaves you standing in the middle of your apartment with your wifi fixed and a pile of notifications ‘ding-ing’ every seconds.

+

a week drags by in thick, unspoken tension that sits heavy between the thin apartment walls like smoke that refuses to clear.

nanami wakes each morning with the same stern resolution burning behind his eyes: keep the distance, lock it down, pretend the night you called him over for the router never happened. he leaves for the office before the sun fully rises, comes home long after the hallway lights have dimmed, and when he passes your door he keeps his gaze fixed on the scuffed floorboards like they hold the answers to every moral question he has been asking himself since he first felt that inconvenient throb in his jeans. but the memory refuses to fade.

it lingers in the shower when hot water runs down his chest and his hand wraps around his cock without permission, stroking slow and frustrated while your freshly known name slips out between gritted teeth like a confession he wishes he could swallow back.

it follows him into bed at night, where he lies stiff on his back and remembers the exact shade of flush that crept up your neck when his eyes dragged too long over your body.

he hates it. hates how easily a girl barely out of her early twenties can unravel the careful, quiet life he has built for himself. he is older, disciplined, a man who values order and restraint above almost everything, yet here he is, reduced to stolen glances through the balcony railing and late-night strokes that leave him emptier than before.

you do not make any of it easier. you still wave at him from across the narrow gap between your balconies in the mornings, soft smile curving your lips like you know exactly what you are doing to him. you leave polite little notes taped to his door about shared packages or the new recycling bins downstairs, your handwriting neat and looping in a way that makes his fingers tighten around the paper every time.

each accidental brush of your fingers when you hand him mail in the hallway sends a spark straight down his spine, and every polite “good morning, nanami-san” you offer chips away at the walls he keeps trying to reinforce. he catches the sound of your laugh through the thin wall sometimes when you are on the phone with people… your age, light and warm, and his cock thickens in his slacks before he can stop it.

he tells himself it is nothing. just proximity. just the natural reaction of a man who has been alone too long. but deep down he knows the truth: you have gotten under his skin, and the more he tries to push it away the harder it pulls.

tonight the last thread of his restraint finally frays and snaps.

the familiar knock comes at exactly the time he wishes it to, soft but insistent, cutting through the quiet of his evening like a hook sinking into flesh.

nanami opens the door still dressed from the office, white button-up with the sleeves rolled neatly to his elbows, black jeans sitting low on his hips, the faint musty-clean scent of him drifting out into the hallway, clean and faint cologne and the long day clinging to his skin.

you stand there in another oversized t-shirt that slips off one shoulder and those same tiny sleep shorts that have been haunting him, hair not perfect like you had been caught up in something… private, cheeks already carrying that telltale pink flush. it’s as if last week was repeating itself.

“the router again,” you say, voice small and breathy, but your eyes are not on any imaginary problem. they trace the open collar of his shirt, the broad line of his shoulders, the way his chest fills the doorway. “it keeps dropping signal. i tried everything you showed me last time but… i think i need your help again.”

he should tell you no. should suggest you call the building manager in the morning this time and close the door before the air between you thickens any further. instead he exhales slowly through his nose, jaw tight, and reaches for the small toolbox he keeps by the door without saying a word.

he follows you next door, the faint click of the lock behind him sounding louder than it should. the moment you are both inside the living room the atmosphere shifts, warmer and heavier, like the space itself is holding its breath. you lead him to the same corner shelf where the router sits, but this time you do not hover at a polite distance.

you stand close enough that your bare arm brushes his rough skin when he crouches down to look. the lights on the router are steady green. he knows it is working fine the second he glances at it. and most definitely you know it.

the excuse is paper-thin and neither of you bothers to pretend otherwise.

nanami rises slowly, turning to face you fully, his tall frame casting a shadow over you in the soft lamplight. his eyes do the same slow, solemn drag they did the week before, only heavier now, sharpened by seven long days of fighting the memory of your body.

he watches the way your nipples have already tightened under the thin fabric of your shirt, the subtle press of your thighs together like the ache between them is already building. his cock responds immediately, swelling thick and heavy inside his black jeans, the thick ridge becoming obvious as it presses against the denim. he’s sure a faint damp spot is beginning to form, but he does not try to hide it this time. he lets you see. lets the weight of his stare settle on you like a touch.

“the router is working fine,” he says, voice low and rough, carrying that same stern tone he always uses, like he is delivering a verdict in court rather than standing in your living room with a hard-on he cannot will away. “you know that as well as i do. why did you really call me over here?”

you swallow visibly, eyes flicking down to the clear outline of his cock straining against his jeans before rising back to his face.

your chest rises and falls with a heavier breath, lips parting slightly, but instead of answering you take one slow step back. then another. your hands move to the waistband of your sleep shorts, fingers hooking under the fabric, and you bend forward just enough to slide them down your legs in one smooth motion.

the shorts pool at your ankles and you step out of them, leaving you in nothing but a pair of grey lace panties with delicate pink ribbons threaded along the edges. the soft fabric clings to the curve of your pussy, the faint outline of your folds visible through the thin material, and nanami’s right leg twitches involuntarily, his cock jerking hard inside his jeans at the sight.

his brows draw together in a quick pretend of frown, serious expression tightening. “what are you doing?” he asks, voice dropping even lower, a clear warning threaded through the words. but you do not stop. your fingers catch the hem of your oversized t-shirt next, lifting it slowly, inch by inch, revealing the soft skin of your stomach, the delicate dip of your waist, the underside of your breasts.

you pull the shirt up and over your head, letting it drop to the floor beside the shorts, and now you stand there in only the grey lace panties, tits bare, nipples stiff in the cool air of the room. nanami’s breath catches, his hands flexing hard at his sides, the long fingers curling into fists as he fights the urge to reach for you.

he says your name then, low and rough, the syllables heavy with warning. “don’t.” but you only smile, small and soft and knowing, and continue. your thumbs hook into the waistband of the panties, sliding them down your hips with agonizing slowness, the lace catching briefly on the swell of your ass before you let them fall.

you step out of them completely, now fully naked in front of him, skin flushed warm under his heavy gaze. you walk toward him, bare feet quiet on the floor, hips swaying just enough to make your tits move softly with each step. when you are close enough that he can feel the heat radiating from your body, when his mouth opens to speak again, you lift one finger and press it gently to his lips, shushing him.

nanami lets out a small, broken sound, half whimper, half groan, the noise slipping out before he can stop it. his cock throbs visibly in his jeans, another bead of pre-cum soaking into the fabric as the tension coils tighter in the narrow space between your bodies.

he exhales shakily against your finger, eyes dark and conflicted, thick needy lines deepening on his face. “you’re a very young girl…” he trails off, voice rough and strained, the words carrying the weight of every reason he has been telling himself to stay away.

you pull your finger back just enough to speak, voice soft but steady. “i’m legal.”

“barely,” he counters immediately, the word clipped, his gaze dropping despite himself to the bare curve of your breasts, it taught him to squeeze on them and make you feel good, the soft swell of your hips, the smooth skin between your thighs where he can already see the faint shine of arousal. “you’re barely twenty-something. i’m more than twice your age. this… this is not appropriate.”

you tilt your head slightly, still standing naked and unashamed in front of him, the tension so thick it feels like the air itself has weight. “and yet you’re standing here with your cock so hard i can see it twitching through your jeans,” you murmur, eyes flicking down pointedly to the obvious bulge. “you’ve been avoiding me all week, nanami-san, but you still came over the second i knocked. tell me again how inappropriate this is.”

caught him red handed. fuck you.

he lets out another low groan, the sound vibrating in his chest, his hand coming up like he might push you away but instead hovering just above your waist, fingers trembling with restraint. “you have no idea what you’re asking for,” he says, voice quieter now, almost pained. “i’m not some young man who can just… give in without consequences. you deserve better than an older neighbor who can’t keep his eyes off you.”

the banter stretches, slow and heavy, every word laced with the electric pull between you. you step even closer, your bare breasts brushing the front of his white shirt, nipples dragging against the fabric, and nanami’s breath hitches sharply. “then why does it feel like you’ve been thinking about this as much as i have?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper. “why do you look at me like you want to bend me over every time we pass in the hall?”

his jaw clenches, the muscle ticking visibly, but his eyes stay locked on yours even as his cock continues to throb between you.

“because i do,” he admits finally, the words dragged out like they cost him something. “i want to. more than i should. but you’re young. barely out of college. and i’m… this.” he gestures vaguely at himself, the musty yet cleaned scent of his body stronger now with the heat rising off his skin, the faint sweat dampening the collar of his shirt. “a tired man who should know better.”

you smile again, softer this time, and reach up to trace one finger along the line of his jaw. “then stop fighting it for one night,” you whisper. “just let yourself have me. i want you, nanami. i’ve wanted you since the first time you fixed my router and looked at me like you were starving.”

the silence stretches again, thick and humming with tension, his breath coming heavier now, chest rising and falling against yours. his hand finally settles on your waist, large palm warm and slightly rough against your bare skin, thumb stroking once, slow and deliberate.

he does not pull you closer yet, but he does not push you away either. the battle is still there in his eyes, solemn and conflicted, but the hunger is winning, inch by aching inch, as the minutes tick by in the quiet room and his cock continues to strain painfully against his jeans, waiting for the moment his restraint finally gives out completely.

nanami’s hand tightens on your waist, fingers spanning wide enough to nearly wrap around the curve of it, and the last of his resistance crumbles like dry paper under the heat of your bare skin against his palm.

he exhales once, long and shaky, eyes still calculated but dark now with the kind of hunger he has been trying to bury for weeks, and then he is moving, guiding you backward until the backs of your knees hit the couch and you sink down onto the cushions. he follows without a word, dropping to his knees between your spread thighs like a man who has finally stopped pretending he can walk away.

his broad shoulders push your legs wider, the white button-up stretching tight across his chest as he leans in, breath hot against the inside of your thigh. he looks up at you one last time, jaw set, like he is giving you one final chance to tell him no, but you only slide your fingers into his neatly combed hair and tug him closer. that is all it takes.

his mouth finds your pussy like he has been starving for it, lips parting to drag a slow, broad stripe up your folds, tongue flat and heavy as he tastes you properly for the first time. the groan that vibrates out of his chest is low and rough, almost pained, because you are already soaked, slick coating his tongue in a way that makes his cock jerk hard inside his jeans.

he licks again, slower this time, savoring the way your thighs tremble on either side of his head, then seals his mouth around your clit and sucks gently, tongue flicking in tight little circles that have your back arching off the couch. one of his huge hands slides up your stomach, palm pressing flat just below your navel, and he pushes down with just enough pressure to make your pussy clench around nothing.

the size of his hand there is obscene, fingers spread wide so his pinky rests near the base of your ribs and his thumb brushes the top of your mound, the sheer scale of him against your smaller frame making everything feel tighter, hotter, more overwhelming.

nanami eats you out like he has all night and nothing else matters, tongue sliding deep between your folds before circling back up to your clit, sucking and licking in a rhythm that builds slow and relentless. his free hand grips your thigh, spreading you even wider, thumb digging into the soft flesh while he buries his face deeper, nose pressing against your mound as he drinks down every drop of you. the wet sounds fill the quiet room, wet and loud, his groans mixing with the slick slide of his tongue and the shaky breaths you keep letting out.

he keeps that steady pressure on your lower belly the whole time, palm rubbing slow circles that make your insides twist and flutter, the tummy bullying so deliberate it feels like he is trying to feel exactly where his mouth is working from the inside. your hips twitch, trying to ride his face, but he holds you down with that big hand, keeping you exactly where he wants you while he pushes you closer and closer to the edge.

when you come it hits hard and sudden, pussy pulsing against his tongue as your thighs clamp around his head and a broken moan spills out of you. nanami does not stop. he keeps licking you through it, slower now but just as thorough, tongue dragging over your oversensitive clit until your whole body jerks and you try to squirm away from the intensity.

he only presses his palm firmer against your stomach, holding you in place, the slight overstimulation making your eyes water and your voice crack on his name. “nanami…plea– fuck, it’s too much,” you whimper, but he just hums against you, the vibration sending another sharp spark through your core, and slides two thick fingers into your still-clenching pussy without warning. they stretch you wide, the size of them so much bigger than your own that you feel every knuckle, every ridge, as he curls them deep and starts pumping slow and steady.

he lifts his head just enough to watch his fingers disappear inside you, eyes dark and tempting, lips shiny with your slick. “look at how well you take them,” he murmurs, voice gravel-rough, the praise low and almost reverent as he presses down on your belly again with his other hand, feeling the way his fingers create a very faint bulge against your walls from the outside.

the pressure makes everything tighter, more intense, and you clench hard around him, another wave of overstimulation crashing through you while he keeps fingering you through the aftershocks. his thumb finds your clit, rubbing slow circles that have you shaking, the combination of his thick fingers stretching you open and the firm press on your tummy turning every breath into a broken little sob.

he does not rush. he just keeps working you, long fingers dragging along that perfect spot inside while his palm rubs steady circles on your stomach, bullying that soft lower belly until you are dripping down his wrist and whimpering his name like it will make it better than it already is.

only when your thighs are trembling uncontrollably and your pussy is fluttering helplessly around his fingers does he finally ease up, sliding them out slow and careful, bringing them to his mouth to lick clean with a low groan that makes your stomach flip.

he stays on his knees between your legs for a long moment, forehead resting against your thigh, breathing hard while his cock strains painfully against his jeans, the front of the fabric dark with pre-cum. when he finally looks up at you his eyes are still determined, still carrying that quiet conflict, but the hunger has won completely now, and the way he stares at your flushed, marked body makes it clear he is nowhere near done with you tonight.

nanami stays on his knees between your spread thighs for another long, heavy breath, forehead pressed to the soft skin just above your knee while his chest rises and falls like he is trying to steady something inside himself that already broke minutes ago. his fingers are still shiny with you, the faint scent of his skin mixed with the sharp sweetness of your pussy hanging thick in the air.

when he finally moves it is slow and deliberate, like every motion costs him something. he rises to his full height, towering over you on the couch, white button-up wrinkled and damp at the collar from the heat rolling off both of you. his hands, large and steady, slide under your thighs and around your back in one smooth motion, scooping you up off the cushions like you weigh nothing at all.

your legs wrap around his slim waist on instinct, heels digging into the firm muscle of his lower back, and the sudden shift leaves you gasping against his shoulder because he lifts you so easily, strong arms locking you against his chest while your bare pussy hovers right above the heavy bulge still trapped in his jeans.

he does not give you time to look down. one arm stays banded tight under your ass, holding your weight like it is effortless, while his free hand works between your bodies to unbuckle his belt with a quiet metallic clink. the zipper follows, the sound loud in the quiet room, and he shoves both jeans and briefs down just enough to free himself.

you feel the thick, heavy length spring up against your inner thigh, hot and velvet-smooth, the blunt mushroom head already slick and leaking. before you can even tilt your head to catch a glimpse he shifts you higher in his arms, pressing your back against the nearest wall for leverage, and uses that same free hand to guide the fat head of his cock right to your dripping entrance.

the broad tip nudges through your folds, rubbing slow and deliberate, coating himself in your slick while he watches your face with those solemn dark eyes, brows knitted tight like he is still fighting the last scraps of restraint.

“breathe,” he mutters, voice low and rough, the single word almost gentle even as his hips tilt forward. he helps you sink down, one thick inch at a time, the stretch burning so good it makes your jaw go slack and your eyes flutter half-shut.

he is big, thicker than anything you have taken, the veined shaft dragging along your walls as he lowers you steadily until your ass meets his hips and he is buried to the hilt. a quiet groan tears from his throat when he bottoms out, the sound vibrating through his chest into yours, and for a long second he just holds you there, letting you feel every inch of him pulsing deep inside your smaller body.

you’re pressed and folded in an awkward position, and it only makes the size difference feel more obscene, your soft curves dwarfed by his tall, solid frame.

nanami does not wait long. his hands grip your ass harder, fingers digging into the soft flesh, and he starts to move, lifting you up and dropping you back down onto his cock with controlled, powerful strokes that hammer into you deep enough to punch the air from your lungs. each thrust makes your whole body jolt in his arms, tits bouncing under nothing. bare and free for him to watch, back sliding against the wall while he fucks up into you like he has been imagining it for weeks.

his height towers over you completely, shoulders broad enough to block out the room, white shirt straining across his chest with every roll of his hips.

the mushroom head of his cock drags perfectly along that spot inside you on every downstroke, the sheer size of him making your belly bulge slightly every time he bottoms out, a faint outline visible under your skin if you looked down, but he keeps your face buried against his neck so you cannot.

he keeps that steady, punishing rhythm, hips snapping up hard while his arms hold you suspended like you are weightless, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing louder with every thrust. sweat beads along his hairline, dampening the collar of his shirt, and his breath comes in hot, measured pants against your ear.

“too big for you?” he asks, voice strained but still carrying that solemn edge, even as he grinds deep and holds you there for a heartbeat, letting you feel how completely he fills you.

your only answer is a broken moan and loled nod, nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt, legs tightening around his waist as another wave of overstimulation starts building fast. he does not slow down. he just keeps lifting and dropping you onto every thick inch, eyebrows still knitted in concentration, eyes flicking between your slack mouth and the way your body takes him so greedily.

his shirt keeps getting in the way, bunching up between both of you, so he shifts his grip, one hand sliding up to yank the fabric higher until it is completely off of him, exposing his sweaty chest completely to the cool air and your half-focused stare.

now there is nothing between you but sweat-slick skin and the relentless drag of his cock stretching you open. he leans in, mouth finding your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin while he hammers into you harder, the angle shifting so the head of his cock bullies that perfect spot with every upward thrust. your smaller frame jolts in his arms with each powerful stroke, pussy clenching tight around the thick length splitting you apart, and nanami groans low and deep, the sound rumbling through his chest as he feels you start to flutter around him again.

he keeps you pinned against the wall like that, towering over you, strong arms never tiring as he fucks you deep and steady, the size difference so stark it makes your head spin. every time he bottoms out his hips grind against your clit, the pressure on your lower belly from the inside making everything feel tighter, fuller, more overwhelming.

you are already close again, thighs shaking around his waist, voice cracking on his name, and nanami just holds you there, determined eyes locked on your face while he drives you closer to the edge with every heavy thrust, determined to feel you come around his cock before he lets himself follow.

nanami’s rhythm starts to falter just a little, hips snapping up with shorter, more desperate strokes while his breath comes hot and ragged against the side of your neck. he can feel it building fast, that tight coil low in his gut, his heavy balls drawing up tight and aching as your pussy flutters and squeezes around every thick inch of him.

but he refuses to let go first. he is older, more controlled, and right now that control means making sure you fall apart completely before he does.

with a low grunt he shifts his grip, one big hand sliding under your ass to tilt your hips forward while the other presses flat against your lower back, forcing your spine into a deep arch that pushes your pelvis out and opens you up even more obscenely. the new angle is nasty, almost cruel, your body folded and suspended in his arms so your clit grinds hard against the base of his cock on every upward thrust and the fat head of him drags directly into that spongy spot inside you at a brutal upward curve.

your legs dangle wider, heels kicking uselessly against his lower back, the sheer size difference making you feel like you are being split open and rearranged from the inside while he holds you like a toy.

he starts hammering into you with that filthy new angle, cock bullying that spot over and over until your eyes roll back and broken sobs start spilling from your slack mouth.

the overstimulation crashes in hard and fast, your already sensitive pussy clenching and spasming around him while tears prick at the corners of your eyes and start to slip down your flushed cheeks.

your hand flies down between your bodies on instinct, palm pushing weakly at his lower stomach like you can stop the relentless drag of his cock, fingers scrabbling against the damp fabric of his white shirt. nanami’s eyes narrow, jaw tightening, and he leans in close, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he hisses the words low and dark, “do that again and i’ll fucking hurt you good.”

the threat hits you like a live wire. your whole body seizes, a choked cry tearing from your throat, and then you are squirting hard around his cock, hot fluid gushing out in messy pulses that soak his jeans, drip down his balls, and splatter onto the floor beneath you.

nanami groans deep and filthy at the feeling, the wet heat flooding around him making his cock twitch violently inside you. he does not slow down. if anything he fucks you harder, hips snapping up with wet, punishing slaps while his free hand slides between your bodies and starts tracing tight, relentless infinity signs over your swollen clit with two thick fingers. the pressure is mean and perfect, circling and dragging in that figure-eight pattern while he keeps pounding into that nasty folded angle, cock bullying your g-spot and his fingers never letting up on your overstimulated clit.

“i know, baby, i know,” he rasps against your ear, voice hoarse and strained, the words almost soothing even as he wrecks you. “you can take it. just let it happen.” your legs shake violently around his waist, tears streaming freely now, little hiccuping sobs mixing with the wet squelch of your pussy taking every brutal thrust.

nanami keeps that freaky rhythm going, hips rolling deep, fingers drawing those endless infinity loops over your clit until your vision whites out and another shattering orgasm rips through you, pussy clamping down so hard it almost forces him out. he hisses through his teeth, sweat dripping from his brow onto your chest, but he powers through it, fucking you straight through the peak and into the trembling aftershocks.

his own control finally snaps. his balls tighten almost painfully, cock swelling even thicker inside your fluttering walls as he buries himself to the hilt one last time, grinding deep while thick, hot ropes of cum flood you. he comes with a low, broken groan that vibrates through his chest, pulsing hard and endless, filling you so full that it starts leaking out around his cock in creamy white streaks every time he gives one last shallow thrust.

the mess is everywhere, your squirt and his cum dripping down your thighs, soaking the front of his jeans and pooling on the floor, the obscene wet sounds slowly fading as he keeps you pinned against the wall, still buried deep, both of you heaving for air.

nanami’s forehead drops to your shoulder, breathing hard, the last energy well spent, showing of with both of your sweat-soaked body mixing with the sharp smell of sex filling the room. his arms stay locked around you, holding your smaller frame effortlessly even as his cock twitches with the last weak spurts inside you.

for a long moment the only sounds are your shaky sobs and his ragged breathing, bodies trembling together in the aftermath, messy and spent and still connected. he does not pull out yet. he just keeps you there, suspended in his arms, the quiet weight of everything that just happened settling heavy between you while his cum continues to leak slowly out around where he is still buried deep.

nanami stays buried inside you for what feels like forever, thick cock still twitching with the last lazy pulses while warm cum slowly leaks out around where your bodies are joined, dripping down your thighs and onto the floor in messy little trails.

your legs are still wrapped around his waist, trembling, heels digging weakly into his lower back like you cannot quite let go yet, and he keeps holding you up without any effort, strong arms locked under your ass, keeping your smaller frame suspended against the wall like it is the most natural thing in the world. your shaky little sobs eventually quiet into soft, hiccuping breaths, tears drying on your cheeks, but the overstimulation still makes your pussy flutter weakly around him every few seconds, milking out another thin trickle of his cum.

finally he shifts, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he carefully pulls out, the wet sound loud and obscene in the quiet room.

a thick glob of his cum follows immediately, sliding out of your swollen, puffy pussy and running down to join the mess already pooled beneath you. he lowers you gently until your feet touch the floor, but your legs are too shaky to hold you, so he keeps one arm banded around your waist, steadying you against his chest while his other hand tucks himself back into his briefs and jeans with a quiet zip.

the white button-up is wrinkled and damp with sweat when he puts it back on, black jeans dark at the front from your squirt, but he still looks put-together in that quiet, solemn way of his, even now.

he does not say anything at first. just looks down at you with those dark, heavy eyes, thumb brushing slow circles on your bare hip like he cannot quite stop touching you. then he exhales, long and tired, and rests his forehead against yours for a brief second.

“this…” his voice comes out rough, low, almost reluctant. “this can’t happen again.”

the words hang between you, simple and final, even as his hand lingers on your skin and his cum continues to drip slowly down the inside of your thigh.

he presses one last, almost gentle kiss to your temple, the kind of kiss that feels heavier than any promise, before he steps back. his fingers flex once at his sides like he is fighting the urge to pull you close again, then he turns toward the door, shoulders straight, footsteps quiet on the floor.

“get some rest,” he murmurs without looking back, the manly scent of him still clinging to your skin. “and… call the building manager about the router next time.”

the door clicks shut behind him, leaving you standing there naked and trembling in the middle of your living room, thighs sticky, pussy aching and full of him, the quiet weight of what just happened settling deep in your chest. you know he means it. you also know, deep down, that neither of you really believes it.

Ugh, you’re rolling your eyes at that mischievous little heart placed at the end of his text. It was absolutely embarrassing how that was enough to have a tiny squeal slipping through your lips involuntarily. Calling you flirty nicknames, flashing winks your way, lingering his hands just slightly whenever he helped carry your groceries upstairs - Toji did everything. 

You find yourself giving your reflection a slow one-over in your phone camera - just in case. Before padding eagerly down the treacherous pathway that carried you out of your apartment and along the five steps down the corridor to your neighbor’s door. 

Heaving out a shaky breath, you knock.

And Toji Fushiguro never made you wait. He never had you standing in the hallway for more than two seconds before that heavy wooden door swings open…almost as if he’d been suspiciously standing by for this.

“Took ya long enough. Heh, I was beginning to think you almost wanted me to have it, doll.”

Oh.

Oh.

Shit, you should’ve known - and it takes every ounce of will in your body to keep your gaze locked with the forest-green eyes sweeping down the expanse of your figure. Greedily. 

Because Toji was showing off what looked like miles upon miles of slightly-tanned, bulging muscles that were just about seconds away from ripping straight through the thin, white undershirt that stuck to him like a second skin. Molding to every curve and dip down, down, down- 

It’s not something new exactly, and if there was one thing you’d learned during your time here, it was that your eccentric neighbor wasn’t shy to show skin.

Especially around you. 

In one hand was grasped the soft fabric of your cotton shorts, swallowed up by his thick digits. The other propping up on top of the door to flex his strong biceps in a way that makes you gulp. 

You notice with a jolt that Toji’s pinkish tongue briefly peaks out to swipe over that sinful scar sitting prettily at the very edge of his smug smirk. Moving to hum cockily, “Cat got yer tongue?”

He knew what he was doing. 

God, this was already shameful enough without him making it worse. You were only grateful that so far you’d been called over for only a few sundresses and t-shirts - nothing scandalous, yet. 

“No-” you’re mumbling out. Trying oh-so-hard to not let your eyes flicker to the too-tight strain of his boxers around his thick thighs. Failing. “Just wondering how you probably need those shorts more than me, anyway.”

He didn’t - in fact, you’d prefer him without one.

A fat thumb of his finds its way to the hem of his boxers, tugging down so tantalizingly slightly to give you a sexy flash of skin. Lined with a sharp hipbone, and a dark happy trail - “S’that your way of tellin’ me you want me out of this, ma?”

“You wish, pervert.” You try to swipe at your shorts, only for Toji to dangle it far, far away from you. “I just meant those b-boxers look like they’ve seen better days. Years, even.” 

“Hah?” Toji’s dragging out mockingly, leaning his broad shoulders against the doorframe. He’s crossing his hands, letting your sight be obscured by the display of his strong, rippling forearms. So close now that you feel his breath fan your face, could smell every waft of his cinnamony masculine scent. Grin only widening, “M’being nice enough to take the time outta my day to hand over your cute lil’ pieces of laundry and this is how ya talk to me? I have better things to do, y’know.”

Huffing, you’re ready with a quick apology on the very tip of your tongue to get this over with as soon as possible. That is, before-

“He’s lying.”

Both of you snap your heads down towards the direction of the sullen, deadpanning voice. And you already know by the wearied sigh at the end who it belongs to. 

“Why, hello there, Megs-” you’re smiling, reaching out to ruffle those spikes of black hair that’d magically manifested beside the door. Ignoring Toji’s affronted grunts of “he never lets me do that.”

“He’s lying, y’know.” Megumi blinks his eyes up at you, and you silently wonder just how it was possible for a six-year-old to look like he’s seen all the horrors of the world already. He’s ruthless. Pointing a sharp, accusatory finger up at his father, “He doesn’t have better things to do. He’s been giggling disgustingly to himself in front of the door for the past-”

“That’s enough- why don’t you get some homework done, my son.” Toji’s clapping his hand immediately over Megumi’s mouth, wrangling his tiny, thrashing body over one shoulder before briefly disappearing inside. 

“Just tell her!”

“I’m taking your iPad time away!”

It’s just about all that you hear from inside before he makes his appearance again - shaggy, black tresses now disheveled, high cheekbones flushed, and from the corner of your very obvious staring you notice a pearly bead of sweat disappear between his cushiony pecs. Though, your eyes follow, you didn’t mind…

“Tch- kids these days, right?” he’s gasping in a few hurried lungfuls. Planting the shorts into your open palms, his calloused pads linger on your hand. “S-so uh, I take that the dryer’s not working, yet?”

You’re sighing, rubbing your fingers over your throbbing temples. “Yeah, I told Higuruma- our landlord to look at it, but he’s still on that business trip and won’t be back for a while. Sorry about all this, Toji.”

“Please-” he’s waving. “You worry your pretty lil’ head too much, it’s not like m’complaining now. Am I?”

“Yeah but-”

“Besides. Why don’t I take a look at it?”

“What?” your brows scrunch together, and the thought of Toji being inside your home made your words tremble ever-so-slightly with- anticipation? Excitement? Want? Whatever it was, it made his dark brows raise, and you’re sure you had an utterly unexplainable look on your face right now. “Do you even know how to?”

He’s scoffing, eyes rolling at you with practice. “Asking me if I know how to fix shit- of course, I fuckin’ know how to fix a dryer. Probably better than ol’ clipboard Higuruma himself. You need to be taken care of, y’know.”

And, yes, that might be so - but more than that came the idea that Toji had to enter your home to do so. You couldn’t help but think of something else. Making you mutter out a heated, “I’ll…consider it.”

He smiles a smug smile, a tiny dimple digging into the very end of his cheek. “Tha’s what I like to hear, ma.”

The very second that door shuts, you’re rushing back to your own apartment. Shorts clutched to your thumping heartbeat and thighs slightly weaker than they were just a few minutes ago. Slightly…hotter. Ready to scramble back into your bedroom and create just a bit more laundry for tomorrow. 

And only a few seconds later does Toji find himself doing the most pathetic fistbump behind closed doors. The beginnings of a sleazy smile on the very edges of his lips. 

“Smooth, dad.”

“Now I’m serious about no iPad-”

Megumi’s running back into his room before that rasping threat has even left Toji’s predictable lips. Grumbling, he’s making his way to that godforsaken frog-cased iPad cushioned in the middle of the sofa, possibly to hide it away for a few hours.

And then, he sees it. 

Now, one of the very reasons that Toji had rented this apartment in the first place was for that idyllic skyline winking up from over his balcony. Towering buildings, flashing lights, all overlooking his living room couch - which, unfortunately for him - or, well, fortunately more like - just-so-happened to be positioned right next to your own balcony lined with laundry. 

So it wasn’t exactly a surprise for him to catch a fluttering piece of cotton or ratty sleep shirt of yours for him to tease about later. 

With a sigh at the flashing piece of fabric, he’s shuttering the sliding window open - ready to call your pretty self over again before-

“Shit.” Toji hisses, deep baritone wavering. His brows are raising down at the stray cloth, prominent Adam’s apple bobbing with a gulp. You really wear this type of shit? Well, he shouldn’t exactly be surprised but…

But this?

Because wrapped easily around his long fingers was a pair of pretty, pretty lace panties. Panties. All pink and see-through enough that Toji thinks he could see his own fingerprints through that flimsy excuse of underwear. 

All of a sudden…his hands mindlessly raise up, up, up - mere inches away from his nose when…fuck.

“Damn, woman.” he’s spitting, snapping back to his senses. Ignoring the tightening in his pants to speedwalk his hasty way over to his bedroom in search of his phone. Just a few clicks away from texting you- “Gonna be the fuckin’ death of me I swear-”

And, see, Toji Fushiguro isn’t the type to stutter. 

He isn’t the pathetic type to let anyone else’s voice shoot a bolt of electricity down his spine - to choke right in the middle of his sentence. 

But, you always did throw him off, didn’t you?

Because he’s letting his maw slack open in a sharp gasp- no, shudder at the muffled, drawling sound from beyond the walls. Fingers loosening around his phone in sheer shock when he snaps his head towards his shared wall where your bedroom was. 

Where he could hear your honeyed voice. Moaning. 

And Toji gulps…before locking the door to his bedroom.

Like an animal, he’s immediately sneaking up to press his greedy ear against the wall where it was emanating from. Aching for every tiny gasp and whine, he could just imagine the way you were splayed out across your plush mattress, fingers buried deep.

So cute.

“Please- it feels s-so good.” Comes your cute mewl, followed by the buzzing vrrrr—! of what he assumes to be that hot pink rose toy of yours that’d accidentally gotten delivered to his address last week. And Toji almost snickers.

“F-fuck-” he breathes out shakily. Unabashedly listening for more, more, more- “Ya can’t be serious- what a treat.”

And Toji knows he should be the bigger person and stop listening, he knows he should ignore the sultry way your trembling moans were sending shockwaves down to his tight boxers. But he can’t.

“Ngh- r-right there-” you’re whimpering, and Toji tuts at the way he could’ve found your sweet spots much earlier. “-yeah- hah- jus’ a little more- Toji-”

His phone clatters! to the ground.

Did you just say…his name?

“Fuck-” One massive hand of his comes down to clap over his jaw-dropped mouth, biting back an answering moan coming from something dangerously dark, primal from inside his heaving chest. 

Shit, he can’t breathe - he can’t even think right now because every drop of blood in Toji’s entire body was sprinting down to his heavy cock smacking down his thigh. Rock-hard. Angry. Just twitching when your voice repeats his name louder. 

“Toji—!”

Ah, there it was again. And with it, he can feel every shred of his sanity being thrown away. Only once- twice was enough to get Toji addicted. To have his melty mind yearning to hear it again. And again. And again and again and-

Toji feels pathetic. 

Like some hormone-hazed, younger version of himself when his hands frantically fumble their way to hook into the elastic band of his boxers. Feeling absolutely zero guilt when he tugs-

Toji was hard. Painfully, furiously hard just from the mere sound of your voice. Swollen and sobbing. It was enough to have his fat, strawberry-pink tip smack! against his toned abs, smearing down a wet glissade of precum that makes him hiss. All but drooling at the scratch of your panties being wrapped delicately around his sensitive shaft. 

“Oh god.” he’s breathing out, thumbing over a wet glide on the bawling divot of his swollen head. It’s pooling like a translucent little puddle, wet enough that those pearlescent beads gloss a wet trail all the way down to his wrist. And he’s popping the salted-caramel digit into his mouth. “Wh-who the fuck do ya think you are ta get me this hard, ma?”

The fat curve of his thumb latches on to plug up the very ends of his cock, stopping himself from wasting a single precious drop before listening.

For anything.

“C-c’mon–” Toji lets his heavy body lean against the wall after a few more sloppy squelches that pull from your saturated cunt. He could already hear how dripping wet you were. How needy. “Wanna hear your hah- pretty lips talk-”

Toji’s sinking his sharp canines onto his lower lip to hold back a groan. Because as much as he loved to hear himself talk - hearing you moan was worth more than anything. Even if it cost him his rationality to quieten down. Please- 

Ah, his prayers are answered.

Because the wall slightly jitters with your vibrating voice once more. “Oh- sh-shit it feels so good-”

“Heheh, does it?” he’s grunting, drawing a slow wetness of swirls on the underside of his slit. Hard enough to send him seeing stars. “Tell me- t-tell me more, ma.”

And could you read his mind?

Because whatever’s left of it certainly seems to think so at the way that no sooner are the words spilling from his babbling lips that you’re feeding his blessed ears with a few more syrupy sweet whines. And Toji shivers when he hears the creak of your bed.

Damn…he could make it break. He’s sure. 

The thought is enough to send his hips rutting into his fist, furiously fucking up into it like he was angry. Like he wishes he could do with you-

“O-oh-” Toji gasps out a hot, condensed breath feeling the slight massage of your thin panties at his twitchy balls. He’s unsteadily picking its sticky cloth apart to press it even deeper into the drenched tufts of black at his hilt, down every thumping vein that’s lightning-bolted down his length. “This thing b-barely even wraps around my cock, doll.”

He’s hot. So, so hot. Latching onto the hem of his undershirt with his teeth to swipe across his sensitive nipples. 

Burning.

And, really, he didn’t know what was worse for his poor self - your noises from just the other room, or the way your panties felt so good down his cock in this one. 

“Good fuckin’ girl.” He twirls your panties around his fat hilt, meshing against the creamy pink at his hefty base. Fucking it up, up, up with pound after pound that half-leaves the poor thing in tatters. Well, he sure hoped you didn’t like this pair too much. “Probably so fuckin’ oh- wet now, huh? Did I do that? Didn’t know you were s-such a slut f’me.”

Every slobbering drag down his length has Toji’s dark brows knitting together. Back and forth back and forth back and- So hard. 

So hot and heavy. He could barely catch his breath, sweat perspires across his forehead, and Toji could almost taste the metallic tang of blood when he’s holding back every rasping ah! ah! ah! just to hear your voice. 

It was agonizing. 

And he couldn’t help but imagine the way you were probably toying your tired fingers over your clit - the way you’d probably be so shy at how he could so clearly hear you. Killing Toji that it was the only thing he could do.

SLAM!

“Shit-” Toji’s snapping his head up at the mindless way his free hand had come smashing down onto the nearby drawer for any shred of balance. Sharp ears searching desperately for any sign that you’d heard-

“Ngh- yes- jus’ a bit more-”

He breathes out a guilty sigh of relief when the saturated slurps of your cunt only continue. Filling his mind sloppily like his favorite song. Gulping in a harsh wad of saliva before spitting a thick stream right onto the very edge of his plump, reddish head. His hulking body wracks with a violent shudder as it drip! drip! drips down every tender spot on his swollen cock. Beading down to cover his heavy balls in a thin sheen of spit. 

“Look what you’ve done.” he’s spitting. Other hand coming down to rub lazy, massaging circles around his bulbous, cum-filled sacks. The sheer stimulation enough to have his head lolling drunkenly against the wall.

“M’so close-” Your voice only makes Toji fuck into his hand even harder - if only it was you. You, you, you - the only thing playing around his currently stupid mind. “-g-gonna cum ah-”

That makes him bawl out another furious wave of precum staining your panties see-through, glinting with every flutter down his raw cock. Faster. It was building and building up so close-

“C-close already?” he’s snickering, bending at the knees with how weak he was. Toji’s biceps flex and and ache with just how wildly he was fucking up into his fist, abs rippling with each wild buck. He half-wonders if he’d be able to see that pretty frilly pattern of your panties imprinted on his cock the next day. Over and over- “I woulda m-made you cum sooner.”

Would your beautiful eyes roll to the very back of your head when you did?

Would you beg him to cum, too? To fill you up. To breed you. Shit, that had his hefty shaft twitch in his hands, electricity flashing behind Toji’s eyes. 

Would you moan his name - oh, please moan his name.

“P-please-” Toji finds himself gasping, and his entire body was hunched over now. Pathetic. Waiting for any second that you’d reach your high - he was a gentleman, after all. “Cum f’me- ah fuck fuck fuck-” Twiddling a manicured thumb in a slow line underneath his sensitive slit, it was making him moan so dangerously loud. “-please- cum on this fuckin’ cock, ma.”

“Fuck! Toji-” Comes your yelp, and it makes his mouth water. Breath held in a choked-up gasp in his puffing chest, “-m’cumming.”

He could see it already - just how pretty you’d look with your head thrown back and your back arching into his cock when you finally reach your high. 

Now, Toji doesn’t know what overtook him to drag those drenched panties up to his face - to press it thoroughly against his nose and smell your essence. Breathing it in. drinking it in. But he can’t pretend like he hadn’t imagined it many, many times before. 

And it makes him cum 

It makes him shudder with a heavy puff of air, once. Twice. Before dumping and dumping out stringy wads of seed until your soft panties were soaked.

“Oh shit- shit shit shit-” he spews out a slurring slew of profanities, painfully hard cock bursting at the end with wet splatters of cum. So much of it. It’s making such a filthy mess that he almost feels guilty. 

Jaw clenching when he’s forced to part with your panties with a pained gruff, sliding it along his thoroughly coated cock. Hi cum seeps through the fabric and into a milky puddle that pools at his wrist, dripping down a milky sheen across his skin. 

“Mmpf–” his mouth salivates. A low, disappointed scoff bursting at the back of his throat when your own obscene noises quieten down. He missed you already. Dewy eyes veering to the back of his head, he’s only wondering how much prettier these would look on you. Still as ruined. “You’d be lucky to get these fuckin’ panties back, woman.”

Bzzt–! 

From its discarded place on the floor, he can read the notification flashing across the phone screen.

Cutie-next-door: I’ve decided - can you come by tomorrow to fix the dryer, pleeeease?

---

“-ah, ya see when this vent is clogged s’gonna stop working. And so what you hafta do is-”

You weren’t listening.

You couldn’t.

Because Toji Fushiguro was sprawled out across your cramped kitchen - completely shirtless.

You had half the mind to turn him away after he’d knocked on your door with absolutely no sign of any upperwear - that sleazy grin plastered all over his face begging the answer to whether this was on purpose. To tease you. “Can move better this way” your ass. 

But the thought of having even more of your laundry fly away, forcing you to potentially face this very same display multiple times is what had you opening your front door wider to let him inside. 

No matter how much you would’ve appreciated the view…

And so here you were, squirming in one corner of the kitchen while Toji worked on your dryer. Sweat sheening down his swole muscles, disappearing in tempting beads down underneath his low-hanging pants. Slight smears of grease decorate his pecs, and you have to cross your arms to stop yourself from thumbing them away. He was so handy. 

Shit, this was why you’d dolled-up just a bit more than usual. He was so-

“-doll? Doll.”

“Uh-” you’re yelping, blinking your eyes back up to meet an extraordinarily smug smirk now directed at you. “W-what were you saying?”

“Heh, I was saying you should take a picture, it’ll last longer.” he titters with a slight rumble, tools clinking when he’s taking off his bulky gloves. “Ya can enjoy the view later, but I was askin’ if ya had anything to dry right now to test this piece of junk.”

Urgently, you’re looking towards your empty laundry basket. “Sorry, seems that I dried them all out yesterday.”

“No pressure, besides-” You can only watch when he shuffles a hand inside one of his curiously bulging pant pockets. “-I came prepared.”

“Wh-wha- where did you get that?” 

Because held so daintily within Toji’s cocky clutches, dangled one of your missing pairs of panties. They looked recently washed, and you’re reaching with a yelp for it. Falling onto your knees to match his seated position - which, obviously didn’t mean he’d hand it over. 

Why would he? This was Toji Fushiguro. 

He only throws them into your dryer, before closing the door with a dark snicker, “More like why let them fly their merry way over to my balcony again. Honestly- you call me the tease but look who’s talking.”

“You’re saying I’m the tease?” you shrill. The embarrassment was getting to you now - it was overconsuming you - and if the leering smirk on Toji’s face was anything to go by, you were sure that it was visible. 

“If the shoe- or, well, panties fit.”

He was so cocky about his stupid lil’ joke. 

You stab a rude finger right between the valley of his pecs, copping a feel of the velvety smooth skin. “Sh-shut up, if you want to talk about a tease then let’s talk about who showed up to fix a dryer shirtless.”

“Part of the outfit.” he shrugs. Tilting his head up at you, and shit, it finally hits you how precariously close you two are right now. Toji’s splayed out on your cool kitchen tile, while you’re straddling his slender waist with jittery legs, pressed up against the heated proximity of his unfairly shirtless body. Chest-to-chest. “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy the view, little miss had-a-fun-time-yesterday.”

You blink, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

But in true Toji fashion, the closest to an answer you get is a large hand attaching roughly onto your waist. Jostling your body close enough for him to breathe out in a feverish chuckle - hot, and purposeful against your ear. “The walls are thin. Just sayin’.”

Oh.

Oh, shit. 

You knew exactly what he was talking about - and so did he. 

“...I heard you, too, y’know.”

Ah, you can now live your life happily knowing that you managed to make the ever-confident Toji gasp. You managed to make him part his lips in a slight gape, green eyes glinting with a hint of something dangerous as they widen. His sensory digits pinch at your hips. 

“You mean-”

“Yes.”

Uncharacteristically, Toji takes a few gulping seconds to find his voice. And when he does - the very sound is enough to send shivers down your spine and make you wonder for a split-second whether this was really him. Hoarse, pained when he muses, “You heard me and still continued?”

Instantly, you’re trying to form excuses. “No! I mean- yes. It’s just that…”

“Heh, cute. You continued because of me- didn’t ya?”

Your jaw drops in shock, now a slightly defensive tone bleeding in with the embarrassment of your actions. “I-I mean I was doing- it- just fine before I heard you.”

Toji cocks his head, and only says one thing - “Prove it.”

.

.

.

“T-Toji this is embarrassing-”

But oh, all that Toji was wondering was whether he’d knocked his head on that goddamn dryer and gone to heaven already. 

Because splayed out for all his pleasure on the cushiony bed was you - quivering legs straddled wide open, your back arched in such a delicious curve that makes his mouth water. Your silken sheets were disheveled and sloppy enough that you’d have to pray the dryer works now. Glistening cunt winking down at him eagerly, just begging him in cute, slurring squelches after every buzzing push of your vibrator.

And Toji? Seated right underneath your cute cunt - hovering mere inches away from sitting on his cocky smirk. 

All he’d been imagining. As gorgeous as how he’d imagined you yesterday- no, even more so.

Toji’s leering up at you, muscular thighs manspreading even more to show off his furiously hard erection. “Shhh sh sh-” Toji hums, eyes unwavering from right between your legs. “She’s the one talkin’ to me right now, doll.”

And surely enough, it’s almost like he’s having a conversation with your pussy. Nodding and drunkenly humming along to every slurp that resounds across the heady room. “Tha’s right, make her- make her even wetter for me.”

He’s letting loose his long pinkish tongue to catch the drops of your sweet, sweet juices that slide down his throat. 

His breath is so steaming hot against your cunt. Feverish. You huff out a dragged-out whine, kissing up your plump clit with the very edge of your rose toy. Just barely teasing the sensitive hood, “B-but I need you so-”

“Now now, what did I say?” he tuts away your stubborn moans easily. And you’re gazing over your shoulder upon the utterly unapologetic grin that falls across Toji’s face when he tugs down his own pants to flash you with the fat, rotund curve of his ruddied tip. Curling his fingers over the very top, “You don’t need me, remember- Let that pretty pussy talk with me or all you’re gonna do is watch.”

Except now you didn’t think you could talk even if you wanted to.

Your eyes are glazing over with a fresh wall of need when they fall greedily upon the peaking sight of Toji’s fat cock. So massive that it makes your jaw slip open, your cunt gushing out in a few gushes of slick. 

“Oh shit- shit-” his eyes widen at the sight, so thoroughly honed in. Almost as if he doesn’t even realize he’s speaking to you. Doesn’t even know. And a few ringing squelches is all it takes for him to throw his head back with a groan. “That got ya wet, ma, didn’t it? Made your cute ngh- c-cunt happy?”

“Yes-” you’re gasping, winking away the overstimulated tears in your eyes. “B-but I want you-”

“Tell me exactly  what you want, doll.”

So bossy, you want to snap back. 

But right now you’re too hypnotized by the slutty sight of him to say a word. The way he seemed so ruined. That you can’t help but whimper, “I want you to hah- make me cum.”

And it’s just a split-second later when his brawny arms come wrapping around your jittery waist, hauling you over like some glorified rag doll to seat your fatigued legs down. Your dripping cunt meeting his mouth in a sultry, sultry French kiss. 

He doesn’t waste a second longer - almost as if beating himself up for all the time wasted - before dragging his tongue to open your presoaked folds. Swirling so hotly to smear them out across his lips, Toji dredges his raised scar across your most tender spots and moans. 

Sweet.

So sweet.

“This- this fuckin’ delicious?” He sounded like he was losing his mind, swatting aside your hand. “Move that fuckin’ hand. Y-you were- you were holding out on this? Could eat this cute cunt all the time- could marry ya-”

Proposing and proposing and kissing-

He latches down his glistening canines around your clit and pinches, almost as if a little punishment. And you could practically see the delight lighting up his dark eyes when your cunt slowly grows even more drenched. Little masochist, he’s thinking. 

You yelp when without any sort of warning his cheeks hollow out in a sudden suck at your sensitive nub, swirling his tongue over it. “H-how’s that feel?” he giggles - giggles. “Better than your imagination or what?”

It already was. 

But you couldn’t let his ego expand anymore than it already has, so the only thing you’re managing to do is trap a few sweat-dampened locks of his hair and drag your slobbering cunt down Toji’s mean mouth. Partly because you needed it, partly because you needed him to shut up. 

Choking out, “D-don’t get so full of yourself, Toji–”

“Full of myself?” he’s chuckling - face smeared with a translucent mask of glistening slick that told you exactly why he should be full of himself. It glosses over his curled lips and drips down Toji’s sharp jawline. “Full of myself? Gimme that-”

Instantly, your till buzzing vibrator is being snatched meanly out of your hands. “S’this what ya want, instead, ma?”

Toji didn’t expect an answer.

And you can’t give him one.

Because that furiously jittery probe is being bullied right between your puffy pussy lips, licking a languid line down the edge of your sloppy hole. Before he’s bullying the long end inside your eager entrance-

“Does it feel good?” he’s taunting. Sinking down onto your clit and pulling. “Oh yeah- feels great. Doesn’t it?”

But it’s such a mouthful that sputtered out into your clit. The vibrations of white-hot pleasure making your spine bow like such a slut into Toji’s ravenous mouth. And your jaw slack open in the most strained of whines, “Y-yeah feels so-mmpf-”

Immediately, your mouth is being firmly shut closed with one of Toji’s mountainous palms, and he snickers. Giving you pretty lil’ cunt a pat that has splatters of slick speckling all the way to his lips - ones that he gladly licks up. And then some at the remnant excess all over your thighs. “I was talking to her.”

“Y-you’re so mean.”

At this, he pulls back and blows a heated gust of air against your puckered hole. “And you’re fucking drenched.” That spearing bullet is lodged firmly against a few tenderized sweet spots that make you keen. “And she’s saying…s’not enough.”

You were sure he was talking for himself. 

Or…was he? 

Honestly, you don’t even know - you didn’t even realize what you were missing until the fat girths of Toji’s digits shove their filthy way into your narrow opening. Already so stuffed, yet, he’s scissoring aside the vibrator into the gooey depths of your walls. 

Either you could take him or he’ll make space. 

Whistling out in awe, “Dontcha think this feels muuuch better?” As if to whittle out another one of your syrupy sweet noises, you’re being gifted with another sopping wet thwack! against the ready nub of your clit. Before Toji wraps his scarred lips around it and sucks. “Look- she’s even fuckin’ wetter.”

You didn’t even have to see to be able to know - because you could hear. 

Toji was steadily pummeling your cunt with the most staggering smashes of the rounded curves of his fingertips into your sweetest spots. Jostling the vibrator inside, knuckles smashing it with friction to rub up against your constricting walls. 

Honestly, it was just so much. You felt stuffed. 

“F-feels like m’gonna explode.” you mewl at the heady thump! thump! thump! shuddering all across your body - and you didn’t know whether it was because of the thundering pulse in your ears, because of the way Toji’s fingers were crashing and thrusting against your tender g-spot. His neatly cut fingernails glide soaking wet grazes over and over in a sloppy staccato. “Ah! Right there, it f-feels so good-”

“Tch, you think I don’t know?” Toji’s rolling his eyes, muttering his words into your sopping slit. His free hand comes slamming down in a harsh smack! against your ass to make you lug against his face faster. “Ride yourself on me, ma.”

You stumble through it - yearning for more. 

“Faster.”

“I-I’m trying.’”

But it wasn’t enough. Obviously. 

And Toji’s impatiently revolving one hand around the curve of your waist to make you press down hard in the most sultry gyrations. Around and around it had him hypnotized. “Not tryin’ hard ‘nough. Cuz this pretty lady h-here’s just crying to cum, doll. Ya hear her?”

How could you not?

It’s all that you replay in your mind. Accompanied with a shot ngh ngh ngh that was curdling at the very back of Toji’s throat. Whispered into every graze of his tongue down your slit, you took a quick glance backwards to catch the way that he was properly fucking his fist now. 

Long, thorough drags down his achy cock to bead out wet sloshes of precum. Only getting faster. Sloppier. Red and angry-

“Shit.” you’re whimpering, hands steadying on either side of his bulging deltoids. It felt like your very bones were rattling along with the vibrator. Nails digging in to the muscle, “I th-think m’close- think m’gonna-”

And oh Toji’s eyes stray to the back of his head at how reminiscent this was of just yesterday. Snickering a heavy, “You ‘think’? I know she’s so fuckin’ close. Can feel her. Isn’t she? Gonna cum? Gonna make a ngh- mess on me, is she?”

Answeringly, he’s leaving another few smacks! on your mound that have your gooey walls fluttering, the double penetration of both the buzzing bullet and his fingers too much. Too close. You feel every delicate bundle of your nerves exasperate. 

And it’s impossible not to mumble out drunkenly - embarrassingly. “Sh-she is.”

It’s so rough.

Both your release and the way that Toji was fucking you through it - because the very moment he hears your breath hitch in a saturated manner similar to last time, he’s tugging out your buzzing vibrator and toppling it somewhere over the bed. Replacing it with every long inch of his heated tongue- 

Like hell he’d have you cumming on some damn plastic before his tongue.

“Shit- it feels so-” Barely managing to formulate the words into coherent syllables. Your body convulses when he swiftly pecks your pretty clit with the rose toy instead. “-so good- ngh! M’cumming m’cumming ah-”

Toji’s fucking you through your high with the double stimulation of his fingers and his tongues spreading open your snug insides mercilessly. Ruthlessly. Wave upon wave of pleasure that had your toes curling, vision flashing white. Sensitive pussy dredging up from the very bottom of his sharp chin all the way up to his button nose. 

It’s adorable how tired you were already, already huffing and puffing for breath. He could almost laugh if he didn’t have a mouthful already.

“Yeah tha’s right-” he slurps, more than talks. Thick digits curling tight and thumbing over his twitchy divot to wall up that velvety wisp of cum from escape. Leaving kiss after kiss to have your drooling cunt ride his sexy features faster. “-give it t’me.” Greedy. “Give it alllll to me.”

But even that didn’t seem like enough.

Because even after your aggressive orgasm was petering out into mere tingles at your quivering pussy, even after he’d slurped up every tiny drop of your honeyed juices - Toji Fushiguro was starved. 

So completely ravenous when he speaks, “I think…she’s sayin she wants ta squirt, doll.”

“Wh-what?” you’re breathing - you didn’t even know if that was possible.

With a surprising amount of gentleness, Toji’s placing you to sit all prettily on his spread legs. Just slobbering your pussy lips in an innocent smooch over his hardness. 

“Heh, what? Don’t trust me?” Toji cocks his head down at you in sheer smugness, a glistening gloss stained all around his lips. It made him look so fucked-out. And he felt like he already was - but Toji wouldn’t admit that. No, he’s only murmuring a wet, “Or are ya scared that m’gonna get ya ah- addicted?”

You showcase him with a slight pout that makes his riled-up cock twitch in one hand. That makes him immediately kiss it away - letting you taste him. Taste yourself. 

It’d already taken everything in him to stop himself from cumming just by making out with your cunt. 

“No s’just that- I’ve never squirted before…”

His words are sure. Confident. He’s echoing them from not too long ago, “Lemme take a look at that.”

And apparently Toji’s definition of taking a look is to slide the curve of his thick thumb in-between your dribbling slit. Up and down until his lips curl in a smile, “Well she’s tellin’ me that she can-oh shit, look at that.” Those very same fingers wrapping around the hilt of his thick cock to nudge your folds apart. “So why don’t I fix that, hm?”

God, Toji is so much bigger than he looked - which was staggering considering his sheer bulge was enough to send your mind reeling.

The curve of his fat tip bathes in a few more of your syrupy drops before bullying inside-

“O-oh my god-” Your voice wavers, sweat simmering all down your body at how dizzyingly Toji was spearheading your cunt open. Wide. So much of him that you didn’t know whether to buck your hips away or down for more, more, more- “S’too big- shit, don’t even know if I can ngh- t-take it, Toji–!”

“Oh, say my name like that once more n’ you’re gonna ah- hafta take every inch.” he grunts out, snarling smile making your gummy walls flutter around him. 

You’re being fed every solid inch, Toji’s girth making your tight circumference stutter. Gaping your sloppy hole wide open around his expanding cock- shit, just the slightest peak into your heavenly depths was enough to have his fat length swelling. Pushing into your tender sweet spots when he grows. 

“Y-you got even bigger?” you gasp, and it makes him cackle.

Throwing his head back to laugh, “Of course I got f-fuckin’ bigger when you feel like this, ma.” And two of his roughened palms glide their greedy pathway downwards to spread your thighs even further. Using gravity to his lewd advantage to help you gulp down your every mindless grind to simply fit himself inside. “W-where have ya been all my life.”

And Toji sounded like he was genuinely distraught that he didn’t know. 

He was genuinely so upset, lower lip wobbling with pure bliss once your overstuffed pussy was resting on his sharp hip bones. Giving an experimental little gyration of his hips to swirl his shaft around your walls, it makes you whine. 

“Tha’s what m’fuckin’ talking about.”

And then in a split-second, you’re being slammed onto your back and wrangled into the meanest mating press you never thought possible. 

It’s like Toji was out of control. 

Feral.

A slight trickle of drool trailing down the edge of his growling lips, “Shit- take my fucking cock ngh- take it all, doll. Ya don’t know how long I’ve been d-dreaming of this.”

“Yes yes yes-” you sputter. Edging your uselessly limp thighs to lock around Toji’s straining neck - and if he was going easy on you before. Then oh, you weren’t ready for the way this makes him snap his flexing body down to fold you in half. His sweat-beaded forehead knocking gently into yours, “-been ah- been dreamin’ of this ever since I m-moved in-”

Shit.

The thick pudge of Toji’s relentless head careens into the bullseye of your g-spot easily. And Toji titters to himself about the pretty moans that drag from your shot throat - that is, if he had the self-control.

Because your previous words were still thundering in his pussydrunken mind, and it makes him gasp. It makes him shoot his eyes open almost comically, it makes him crash his lips into your with a sullen hiss. “Give a man a fuck- warning. You c-can’t just say- things- like- that-”

As if to prove his point, he’s planting a few more heated French kisses against your sweetest spots. How he mapped them out so quickly you had no idea. 

His feverish breath hovers over your own mouth, gusts bounding out with every pound into your cunt. He’s bruising the circular branding of his sobbing tip down your spongy cervix, a tiny ah! of disappointment leaving Toji’s stern lips at the recoil that had him pushing back from the very bottom of your pussy. 

He’s so filthy. 

“Because what if–” It takes you a few seconds to realize that he’s still babbling drunkenly, flicking over a calloused thumb over your clit to get your delirious attention. “-are ya listening, woman? What- ah- what if I told ya I was the fuckin’ same. Wanted to f-fuck this cute cunt the moment I saw ya, wanted to ruin her- to breed her-”

And just when he’s heaving in such a sharp inhale. As if he’s spoken too much.

Yet, even through the way that Toji was fucking you stupid - you still manage to latch onto his words. 

“Y-you wanted to ah- cum inside?” you’re blinking up at him innocently in a way that only made his hips jackhammer against yours harder. Teasing your sensitive clit with a pinch. “Tell me, Toji.”

God- you said his name. 

Shit shit shit, didn’t he tell you not to-

“Yes!” Toji’s shuddering out, hefty balls twitching and thwacking their tight, cum-filled sacks against your ass. He’s fucking you so wildly. The mating press that he had you in let him glide a wet thrust down every single nook and cranny inside you. Every forbidden sweet spot. “Wanted- wanted it so badly- ah-”

Batting your teary lashes, “How badly?”

Two of Toji’s mean fingers come up to smush your cheeks together into an embarrassing pout, and he’s using that cutely ajar opening of your mouth to spit. A thick, honeyed wad of saliva that purposefully splatters along the edge of your lips - because Toji had perfect aim. He could’ve streamlined it all neatly between your lips.

But you looked and tasted so sweet this way.

When he could just kiss it away filthily with a drag of his tongue, “Shit- what a filthy fuckin’ mouth. Ya really know how to m-make me lose my mind, hm?” Splaying out one large palm about halfway down your stomach, he’s exploring for a lewd cylindrical nudge. A throb when his thickened head was smashing into your g-spot. “If ya i-insist- m’gonna fill ya up until I can feel it-” Pressing down. Hard. “Here.” And now he’s running his mouth a mile a minute, he’s dazed where his cadence grows sloppy. “Until you’re overspilling. Until yer all r-round and hngh- glowing and shit-”

God, he was flying too close to the sun.

Egging him on, he was fucking you into the bed like he was furious at you. Lurching out rickety creaks from the bedframe at his riotous slams! Teasing, “S-s’that it?”

“Is that it? I-is that it?” he’s repeating. Over and over like a humorless mantra. “No tha’s not- ah- fucking ‘it’. M’gonna shit- make you mine. Gonna fuck a b-baby or two into ya.” Shockwaves of electric white flashing down his spine when your gripping walls cling around him like a velvety channel. Stumbling through words, “So they’re gonna know- ah- th-they’re all gonna know what I did. Hah- how I ruined ya…”

You can only sob, “Toji– m’gonna-”

Stimulating tears gather up beside Toji’s eyelids with every pressurized ram, and he finds it in himself to rasp a drunken giggle. “G-gonna give Megumi a lil’ sibling, ma?”

He doesn’t have to hear your response, he doesn’t think he can. Because no sooner are you crashing into your orgasm that Toji is as well. 

He realizes before you - far, far before you at how you were squirting. 

Drizzling your juices in a coating gloss down his cock, his abs, some spattering up to Toji’s lips. He took a look into it alright. 

Your bolting waves of bliss intruded by his rummaging cock. Twitching once. Twice. Before struggling out thick gushes of sweltering hot seed. 

It’s splattering onto the very back of your bruised and battered cervix in a wet thwack! Oozing out the sides of your silt, you feel your gummy walls being inflated. The tug of ribbons upon ribbons of cum being fucked into sloshes inside and coats your melty walls like a second, sticky skin.

THUD!

Toji collapses onto his wearied forearms, caging you in with his big beefy biceps. Hips slowing down to tiny, subconscious ruts wrenching out the most obscene wet squelches. “Th-the heh- the fuckin’ bed.”

Only then are you batting your fatigued eyes open to realize that one side of the bed was sagging dangerously. “Toji did you b-break the bed?”

“Ah- so what?” And he’s scooping up your pliant body easily into his arms. Lifting you. Manhandling you. Pulling out of your split cunt for just a second to slam! you down onto your nearby work desk. The cool mahogany against your front makes you hiss, “I’ll jus’ t-take a ah- look at it.”

With this, he’s pressing down on the slightly bloated area near your cunt. Gaping. Gushing out thick remnants of his cum - it’s like he was playing around. 

The sight so heavenly that with a dragged-out gasp he’s finding his weepy cock blast out a few more wispy strands of cum. Shit.

“Shit- marry me-” Toji’s throwing his head back with a whimper - a whimper - when his jolting cock veers dangerously into the territory of shooting overstimulated blanks. “Marry me I-I swear. Gonna ah- put a pretty ring on ya, my doll.”

Which is why he’s swirling around his greedy pointer around your gaping entrance. Toying with the creamy ring of seed that’d painted its way around his thick base. Toji pools a few creamy dredges on his fingers and shoves them into your babbling mouth. “Ngh- Toji–!”

“Nowww, let’s see ngh- already finished off th-the bed-” he’s rattling off. Counting on a few fingers of his, “-we have the ohhh fuck- don’t squeeze m-me like that, ma, m’still sensitive- this desk, the floor- the dryer.”

“The dryer?” you mewl. “But you j-jus’ fixed that-”

“Ah, consider it a lil’ payment…along with those panties of yours, of course.”

And it’s only later. 

Hours and hours later, with your bed frame broken on one leg, your desk absolutely shattered, and your carpet soiled with a few whiteish rivulets that you’re finding yourself seated into a tight full nelson on top of the dryer. Toji still splitting you apart inside, shooting blanks before the front door rattles with a sudden knock! knock! knock! 

A deep voice resounding from outside, “Anybody home? It’s Shiu Kong. Higuruma sent me here to fix the dryer.”

“Fuckin’ Shiu…wanna let him in?”

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“Hello, Shiu? How did the fixing go?” It’s by the next day that Higuruma gets a call in the middle of his important business meeting. One that would probably stay with him for a long, long time. “What do you mean the dryer is broken beyond repair?!”

A/N. Hope you all have a lovely week <3

the realisation that you were playing house with a fuck buddy — and enjoying it, no less — hit you hard in the chest one morning when you opened his cupboard and found your favourite tea stockpiled on the first shelf. it was so ordinary, so incredibly mundane — and that’s precisely what shocked the smile right off your face. you weren’t staying over because his bed was bigger than yours. you weren’t wearing his shirts and nothing else under it because it was convenient.

no, you stupid idiot, the alarm bells ringing in your head seemed to scream. you’re in love with him.

the same realisation didn’t seem to hit nanami until three months into the arrangement. he sat up abruptly early one morning, your arm still draped heavily over his body, and shook you awake with a panic you had never quite seen before. his hair was mussed, his eyes wide like he’d just seen a ghost, and for a terrifying second you thought he might be about to end it.

“this was a mistake,” he blurted, dropping his head in his hands. you blinked blearily at him, heart sinking to the floor in a single instant. “wait—” he cleared his throat, voice steadying. “no. that came out wrong.”

then, he looked at you with the same eyes that always carried an unflinching earnestness, and with the same mouth that never once minced his words. the confession fell from his lips slowly, the realisation unfurling itself as he spoke.

“the mistake,” nanami muttered, more to himself than to you, “was thinking i could possibly do this without falling in love with you.”

your breath caught as he leaned in, heart pounding frantically in your chest, faster than anything his body had ever pulled from yours. then, his lips brushed yours, softer than any other kiss you’d shared before, and one shaky hand came up to cradle your jaw.

Toji was a smart man, and he wasn’t incognizant with the female body. He knew when you were needy and tended to you properly by picking up on the little things—your hand on his thigh, your voice pitching up, that pinched look you'd get as you'd press your front against his side.

But he was still a man—one who needed to do his research and allow someone to explain whatever he’d missed out on puzzling together on his own.

r/SexEd - 3 hr. ago

tojiz

I (22M) have run into an issue of sorts with my girlfriend (21F). Her body emits this weird smell when she’s horny and trying to mount me. Anyone know what this is?

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sixeyesandsixabs - 1 hr. ago 

lmfao. sounds like she’s in heat.

Toji’s fingers twitched against his phone screen.

Heat? As in the fucking wattpad shit you made him read?

He audibly scoffs at the guy’s piercing blue eyes in his profile picture. No, you weren’t in heat, a cramping omega in need of their fucking alpha to soothe their pains, and this wasn't fucking Omegaverse. There was no fantastical sweet scent like pastries that trickled from your glands to make his mouth water.

It was more… primal. A feminine musk that radiated from you when you were needy. It’d last for around a day or so, then be gone with the wind along with your incessant need to have him stuffing you with his cock.

He groans, dragging a hand down his face, before his phone notifies him of another comment.

leopardprint - Just now

Maybe you’ve just got a knack for sensing her ovulation.

“Huh,” he breathes out, mind now churning like an oiled cog in a rusty mechanism.

He tosses his phone down and quickly paces over to you. You have your legs tossed over the side of the couch, bleakly flipping through his ancient television with no streaming options and only droning cable.

“When was your last period?”

You drag your gaze up to him. “Well hello to you, too,” you scrunch your eyebrows, squinting at him before pinpointing an answer. “Uh. Like a week ago. Why?”

A quiet hum of realization hits him. That made perfect fucking sense. Women typically ovulate about two weeks after their period starts, giving him… not long until your next ovulation period.

He cocks his head down at you, hungry gaze trickling over your form. You’re in his shirt and boxers like a fucking tease.

Maybe he was the one ovulating and needing to paint his biological needs on your insides. 

You hadn’t been pawing at him in a bit, a hint that you should be starting it up soon.

He’d just jump the gun before you could squeeze the trigger.

He leans over you, splaying a hand against your lower abdomen and pressing. “You feel anything here, darling?”

His voice was gravelly and thick, the tone he reserved for the bedroom, and it was sent straight to your core to pool heat in your loins.

You swallow thickly, orbs darting between his before nodding.

He inches forward, bringing his nose towards your neck and inhaling the scent covering your skin. 

Affirmed, you’re ovulating.

He chuckles low, knowing, pressing a tender kiss against your jugular.

He was so particularly frustrated both mentally and sexually.

It's torture, coming in from shopping or whatever you do outside, you undress at the door tossing your clothing into the hamper. Parading around the house in just your panties and bra or if he was lucky you would at least wear a shirt. Although it was a small relief, the shirt was thin as hell and you never wore a bra under so he could still see whatever was “hidden” underneath.

At night however was where his sanity was tested, in your bedroom he could hear the sounds of you streaming. At first, it sounds like those regular ones he saw on social media a few times until they would quickly shift into whatever perverted fantasy you wanted to reenact with your viewers. Even in his new form, his senses weren't dulled. He could hear each thrust, moan, and notification you got. Every few minutes you read one out letting the compliment go to your ego, thanking them, and teasing them on through the screen.

He has never seen you stream, fortunately, Toji doesn't think he would stay sane if he had to sit there and watch you get off. Perverts behind the screen begging to touch you or what they wanted to do to you didn't even compare to what he was thinking. Other than what he would do to the person who hired him, he made a promise to get you back for all the shit you were putting him through. With interest of course.

The issue was, Toji just had to figure out how the hell he was going to get out, or if he could. He tried starving himself to see if dying as a frog would transform him back, however realizing Toji’s suicidal mission you rushed him to the vet for a shot. Now you watched him eat, sitting in front of his terrarium. Occasionally you would eat with him, probably thinking it would make him feel better. In a way it did, he hasn't eaten with another person in years. It was a nice change but it would be infinitely better if he were in his human form.

“Jinshi? I'm home!” you cheered coming through the door with a bag from PetSmart, perhaps it was because he was a frog but the food wasn't half bad. Jinshi wasn't even his name but after seeing him you declared it instantly. He would much prefer to hear you screaming his actual name instead but he can work with this, for now. “I got you some more food, I hate touching it but if it's for you…” You pulled your face away from looking inside the bag.

“I was gone for so long, the cashier and I were talking, honestly kind of cute but I have a feeling he might recognize me.” you rambled, pulling out one of the bags full of bloodworms, with a heavily gloved hand and a big pair of tweezers you plucked a few out and dropped them in his habitat. Swiftly closing the bag tightly and putting the rest up into containers, you screamed loudly when one of them escaped.

“C’mon! Ugh, okay…” You tried hyping yourself up to pick up the worm off the ground. Even at its pace, you were somehow slower than it to capture it. If he were able to, he would've picked it up by now, maybe scare you with it, but still pick it up way faster than the 10 minutes it took you to. “Jinshi! I did it, did you see that?!” You were so happy that you even petted him a little bit from inside the terrarium.

He couldn't wait to get his hands on you. He was tempted to hop out and climb onto your hand knowing you would back out in fear, and finally make his grand escape. However, if he did do that, it wouldn't make his life easier. Then he would have to find somewhere else to live and it's not like he can do anything in the form he has taken now. Settling he gave you a ribbet as a reward for your bravery.

He would have to postpone your introduction to his cursed worm, if you would even see it. You can barely handle the small ones, this was closer to your size, you might pass out on the spot. You haven't gone screaming about ghosts, so he doubts it.

“Aww Jinshi, my sweet baby. I'm so happy I found you,” you said fondly, being extra gentle with his skin, even kissing the outside of the tank. Almost by instinct, he went to kiss it back but he couldn't so he stuck his tongue out and outlined the pink glossy imprint. It was the closest he was going to get to “kissing” you so he was going to take the opportunity.

Based on your insistent squealing, the act seemed to please you. What he didn't expect was tears to start falling from your pretty eyes, they were fat, coming down in laughter as you stretched your arms out to hug the tank.

“What would I do without you, Jinshi?” thoroughly happy you went into your room to begin your nightly escapades. Usually starting setup around sunset and continuing later in the night. He has never seen you go to work or even do something remote so he assumed you made a good amount from streaming.

“Hey guys, did you miss me? I surely missed you!” you greeted saying hello to the early birds. It was usually the same people, after a while he recognised some names but he didn't bother remembering them. “Digimonmaster66, thank you for the 5,000 coins!” Toji didn't know how much that was in real currency but the prick always started with that amount for every stream. Considering how happy you sounded when that notification came through, it had to be a substantial amount.

You usually spent the first 30 minutes or so talking to them about your day, sometimes mentioning that you had a frog. Today however you went into immense detail about Toji or “Jinshi” and how he just made you so happy. “He is so big for a frog-yes, I did name him after that!”

That was news to him, he didn't even know there was someone who inspired his new name. He remembers when you first saw him, completely and utterly terrified but then after a few glances that turned into long stares you opened your window. He only hopped in to see your reaction but instead of the fear he was sort of looking for, your eyes brightened up and closed the window behind him, effectively trapping the frog in your home.

He doesn't know what was going through your mind to keep a frog as a pet when you were scared of everything. Your trust in him was officially set when he ate a spider that found its way into your home, something in his mind was telling him to eat it. So he did not expect it to taste as good as it did. In that moment as he swallowed it you named him on the spot. “Jinshi, you saved me! I thought I would need to call my neighbor again,” you claimed, putting on your keys and coat, and placing him in a wet container, taking him to a pet store to get him things to get started with in his new home.

“Mmh you guys are so smart, just for that I think I'll get you guys a reward.” Your pitch was slower, a little more sexy as you thought of rewards for them. The real one who needed a reward was Toji, who would do you so much better than those twerps jacking off at the sight of your cleavage. They only got to see it when you turned the cameras on but him, but he got to see it every day. Just for him as you sat next to him by the window twirling a bit of your hair.

He has memorized almost every single pair of undergarments you owned, there were probably a few you weren't wearing out in your rotation but got to see them nonetheless.

“I have just the idea, brb.” you giggled, he could hear the rustling of clothing and zippers. By the time you were done, he could hear the vague sound of latex, maybe rubber? Whatever it was, it was squeaky. Hopping onto the bed you turned back on the cameras. “I saw this being requested in my inbox so much that I had to put it on to show you. I wasn't going to stream today but I got too excited.” he wants to see, shouldn't he get a reward too? Toji’s jealousy towards the audience only grew at each sweet moan he wished he could capture with his own lips, gasping as you described wanting to fondle their chests and show them ‘how good they were’ to you.

“Aww CursedCK thank you for the 6,000 coins, you see how happy you're making us.” You moaned, the nasty wet squelching he could only guess was you fingering yourself. The pace was slow, agonizingly slow, Toji would go faster. Piston his fingers so deep inside preparing you for his cock, watching you come undone beneath him. Make you scream louder than anyone else could, show you he is the only one to make you feel that way.

“You see how ready I am for you, I'm aching,” you whined, the bed rocking against the wall for a moment. There was silence for a bit until you let out a loud moan. “Mmhm, I couldn't wait any longer. You deserve it.” you giggled, the notifications went crazy one after another, barely milliseconds apart. That seemed to turn you on even more, whatever you were fucking yourself on was moving at a rapid speed, chasing your orgasm along with your audience.

“Fuck- so good, I'm so close.” Your voice was airy and light almost like you were asking. “Yes, yes! I want you inside, filling me till I can't go on anymore.” With a scream, you came. For most, the stream would end but today you were in a good mood, riding out the rest of your release, he could hear the sound of you pulling out what was inside. Catching your breath you thanked your viewers for helping you.

“40,000 coins, that's a lot. Thank you so much. I think I might cum again if I keep looking at it.” Considering you're the same person who almost cried when you saw Toji climbing the tank to escape, he thinks you just might. When he leaves he will need to look up the conversions, if it's good enough to make you nut then he might need to switch professions.

“Don't worry, I have something else for you.” Shutting off the cameras you walked into the living room, you dragged a large machine into your bedroom struggling just a bit to get off the ground. Muttering that you didn't want to scratch the floors. Toji could have sworn his brain short-circuited a little, you were wearing a leather set, similar to a dominatrix. Long black thigh-high boots and gloves even had the bunny mask sitting on top of your head. When you bent over for the machine he could see the slightest sliver of a jeweled plug in your ass.

Could it really get worse than this? Hearing you get off on a fucking machine, or what he assumes based on the sound and your comments about finally getting fucked from behind after so long. It was insufferable to listen to. Even worse that he couldn't see and everyone else could.

“I-I think we broke a record today, I feel a bit numb.” You were still catching your breath, the comments were getting spammed so those who wanted to get noticed would opt for sending coins instead. “Thank you DigimonMaster66 for being my top gifter today, I can't wait to show you how you've made me.” saying your final goodbyes closing the stream accepting the last few coins.

When you walked out of the room your legs were slick with fluids, Toji wanted to stick his tongue out and clean up the mess you made. If it weren't for this dreaded form.

As always you wore an old shirt with some panties, different from the leather lingerie set. They were still nice, more put on for comfort than to show off. “Jinshi? I thought you were asleep, baby?” Noticing he was still awake you made your way over to a bottle of water and vitamins in your hands. “I'm starting to think you have insomnia…Maybe I should get you checked out again?” Your voice was laced with concern rubbing on the tank like you were caressing his face. He would play nice for now, the veterinarian was a whole new hell unto itself.

“I'm not very tired myself, let's watch a movie, ‘kay.” You smiled plopping down on the couch as you scrolled through some of the movies. You gasped at one of the selections clicking on it immediately, “This used to be my favorite!” hurriedly clicking play the introduction scene started.

Toji didn't watch movies so as the animation played he wasn't familiar. If anything he was more interested in the plot, kissing a frog to break the curse. He didn't even think of that as an option to break out of this body. As ridiculous as it sounded he was tempted to test the theory.

All he needed to do was wait for his plan to be set in motion.

“Look Jinshi, isn't that so romantic? I was Tiana for 3 years straight for Halloween, maybe I can do it again this year. You can be my Naveen!” you giggled watching the marriage scene unfold.

“Ribbet.”

“I can even get you an outfit if they have that for frogs, would you like that?”

“Ribbet.”

“Okay, I'll stop talking.” The excitement was already boiling as you continued to watch the end of the movie, and by the last 10 minutes, you were out like a light. Snoring lightly on the cushions, the television playing similar movies.

The following days went by as usual but instead of streaming every other night like you would before now you were going out. Coming back hungover or not coming back at all. It was a stark difference from how you were previously, it's not like you were neglecting him, his food came on the regular, and his habitat was cleaned routinely. However, he couldn't help but feel like something was going on.

His suspicions were confirmed when you left earlier in the day dressing up all pretty even curling your hair and leaving out. You mentioned something about “this one might work out,” before leaving but he didn't quite know the context. The lock turned, but there wasn't one voice like usual, rather there were two. Yours he recognised but the other was unfamiliar, a man's voice for sure, his face however, was a little, but he couldn't remember where.

“Mmh- at least wait till we get inside,” you laughed, pulling him down to kiss you further. The man gripped you closer, feeling on your ass molding the fat within his fingers. You yelped as he lifted you from the ground, laying your body on the empty dining room table. He was sure to take his shoes off but they were scattered and not neatly put like the rest. How impatient.

As much as he wanted to, he couldn't take his eyes off the sight. It was unbearable but when else would he get to see you like this, it only became too much when you started moaning the other man's name. “Jeremiah,” you whined so sweetly.

No way you fucking a guy named Jeremiah. Was this your type, medium men who can't even hold you up for more than a minute? He couldn't watch this anymore, actually, he never wanted to see it again unless it was him enjoying the way your lips moved to say his name.

“Ribbet!” It was a lot louder than any of the other ones he had ever given you. It grabbed your attention immediately, your head snapping in his direction.

“Jinshi I'm sorry, I'll be quiet, okay?” you smiled, it was a little lopsided but with Toji’s presence now aware by the couple. You led Jeremiah to your bedroom. When he thought it couldn't get any worse, it did. Insanely so. Jeremiah lasted a total of 2 minutes and 2 seconds, before tapping out. No foreplay, rubbed your clit a little bit, before shoving his dick in. When he finally pulled out, he offered to cum on your stomach but you immediately declined.

If your streams were anything to go off of you were loud, you like to talk. But now you were quiet giving him a few noises, adjacent to sighs. It was a sad listen, you seemed so excited to. Toji could do you so much better. Watching the guy leave high and proud irked the fuck out of Toji— he remembered his face just in case he needed to add him to his shit list when he got out. It was the most pathetic fuck he's ever seen (heard).

Once you shut the door behind the guy making sure it was loud enough to send a message you hurried back to your room and gave yourself what you needed. Fucking yourself on a vibrator, it seemed to do the job. Orgasming within a few minutes, not loud but a lot louder than you were with Jeremiah.

Your mood for the morning after was shitty at best. A scowl was left on your face and you had a straight attitude. Feeding him a few bugs not even flinching when one tried to crawl out, even though they knew not to fuck with you right now. “We are never going to that PetSmart again.” Then it clicked, that's where Toji recognised him. The cashier there, his face was so plain no wonder it didn't ring a bell.

It was pitiable watching you mope around the apartment even wearing shorts, they must have really pissed you off. One thing he also noticed is that when you were done feeding him you didn't close the lip all the way leaving a small gap that he could escape out of.

Making your way back into your room playing a show on your surround sounds probably just letting it become background noise he could hear the slightest sound of you snoring. As much as it sucks to make his grand escape while you were grieving your crush, he had things he needed to do. Yours would be temporary, his condition however may become permanent if he doesn't do something about it.

It was easy getting out, his feet and hands easily gripped onto the glass as he climbed out. It felt weird being out of the cage for so long, it was freeing. This would be his first time coming this far into the home, sneaking under the door into your room where you slept. Approaching your body you had drool spilling out in the corner of your mouth, even ditched the shorts. He had to make this quick if it failed then he was fucked.

Landing on your chin, he brought his mouth to your sleeping one, not much he could really expect to touch lips. He stood there for a minute or so, but nothing happened. He didn't feel any different, no magical sparkles transforming him. Nothing.

He fell on your lower face, and he would be stuck like this. It was hopeless, he would need to get used to listening to you talking about getting fucked or getting fucked for the rest of his life. At least it was free, not a dime coming out of his account- his account. He still didn't get paid, that asshat is running amok thinking Toji let him off scotch free with a free hit.

He was so fucked.

He laughed to himself thinking about how he got himself here. At least it felt nice being skin to skin with you finally, he hates being so slimy all the time, now he got some air to dry up. He was just going to lie there until you realised and would take him back to the tank, maybe you would bring him into your room at some point. Until you started groaning, and struggling underneath him.

“Get off, you're heavy,” you grumbled, still half asleep. Toji obeyed, moving over onto the other side, his body weight making the bed bounce a bit on his side. Wait, body weight! Snapping up, Toji looked at his hands, flesh, veins, and actual fingers. It worked! Quickly grabbing clothing from your drawers, everything being way too small but he couldn't walk out bare naked, he would find himself in a different kind of jail. He really didn't feel like dealing with cops right now either.

The moonlight graced his skin in its glow, and he felt renewed. He was a man on a mission, first, he needed to pay a visit to that geezer who hired him in the first place.

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10 days

Jinshi has been gone for 10 days now. You've tried searching everywhere for him, but nothing. You were heartbroken, you thought you were finally getting somewhere with him. He was hostile the first few weeks but he eventually started letting you touch him. Now he is gone, maybe forever.

You still kept his food, in hopes he would come back eventually but then you hated having to look at it. All it reminded you of was Jinshi. You could only hope he was doing good, finding happiness elsewhere if it wasn't with you. You hadn't streamed since he left, the vibe just wasn't right and to be honest, you were getting quite bored with your current content. Scrolling through your emails you saw brand offers and product testing but a certain email caught your eye. Another creator was offering to partner with you on each other's streams.

You hadn't thought about having someone else on stream with you, perhaps that's what you needed. The streamer wasn't exactly your type, he reminded you of Jeremiah, fucking bitch. Just thinking about him made you mad, he hyped himself up only to do that shit to you. You thought it was cute how he watched your streams, but it became too much when that was all he talked about. Couldn't even fuck you right. A tried and true, two-pump chump.

It had been even quieter without Jinshi, although he was very quiet, his presence filled the empty space of your large penthouse. It got lonely sometimes, with no one else to talk to you decided perhaps it was time to say hello to your awaiting viewers.

Setting up you only wore a simple tank top and some shorts, nothing dressed up. They want you to take it off anyway, not that you were mad. Going naked in your apartment was normal, you only wore a shirt sometimes because you felt bad for Jinshi having to watch you naked. The stream started up, your regulars coming in fast. Streaming fed your ego graciously making you feel less lonely than you were.

“Hey, did you miss me? Oh, thank you DigimonMaster66 for the 5,000 coins." Some comments were asking how you were doing other more graphic things about wanting you to take your clothes off. “You always know how to make my day!” The guy was a whale spending almost 8 thousand dollars per stream and that doesn't even include private tips and chats. The most was 15 thousand and that was a few months ago when you cosplayed as his favorite digimon on stream. He was truly your favorite, others tried topping him but no one could.

“Oh, welcome SSKiller0T, oh…oh my gosh. Thank you!” Your mood was instantly improved when you received the 20,000 coins, someone knows how to enter a stream. Today you didn't plan on doing anything, just talking, viewers who have seen you before understood, others maybe not.

“Actually I am pretty sad. Jinshi, my frog, ran away. I am just so upset. We were doing so well, and even worse this guy I was talking to couldn't satisfy me.” You were leaning way into this bit, being dramatic enough for your viewers to feel bad. If they were still going to jerk off, you might as well give them a voice to do it with. “You ruined me for everyone else, now I can only get off with you.” That rubbed your viewers the right way because the gifts were coming in, even getting a notification that someone brought an item off your wishlist. If you were going to grieve the loss of your pet then at least you could profit off of it, maybe use it to hire a team to find him.

“SSKiller0T, you're really going in it today. Who knows, if you do good I might add you to my sweethearts list." He was constantly donating, making his presence known. Even your top-gifter was noticing and was trying to “up” him in tips. Who were you to stop friendly competition, all it was doing was filling your pockets.

You let them battle it out while you spoke to your other viewers, asking about them and what they would like to see. Knowing it would most likely be the next stream. All of it was clique stuff, they usually said this stuff. “Actually I was thinking of starting an OnlyFans, so then you guys could see me and not miss a stream. I will still stream but it's good for people who are in a different time zone or working hard for me.” It was just a suggestion but the comments seemed to enjoy the idea immensely. Flooding your comments with yeses.

“Okay then sounds like a deal then, I'll let you go now. I have work to do!” Waving goodbye you need the stream quickly. As expected DigimonMaster66 was your top-gifted but only by 1 coin. How petty. However, the newcomer came a close second. They were 10,000 coins away from breaking your 70,000 coin record. Not too shabby for someone who has joined your stream for the first time. Hopefully, he would be back in the next stream.

Getting to work you spent the next few days filming content for your new OnlyFans. Most of it would be uploaded so you wanted at least a week's worth of content for the page. It felt different not filming in front of an audience, hopefully, they would like the change.

____

You really missed Jinshi, out of habit you would let your presence be known when coming home but there was no one else with you anymore. “Jinshi I'm home!” you said in vain. Sometimes you hoped to see him where you found him on your windowsill. Unfortunately for you, there was a weirdo following you outside the shop, you noticed him in the store following you out. You picked up your pace debating calling an Uber but you didn't want this freak following you. Staying in the busier streets hoping that would deter him but he came up to tap your shoulder.

You yelped in fear, your hand instinctively reaching for the pepper spray. “It's you, I knew you looked familiar but it really is you!” The man looked at you with a relieved look on his face as he grabbed you by the shoulders. Pulling the spray out of your bag you had it almost out till a man came up behind him pulling him away from you.

“Watch the fuck out, loser.” The man was much bigger than the guy who approached you. Pushing him out of the way, he looked between you and the staring passersby he ran away in the opposite direction. “You alright?” your mysterious savior asked, bringing his attention to you.

You nodded, thanking him profusely for helping you. Although you planned on peppering the fuck out of the asshole either method worked. At least one saves you a trip to the police station. He was hot, like really hot. Offering to walk you back home you accepted letting the handsome stranger walk with you home.

Other than his pretty face he wasn't a half bad talker either, listening to you rant about anything. It was nice, and reminded you of your sweet Jinshi. The scar on the corner of his lip garnered your attention making you wonder what could have happened. It was a little sexy, made you wonder what it would feel like on your lips.

His presence was comforting and familiar even though you had never met him before. You're sure you would remember him if you'd met before. When he laughed at your jokes your face would heat up, the arm he had on the small of your back didn't help much either.

At your apartment you expected him to leave at the entrance but he followed you upstairs, maybe you should have stopped him but at your door, you shyly kissed him on the corner of his mouth where his scar was at. You didn't want your interaction to end here. Something about him made you want to invite him in, even if he was a stranger you'd never met before.

No risk, no reward, right?

“You're so tight, baby, no one's treating you like you should, are they?” he cooed fingers curled up inside your walls. Leading him into your apartment you expected him to get straight to business for a quick fuck but after spending so much time running his mouth up and down your body he was being patient.

You shook your head, your back arching off of the bed as the pads of his fingers pressed into the g-spot. Once finding it he didn't leave it alone, pistoning his fingers inside of you at a delicious speed. His palm is flat against your clit making you closer and closer. Bringing his mouth to your nipple, twirling his tongue around the bud. “Doing so good, don't cum just yet,” he ordered taking as much of your tit into his mouth. You nodded a little out of it, all you needed was to cum.

Rolling your hips to meet his fingers, he smelled good. If he is this good at fingering you couldn't wait to get him inside of you, put Jeremiah to shame with his sorry ass. Changing your position he brought you to his lap, your body facing the already set up camera. You don't remember leaving it there, hopefully your guest didn't mind.

“Password?”

“What?” You focused your eyes on his hands opening your laptop, opening it right to your streaming page. “How-” you yelped as his fingers hit that sweet spot again. He repeated himself again, sucking hickies on your neck. Naturally, you rocked your ass against his hard cock, the imprint was big. You wanted it inside.

“I thought you missed me? Don't want to show your viewers your sweet frog anymore?” Like ice dumped on your head, you froze up, snapping your head behind you towards him. He had a smug grin on his face, the scar following his lips.

“What a-are you talking about?” trying to form coherent sentences but it just felt so good. He went on to describe things you only told to the frog going into graphic detail about your daily life, how you talked to him, and how terrible your last hookup went. It was ridiculous, the man with his fingers 6 inches deep inside of you was your pet, your frog that ran away. “That makes no sense.”

“Don't worry about it, we have all the time in the world for that baby,” he said, kissing your cheek, like you were under a trance you shakily typed in your password. The page opened to your dashboard. Navigating to set up for streaming, your camera was connected making it easier to click play. “You read my mind, good job.” he rewarded you by letting you ride up that high you were chasing. Walls clutching around his digits as you came.

“Say hi,” still intoxicated from your orgasm you wave lazily to the camera. The comments were flooded especially with the abrupt stream. Spreading his fingers toward the camera gooey clear fluids coating them, he sucked them dry groaning at the taste.

You exceeded his expectations greatly, all the times he imagined what you would taste like didn't compare to this. It was addictive. It was almost worth being stuck as a frog for a month and a half. Almost worth watching sorry losers jerk off to what they wish they could have. He simply wanted to show them what they would never have. You cried when his hand came down to lightly slap your pussy bringing your attention back to him, the gifts were already coming in. The loud chimes are adding to your arousal.

“You see how wet she got, soaking my pants.” There was a large dark spot where your cunt leaked, the comments were crazy asking for a close-up or begging to edge you. “No, no, she needs to be filled up.” He shook his head, lifting your body so that he could take off his sweatpants. Nodding you pressed a finger to your hole a string of clear fluid followed. Holding you up the tip kissed your clit as he rubbed it across. He was soaking his cock with your lips, you whined each time he missed the entrance dragging out each action.

“Fill me up, please.”

“Toji,” he whispered in your ear, the head of his cock slamming into you. You gasped for air holding onto whatever to keep you grounded. It did take long for him to bottom out. His arms were still holding you up, keeping you from getting all of him. Giving just enough time to adjust he lifted you up thrusting back inside. His calloused finger rubbed your clit making the filthy squelching in the room even louder.

It was too much, drool was starting to fall from your mouth. Unable to close your mouth to be quiet, if your neighbors didn't hear you before they were definitely hearing you now. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, each thrust he would go deep till you could see the faint bulge of his cock poking through your stomach.

“You see that, all me right there,” you screamed when his palm pressed down on it as he continued fucking you dumb. Whatever he did to turn back you wished he had done it earlier, all this time with him and you were missing out on dick like this.

Feeling that familiar coil grow in your core, you kissed Toji's chin, which was soft. Hickies started to bloom in the places you sucked at, leaving your own mark on him. Who knows if he runs away again?

Shattering your body leaned forward your toes curling inwards. “S-slow down.” You bit your lip, his pace didn't slow chasing his own orgasm. You tried to push back but his stronghold on you prevented you from doing so.

“Where ya’ want it?” he gripped your thighs, drawing sweet moans from your throat. His voice was low and raspy, pulling you further into him.

“You did say you needed to fill me up,” you tried holding on feeling another orgasm coming on. “Don't go back on your word.” he let out a low grunt one arm taking both of your legs to hold you up. Grabbing you by the cheeks squishing them roughly, forcing you to look into your laptop and the scene.

You almost forgot about your audience, drowning out the notifications too distracted by Toji.

Slamming you down on his cock he moaned loudly into your neck his seed painting your walls white. Twitching you hadn't even realized you came, the sheets below you thoroughly soaked in your release. Even the laptop screen was wet.

Lifting your head up making you look straight into the camera. Seed leaking onto the sheets, and your eyes rolled in the back of your head. “Sorry ass Jeremiah and Digi- whatever the fuck his corny ass name is, wish they had you like this,” he growled stuffing his cock impossibly deeper.

“You do, you do Toji,” you yelped, looking toward the laptop at him, that alone was making him get hard again.

“That's right.” he grinned, biting your neck, there was a red mark, any harder it would've drawn blood. It hurt like a bitch but somehow you didn't mind it. Even after insulting your top gifter, a tip came in from DigimonMaster66. “You don't remember your manners now?”

“Thank you, D-DigimonMaster66!”

“That's my girl, now bend over, gotta make up for all those times you teased me.”

Roughly pushing your head into the mattress with an oof, not one did his cock leave your insides. Sucking him back in each time his hips even threatened to leave you. In your bliss, you didn't hear him say something to you earning a hard slap on the ass.

His hand left a red handprint on your left ass cheek, burning substantially. “You like that?”

Slap!

“Don't just nod, let me hear you.”

“Yes,” you choked out your hands reaching for the edge of the bed for balance. The sheet was starting to come off, not giving you much grip on it. “I love it!”

Rubbing his hand up your spine, feeling each ridge. Toji pulled out, cock wet in your mixed fluids, he rubbed it against your ass smearing the liquids. Your hole clenched around nothing, the loss of his dick making you whine. Arching your back deeper, looking back at him, he was admiring his work. Marveling at your wrecked hole.

“Take a picture, it'll last longer-” pulling you by the hair, so your face was in frame. He was too tall so it only showed his traps and below. Thrusting back into you, not giving you a chance to breathe. His thrusts were hard, the skin to skin echoing throughout the room. The force rocked your body forward.

“Fuckin- attitude.” Letting your hair go you tried pulling back from his hips but he grabbed your neck. Similar to a warning his hand only sat that daring you, ‘run from it and watch what happens.’ Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, it was all so much. You would have never thought Toji would be so rough in bed, maybe it was your punishment for bringing another man over. To be fair you thought he was just a really cute frog, not a really hot guy who happened to be turned into a frog.

“Smart ass mouth of yours, suck.” Opening your mouth wide he stuck two on his fingers in your mouth. Mimicking how you would around his cock you took them as deep as he would allow. He groaned, throwing his head slightly back as you moaned around his digits. “Eyes up, princess.”

Looking back at the camera, you were sure you looked a mess, much different than how you started earlier. Tear-stained cheeks, running mascara, hair messy from his rough handling, and lip-bitten lips. Your audience was loving it though, probably the most wrecked they have ever seen you. “Oh- don't stop, yes there, oh my god.” You cried his fingers releasing from your mouth to let you breathe. His balls slapping at your clit, was the perfect combination to your euphoria.

His grip on your throat tightened, restricting some of your airway, and your eyes were starting to roll back no matter how much you tried to keep your eyes on the camera. It was too good, you felt like you were losing your mind.

Your body jerked instinctively pulling away from cock when you came, it earned you a slap on the ass making you cum even harder. “T-toji, too much,” you begged in choked sobs. Your pussy was becoming numb and the constant stimulation was overwhelming.

“I'm almost there, hold on just a bit longer,” he said sweetly, removing his hand from your throat to your hips. His controlled thrusts turned erratic as he chased his orgasm, you were definitely going to have bruises by the morning but they would be so worth it.

With a loud groan, he came inside you. He stayed inside for a moment before pulling out, cum dripping out of your hole. You shivered at the sensation, your knees were starting to give out so you lay flat on your stomach.

Rubbing on the globes of your ass, you could feel Toji getting hard, again?! What the hell is with his stamina? Still catching your breath you turned over a bit to look at him, ugh he was so sexy.

“Give me a minute,” your refractory period wasn't that long but you still needed a moment to get feeling back in your lower half.

“Take your time, like I said we have all the time in the world.”

He tried to ignore it, really. He’d find another girl to wet his dick, to try and push you out of his mind. But he knew he was tragically doomed when he’d accidentally uttered your name when he was snapping his hips into a classmate he’d never recall the face of.

So, he began to linger around you. Stayed after practice longer to see if he could strike up a conversation with you.

Yet, without fail, you’d scatter like a clodhopping beetle every single time, nearly tripping over yourself while you did so.

Frankly, it was really fucking weird. Sukuna was a certifiable jerk, but scary? Nah, that wasn’t him… right?

Wrong.

He’d finally found a way to corner you—forging a letter that the coach wanted to meet with you in his office where he then ambushed you and curled his fingers around your wrist in a firm grip to slip you into the janitor's closet.

He clicked the door shut behind the two of you, his massive form blocking the door, gaze training on yours.

“Fuck—Are you shaking?”

Yes. Yes you were. Shoulders rising and falling with rapidly rising trepidation, owl-eyed, trembling hands gripping the strap of your bag like it was your one preservation.

You didn’t reply, only backing up slowly until you hit the shelf and nearly toppled a spare paint can over your head to which Sukuna pushed out of the way.

He peered down at you, narrowed carmine eyes fanning the flames of your firing neurons. 

You felt like you were about to pass out any second.

His fingers skimmed over your bicep, your breath swiftly catching in your throat at the contact, eyes shutting as if you were bracing for impact.

He cocked an eyebrow at that, a low chuckle leaving his lips. “Not gonna bite you. Unless you ask nicely,” he gently whispered, leaning over to fan his breath over your ear and press a tender kiss just below the lobe, goosebumps sent in a wave over your skin.

You whimpered, head casting away from him, legs nearly about to buckle beneath the weight of his essence in its entirety. 

Yeah, you thought he was hot. Everyone did, it was a plain fact on campus that Sukuna was one of the most lusted after guys around. But did that mean you had the mind to even tread upon the fact that you’d pursue anything with him?

You, who made it known that you weren’t a talkative person, never hanging around others for long? Who found solace in your solitude and kept security behind your camera lens?

Fine, you’d thought about his hands on you, his plush lips chasing after your own, how he’d sound groaning for you. 

But never could you have imagined him towering over you like he was now, pressing kisses against your jugular and whispering heady breaths of your name.

“Wait…” You sighed out, balling your hands into tight fists by your side, knuckles whitening over with the burdening pressure.

“What?” He flatly responded, pulling away to glare at you.

If it weren’t for how your feet felt as if they were rooted in tar, you would’ve ducked out from under the arm he had planted beside your head and made a run from it.

But your brain blanked under his intimidating stare, mouth parting and lips quivering as words died on your tongue.

His eyes flickered over the minute pout of your lips, the way your eyes glossed over slightly, the huffs that left your mouth as if you just ran a marathon.

And as fucked up as it was, he felt himself growing disgustingly hard at the sight of it.

His lips crashed onto yours, gripping your nape and craning your head upward as he slipped his tongue between your lips, sliding inside the cavern and prodding around with a wanton curiosity.

You whimpered, stilling like a sheet of cardboard, fingers coming up to clutch the fabric of his cotton tee around the abdomen.

Sukuna felt like he was rediscovering lust with the way you had him keening over, swapping drool with you like a fucking mutt.

His hand that wasn’t keeping your head in place, splayed over the flesh of your ass, tugging you flush against him and kneading the fat like a stressball.

A shudder wracked your body, one that Sukuna amplified by nibbling on your lower lip. You winced, the pain making your eyes clasp shut, but you released a deep breath when he cooed and ran his tongue over where he inflicted damage.

His fingers hooked around the waistband of your sweats. “Take these off,” he grunted, kissing your cheek, then your jawline in haste.

You complied, quickly shoving them down, brain slated from any sort of rational thinking.

“Attagirl,” he smirked, leaning up to press a kiss against your forehead.

He nudged the waistband of his own shorts down, the guy somehow going commando all day, and allowed his cock to spring free.

Red, and definitely angry with the way it was twitching, the slit of his violently swollen tip dribbling pearly seed just from making out with you. And the size? Fucking daunting… and your gaze dropped to the granny cotton panties you’d unfortunately opted for. “There’s no way that’s going to fit…” you mousily trailed off, swallowing the thick lump lodged in your throat.

Sukuna flashed a grin. “Who said anything about making it fit?”

His hands gripped your waist, aligning his throbbing shaft with your heat. “Hold your panties down.”

Again, you wordlessly obeyed, holding the fabric down and feeling your head lull with lust.

He pressed his cock straight between your folds, immediately letting out a warbled groan, slamming a hand well above your head to clutch the metal shelf, eyes threatening to roll back into his skull. “You always…fuck, carry this much slick in your panties?”

Unfortunately, you could barely hear a word from his lips, the prominent veins underscoring his length dragging tantalizingly between your sopping folds, catching all of your juices as he rutted in slowly.

Your hands found themselves latching onto his chest as he pressed you against the shelf, desperately searching for some semblance of stability as everything around you seemed to rock and teeter. Sukuna had to push objects away from the edge of the rickety shelf to avoid them from crashing onto you.

“Thattttt’s it,” he groaned, head ducking and salmon tresses sticking to his perspired forehead, picking up a pace as he fucked himself between your treacly folds. He’s never fucked a girl without actually being inside of her, yet he never expected for it to feel downright heavenly. He’s still not certain if you’re a determining variable, something he’ll just have to test for next time.

Your cheek smushed against his hardened chest, thighs trembling as a familiar feeling coiled just beneath your diaphragm, hot and ready to go.

Sukuna felt it too—maw slack as he chased the both of your highs, the flesh of your thighs meeting his bulky ones.

“Mmmf I-,” you whined out, face contorting with pleasure, hiding the expression away as you dug your head into the fabric adorning his chest, cheeks flushed with embarrassment and something akin to shame and horror swirling in your mind.

“Say.. my name,” he grunted out, chest caving as his abs tightened, holding back his impending peak just to hear your pretty voice, palm digging into the metal shelf to distract himself.

You shook your head, lips with a quivering quake, wet lashes dusting the rounds of your cheeks.

His fingers raked through your hair, gently tugging your head back or else he feared he really may scare you away, before his lips found over yours again. Messier this time—gasping and teeth bumping, consuming the warm breath of each other. “Say it.”

You hiccuped, pausing before complying. “‘K-kuna,” you whispered against his lips, voice trembling with the sound.

And that was enough to push the both of you over the precipice you were so desperately teetering on—Sukuna shooting his load across the fabric of your panties, hot and sticky, and you gushing all across his cock with a strangled yip.

“Fuckkkkk,” he groaned through heaved breaths, the crowns of his ears tinging with a hot-red that mirrored the clench of his chest.

He collapsed over you, arms folded on the shelf above your head as you breathed in his scent—heady musk and the lingering scent of smoke. It wasn’t frequent, but you’d catch him inhaling a cigarette when the coach wasn’t looking.

After a few breathy, silent moments, Sukuna pulled away, slowly sliding his cock from your panties with a lewd squelch, peering down at you with narrowed eyes swirling with mirth.

“See, I don’t bite. I’m even leaving you with a little present for next time,” he huffed out, pure amusement washing over his fucked out face as he stuffed his cock back into his trousers and adjusted the shirt he was sporting that clung to his sweaty skin. “See you around, pansy.”

He pushed out of the janitor's closet clearly pleased with himself, leaving you with your sweats bunched around your ankles and his seed thick in your panties, still trembling from both the aftershocks of your orgasm and a somewhat terrifying ordeal.

What the fuck just happened?