“it’s fine. i’m used to your sweat by now,” despite his rushed pleas, you easily unlocked the door, nostrils immediately being hit with the sticky scent of cum, humidity, and taki’s cologne. the air was thick with its scent. warm, salty, and a little musky–a sickly mixture that caused nerves to run down straight to your thighs at the realization of what ‘exercise’ he was actually doing. you stepped inside, the hot air of post-sex only enveloping you more, and calmly turned around to face him.

“it smells fine. seriously taki, you had me worried for a sec.”

he sighed a breath that he didn’t even know he was holding in, relief covering his expression at the innocent smile you flashed him before closing the door with a small thump. as his footsteps grew fainter, you felt yourself fall into the messy sheets. hands exploring the cloth knowing that it was probably gripped and pulled with rigour as he brought himself to his climax. heavy panting radiating within these very walls, hips stuttering with every thrust he did whilst fisting his cock. pathetically grinding into the fluffy sheets that were drenched in the sweet nectar of your scent, thighs shaking uncontrollably to push himself to another orgasm.

a huff slipped from your nibbled lips, nose nuzzling into the fabric before eyeing the rest of the room for changes. and there it was, right in your laundry basket, sitting atop the dirty pile like it had been there the whole time, but you knew better. your gray, lace-lined cotton panties. crumpled and most likely hurriedly shoved into the pile by the male you shared a living space with. you haven’t seen that particular article of clothing for the past five days and now it magically reappeared in your basket with a fresh pearly stain coating the front of the crotch. it glistened in the light, mocking you for your ignorance until then. “this cannot be a fucking coincidence.”

later came the sounds that accompanied it. ones that only seemed to get louder whenever you were getting off.

“oh fuck, n-need more please.” you moaned, moving the vibrator in slow, small circles around your clit, pressing harder on occasion to heighten the pleasure that caused goosebumps to scatter over your skin. your thumb flicked the button, moving up a setting that intensified the heat building in your lower half. whines slipped with every passing moment, feet hiking higher on the bed and digging further into the mattress.

“more– hurts s-so goood,” your movements pause at the muffled voice. soft, whiny and so evidently his. taki must be fucking into his fleshlight again. what good timing, almost like he was listening in. your eyebrows pulled together from the pleasure, vibe now on the highest setting pressing harshly against your swollen pussy. instantly, you throw your head back crying in pure ecstasy.

“f-fuuuck– oh god, oh god!”

his moans bled from the other room into yours making you all the more aware of the orgasm washing over his body. “need to be in youuu, pretty.” you felt your hips twitch involuntarily against the toy hearing the pet name. heat flooded your face, nails scrambling to tug at the disheveled bedding.

you couldn’t seem to focus anymore. your head filled with the pornographic sounds that bounced on your walls–low buzzing from your toy vibrator, broken sobs leaking from taki’s lips, the soft, wet squelching of cum being fucked into repeatedly, and you own shaky whimpers stifled by the shirt you hiked up to aggressively bite down on. the noise vibrated straight through you, huffing and puffing at the groans your roommate choked out.

“haaaah– too much…” you whimpered, drool sopping the fabric that fell as your mouth hung open, no longer caring if he or your neighbors could hear you. what if he was waiting for you to touch yourself? could he be listening to you moan? see you through that sliver by your door? the rush of inappropriate thoughts only made the feeling worse, deepening the image of taki–sweating in bed, arm over his eyes that shut in pleasure, mouth falling open to make you blatantly aware of the high-pitched sounds that tore from his throat. hips snapping erratically, fleshlight spilling with cum with his dick slipping in and out, pushing himself to another violent orgasm.

“nghhh–! g-gonna cum,” you choked out, voice cracking into a sob. you fell to your side, curling into yourself with your thighs roughly clenched together, vibrations only causing your body to stiffen. the sounds deafen and your vision whites out as your orgasm crashed over you, pussy fluttering around the cold air with waves of pleasure tearing through.

“c-cum for me, pretty… yes, fuuuck–” taki’s broken whimper rang in your ears before silence resonated in the space. you could feel it, the way your cunt kept clenching against nothing, slowly pushing your cum out till it dripped into your sheets. your ceiling stared back at you, body tuckered out from the most wrongfully delicious orgasm.

“oh what have i done?” you stared your door down, wishing it would just come alive and smack some sense into you. you had just gotten off to your roommate without his knowledge, and you’re pretty sure he did the same thing with you. he left you breathless, legs trembling and still craving for more. the cool air kissed your burning skin, cum slowly dripping from your hole pooling around the abandoned vibe. “taki can never know about this.”

then there was his excessively nice personality. chasing after you with his tail tucked between his legs offering to help you with everything.

“taki, are you sure? i can always just go to a professional for this.”

he dripped the oil into his hands, gently massaging it into his hands. the smell of eucalyptus and essential oils diffused throughout the living space. “trust me, i’m great with my hands. this is also way cheaper than those private spas.” you knew he was right, and even if living with him was less expensive than your old place it wouldn’t hurt for you to save a few bucks. plus, it was just a massage. simple.

you laid yourself down, breath hitching as he unbuttoned your turnt shirt that you insisted on wearing backwards to protect your front half. this is fine. totally fine. completely, absolutely– a heavy weight beared down on your behind, the hard muscles of his thighs sitting atop caging you in between him, heat drastically spreading across like sparks. not fine! not fine at all! “taki… you better not be getting any ideas.”

his oiled fingers pressed into your lower back, two thumbs pressing along the edge of your spine before easing upwards. his calloused fingers kneaded your muscles, fat cushioning around his hands as he rolled the knots from the fleshier areas by your back and ass. the slow drag on his fingertips across your skin burned your skin, sensitivity building from the featherlight touches. a chuckle that started as a deep rumble in his throat slipped out into a husky breath, “calm down, pretty.”

he fixed his position, sighing in relief at the feeling of settling himself right by your ass. clothed dick selfishly weighing heavy between your cheeks. it was so hot. if you closed your eyes you could almost feel it dripping onto you, panties slowly soaking itself the longer he stayed massaging you. “nghhh– harder,” you whined as he pressed a particularly tense knot out with his knuckle, sniffles leaving your nose at the delectable pain.

“hurts, huh?” he cooed, mockery lining his tone as he pushed himself further into your backside, touches pressing harder to elicit more broken whimpers and whines from your mouth. “let it all out, baby.” you silently nodded, feelings colliding and folds slick with wetness knowing that roommates are not supposed to be this close.

it only got worse the closer you two got. taki was like this clingy puppy that desperately craved for your validation and affection. it truly didn’t matter how minor the action was, he would always go out of his way to lend his assistance. even if it ended up with him accidentally getting hurt.

a pained hiss reached your ears, frown deepening while you continued to cautiously dab antiseptic around the cut. the open wound slowly began to accumulate blood again despite being washed with soap just moments ago. it was a clear tear of skin located at the bottom of his palm, a clean but deep cut that was caused by a slip of the kitchen knife. ironically from the “chef” between you two.

“shit– i’m sorry,” he apologised, teeth biting into the plush fat of his bottom lip.

you glanced at him, eyes already focusing on your features with the utmost steadiness. even with the pain that struck from his hand, force consistently pushing down around the wound, his eyebrows tensed with care as he looked at you. “why are you apologising dummy? it was just an accident. damnit! i knew we should’ve just ordered in instead of cooking. idiot…”

“don’t be too upset, pretty. it’ll heal,” he eyes relaxed, smiling at the way you gently covered the wound with a band-aid covered with teddy bears. “kiss it better?”

it was supposed to be a joke. when he brought his hand up to your mouth, pout so evidently exaggerated, you both knew it was a joke. so pray tell, why on earth did you cradle his hand in yours and lean in to kiss it? glossy lips pressing against the plaster covered wound, warm breath sinking into his flesh. his breath hitched, eyes darkened at your boldness before forcing the palm further into your lips. “mmph–!” your eyes widened, quickly pulling back with a faint mmch sound that hauntingly lingered in his ears.

nervous under his gaze, you dropped his hand and turned away to pack the supplies back into the first aid kit, refusing to pay mind to the way he sat there staring at the palm of his hand. his heart raced, hands clamming up and dick twitching at the sight of your sticky lipgloss that stained his skin a pretty pink. he was paralyzed, the devil on his shoulder whispering thoughts of what those lips would look like wrapped around his thick cock, choking moans down as he forces you to take more down your throat.

why did you do that? what is actually the matter with you? no no, it was an accident. an innocent gesture… surely he thinks so too.

and yet, even after discovering all those quirks of his, you couldn’t stand the thought of pulling away from him. so what if the boundaries and behavior of normal roommates were disregarded here and there? it didn’t matter. it also didn’t help that he sounded so pleasant.

breath falling and rising as he overstimulated himself to the idea of you, voice returning to its infuriatingly shy tone as soon as he sees you acting as if nothing happened in his bedroom. you refused to hate him, especially knowing he would never do anything that actually made you uncomfortable. after all, it was just taki.

sweet, lovable, and affectionate taki.

while your knowledge of his twisted acts grew, so did the fire within him. every moment with you only fanned the flame, corrupting his mind with images and tests to see when you would crack, finally letting him indulge in his sick desires. you’ve held out this long, but tonight he would find the perfect excuse for you to finally give in.

“can i join you?” a harmless question from your messy haired roommate, absentmindedly nodding before patting the spot beside you. movie nights, a classic occasion that frequently happened in the apartment. you tucked your feet under yourself, toes curling in to sustain that warm as your body unintentionally leans closer to him. “kimi no nawa again?”

you huffed and shoved his shoulder as soon as he plopped himself down, “yes, again! it’s a good movie.”

“i’m not complaining, yn. i like it too.” he laughed, a surprisingly warm and bright sound, mixing in with the audio coming from the speakers. evening light filtered through the curtains, barely lighting up the room in white light. he shifted on the couch, choosing to lie his head on your lap before “casually” scrolling through the feed on his phone. you’ve become accustomed to his touchy self at this point, finding it natural the way his hands always found an excuse to touch you.

your hands easily find their way into his hair. a fading ash brown that looked a little too long, desperately in need of a haircut, but felt soft all throughout on your fingertips rather than sharp, brittle ends. he hummed in response to the gentle touch, muscles loosening into the cushions. “i should cut my hair soon huh.” he flicked the pale bangs that tickled his eyelashes, irritated at the way it kept falling back into place like a persistent cowlick.

“is that a threat?”

he snorted in amusement, briefly looking up at you whose eyes were already on him. “i’m being serious.” he reveled at how you studied his features, thumb following his thick brows until it grazed his lashes. it fluttered at the ticklish feeling, falling shut at your touch.

“so am i. keep it. you’re already handsome like this.” he smiled, brain tingling at the soft politeness in your voice.

moments pass and the peace remains the same with your eyes having moved to stay on the screen, occupied with the scene of mitsuha hanging with her friends by the school. how they relished their high school days, lazing on benches during lunches, riding bikes over town. taki, however, seemed to be more preoccupied with the thin fabric of your cotton shorts riding up your plush thighs. the design, simple and clean, irritated him beyond end. a little rough as he palmed the cotton noticing the few pills that gathered showing its repeated use over your stay here. pale buttons and ribbon that served no purpose other than pure temptation towards the male.

his fingers traced lazy circles on your skin, never leaving for a moment. “aren’t you cold, baby? you’re barely wearing anything.” he commented, breaking the peaceful atmosphere and your concentration. his cheek puffed out making his overall appearance look wholesome. like a puppy who could do no wrong.

“not really, your hoodie’s keeping me cozy, thank you very much. plus you’re pretty warm yourself so that helps.” his hoodie. you asked to borrow it a while back and it looked so good on you that he never even tried to ask for it back. a small way of marking you his. the flush on his face darkened, fingers slowing to a stop.

yn’s skin is so soft. i could just– hooooo.

“taki– stop that…”

he bit his lip embarrassed, but still not stopping his ministrations. he was just blowing a bit of warm air to heat up your skin, no harm. “what? i-i’m just trying to keep you warm, yn. just like you said.” he turned his head, lips brushing close to your inner thigh sending a shiver down your spine. his tongue peaked out, a smidge of saliva cooling your skin.

“ki–! seriously, it feels weird…” you finally gave up on scolding him, body decompressing at the sight of him shutting his phone with a huff tossing it on the coffee table with a clunk. he repositioned himself back to his “normal,” face nosing against your front as if it were a completely routine habit between you two. “oi–”

“just focus on the movie, pretty. wanna rest for a while.” he murmured against your thigh, wrapping his arms around your hips, pulling himself closer. while the shirt stayed loose, collar showing his defined collarbones, it looked to be one size too small, biceps constrained against the sleeves of the black top. shit. the warmth between your legs was getting harder to ignore. stop looking, you weirdo. you rolled your eyes, heartbeat pulsing in your throat hoping that he couldn’t smell the wetness that soaked your panties the longer he tirelessly insisted on staying in that position.

stillness took over, movie playing in the background. this was absolute torture. you kept glancing at the clock hand ticking away, the walls plain as usual, and the movie which was no longer being listened to. anything that could distract you from the growing wetness that flooded your shorts. it had been ten minutes since he last teased you and because you refused to spare a glance in his direction, you had no clue if the drool was coming from his sleep or from your own arousal.

“ki? they’re researching the town in the library now. it’s your favourite scene. you should wake up now.”

silence.

the words hung in the air, waiting for a response. your skin felt like it was burning, short huffs hitting the skin every other second, making the sensation worse. his neck flushed crimson, legs only getting stickier from the hot air coming from his mouth. “taki?” you ran your fingers through his messy locks to lightly tilt his head the slightest part back.

“n-no–!”

there he was. drool dripped from the corners of his lips painting your skin with a glossy sheen that reflected the light seeping from the outside world. eyes fogged with a dusty cloud of lust, staring unsteadily into the mess coating your inner thighs and shorts.

he whimpered at the exposure of his actions, voice cracking as he tried to defend himself. “ahhhh—! ‘m sorry, pretty. you just smelled so good. was practically leaking straight from the source, i-i just wanted a little taste.”

mortification, craving, fervour, shame, scrutiny. a complete wave of emotions washed over your body, each one continuing to mess with your head. your hand faltered. taki, taking advantage of your weakness, immediately dived back in, sucking and lapping at the sopping fabric. wet slurping filled your ears the more intense he tongued at the fabric. he ignored the way your eyes drilled holes into his sorry self, actions overwritten with the desire to memorize the faint taste of the nectar that seeped through your clothes.

your hand settled in his hair, tugging him back once again to gawk at the disheveled individual, cheeks glowing with a rosy tint. why was he so pretty like this? a disgusting pervert of a roommate who could no longer hide his impure desperate intentions towards you.

“y-you shouldn’t be doing this, taki. no… y-you’re my friend. this isn’t supposed to happen!”

three and a half months. you have had to deal with his sick behavior for three and a half months, and what do you get in return? nothing but a pussy drunk freak submitting to his inner thoughts. “don’t make this weird, taki. please—”

nails sharply dug into your skin, hissing in pain at the harsh grip of the male. reality slowly snapped back into him, but it served no help. he was too far gone. too close to his goal. “just a taste, pretty. o-one lick is all i need at the least…” your eyes searched his, trying to find any semblance of sanity only to return with nothing but desperate frenzy. “your promise… you agreed to help me out whenever i needed it. you p-promised me that, yn.”

is he seriously holding you to that shit?

“i need this. please, pretty. ca-can i?” his hand dragged over the hoodie, down the seam of your shorts until it reached your covered core. the fabric, once an opaque white, had become a sheer colour, translucent enough to reveal the pastel pink panties you wore. he shakily stroked the damp fabric, sucking in a breath at the sudden jerk of your hips towards his hand. “fuck… you want this just as much as i do. let me make this pussy feel good, yn.”

you wanted to stop him. scream in horror at the depraved sight… but you couldn’t.

maybe it was the way he looked. gaze relentless, eyes yearning deeply, obsessed at the chance of having you. he didn’t smile, not the smallest quirk of his lips. hands rubbing your skin nice and slow, a sad attempt at making you admit defeat.

and it was working. no matter how disgusted you were with him, hating the ignorance you played those few months, you were one of the same. you were going to let him have you. you knew it and so did he. so why are you still resisting?

his heart stuttered. nerves rattling him inside. please give in, pretty.

“o-okay, just a quick taste…” with your hand turning limp in his hair, taki swallowed adam's apple bobbing. he adjusted your positions, your back now settling against the piled pillows by the arm of the couch as he spread your legs, revealing the damp spot to both your eyes and the cold air. fucking finally!

the grip on your thighs tensed, his tongue lolling out before gradually following the bumps of the threaded seams sending small shots of pleasure to your core. “oh nghhh—! t-taki, don’t tease.” he grinned, a wicked smile framing his face as he ignored your protests to savour the taste of you on his lips. he leaned in, nose dragging along the material only making the sensation more painfully hot.

“hahhh, more—” you gasped, voice breaking with need.

“look who’s desperate now.” he said, tone firm and mocking. “patience, baby. we’ve got the whole night ahead. no need to rush just because your poor pussy can’t wait to be licked.”

“nghhh—!” he softly slapped the wet fabric, coated in a mixture of his sticky saliva and your arousal. sparks ran across your skin at the sudden strike of his hand. you forced your eyes shut, teeth digging down hard enough to draw a bead of blood. it was cruel. the moment you gave in, he had you in the palm of his hand. his little plaything.

it’s slow. cotton shorts slipping down your legs, panties following suit with a string of arousal clinging to the darkened fabric. he tossed the soiled shorts behind him with disregard, but held the panties in his open palm. you thought he would toss it away, put it aside or even tuck it in his pocket. anything reasonable. instead, he let it dangle from his finger, lifting it for the light to hit and highlight the different tones and shades, how it creased it certain areas, the scent that slowly exuded notes of musk and sugar, almost a honeyed sweetness that could change his brain chemistry with a single inhale.

you gasped as your sight centered on cum flashing a pearlescent white only reflecting brighter from the ceiling light. “sto—” he shifted his weight, pushing you back, hand strong between your tits, clenching the woven material of his hoodie.

with your panties in hand, he brought it up to his face taking a deep inhale. obnoxious. embarrassing. depraved. a loud whine escaped your lips, fingers grappling his ash brown hair to pull him far away from the rotten thing. you were ashamed at the lustful view, at the way his infatuation with you only made you wetter. “s-shit, yn!” he moaned, eyes tearing up at the sharp, stinging sensation coming from his head. the pressure pulled blood straight to his dick, pain only turning him on as he felt the control in the room drastically shift.

“you’re a fucking pervert. say it.”

your anger fell on deaf ears, whimpers and choked up whines slipping one after the other the harder you pulled at the strands. “fucking say it!”

“i-im a pervert! your pervert. o-only yours, pretty. only yours…”

his whines were quickly shut up with a tug of his hair towards your exposed pussy, slick glistening and pooling below you. so close. smells like heaven. he eyed the little pearl that beaded on your clit. it was calling to him, begging to be licked clean. “please, baby. i’ll be so good for you.” he continued, face trying to push forward for a lick.

you feigned a pout, your own breath catching as he sniffled upset with your cruelty. give and take, right? “please.”

his face neared the bead, lips licking nervously, hunger laced in his gaze as it looked up at you for permission. he would obey, seeking to please you over and over until your mind entered a subspace. your grip loosened, a signal he took, tongue darting out before languidly licking a fat stripe through your folds. a shaky groan escaped his slick lips. eyes rolled to the back of his head as soon as your taste invaded his mouth. pure sugar melting on the tip of his tongue, tastebuds tingling like it was his last meal. “th-thank you–yes… thank you, pretty.”

his mouth sealed around your clit, moist heat running over your skin as he sucked with thorough tenderness that made your legs squeeze around his head, hairs tickling your thighs while you suffocated the poor man of any available air. “oh, god…” voice cracking, thick shaky finger hesitantly prodding at your entrance. inch by inch, his finger was enveloped by your wet heat.

“my pretty baby can take another, can’t you?”

a soft, shaky gasp escaped. quiet nods responding with tears brimming your eyes. he smiled against your cunt, dragging more long, sloppy stripes up your clit. words muffled against you shooting vibrations along your spine, spurring you on. “stooop–! no, wait… nghhh–”

he slid the second one in, pushing them deep into your cunt, listening to you pathetically whine as he harshly curls them up. “so good for me.” eyes fluttered shut, needy whimpers echoing in your head. eager licks, tongue dragging heavy as he pressed his face deeper into you, suckling your clit swollen.

“taki–” you gasped, hands tugging him closer, arousal dripping all over his face. “w-wanna cum. pleeease.”

cheeks flushed a deep red, eyes dazed with lust. his tongue was relentless, struggling to breathe but desperate to have you flood his mouth. he sobbed against your soaked cunt, head throbbing from a mixture of his lack of oxygen and the sensation of your nails scratching his scalp as you near your orgasm.

your legs trembled, strong hands gripping it down to stop you from squirming away as the coil snaps, hips rutting heavily on his flattened tongue. “cu-cum, cumming! taki–nghhh!”

your body arched up into his mouth, fresh tears slipping down your cheeks, gushing thick, hot fluid into his mouth. his lashes fluttered, wet, obscene sounds spilling from his as he drank it up, tongue lapping you sensitive. you sniffled, hands slipping from his hair to push him away while your tremors eased.

he shifted his position, watching your chest rise and fall with a steady, rhythmic pattern. soft, lingering kisses littered up your neck, each one coating the spot with a sheen of saliva. a low chuckle rumbled through his chest at the sight of your half-lidded eyes, mouth agape trying to catch your breath. his thumb pulled your lip the slightest bit down, slotting his lips against yours.

“ahhhh–”

the warm taste of your cum and taki’s saliva filled your mouth, hands grasping his shirt tugging his closer. so this is what you tasted like. sweet cum, bitter chocolate, and something distinctly you. fuck.

heat trickled your skin, sweat dripping down, cum squelching while you rubbed your thighs together. no more. too much. his tongue found its way inside, massaging against your own as he coated it with his taste. the air between you two felt hotter, taki’s hand guiding yours down his body to rest on his bulge. damp against your palm, your thumb gently rubbed at the wet patch. he threw his head back with a loud moan, a string of spit connecting you two threatening to break.

you felt dizzy, body consumed with his touch. he thrusted up into your hand, leaning in to bite your lip. “taki–! i-i can’t…”

“tapping out already, pretty? but we’ve barely gotten started.” oh fuck me.

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“it’s fine. i’m used to your sweat by now,” despite his rushed pleas, you easily unlocked the door, nostrils immediately being hit with the sticky scent of cum, humidity, and taki’s cologne. the air was thick with its scent. warm, salty, and a little musky–a sickly mixture that caused nerves to run down straight to your thighs at the realization of what ‘exercise’ he was actually doing. you stepped inside, the hot air of post-sex only enveloping you more, and calmly turned around to face him.

“it smells fine. seriously taki, you had me worried for a sec.”

he sighed a breath that he didn’t even know he was holding in, relief covering his expression at the innocent smile you flashed him before closing the door with a small thump. as his footsteps grew fainter, you felt yourself fall into the messy sheets. hands exploring the cloth knowing that it was probably gripped and pulled with rigour as he brought himself to his climax. heavy panting radiating within these very walls, hips stuttering with every thrust he did whilst fisting his cock. pathetically grinding into the fluffy sheets that were drenched in the sweet nectar of your scent, thighs shaking uncontrollably to push himself to another orgasm.

a huff slipped from your nibbled lips, nose nuzzling into the fabric before eyeing the rest of the room for changes. and there it was, right in your laundry basket, sitting atop the dirty pile like it had been there the whole time, but you knew better. your gray, lace-lined cotton panties. crumpled and most likely hurriedly shoved into the pile by the male you shared a living space with. you haven’t seen that particular article of clothing for the past five days and now it magically reappeared in your basket with a fresh pearly stain coating the front of the crotch. it glistened in the light, mocking you for your ignorance until then. “this cannot be a fucking coincidence.”

later came the sounds that accompanied it. ones that only seemed to get louder whenever you were getting off.

“oh fuck, n-need more please.” you moaned, moving the vibrator in slow, small circles around your clit, pressing harder on occasion to heighten the pleasure that caused goosebumps to scatter over your skin. your thumb flicked the button, moving up a setting that intensified the heat building in your lower half. whines slipped with every passing moment, feet hiking higher on the bed and digging further into the mattress.

“more– hurts s-so goood,” your movements pause at the muffled voice. soft, whiny and so evidently his. taki must be fucking into his fleshlight again. what good timing, almost like he was listening in. your eyebrows pulled together from the pleasure, vibe now on the highest setting pressing harshly against your swollen pussy. instantly, you throw your head back crying in pure ecstasy.

“f-fuuuck– oh god, oh god!”

his moans bled from the other room into yours making you all the more aware of the orgasm washing over his body. “need to be in youuu, pretty.” you felt your hips twitch involuntarily against the toy hearing the pet name. heat flooded your face, nails scrambling to tug at the disheveled bedding.

you couldn’t seem to focus anymore. your head filled with the pornographic sounds that bounced on your walls–low buzzing from your toy vibrator, broken sobs leaking from taki’s lips, the soft, wet squelching of cum being fucked into repeatedly, and you own shaky whimpers stifled by the shirt you hiked up to aggressively bite down on. the noise vibrated straight through you, huffing and puffing at the groans your roommate choked out.

“haaaah– too much…” you whimpered, drool sopping the fabric that fell as your mouth hung open, no longer caring if he or your neighbors could hear you. what if he was waiting for you to touch yourself? could he be listening to you moan? see you through that sliver by your door? the rush of inappropriate thoughts only made the feeling worse, deepening the image of taki–sweating in bed, arm over his eyes that shut in pleasure, mouth falling open to make you blatantly aware of the high-pitched sounds that tore from his throat. hips snapping erratically, fleshlight spilling with cum with his dick slipping in and out, pushing himself to another violent orgasm.

“nghhh–! g-gonna cum,” you choked out, voice cracking into a sob. you fell to your side, curling into yourself with your thighs roughly clenched together, vibrations only causing your body to stiffen. the sounds deafen and your vision whites out as your orgasm crashed over you, pussy fluttering around the cold air with waves of pleasure tearing through.

“c-cum for me, pretty… yes, fuuuck–” taki’s broken whimper rang in your ears before silence resonated in the space. you could feel it, the way your cunt kept clenching against nothing, slowly pushing your cum out till it dripped into your sheets. your ceiling stared back at you, body tuckered out from the most wrongfully delicious orgasm.

“oh what have i done?” you stared your door down, wishing it would just come alive and smack some sense into you. you had just gotten off to your roommate without his knowledge, and you’re pretty sure he did the same thing with you. he left you breathless, legs trembling and still craving for more. the cool air kissed your burning skin, cum slowly dripping from your hole pooling around the abandoned vibe. “taki can never know about this.”

then there was his excessively nice personality. chasing after you with his tail tucked between his legs offering to help you with everything.

“taki, are you sure? i can always just go to a professional for this.”

he dripped the oil into his hands, gently massaging it into his hands. the smell of eucalyptus and essential oils diffused throughout the living space. “trust me, i’m great with my hands. this is also way cheaper than those private spas.” you knew he was right, and even if living with him was less expensive than your old place it wouldn’t hurt for you to save a few bucks. plus, it was just a massage. simple.

you laid yourself down, breath hitching as he unbuttoned your turnt shirt that you insisted on wearing backwards to protect your front half. this is fine. totally fine. completely, absolutely– a heavy weight beared down on your behind, the hard muscles of his thighs sitting atop caging you in between him, heat drastically spreading across like sparks. not fine! not fine at all! “taki… you better not be getting any ideas.”

his oiled fingers pressed into your lower back, two thumbs pressing along the edge of your spine before easing upwards. his calloused fingers kneaded your muscles, fat cushioning around his hands as he rolled the knots from the fleshier areas by your back and ass. the slow drag on his fingertips across your skin burned your skin, sensitivity building from the featherlight touches. a chuckle that started as a deep rumble in his throat slipped out into a husky breath, “calm down, pretty.”

he fixed his position, sighing in relief at the feeling of settling himself right by your ass. clothed dick selfishly weighing heavy between your cheeks. it was so hot. if you closed your eyes you could almost feel it dripping onto you, panties slowly soaking itself the longer he stayed massaging you. “nghhh– harder,” you whined as he pressed a particularly tense knot out with his knuckle, sniffles leaving your nose at the delectable pain.

“hurts, huh?” he cooed, mockery lining his tone as he pushed himself further into your backside, touches pressing harder to elicit more broken whimpers and whines from your mouth. “let it all out, baby.” you silently nodded, feelings colliding and folds slick with wetness knowing that roommates are not supposed to be this close.

it only got worse the closer you two got. taki was like this clingy puppy that desperately craved for your validation and affection. it truly didn’t matter how minor the action was, he would always go out of his way to lend his assistance. even if it ended up with him accidentally getting hurt.

a pained hiss reached your ears, frown deepening while you continued to cautiously dab antiseptic around the cut. the open wound slowly began to accumulate blood again despite being washed with soap just moments ago. it was a clear tear of skin located at the bottom of his palm, a clean but deep cut that was caused by a slip of the kitchen knife. ironically from the “chef” between you two.

“shit– i’m sorry,” he apologised, teeth biting into the plush fat of his bottom lip.

you glanced at him, eyes already focusing on your features with the utmost steadiness. even with the pain that struck from his hand, force consistently pushing down around the wound, his eyebrows tensed with care as he looked at you. “why are you apologising dummy? it was just an accident. damnit! i knew we should’ve just ordered in instead of cooking. idiot…”

“don’t be too upset, pretty. it’ll heal,” he eyes relaxed, smiling at the way you gently covered the wound with a band-aid covered with teddy bears. “kiss it better?”

it was supposed to be a joke. when he brought his hand up to your mouth, pout so evidently exaggerated, you both knew it was a joke. so pray tell, why on earth did you cradle his hand in yours and lean in to kiss it? glossy lips pressing against the plaster covered wound, warm breath sinking into his flesh. his breath hitched, eyes darkened at your boldness before forcing the palm further into your lips. “mmph–!” your eyes widened, quickly pulling back with a faint mmch sound that hauntingly lingered in his ears.

nervous under his gaze, you dropped his hand and turned away to pack the supplies back into the first aid kit, refusing to pay mind to the way he sat there staring at the palm of his hand. his heart raced, hands clamming up and dick twitching at the sight of your sticky lipgloss that stained his skin a pretty pink. he was paralyzed, the devil on his shoulder whispering thoughts of what those lips would look like wrapped around his thick cock, choking moans down as he forces you to take more down your throat.

why did you do that? what is actually the matter with you? no no, it was an accident. an innocent gesture… surely he thinks so too.

and yet, even after discovering all those quirks of his, you couldn’t stand the thought of pulling away from him. so what if the boundaries and behavior of normal roommates were disregarded here and there? it didn’t matter. it also didn’t help that he sounded so pleasant.

breath falling and rising as he overstimulated himself to the idea of you, voice returning to its infuriatingly shy tone as soon as he sees you acting as if nothing happened in his bedroom. you refused to hate him, especially knowing he would never do anything that actually made you uncomfortable. after all, it was just taki.

sweet, lovable, and affectionate taki.

while your knowledge of his twisted acts grew, so did the fire within him. every moment with you only fanned the flame, corrupting his mind with images and tests to see when you would crack, finally letting him indulge in his sick desires. you’ve held out this long, but tonight he would find the perfect excuse for you to finally give in.

“can i join you?” a harmless question from your messy haired roommate, absentmindedly nodding before patting the spot beside you. movie nights, a classic occasion that frequently happened in the apartment. you tucked your feet under yourself, toes curling in to sustain that warm as your body unintentionally leans closer to him. “kimi no nawa again?”

you huffed and shoved his shoulder as soon as he plopped himself down, “yes, again! it’s a good movie.”

“i’m not complaining, yn. i like it too.” he laughed, a surprisingly warm and bright sound, mixing in with the audio coming from the speakers. evening light filtered through the curtains, barely lighting up the room in white light. he shifted on the couch, choosing to lie his head on your lap before “casually” scrolling through the feed on his phone. you’ve become accustomed to his touchy self at this point, finding it natural the way his hands always found an excuse to touch you.

your hands easily find their way into his hair. a fading ash brown that looked a little too long, desperately in need of a haircut, but felt soft all throughout on your fingertips rather than sharp, brittle ends. he hummed in response to the gentle touch, muscles loosening into the cushions. “i should cut my hair soon huh.” he flicked the pale bangs that tickled his eyelashes, irritated at the way it kept falling back into place like a persistent cowlick.

“is that a threat?”

he snorted in amusement, briefly looking up at you whose eyes were already on him. “i’m being serious.” he reveled at how you studied his features, thumb following his thick brows until it grazed his lashes. it fluttered at the ticklish feeling, falling shut at your touch.

“so am i. keep it. you’re already handsome like this.” he smiled, brain tingling at the soft politeness in your voice.

moments pass and the peace remains the same with your eyes having moved to stay on the screen, occupied with the scene of mitsuha hanging with her friends by the school. how they relished their high school days, lazing on benches during lunches, riding bikes over town. taki, however, seemed to be more preoccupied with the thin fabric of your cotton shorts riding up your plush thighs. the design, simple and clean, irritated him beyond end. a little rough as he palmed the cotton noticing the few pills that gathered showing its repeated use over your stay here. pale buttons and ribbon that served no purpose other than pure temptation towards the male.

his fingers traced lazy circles on your skin, never leaving for a moment. “aren’t you cold, baby? you’re barely wearing anything.” he commented, breaking the peaceful atmosphere and your concentration. his cheek puffed out making his overall appearance look wholesome. like a puppy who could do no wrong.

“not really, your hoodie’s keeping me cozy, thank you very much. plus you’re pretty warm yourself so that helps.” his hoodie. you asked to borrow it a while back and it looked so good on you that he never even tried to ask for it back. a small way of marking you his. the flush on his face darkened, fingers slowing to a stop.

yn’s skin is so soft. i could just– hooooo.

“taki– stop that…”

he bit his lip embarrassed, but still not stopping his ministrations. he was just blowing a bit of warm air to heat up your skin, no harm. “what? i-i’m just trying to keep you warm, yn. just like you said.” he turned his head, lips brushing close to your inner thigh sending a shiver down your spine. his tongue peaked out, a smidge of saliva cooling your skin.

“ki–! seriously, it feels weird…” you finally gave up on scolding him, body decompressing at the sight of him shutting his phone with a huff tossing it on the coffee table with a clunk. he repositioned himself back to his “normal,” face nosing against your front as if it were a completely routine habit between you two. “oi–”

“just focus on the movie, pretty. wanna rest for a while.” he murmured against your thigh, wrapping his arms around your hips, pulling himself closer. while the shirt stayed loose, collar showing his defined collarbones, it looked to be one size too small, biceps constrained against the sleeves of the black top. shit. the warmth between your legs was getting harder to ignore. stop looking, you weirdo. you rolled your eyes, heartbeat pulsing in your throat hoping that he couldn’t smell the wetness that soaked your panties the longer he tirelessly insisted on staying in that position.

stillness took over, movie playing in the background. this was absolute torture. you kept glancing at the clock hand ticking away, the walls plain as usual, and the movie which was no longer being listened to. anything that could distract you from the growing wetness that flooded your shorts. it had been ten minutes since he last teased you and because you refused to spare a glance in his direction, you had no clue if the drool was coming from his sleep or from your own arousal.

“ki? they’re researching the town in the library now. it’s your favourite scene. you should wake up now.”

silence.

the words hung in the air, waiting for a response. your skin felt like it was burning, short huffs hitting the skin every other second, making the sensation worse. his neck flushed crimson, legs only getting stickier from the hot air coming from his mouth. “taki?” you ran your fingers through his messy locks to lightly tilt his head the slightest part back.

“n-no–!”

there he was. drool dripped from the corners of his lips painting your skin with a glossy sheen that reflected the light seeping from the outside world. eyes fogged with a dusty cloud of lust, staring unsteadily into the mess coating your inner thighs and shorts.

he whimpered at the exposure of his actions, voice cracking as he tried to defend himself. “ahhhh—! ‘m sorry, pretty. you just smelled so good. was practically leaking straight from the source, i-i just wanted a little taste.”

mortification, craving, fervour, shame, scrutiny. a complete wave of emotions washed over your body, each one continuing to mess with your head. your hand faltered. taki, taking advantage of your weakness, immediately dived back in, sucking and lapping at the sopping fabric. wet slurping filled your ears the more intense he tongued at the fabric. he ignored the way your eyes drilled holes into his sorry self, actions overwritten with the desire to memorize the faint taste of the nectar that seeped through your clothes.

your hand settled in his hair, tugging him back once again to gawk at the disheveled individual, cheeks glowing with a rosy tint. why was he so pretty like this? a disgusting pervert of a roommate who could no longer hide his impure desperate intentions towards you.

“y-you shouldn’t be doing this, taki. no… y-you’re my friend. this isn’t supposed to happen!”

three and a half months. you have had to deal with his sick behavior for three and a half months, and what do you get in return? nothing but a pussy drunk freak submitting to his inner thoughts. “don’t make this weird, taki. please—”

nails sharply dug into your skin, hissing in pain at the harsh grip of the male. reality slowly snapped back into him, but it served no help. he was too far gone. too close to his goal. “just a taste, pretty. o-one lick is all i need at the least…” your eyes searched his, trying to find any semblance of sanity only to return with nothing but desperate frenzy. “your promise… you agreed to help me out whenever i needed it. you p-promised me that, yn.”

is he seriously holding you to that shit?

“i need this. please, pretty. ca-can i?” his hand dragged over the hoodie, down the seam of your shorts until it reached your covered core. the fabric, once an opaque white, had become a sheer colour, translucent enough to reveal the pastel pink panties you wore. he shakily stroked the damp fabric, sucking in a breath at the sudden jerk of your hips towards his hand. “fuck… you want this just as much as i do. let me make this pussy feel good, yn.”

you wanted to stop him. scream in horror at the depraved sight… but you couldn’t.

maybe it was the way he looked. gaze relentless, eyes yearning deeply, obsessed at the chance of having you. he didn’t smile, not the smallest quirk of his lips. hands rubbing your skin nice and slow, a sad attempt at making you admit defeat.

and it was working. no matter how disgusted you were with him, hating the ignorance you played those few months, you were one of the same. you were going to let him have you. you knew it and so did he. so why are you still resisting?

his heart stuttered. nerves rattling him inside. please give in, pretty.

“o-okay, just a quick taste…” with your hand turning limp in his hair, taki swallowed adam's apple bobbing. he adjusted your positions, your back now settling against the piled pillows by the arm of the couch as he spread your legs, revealing the damp spot to both your eyes and the cold air. fucking finally!

the grip on your thighs tensed, his tongue lolling out before gradually following the bumps of the threaded seams sending small shots of pleasure to your core. “oh nghhh—! t-taki, don’t tease.” he grinned, a wicked smile framing his face as he ignored your protests to savour the taste of you on his lips. he leaned in, nose dragging along the material only making the sensation more painfully hot.

“hahhh, more—” you gasped, voice breaking with need.

“look who’s desperate now.” he said, tone firm and mocking. “patience, baby. we’ve got the whole night ahead. no need to rush just because your poor pussy can’t wait to be licked.”

“nghhh—!” he softly slapped the wet fabric, coated in a mixture of his sticky saliva and your arousal. sparks ran across your skin at the sudden strike of his hand. you forced your eyes shut, teeth digging down hard enough to draw a bead of blood. it was cruel. the moment you gave in, he had you in the palm of his hand. his little plaything.

it’s slow. cotton shorts slipping down your legs, panties following suit with a string of arousal clinging to the darkened fabric. he tossed the soiled shorts behind him with disregard, but held the panties in his open palm. you thought he would toss it away, put it aside or even tuck it in his pocket. anything reasonable. instead, he let it dangle from his finger, lifting it for the light to hit and highlight the different tones and shades, how it creased it certain areas, the scent that slowly exuded notes of musk and sugar, almost a honeyed sweetness that could change his brain chemistry with a single inhale.

you gasped as your sight centered on cum flashing a pearlescent white only reflecting brighter from the ceiling light. “sto—” he shifted his weight, pushing you back, hand strong between your tits, clenching the woven material of his hoodie.

with your panties in hand, he brought it up to his face taking a deep inhale. obnoxious. embarrassing. depraved. a loud whine escaped your lips, fingers grappling his ash brown hair to pull him far away from the rotten thing. you were ashamed at the lustful view, at the way his infatuation with you only made you wetter. “s-shit, yn!” he moaned, eyes tearing up at the sharp, stinging sensation coming from his head. the pressure pulled blood straight to his dick, pain only turning him on as he felt the control in the room drastically shift.

“you’re a fucking pervert. say it.”

your anger fell on deaf ears, whimpers and choked up whines slipping one after the other the harder you pulled at the strands. “fucking say it!”

“i-im a pervert! your pervert. o-only yours, pretty. only yours…”

his whines were quickly shut up with a tug of his hair towards your exposed pussy, slick glistening and pooling below you. so close. smells like heaven. he eyed the little pearl that beaded on your clit. it was calling to him, begging to be licked clean. “please, baby. i’ll be so good for you.” he continued, face trying to push forward for a lick.

you feigned a pout, your own breath catching as he sniffled upset with your cruelty. give and take, right? “please.”

his face neared the bead, lips licking nervously, hunger laced in his gaze as it looked up at you for permission. he would obey, seeking to please you over and over until your mind entered a subspace. your grip loosened, a signal he took, tongue darting out before languidly licking a fat stripe through your folds. a shaky groan escaped his slick lips. eyes rolled to the back of his head as soon as your taste invaded his mouth. pure sugar melting on the tip of his tongue, tastebuds tingling like it was his last meal. “th-thank you–yes… thank you, pretty.”

his mouth sealed around your clit, moist heat running over your skin as he sucked with thorough tenderness that made your legs squeeze around his head, hairs tickling your thighs while you suffocated the poor man of any available air. “oh, god…” voice cracking, thick shaky finger hesitantly prodding at your entrance. inch by inch, his finger was enveloped by your wet heat.

“my pretty baby can take another, can’t you?”

a soft, shaky gasp escaped. quiet nods responding with tears brimming your eyes. he smiled against your cunt, dragging more long, sloppy stripes up your clit. words muffled against you shooting vibrations along your spine, spurring you on. “stooop–! no, wait… nghhh–”

he slid the second one in, pushing them deep into your cunt, listening to you pathetically whine as he harshly curls them up. “so good for me.” eyes fluttered shut, needy whimpers echoing in your head. eager licks, tongue dragging heavy as he pressed his face deeper into you, suckling your clit swollen.

“taki–” you gasped, hands tugging him closer, arousal dripping all over his face. “w-wanna cum. pleeease.”

cheeks flushed a deep red, eyes dazed with lust. his tongue was relentless, struggling to breathe but desperate to have you flood his mouth. he sobbed against your soaked cunt, head throbbing from a mixture of his lack of oxygen and the sensation of your nails scratching his scalp as you near your orgasm.

your legs trembled, strong hands gripping it down to stop you from squirming away as the coil snaps, hips rutting heavily on his flattened tongue. “cu-cum, cumming! taki–nghhh!”

your body arched up into his mouth, fresh tears slipping down your cheeks, gushing thick, hot fluid into his mouth. his lashes fluttered, wet, obscene sounds spilling from his as he drank it up, tongue lapping you sensitive. you sniffled, hands slipping from his hair to push him away while your tremors eased.

he shifted his position, watching your chest rise and fall with a steady, rhythmic pattern. soft, lingering kisses littered up your neck, each one coating the spot with a sheen of saliva. a low chuckle rumbled through his chest at the sight of your half-lidded eyes, mouth agape trying to catch your breath. his thumb pulled your lip the slightest bit down, slotting his lips against yours.

“ahhhh–”

the warm taste of your cum and taki’s saliva filled your mouth, hands grasping his shirt tugging his closer. so this is what you tasted like. sweet cum, bitter chocolate, and something distinctly you. fuck.

heat trickled your skin, sweat dripping down, cum squelching while you rubbed your thighs together. no more. too much. his tongue found its way inside, massaging against your own as he coated it with his taste. the air between you two felt hotter, taki’s hand guiding yours down his body to rest on his bulge. damp against your palm, your thumb gently rubbed at the wet patch. he threw his head back with a loud moan, a string of spit connecting you two threatening to break.

you felt dizzy, body consumed with his touch. he thrusted up into your hand, leaning in to bite your lip. “taki–! i-i can’t…”

“tapping out already, pretty? but we’ve barely gotten started.” oh fuck me.

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“it’s fine. i’m used to your sweat by now,” despite his rushed pleas, you easily unlocked the door, nostrils immediately being hit with the sticky scent of cum, humidity, and taki’s cologne. the air was thick with its scent. warm, salty, and a little musky–a sickly mixture that caused nerves to run down straight to your thighs at the realization of what ‘exercise’ he was actually doing. you stepped inside, the hot air of post-sex only enveloping you more, and calmly turned around to face him.

“it smells fine. seriously taki, you had me worried for a sec.”

he sighed a breath that he didn’t even know he was holding in, relief covering his expression at the innocent smile you flashed him before closing the door with a small thump. as his footsteps grew fainter, you felt yourself fall into the messy sheets. hands exploring the cloth knowing that it was probably gripped and pulled with rigour as he brought himself to his climax. heavy panting radiating within these very walls, hips stuttering with every thrust he did whilst fisting his cock. pathetically grinding into the fluffy sheets that were drenched in the sweet nectar of your scent, thighs shaking uncontrollably to push himself to another orgasm.

a huff slipped from your nibbled lips, nose nuzzling into the fabric before eyeing the rest of the room for changes. and there it was, right in your laundry basket, sitting atop the dirty pile like it had been there the whole time, but you knew better. your gray, lace-lined cotton panties. crumpled and most likely hurriedly shoved into the pile by the male you shared a living space with. you haven’t seen that particular article of clothing for the past five days and now it magically reappeared in your basket with a fresh pearly stain coating the front of the crotch. it glistened in the light, mocking you for your ignorance until then. “this cannot be a fucking coincidence.”

later came the sounds that accompanied it. ones that only seemed to get louder whenever you were getting off.

“oh fuck, n-need more please.” you moaned, moving the vibrator in slow, small circles around your clit, pressing harder on occasion to heighten the pleasure that caused goosebumps to scatter over your skin. your thumb flicked the button, moving up a setting that intensified the heat building in your lower half. whines slipped with every passing moment, feet hiking higher on the bed and digging further into the mattress.

“more– hurts s-so goood,” your movements pause at the muffled voice. soft, whiny and so evidently his. taki must be fucking into his fleshlight again. what good timing, almost like he was listening in. your eyebrows pulled together from the pleasure, vibe now on the highest setting pressing harshly against your swollen pussy. instantly, you throw your head back crying in pure ecstasy.

“f-fuuuck– oh god, oh god!”

his moans bled from the other room into yours making you all the more aware of the orgasm washing over his body. “need to be in youuu, pretty.” you felt your hips twitch involuntarily against the toy hearing the pet name. heat flooded your face, nails scrambling to tug at the disheveled bedding.

you couldn’t seem to focus anymore. your head filled with the pornographic sounds that bounced on your walls–low buzzing from your toy vibrator, broken sobs leaking from taki’s lips, the soft, wet squelching of cum being fucked into repeatedly, and you own shaky whimpers stifled by the shirt you hiked up to aggressively bite down on. the noise vibrated straight through you, huffing and puffing at the groans your roommate choked out.

“haaaah– too much…” you whimpered, drool sopping the fabric that fell as your mouth hung open, no longer caring if he or your neighbors could hear you. what if he was waiting for you to touch yourself? could he be listening to you moan? see you through that sliver by your door? the rush of inappropriate thoughts only made the feeling worse, deepening the image of taki–sweating in bed, arm over his eyes that shut in pleasure, mouth falling open to make you blatantly aware of the high-pitched sounds that tore from his throat. hips snapping erratically, fleshlight spilling with cum with his dick slipping in and out, pushing himself to another violent orgasm.

“nghhh–! g-gonna cum,” you choked out, voice cracking into a sob. you fell to your side, curling into yourself with your thighs roughly clenched together, vibrations only causing your body to stiffen. the sounds deafen and your vision whites out as your orgasm crashed over you, pussy fluttering around the cold air with waves of pleasure tearing through.

“c-cum for me, pretty… yes, fuuuck–” taki’s broken whimper rang in your ears before silence resonated in the space. you could feel it, the way your cunt kept clenching against nothing, slowly pushing your cum out till it dripped into your sheets. your ceiling stared back at you, body tuckered out from the most wrongfully delicious orgasm.

“oh what have i done?” you stared your door down, wishing it would just come alive and smack some sense into you. you had just gotten off to your roommate without his knowledge, and you’re pretty sure he did the same thing with you. he left you breathless, legs trembling and still craving for more. the cool air kissed your burning skin, cum slowly dripping from your hole pooling around the abandoned vibe. “taki can never know about this.”

then there was his excessively nice personality. chasing after you with his tail tucked between his legs offering to help you with everything.

“taki, are you sure? i can always just go to a professional for this.”

he dripped the oil into his hands, gently massaging it into his hands. the smell of eucalyptus and essential oils diffused throughout the living space. “trust me, i’m great with my hands. this is also way cheaper than those private spas.” you knew he was right, and even if living with him was less expensive than your old place it wouldn’t hurt for you to save a few bucks. plus, it was just a massage. simple.

you laid yourself down, breath hitching as he unbuttoned your turnt shirt that you insisted on wearing backwards to protect your front half. this is fine. totally fine. completely, absolutely– a heavy weight beared down on your behind, the hard muscles of his thighs sitting atop caging you in between him, heat drastically spreading across like sparks. not fine! not fine at all! “taki… you better not be getting any ideas.”

his oiled fingers pressed into your lower back, two thumbs pressing along the edge of your spine before easing upwards. his calloused fingers kneaded your muscles, fat cushioning around his hands as he rolled the knots from the fleshier areas by your back and ass. the slow drag on his fingertips across your skin burned your skin, sensitivity building from the featherlight touches. a chuckle that started as a deep rumble in his throat slipped out into a husky breath, “calm down, pretty.”

he fixed his position, sighing in relief at the feeling of settling himself right by your ass. clothed dick selfishly weighing heavy between your cheeks. it was so hot. if you closed your eyes you could almost feel it dripping onto you, panties slowly soaking itself the longer he stayed massaging you. “nghhh– harder,” you whined as he pressed a particularly tense knot out with his knuckle, sniffles leaving your nose at the delectable pain.

“hurts, huh?” he cooed, mockery lining his tone as he pushed himself further into your backside, touches pressing harder to elicit more broken whimpers and whines from your mouth. “let it all out, baby.” you silently nodded, feelings colliding and folds slick with wetness knowing that roommates are not supposed to be this close.

it only got worse the closer you two got. taki was like this clingy puppy that desperately craved for your validation and affection. it truly didn’t matter how minor the action was, he would always go out of his way to lend his assistance. even if it ended up with him accidentally getting hurt.

a pained hiss reached your ears, frown deepening while you continued to cautiously dab antiseptic around the cut. the open wound slowly began to accumulate blood again despite being washed with soap just moments ago. it was a clear tear of skin located at the bottom of his palm, a clean but deep cut that was caused by a slip of the kitchen knife. ironically from the “chef” between you two.

“shit– i’m sorry,” he apologised, teeth biting into the plush fat of his bottom lip.

you glanced at him, eyes already focusing on your features with the utmost steadiness. even with the pain that struck from his hand, force consistently pushing down around the wound, his eyebrows tensed with care as he looked at you. “why are you apologising dummy? it was just an accident. damnit! i knew we should’ve just ordered in instead of cooking. idiot…”

“don’t be too upset, pretty. it’ll heal,” he eyes relaxed, smiling at the way you gently covered the wound with a band-aid covered with teddy bears. “kiss it better?”

it was supposed to be a joke. when he brought his hand up to your mouth, pout so evidently exaggerated, you both knew it was a joke. so pray tell, why on earth did you cradle his hand in yours and lean in to kiss it? glossy lips pressing against the plaster covered wound, warm breath sinking into his flesh. his breath hitched, eyes darkened at your boldness before forcing the palm further into your lips. “mmph–!” your eyes widened, quickly pulling back with a faint mmch sound that hauntingly lingered in his ears.

nervous under his gaze, you dropped his hand and turned away to pack the supplies back into the first aid kit, refusing to pay mind to the way he sat there staring at the palm of his hand. his heart raced, hands clamming up and dick twitching at the sight of your sticky lipgloss that stained his skin a pretty pink. he was paralyzed, the devil on his shoulder whispering thoughts of what those lips would look like wrapped around his thick cock, choking moans down as he forces you to take more down your throat.

why did you do that? what is actually the matter with you? no no, it was an accident. an innocent gesture… surely he thinks so too.

and yet, even after discovering all those quirks of his, you couldn’t stand the thought of pulling away from him. so what if the boundaries and behavior of normal roommates were disregarded here and there? it didn’t matter. it also didn’t help that he sounded so pleasant.

breath falling and rising as he overstimulated himself to the idea of you, voice returning to its infuriatingly shy tone as soon as he sees you acting as if nothing happened in his bedroom. you refused to hate him, especially knowing he would never do anything that actually made you uncomfortable. after all, it was just taki.

sweet, lovable, and affectionate taki.

while your knowledge of his twisted acts grew, so did the fire within him. every moment with you only fanned the flame, corrupting his mind with images and tests to see when you would crack, finally letting him indulge in his sick desires. you’ve held out this long, but tonight he would find the perfect excuse for you to finally give in.

“can i join you?” a harmless question from your messy haired roommate, absentmindedly nodding before patting the spot beside you. movie nights, a classic occasion that frequently happened in the apartment. you tucked your feet under yourself, toes curling in to sustain that warm as your body unintentionally leans closer to him. “kimi no nawa again?”

you huffed and shoved his shoulder as soon as he plopped himself down, “yes, again! it’s a good movie.”

“i’m not complaining, yn. i like it too.” he laughed, a surprisingly warm and bright sound, mixing in with the audio coming from the speakers. evening light filtered through the curtains, barely lighting up the room in white light. he shifted on the couch, choosing to lie his head on your lap before “casually” scrolling through the feed on his phone. you’ve become accustomed to his touchy self at this point, finding it natural the way his hands always found an excuse to touch you.

your hands easily find their way into his hair. a fading ash brown that looked a little too long, desperately in need of a haircut, but felt soft all throughout on your fingertips rather than sharp, brittle ends. he hummed in response to the gentle touch, muscles loosening into the cushions. “i should cut my hair soon huh.” he flicked the pale bangs that tickled his eyelashes, irritated at the way it kept falling back into place like a persistent cowlick.

“is that a threat?”

he snorted in amusement, briefly looking up at you whose eyes were already on him. “i’m being serious.” he reveled at how you studied his features, thumb following his thick brows until it grazed his lashes. it fluttered at the ticklish feeling, falling shut at your touch.

“so am i. keep it. you’re already handsome like this.” he smiled, brain tingling at the soft politeness in your voice.

moments pass and the peace remains the same with your eyes having moved to stay on the screen, occupied with the scene of mitsuha hanging with her friends by the school. how they relished their high school days, lazing on benches during lunches, riding bikes over town. taki, however, seemed to be more preoccupied with the thin fabric of your cotton shorts riding up your plush thighs. the design, simple and clean, irritated him beyond end. a little rough as he palmed the cotton noticing the few pills that gathered showing its repeated use over your stay here. pale buttons and ribbon that served no purpose other than pure temptation towards the male.

his fingers traced lazy circles on your skin, never leaving for a moment. “aren’t you cold, baby? you’re barely wearing anything.” he commented, breaking the peaceful atmosphere and your concentration. his cheek puffed out making his overall appearance look wholesome. like a puppy who could do no wrong.

“not really, your hoodie’s keeping me cozy, thank you very much. plus you’re pretty warm yourself so that helps.” his hoodie. you asked to borrow it a while back and it looked so good on you that he never even tried to ask for it back. a small way of marking you his. the flush on his face darkened, fingers slowing to a stop.

yn’s skin is so soft. i could just– hooooo.

“taki– stop that…”

he bit his lip embarrassed, but still not stopping his ministrations. he was just blowing a bit of warm air to heat up your skin, no harm. “what? i-i’m just trying to keep you warm, yn. just like you said.” he turned his head, lips brushing close to your inner thigh sending a shiver down your spine. his tongue peaked out, a smidge of saliva cooling your skin.

“ki–! seriously, it feels weird…” you finally gave up on scolding him, body decompressing at the sight of him shutting his phone with a huff tossing it on the coffee table with a clunk. he repositioned himself back to his “normal,” face nosing against your front as if it were a completely routine habit between you two. “oi–”

“just focus on the movie, pretty. wanna rest for a while.” he murmured against your thigh, wrapping his arms around your hips, pulling himself closer. while the shirt stayed loose, collar showing his defined collarbones, it looked to be one size too small, biceps constrained against the sleeves of the black top. shit. the warmth between your legs was getting harder to ignore. stop looking, you weirdo. you rolled your eyes, heartbeat pulsing in your throat hoping that he couldn’t smell the wetness that soaked your panties the longer he tirelessly insisted on staying in that position.

stillness took over, movie playing in the background. this was absolute torture. you kept glancing at the clock hand ticking away, the walls plain as usual, and the movie which was no longer being listened to. anything that could distract you from the growing wetness that flooded your shorts. it had been ten minutes since he last teased you and because you refused to spare a glance in his direction, you had no clue if the drool was coming from his sleep or from your own arousal.

“ki? they’re researching the town in the library now. it’s your favourite scene. you should wake up now.”

silence.

the words hung in the air, waiting for a response. your skin felt like it was burning, short huffs hitting the skin every other second, making the sensation worse. his neck flushed crimson, legs only getting stickier from the hot air coming from his mouth. “taki?” you ran your fingers through his messy locks to lightly tilt his head the slightest part back.

“n-no–!”

there he was. drool dripped from the corners of his lips painting your skin with a glossy sheen that reflected the light seeping from the outside world. eyes fogged with a dusty cloud of lust, staring unsteadily into the mess coating your inner thighs and shorts.

he whimpered at the exposure of his actions, voice cracking as he tried to defend himself. “ahhhh—! ‘m sorry, pretty. you just smelled so good. was practically leaking straight from the source, i-i just wanted a little taste.”

mortification, craving, fervour, shame, scrutiny. a complete wave of emotions washed over your body, each one continuing to mess with your head. your hand faltered. taki, taking advantage of your weakness, immediately dived back in, sucking and lapping at the sopping fabric. wet slurping filled your ears the more intense he tongued at the fabric. he ignored the way your eyes drilled holes into his sorry self, actions overwritten with the desire to memorize the faint taste of the nectar that seeped through your clothes.

your hand settled in his hair, tugging him back once again to gawk at the disheveled individual, cheeks glowing with a rosy tint. why was he so pretty like this? a disgusting pervert of a roommate who could no longer hide his impure desperate intentions towards you.

“y-you shouldn’t be doing this, taki. no… y-you’re my friend. this isn’t supposed to happen!”

three and a half months. you have had to deal with his sick behavior for three and a half months, and what do you get in return? nothing but a pussy drunk freak submitting to his inner thoughts. “don’t make this weird, taki. please—”

nails sharply dug into your skin, hissing in pain at the harsh grip of the male. reality slowly snapped back into him, but it served no help. he was too far gone. too close to his goal. “just a taste, pretty. o-one lick is all i need at the least…” your eyes searched his, trying to find any semblance of sanity only to return with nothing but desperate frenzy. “your promise… you agreed to help me out whenever i needed it. you p-promised me that, yn.”

is he seriously holding you to that shit?

“i need this. please, pretty. ca-can i?” his hand dragged over the hoodie, down the seam of your shorts until it reached your covered core. the fabric, once an opaque white, had become a sheer colour, translucent enough to reveal the pastel pink panties you wore. he shakily stroked the damp fabric, sucking in a breath at the sudden jerk of your hips towards his hand. “fuck… you want this just as much as i do. let me make this pussy feel good, yn.”

you wanted to stop him. scream in horror at the depraved sight… but you couldn’t.

maybe it was the way he looked. gaze relentless, eyes yearning deeply, obsessed at the chance of having you. he didn’t smile, not the smallest quirk of his lips. hands rubbing your skin nice and slow, a sad attempt at making you admit defeat.

and it was working. no matter how disgusted you were with him, hating the ignorance you played those few months, you were one of the same. you were going to let him have you. you knew it and so did he. so why are you still resisting?

his heart stuttered. nerves rattling him inside. please give in, pretty.

“o-okay, just a quick taste…” with your hand turning limp in his hair, taki swallowed adam's apple bobbing. he adjusted your positions, your back now settling against the piled pillows by the arm of the couch as he spread your legs, revealing the damp spot to both your eyes and the cold air. fucking finally!

the grip on your thighs tensed, his tongue lolling out before gradually following the bumps of the threaded seams sending small shots of pleasure to your core. “oh nghhh—! t-taki, don’t tease.” he grinned, a wicked smile framing his face as he ignored your protests to savour the taste of you on his lips. he leaned in, nose dragging along the material only making the sensation more painfully hot.

“hahhh, more—” you gasped, voice breaking with need.

“look who’s desperate now.” he said, tone firm and mocking. “patience, baby. we’ve got the whole night ahead. no need to rush just because your poor pussy can’t wait to be licked.”

“nghhh—!” he softly slapped the wet fabric, coated in a mixture of his sticky saliva and your arousal. sparks ran across your skin at the sudden strike of his hand. you forced your eyes shut, teeth digging down hard enough to draw a bead of blood. it was cruel. the moment you gave in, he had you in the palm of his hand. his little plaything.

it’s slow. cotton shorts slipping down your legs, panties following suit with a string of arousal clinging to the darkened fabric. he tossed the soiled shorts behind him with disregard, but held the panties in his open palm. you thought he would toss it away, put it aside or even tuck it in his pocket. anything reasonable. instead, he let it dangle from his finger, lifting it for the light to hit and highlight the different tones and shades, how it creased it certain areas, the scent that slowly exuded notes of musk and sugar, almost a honeyed sweetness that could change his brain chemistry with a single inhale.

you gasped as your sight centered on cum flashing a pearlescent white only reflecting brighter from the ceiling light. “sto—” he shifted his weight, pushing you back, hand strong between your tits, clenching the woven material of his hoodie.

with your panties in hand, he brought it up to his face taking a deep inhale. obnoxious. embarrassing. depraved. a loud whine escaped your lips, fingers grappling his ash brown hair to pull him far away from the rotten thing. you were ashamed at the lustful view, at the way his infatuation with you only made you wetter. “s-shit, yn!” he moaned, eyes tearing up at the sharp, stinging sensation coming from his head. the pressure pulled blood straight to his dick, pain only turning him on as he felt the control in the room drastically shift.

“you’re a fucking pervert. say it.”

your anger fell on deaf ears, whimpers and choked up whines slipping one after the other the harder you pulled at the strands. “fucking say it!”

“i-im a pervert! your pervert. o-only yours, pretty. only yours…”

his whines were quickly shut up with a tug of his hair towards your exposed pussy, slick glistening and pooling below you. so close. smells like heaven. he eyed the little pearl that beaded on your clit. it was calling to him, begging to be licked clean. “please, baby. i’ll be so good for you.” he continued, face trying to push forward for a lick.

you feigned a pout, your own breath catching as he sniffled upset with your cruelty. give and take, right? “please.”

his face neared the bead, lips licking nervously, hunger laced in his gaze as it looked up at you for permission. he would obey, seeking to please you over and over until your mind entered a subspace. your grip loosened, a signal he took, tongue darting out before languidly licking a fat stripe through your folds. a shaky groan escaped his slick lips. eyes rolled to the back of his head as soon as your taste invaded his mouth. pure sugar melting on the tip of his tongue, tastebuds tingling like it was his last meal. “th-thank you–yes… thank you, pretty.”

his mouth sealed around your clit, moist heat running over your skin as he sucked with thorough tenderness that made your legs squeeze around his head, hairs tickling your thighs while you suffocated the poor man of any available air. “oh, god…” voice cracking, thick shaky finger hesitantly prodding at your entrance. inch by inch, his finger was enveloped by your wet heat.

“my pretty baby can take another, can’t you?”

a soft, shaky gasp escaped. quiet nods responding with tears brimming your eyes. he smiled against your cunt, dragging more long, sloppy stripes up your clit. words muffled against you shooting vibrations along your spine, spurring you on. “stooop–! no, wait… nghhh–”

he slid the second one in, pushing them deep into your cunt, listening to you pathetically whine as he harshly curls them up. “so good for me.” eyes fluttered shut, needy whimpers echoing in your head. eager licks, tongue dragging heavy as he pressed his face deeper into you, suckling your clit swollen.

“taki–” you gasped, hands tugging him closer, arousal dripping all over his face. “w-wanna cum. pleeease.”

cheeks flushed a deep red, eyes dazed with lust. his tongue was relentless, struggling to breathe but desperate to have you flood his mouth. he sobbed against your soaked cunt, head throbbing from a mixture of his lack of oxygen and the sensation of your nails scratching his scalp as you near your orgasm.

your legs trembled, strong hands gripping it down to stop you from squirming away as the coil snaps, hips rutting heavily on his flattened tongue. “cu-cum, cumming! taki–nghhh!”

your body arched up into his mouth, fresh tears slipping down your cheeks, gushing thick, hot fluid into his mouth. his lashes fluttered, wet, obscene sounds spilling from his as he drank it up, tongue lapping you sensitive. you sniffled, hands slipping from his hair to push him away while your tremors eased.

he shifted his position, watching your chest rise and fall with a steady, rhythmic pattern. soft, lingering kisses littered up your neck, each one coating the spot with a sheen of saliva. a low chuckle rumbled through his chest at the sight of your half-lidded eyes, mouth agape trying to catch your breath. his thumb pulled your lip the slightest bit down, slotting his lips against yours.

“ahhhh–”

the warm taste of your cum and taki’s saliva filled your mouth, hands grasping his shirt tugging his closer. so this is what you tasted like. sweet cum, bitter chocolate, and something distinctly you. fuck.

heat trickled your skin, sweat dripping down, cum squelching while you rubbed your thighs together. no more. too much. his tongue found its way inside, massaging against your own as he coated it with his taste. the air between you two felt hotter, taki’s hand guiding yours down his body to rest on his bulge. damp against your palm, your thumb gently rubbed at the wet patch. he threw his head back with a loud moan, a string of spit connecting you two threatening to break.

you felt dizzy, body consumed with his touch. he thrusted up into your hand, leaning in to bite your lip. “taki–! i-i can’t…”

“tapping out already, pretty? but we’ve barely gotten started.” oh fuck me.

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“it’s fine. i’m used to your sweat by now,” despite his rushed pleas, you easily unlocked the door, nostrils immediately being hit with the sticky scent of cum, humidity, and taki’s cologne. the air was thick with its scent. warm, salty, and a little musky–a sickly mixture that caused nerves to run down straight to your thighs at the realization of what ‘exercise’ he was actually doing. you stepped inside, the hot air of post-sex only enveloping you more, and calmly turned around to face him.

“it smells fine. seriously taki, you had me worried for a sec.”

he sighed a breath that he didn’t even know he was holding in, relief covering his expression at the innocent smile you flashed him before closing the door with a small thump. as his footsteps grew fainter, you felt yourself fall into the messy sheets. hands exploring the cloth knowing that it was probably gripped and pulled with rigour as he brought himself to his climax. heavy panting radiating within these very walls, hips stuttering with every thrust he did whilst fisting his cock. pathetically grinding into the fluffy sheets that were drenched in the sweet nectar of your scent, thighs shaking uncontrollably to push himself to another orgasm.

a huff slipped from your nibbled lips, nose nuzzling into the fabric before eyeing the rest of the room for changes. and there it was, right in your laundry basket, sitting atop the dirty pile like it had been there the whole time, but you knew better. your gray, lace-lined cotton panties. crumpled and most likely hurriedly shoved into the pile by the male you shared a living space with. you haven’t seen that particular article of clothing for the past five days and now it magically reappeared in your basket with a fresh pearly stain coating the front of the crotch. it glistened in the light, mocking you for your ignorance until then. “this cannot be a fucking coincidence.”

later came the sounds that accompanied it. ones that only seemed to get louder whenever you were getting off.

“oh fuck, n-need more please.” you moaned, moving the vibrator in slow, small circles around your clit, pressing harder on occasion to heighten the pleasure that caused goosebumps to scatter over your skin. your thumb flicked the button, moving up a setting that intensified the heat building in your lower half. whines slipped with every passing moment, feet hiking higher on the bed and digging further into the mattress.

“more– hurts s-so goood,” your movements pause at the muffled voice. soft, whiny and so evidently his. taki must be fucking into his fleshlight again. what good timing, almost like he was listening in. your eyebrows pulled together from the pleasure, vibe now on the highest setting pressing harshly against your swollen pussy. instantly, you throw your head back crying in pure ecstasy.

“f-fuuuck– oh god, oh god!”

his moans bled from the other room into yours making you all the more aware of the orgasm washing over his body. “need to be in youuu, pretty.” you felt your hips twitch involuntarily against the toy hearing the pet name. heat flooded your face, nails scrambling to tug at the disheveled bedding.

you couldn’t seem to focus anymore. your head filled with the pornographic sounds that bounced on your walls–low buzzing from your toy vibrator, broken sobs leaking from taki’s lips, the soft, wet squelching of cum being fucked into repeatedly, and you own shaky whimpers stifled by the shirt you hiked up to aggressively bite down on. the noise vibrated straight through you, huffing and puffing at the groans your roommate choked out.

“haaaah– too much…” you whimpered, drool sopping the fabric that fell as your mouth hung open, no longer caring if he or your neighbors could hear you. what if he was waiting for you to touch yourself? could he be listening to you moan? see you through that sliver by your door? the rush of inappropriate thoughts only made the feeling worse, deepening the image of taki–sweating in bed, arm over his eyes that shut in pleasure, mouth falling open to make you blatantly aware of the high-pitched sounds that tore from his throat. hips snapping erratically, fleshlight spilling with cum with his dick slipping in and out, pushing himself to another violent orgasm.

“nghhh–! g-gonna cum,” you choked out, voice cracking into a sob. you fell to your side, curling into yourself with your thighs roughly clenched together, vibrations only causing your body to stiffen. the sounds deafen and your vision whites out as your orgasm crashed over you, pussy fluttering around the cold air with waves of pleasure tearing through.

“c-cum for me, pretty… yes, fuuuck–” taki’s broken whimper rang in your ears before silence resonated in the space. you could feel it, the way your cunt kept clenching against nothing, slowly pushing your cum out till it dripped into your sheets. your ceiling stared back at you, body tuckered out from the most wrongfully delicious orgasm.

“oh what have i done?” you stared your door down, wishing it would just come alive and smack some sense into you. you had just gotten off to your roommate without his knowledge, and you’re pretty sure he did the same thing with you. he left you breathless, legs trembling and still craving for more. the cool air kissed your burning skin, cum slowly dripping from your hole pooling around the abandoned vibe. “taki can never know about this.”

then there was his excessively nice personality. chasing after you with his tail tucked between his legs offering to help you with everything.

“taki, are you sure? i can always just go to a professional for this.”

he dripped the oil into his hands, gently massaging it into his hands. the smell of eucalyptus and essential oils diffused throughout the living space. “trust me, i’m great with my hands. this is also way cheaper than those private spas.” you knew he was right, and even if living with him was less expensive than your old place it wouldn’t hurt for you to save a few bucks. plus, it was just a massage. simple.

you laid yourself down, breath hitching as he unbuttoned your turnt shirt that you insisted on wearing backwards to protect your front half. this is fine. totally fine. completely, absolutely– a heavy weight beared down on your behind, the hard muscles of his thighs sitting atop caging you in between him, heat drastically spreading across like sparks. not fine! not fine at all! “taki… you better not be getting any ideas.”

his oiled fingers pressed into your lower back, two thumbs pressing along the edge of your spine before easing upwards. his calloused fingers kneaded your muscles, fat cushioning around his hands as he rolled the knots from the fleshier areas by your back and ass. the slow drag on his fingertips across your skin burned your skin, sensitivity building from the featherlight touches. a chuckle that started as a deep rumble in his throat slipped out into a husky breath, “calm down, pretty.”

he fixed his position, sighing in relief at the feeling of settling himself right by your ass. clothed dick selfishly weighing heavy between your cheeks. it was so hot. if you closed your eyes you could almost feel it dripping onto you, panties slowly soaking itself the longer he stayed massaging you. “nghhh– harder,” you whined as he pressed a particularly tense knot out with his knuckle, sniffles leaving your nose at the delectable pain.

“hurts, huh?” he cooed, mockery lining his tone as he pushed himself further into your backside, touches pressing harder to elicit more broken whimpers and whines from your mouth. “let it all out, baby.” you silently nodded, feelings colliding and folds slick with wetness knowing that roommates are not supposed to be this close.

it only got worse the closer you two got. taki was like this clingy puppy that desperately craved for your validation and affection. it truly didn’t matter how minor the action was, he would always go out of his way to lend his assistance. even if it ended up with him accidentally getting hurt.

a pained hiss reached your ears, frown deepening while you continued to cautiously dab antiseptic around the cut. the open wound slowly began to accumulate blood again despite being washed with soap just moments ago. it was a clear tear of skin located at the bottom of his palm, a clean but deep cut that was caused by a slip of the kitchen knife. ironically from the “chef” between you two.

“shit– i’m sorry,” he apologised, teeth biting into the plush fat of his bottom lip.

you glanced at him, eyes already focusing on your features with the utmost steadiness. even with the pain that struck from his hand, force consistently pushing down around the wound, his eyebrows tensed with care as he looked at you. “why are you apologising dummy? it was just an accident. damnit! i knew we should’ve just ordered in instead of cooking. idiot…”

“don’t be too upset, pretty. it’ll heal,” he eyes relaxed, smiling at the way you gently covered the wound with a band-aid covered with teddy bears. “kiss it better?”

it was supposed to be a joke. when he brought his hand up to your mouth, pout so evidently exaggerated, you both knew it was a joke. so pray tell, why on earth did you cradle his hand in yours and lean in to kiss it? glossy lips pressing against the plaster covered wound, warm breath sinking into his flesh. his breath hitched, eyes darkened at your boldness before forcing the palm further into your lips. “mmph–!” your eyes widened, quickly pulling back with a faint mmch sound that hauntingly lingered in his ears.

nervous under his gaze, you dropped his hand and turned away to pack the supplies back into the first aid kit, refusing to pay mind to the way he sat there staring at the palm of his hand. his heart raced, hands clamming up and dick twitching at the sight of your sticky lipgloss that stained his skin a pretty pink. he was paralyzed, the devil on his shoulder whispering thoughts of what those lips would look like wrapped around his thick cock, choking moans down as he forces you to take more down your throat.

why did you do that? what is actually the matter with you? no no, it was an accident. an innocent gesture… surely he thinks so too.

and yet, even after discovering all those quirks of his, you couldn’t stand the thought of pulling away from him. so what if the boundaries and behavior of normal roommates were disregarded here and there? it didn’t matter. it also didn’t help that he sounded so pleasant.

breath falling and rising as he overstimulated himself to the idea of you, voice returning to its infuriatingly shy tone as soon as he sees you acting as if nothing happened in his bedroom. you refused to hate him, especially knowing he would never do anything that actually made you uncomfortable. after all, it was just taki.

sweet, lovable, and affectionate taki.

while your knowledge of his twisted acts grew, so did the fire within him. every moment with you only fanned the flame, corrupting his mind with images and tests to see when you would crack, finally letting him indulge in his sick desires. you’ve held out this long, but tonight he would find the perfect excuse for you to finally give in.

“can i join you?” a harmless question from your messy haired roommate, absentmindedly nodding before patting the spot beside you. movie nights, a classic occasion that frequently happened in the apartment. you tucked your feet under yourself, toes curling in to sustain that warm as your body unintentionally leans closer to him. “kimi no nawa again?”

you huffed and shoved his shoulder as soon as he plopped himself down, “yes, again! it’s a good movie.”

“i’m not complaining, yn. i like it too.” he laughed, a surprisingly warm and bright sound, mixing in with the audio coming from the speakers. evening light filtered through the curtains, barely lighting up the room in white light. he shifted on the couch, choosing to lie his head on your lap before “casually” scrolling through the feed on his phone. you’ve become accustomed to his touchy self at this point, finding it natural the way his hands always found an excuse to touch you.

your hands easily find their way into his hair. a fading ash brown that looked a little too long, desperately in need of a haircut, but felt soft all throughout on your fingertips rather than sharp, brittle ends. he hummed in response to the gentle touch, muscles loosening into the cushions. “i should cut my hair soon huh.” he flicked the pale bangs that tickled his eyelashes, irritated at the way it kept falling back into place like a persistent cowlick.

“is that a threat?”

he snorted in amusement, briefly looking up at you whose eyes were already on him. “i’m being serious.” he reveled at how you studied his features, thumb following his thick brows until it grazed his lashes. it fluttered at the ticklish feeling, falling shut at your touch.

“so am i. keep it. you’re already handsome like this.” he smiled, brain tingling at the soft politeness in your voice.

moments pass and the peace remains the same with your eyes having moved to stay on the screen, occupied with the scene of mitsuha hanging with her friends by the school. how they relished their high school days, lazing on benches during lunches, riding bikes over town. taki, however, seemed to be more preoccupied with the thin fabric of your cotton shorts riding up your plush thighs. the design, simple and clean, irritated him beyond end. a little rough as he palmed the cotton noticing the few pills that gathered showing its repeated use over your stay here. pale buttons and ribbon that served no purpose other than pure temptation towards the male.

his fingers traced lazy circles on your skin, never leaving for a moment. “aren’t you cold, baby? you’re barely wearing anything.” he commented, breaking the peaceful atmosphere and your concentration. his cheek puffed out making his overall appearance look wholesome. like a puppy who could do no wrong.

“not really, your hoodie’s keeping me cozy, thank you very much. plus you’re pretty warm yourself so that helps.” his hoodie. you asked to borrow it a while back and it looked so good on you that he never even tried to ask for it back. a small way of marking you his. the flush on his face darkened, fingers slowing to a stop.

yn’s skin is so soft. i could just– hooooo.

“taki– stop that…”

he bit his lip embarrassed, but still not stopping his ministrations. he was just blowing a bit of warm air to heat up your skin, no harm. “what? i-i’m just trying to keep you warm, yn. just like you said.” he turned his head, lips brushing close to your inner thigh sending a shiver down your spine. his tongue peaked out, a smidge of saliva cooling your skin.

“ki–! seriously, it feels weird…” you finally gave up on scolding him, body decompressing at the sight of him shutting his phone with a huff tossing it on the coffee table with a clunk. he repositioned himself back to his “normal,” face nosing against your front as if it were a completely routine habit between you two. “oi–”

“just focus on the movie, pretty. wanna rest for a while.” he murmured against your thigh, wrapping his arms around your hips, pulling himself closer. while the shirt stayed loose, collar showing his defined collarbones, it looked to be one size too small, biceps constrained against the sleeves of the black top. shit. the warmth between your legs was getting harder to ignore. stop looking, you weirdo. you rolled your eyes, heartbeat pulsing in your throat hoping that he couldn’t smell the wetness that soaked your panties the longer he tirelessly insisted on staying in that position.

stillness took over, movie playing in the background. this was absolute torture. you kept glancing at the clock hand ticking away, the walls plain as usual, and the movie which was no longer being listened to. anything that could distract you from the growing wetness that flooded your shorts. it had been ten minutes since he last teased you and because you refused to spare a glance in his direction, you had no clue if the drool was coming from his sleep or from your own arousal.

“ki? they’re researching the town in the library now. it’s your favourite scene. you should wake up now.”

silence.

the words hung in the air, waiting for a response. your skin felt like it was burning, short huffs hitting the skin every other second, making the sensation worse. his neck flushed crimson, legs only getting stickier from the hot air coming from his mouth. “taki?” you ran your fingers through his messy locks to lightly tilt his head the slightest part back.

“n-no–!”

there he was. drool dripped from the corners of his lips painting your skin with a glossy sheen that reflected the light seeping from the outside world. eyes fogged with a dusty cloud of lust, staring unsteadily into the mess coating your inner thighs and shorts.

he whimpered at the exposure of his actions, voice cracking as he tried to defend himself. “ahhhh—! ‘m sorry, pretty. you just smelled so good. was practically leaking straight from the source, i-i just wanted a little taste.”

mortification, craving, fervour, shame, scrutiny. a complete wave of emotions washed over your body, each one continuing to mess with your head. your hand faltered. taki, taking advantage of your weakness, immediately dived back in, sucking and lapping at the sopping fabric. wet slurping filled your ears the more intense he tongued at the fabric. he ignored the way your eyes drilled holes into his sorry self, actions overwritten with the desire to memorize the faint taste of the nectar that seeped through your clothes.

your hand settled in his hair, tugging him back once again to gawk at the disheveled individual, cheeks glowing with a rosy tint. why was he so pretty like this? a disgusting pervert of a roommate who could no longer hide his impure desperate intentions towards you.

“y-you shouldn’t be doing this, taki. no… y-you’re my friend. this isn’t supposed to happen!”

three and a half months. you have had to deal with his sick behavior for three and a half months, and what do you get in return? nothing but a pussy drunk freak submitting to his inner thoughts. “don’t make this weird, taki. please—”

nails sharply dug into your skin, hissing in pain at the harsh grip of the male. reality slowly snapped back into him, but it served no help. he was too far gone. too close to his goal. “just a taste, pretty. o-one lick is all i need at the least…” your eyes searched his, trying to find any semblance of sanity only to return with nothing but desperate frenzy. “your promise… you agreed to help me out whenever i needed it. you p-promised me that, yn.”

is he seriously holding you to that shit?

“i need this. please, pretty. ca-can i?” his hand dragged over the hoodie, down the seam of your shorts until it reached your covered core. the fabric, once an opaque white, had become a sheer colour, translucent enough to reveal the pastel pink panties you wore. he shakily stroked the damp fabric, sucking in a breath at the sudden jerk of your hips towards his hand. “fuck… you want this just as much as i do. let me make this pussy feel good, yn.”

you wanted to stop him. scream in horror at the depraved sight… but you couldn’t.

maybe it was the way he looked. gaze relentless, eyes yearning deeply, obsessed at the chance of having you. he didn’t smile, not the smallest quirk of his lips. hands rubbing your skin nice and slow, a sad attempt at making you admit defeat.

and it was working. no matter how disgusted you were with him, hating the ignorance you played those few months, you were one of the same. you were going to let him have you. you knew it and so did he. so why are you still resisting?

his heart stuttered. nerves rattling him inside. please give in, pretty.

“o-okay, just a quick taste…” with your hand turning limp in his hair, taki swallowed adam's apple bobbing. he adjusted your positions, your back now settling against the piled pillows by the arm of the couch as he spread your legs, revealing the damp spot to both your eyes and the cold air. fucking finally!

the grip on your thighs tensed, his tongue lolling out before gradually following the bumps of the threaded seams sending small shots of pleasure to your core. “oh nghhh—! t-taki, don’t tease.” he grinned, a wicked smile framing his face as he ignored your protests to savour the taste of you on his lips. he leaned in, nose dragging along the material only making the sensation more painfully hot.

“hahhh, more—” you gasped, voice breaking with need.

“look who’s desperate now.” he said, tone firm and mocking. “patience, baby. we’ve got the whole night ahead. no need to rush just because your poor pussy can’t wait to be licked.”

“nghhh—!” he softly slapped the wet fabric, coated in a mixture of his sticky saliva and your arousal. sparks ran across your skin at the sudden strike of his hand. you forced your eyes shut, teeth digging down hard enough to draw a bead of blood. it was cruel. the moment you gave in, he had you in the palm of his hand. his little plaything.

it’s slow. cotton shorts slipping down your legs, panties following suit with a string of arousal clinging to the darkened fabric. he tossed the soiled shorts behind him with disregard, but held the panties in his open palm. you thought he would toss it away, put it aside or even tuck it in his pocket. anything reasonable. instead, he let it dangle from his finger, lifting it for the light to hit and highlight the different tones and shades, how it creased it certain areas, the scent that slowly exuded notes of musk and sugar, almost a honeyed sweetness that could change his brain chemistry with a single inhale.

you gasped as your sight centered on cum flashing a pearlescent white only reflecting brighter from the ceiling light. “sto—” he shifted his weight, pushing you back, hand strong between your tits, clenching the woven material of his hoodie.

with your panties in hand, he brought it up to his face taking a deep inhale. obnoxious. embarrassing. depraved. a loud whine escaped your lips, fingers grappling his ash brown hair to pull him far away from the rotten thing. you were ashamed at the lustful view, at the way his infatuation with you only made you wetter. “s-shit, yn!” he moaned, eyes tearing up at the sharp, stinging sensation coming from his head. the pressure pulled blood straight to his dick, pain only turning him on as he felt the control in the room drastically shift.

“you’re a fucking pervert. say it.”

your anger fell on deaf ears, whimpers and choked up whines slipping one after the other the harder you pulled at the strands. “fucking say it!”

“i-im a pervert! your pervert. o-only yours, pretty. only yours…”

his whines were quickly shut up with a tug of his hair towards your exposed pussy, slick glistening and pooling below you. so close. smells like heaven. he eyed the little pearl that beaded on your clit. it was calling to him, begging to be licked clean. “please, baby. i’ll be so good for you.” he continued, face trying to push forward for a lick.

you feigned a pout, your own breath catching as he sniffled upset with your cruelty. give and take, right? “please.”

his face neared the bead, lips licking nervously, hunger laced in his gaze as it looked up at you for permission. he would obey, seeking to please you over and over until your mind entered a subspace. your grip loosened, a signal he took, tongue darting out before languidly licking a fat stripe through your folds. a shaky groan escaped his slick lips. eyes rolled to the back of his head as soon as your taste invaded his mouth. pure sugar melting on the tip of his tongue, tastebuds tingling like it was his last meal. “th-thank you–yes… thank you, pretty.”

his mouth sealed around your clit, moist heat running over your skin as he sucked with thorough tenderness that made your legs squeeze around his head, hairs tickling your thighs while you suffocated the poor man of any available air. “oh, god…” voice cracking, thick shaky finger hesitantly prodding at your entrance. inch by inch, his finger was enveloped by your wet heat.

“my pretty baby can take another, can’t you?”

a soft, shaky gasp escaped. quiet nods responding with tears brimming your eyes. he smiled against your cunt, dragging more long, sloppy stripes up your clit. words muffled against you shooting vibrations along your spine, spurring you on. “stooop–! no, wait… nghhh–”

he slid the second one in, pushing them deep into your cunt, listening to you pathetically whine as he harshly curls them up. “so good for me.” eyes fluttered shut, needy whimpers echoing in your head. eager licks, tongue dragging heavy as he pressed his face deeper into you, suckling your clit swollen.

“taki–” you gasped, hands tugging him closer, arousal dripping all over his face. “w-wanna cum. pleeease.”

cheeks flushed a deep red, eyes dazed with lust. his tongue was relentless, struggling to breathe but desperate to have you flood his mouth. he sobbed against your soaked cunt, head throbbing from a mixture of his lack of oxygen and the sensation of your nails scratching his scalp as you near your orgasm.

your legs trembled, strong hands gripping it down to stop you from squirming away as the coil snaps, hips rutting heavily on his flattened tongue. “cu-cum, cumming! taki–nghhh!”

your body arched up into his mouth, fresh tears slipping down your cheeks, gushing thick, hot fluid into his mouth. his lashes fluttered, wet, obscene sounds spilling from his as he drank it up, tongue lapping you sensitive. you sniffled, hands slipping from his hair to push him away while your tremors eased.

he shifted his position, watching your chest rise and fall with a steady, rhythmic pattern. soft, lingering kisses littered up your neck, each one coating the spot with a sheen of saliva. a low chuckle rumbled through his chest at the sight of your half-lidded eyes, mouth agape trying to catch your breath. his thumb pulled your lip the slightest bit down, slotting his lips against yours.

“ahhhh–”

the warm taste of your cum and taki’s saliva filled your mouth, hands grasping his shirt tugging his closer. so this is what you tasted like. sweet cum, bitter chocolate, and something distinctly you. fuck.

heat trickled your skin, sweat dripping down, cum squelching while you rubbed your thighs together. no more. too much. his tongue found its way inside, massaging against your own as he coated it with his taste. the air between you two felt hotter, taki’s hand guiding yours down his body to rest on his bulge. damp against your palm, your thumb gently rubbed at the wet patch. he threw his head back with a loud moan, a string of spit connecting you two threatening to break.

you felt dizzy, body consumed with his touch. he thrusted up into your hand, leaning in to bite your lip. “taki–! i-i can’t…”

“tapping out already, pretty? but we’ve barely gotten started.” oh fuck me.

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