You accidentally walk in on your roommate, Simon and decide to help him out.
cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) oral (both f and m receiving) masturbation, fingering, both Simon and reader are pervs
You should have known that you wouldnât be able to work from home when Simonâs there. Things have been awkward between the two of you the moment you moved in with him. You try to make conversation and be nice, but he just ignores you as much as possible. Itâs always one word responses like he wishes heâd rather be anyone but here. He was so normal when he interviewed you to be his roommate. But the second you moved in, everything shifted.
It was like he turned into a completely different person. Heâs no longer the nice guy you talked to that night and now he barely even looks at you. If you come into any room in the apartment, he leaves. Heâll be watching something on the TV and then go to his room the second you walk through the front door.
Simon knows that heâs being a dick but he canât help it. Heâs starting to like you way more than he should. He knows that the second lines are crossed, thereâs no going back. He wants to get to know you better, but he knows that if heâs in a room with you, heâll just do something heâll regret. Something he shouldnât.
Heâd never tell you how badly he wants to kiss you. Heâd never tell you that he jacks off to the thought of you every time he takes a shower, pretending that his hand is yours. And he knows itâs wrong to ignore you, but what else can he do? Tell you how he feels? Yeah, thereâs no fucking way thatâs happening.
Heâs found himself in the shower yet again, but this time, itâs to hide from you. Youâre folding laundry in the living room, wearing that tight tank top that drives him crazy. He can see your nipples so clearly and is trying so hard to not think about how much he wants to have them in his mouth.
He wants to lie you back on that couch and have his way with you as you beg for more. Or maybe he wants to be between your thighs, devouring you until you beg him to stop. Heâs getting hard just thinking about it and tries to shake it out of his head. Youâre just down the hall and heâs paranoid that youâd hear him even though the water beating down on his back would drown out the sound.
The water running is a nice background noise for folding your laundry. But as you think about how itâs Simon in the shower, you canât help but wonder what itâd be like to get in there with him. Youâd love to back him against the wall and get on your knees to suck him off like youâve been wanting to do for months.
Hell, youâd even feel lucky to kiss him and you wonder what his lips feel like. You want to feel the beard that he let grow out rub against your skin as he kisses you desperately. You want his hands to slide down into your shorts and have his way with your cunt. God, what you would do to have his head between your thighs, devouring you like a full course meal.
Youâre only doing your laundry to keep yourself busy. You tried to get some work done, but you just canât-now when all of your thoughts about Simon have become dirty. And you know you shouldnât feel attracted to him when heâs done nothing but ignore you, but you canât help it. Heâs become the star of all your late night fantasies and you donât want them to stop.
The water turns off just as you find one of Simonâs t-shirts mixed in with your laundry. You set it to the side with the intent of putting it in his bed when he inevitably leaves the house and continue to fold your clothes.
His door closes and let your mind wander, wondering what he looks like naked. Maybe itâs a bit pervy of you, but you donât care. You just know that his body is toned and you want to run your hands all over it. And his cock has got to be huge. Got to be.
You decide that heâs got to be dressed by now and grab the shirt, making a beeline for his room. You donât care if he doesnât like you. Youâre tired of avoiding him to get out of his way and decide now that youâre going to kill him with kindness.
You knock on the door before opening it and you both scream when you catch Simon jacking off. His hand is fisting his cock as he stares at you wide eyed in horror.
Your initial shock wears off and you step into the room to take him in. His cheeks are bright red as he tries to cover up. But as he sees that youâre into whatâs happening, the embarrassment melts away.
Simon removes his hand and lets you get a good look at his very large cock. You step closer and take it one of your hands as you back him up against the wall.
âDo you want some help?â You ask and he nods furiously, his pupils growing wider.
âPlease,â he begs and you remove your hand before spitting into it and grabbing it by the base. You pump harder and harder and the most delicious sound falls from his lips. You never expected him to be just as much of a perv as you. You really thought heâd kick you out.
You sink to your knees and take the tip into your mouth, licking the slit before sucking on it. You continue to pump as you suck on him and feel yourself getting wet at the whiny mess youâve made of him.
You take him deeper and deeper, licking up and down his cock as you suck and suck, moaning loudly as you do so. Your hands move to his ass as you push him further into your mouth, the head hitting the back of your throat, making you gag.
âSuch a dirty girl,â he growls. âWant me to fuck that mouth?â He watches you nod and his hands grab onto your hair as he thrusts his cock in and out of your mouth. âYouâre so shy and quiet. Didnât think you had this in you.â Heâs moving fast and hard and you canât help but moan loudly, so turned on by whatâs happening.
âYouâre so hot when youâre on your knees. Bet youâd look even better on my-fuck, fuck, fuck.â Rope after rope of cum leaks out into your mouth and he pulls out with a loud pop before you swallow.
He pulls you to your feet and and his lips find yours as he backs you up to the bed before pushing you down onto it. You donât know when your shirt came off, but you see it on the floor behind Simon as he lies on top of you. His kisses are rough and messy and you moan into each other's mouths as your tongues tangle together. He tastes himself on your tongue and wonders if you taste even better.
He pulls down your shorts and panties and when he spreads your legs wide, seeing that youâre so wet that itâs trickling down your legs.
âGuess itâs my turn to take care of you, huh?â He asks. âIt would be the gentlemanly thing to do,â he winks before he gets down onto his knees in front of you. He puts your legs over his shoulders and licks up each thigh to clean up your mess before he dives straight in.
He goes for your clit first, licking and sucking as his fingers pump in and out of your cunt. Theyâre moving at a rapid rate as he continues to suck hard on your clit. Your hands grab onto his hair as you let out moan after moan. This is easily the best head youâve ever received and you wouldnât mind at all if this is all the two of you did all night.
He introduces another finger and somehow moves even faster-even harder. You swear heâs trying to tear you apart and you wouldnât even mind. It just feels so good. Especially when they curve, hitting that one spot that drives you crazy. Youâre coming, the most beautiful moans falling from your lips, but Simon keeps at it, wanting to see just how many times he can make you orgasm.
His fingers come out and now his mouth is doing all the work as he bites down hard, causing your thighs to press against his head, your heels digging into his back. He stares up at you, watching you come again. Your mouth forms that âOâ shape as a scream falls from your lips. Your right where he wants you and he thinks youâre both ready for him to get inside.
All you have to do is say please. You donât even need a break-just him. You need him to fuck you so senseless that you wonât be able to walk for days.
âPlease, Simon.â God, the way you say his name drives him absolutely crazy. Heâs so willing to do whatever you ask. âFuck me.â The words come out in a breathy Noah and he doesnât need to be told twice.
Heâs hovering over you in seconds, hands on your waist as he slides inside. He rocks into your and youâre quick to match him, hips bucking against his. Youâre both moving with so much force that the bed is shaking, the mattress squeaking underneath you.
Neither of you are sure how long itâs going to last but youâre determined even though your words are starting to slur. You guess youâre just going to have to go for multiple rounds since thatâs the case.
âLook at you,â he says, his words also starting to slur. âTaking me so well. God, youâre-fuck-perfect.â Heâs close, he can feel it. And he can tell that youâre not far behind. You come first and when itâs his turn, heâs quick to pull out, cum leaking out all over your stomach.
As youâre coming down, Simon fetches a damp washcloth from the bathroom and cleans you both up. He then helps you get dressed before putting his pants back on.
âSorry for being such a dick,â he apologizes as he sits next to you on the bed. âI-I couldnât stop thinking about you in that way and I donât know, I felt gross about it so I avoided you. It wonât happen again.â
âWould it make you feel better if I told you that Iâve been thinking about you too?â You turn to him and he smiles before leaning in for a kiss.
âYou uh-you can sleep in here tonight-if you want.â
âIâd like that. But I donât think weâre going to do much sleeping,â you wink and kiss him again before fleeing his room, smiling to yourself as you think about how excited you are for tonight.
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Thinking of a slighty pervy!reader who purposefully torments best friend!Eddie. He's pretty clueless about that sort of thing, so it takes a while for him to figure out what's going onâŚ(18+ mdni, oral f!rec)
When the two of you hang out together, youâre always playing with his hair and teasing him with little fleeting touches everywhereâyou just can't seem to keep your hands to yourself!
Watching a movie in his bedroom? It doesnât take long before youâre bored and trying to distract him, tickling his sides then crawling into his lap and squirming overtop of him until he's a desperate, throbbing mess.
When he calls to say heâs stopping by your place on his way home from work? Surely itâs just a coincidence that youâre always fresh out of the shower when he arrives, wearing only a towel and asking him to rub lotion on your back because your hands canât reach that far.
You knowâŚnormal friendly stuff.
And the whole time he goes along with it all, trying to shove down his guilt for being attracted to his sweet and unsuspecting best friend. He feels like a terrible person, filled with shame and self-loathing every time he touches himself while thinking about you (which happens a lot).
Things continue on like that until one night when you give him a lingering kiss goodbye, and as your sweet lips press against his, it finally dawns on himâis it possible something else is going on?
He's never been close with any other girls, so maybe heâs reading too much into things? Maybe itâs just wishful thinking on his part and you act like that with all of your friends? But at the same time, heâs been around you and some of your girlfriends on occasion, and heâs pretty sure you donât give each other back rubs in your underwear.
Something just isnât adding up.
Confused and conflicted, it all gets to be too much, so he vows to go cold turkeyâno more time alone with you until he can figure things out and get his head on straight.
No more late night movies in his bed. No more tickling or massages or lotion applications. Heâs going to avoid any and all situations where things with you might cross the line.
And to your dismay, his plan works. A little too well. He hardly ever comes around to see you anymore and you miss him. The loneliness is almost too much to bear.
So one day you call him up in desperate need of his assistance, hoping heâll be willing to help you. Heâs always said he would do anything for you.
You tell him that you got asked out by this really great guy whoâs super handsome and you need Eddieâs opinion on the lingerie you bought for your upcoming date. Itâs a bit more risquĂŠ than what you usually wear and you want to make sure it doesnât look too trashy. You donât want to give this totally-real-and-not-made-up guy the wrong impression, after all.
âAs long as you donât mind?â you purr into the phone while he grips onto his kitchen counter for strength. âAll of my other friends are busy and, I mean, youâre practically one of the girls.â
And Eddieâs no fool. He knows itâs a bad idea to agree to your proposal. Being alone with you in that way soundsâŚdangerous. But at the same time, you need his help. Youâre practically begging and he doesnât want to let you down.
When he gets to your place a short while later, the lights are low and you answer the door in a silky robe that doesnât leave much to his imagination.
âThanks for getting here so fast, Eddie.â You smile. âYouâre such a good friend, and I could really use your help.â
And he helps youâdown on his knees with your soft thighs pressed on each side of his messy head, those trashy little panties pulled aside to let his thick tongue curl and dive through your dripping cunt.
With his plush lips wrapped around your needy clit, he finally hears you sigh his name out loud, the way he always imagined it would sound in his dreams. And when your legs start to shake and you cum for the first time on his tongue in a flood of sticky sweetness? It isnât quite enough. He still comes back for more.
After all, whatâs a best friend for?
đś maybe iâm delusional and the way you act is usual đś
hiâŚjust emptying the drafts of some drabbles + imagines đ¤ sometimes i write these as little mini fics with a plan to flesh them out later as a full fic with dialogue and detail. there is a longer version of this in progress but iâll probably never finish it ;)
âĄâ¸â¸ :  pervert!reader, enemy!matt, dry humping, coming in boxers, matt reads her diary, unprotected, dirty talk, based on this plink (p0rn + ignore caption)
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It had been a couple of weeks since your encounter with Matt; of course, you couldn't stop thinking about it. How he caught you humping his pillow, moans leaving your mouth as you rutted against the soaked pillow case. And when you were alone at night, all by yourself with nothing better to do, you got off to the feeling of him thrusting deep inside of you. You still remember the feeling of his gripping your wrists tightly and the way he was talking to you. Grunting in your ear, it got you wet just recalling the memory. Afterwards, he went back to how he usually treated you, ignoring you and not even breathing your way.
Once the sex was over, he got off you, cleaning himself up and demanding you leave his room. âWhat are you thinking about?â Nickâs voice broke through your thoughts as you both sat on his bed watching a movie on his TV. You shook the thoughts away, trying to act normal, as if you werenât just thinking about his brother. âNothing,â you replied, grabbing some popcorn from the bowl as you continued watching the movie. The hours flew by, and you momentarily forgot about Matt and the way he made you feel. Focusing on hanging out with Nick and talking with him, that was until night came around. You got restless, not being able to sleep. A while ago, you got a diary, just to write your thoughts down in it; little did you know that most of the pages would be filled with fantasies you had about Matt.
You tried to contain them, but they had to go somewhere; if not, you would go crazy, so you wrote them in your diary. It was the way you could stay sane, you giggled as you got off of Nick's bed and headed downstairs. You couldnât remember where you left your bag. Was it in the front room? You remember talking with Chris when you first got there. He was showing you something in his room, maybe you left it there? You padded downstairs, trying to stay quiet and not disturb Chris in his sleep. Your eyes scanned his room, but your bag was nowhere to be found.
Meanwhile, Matt was lying on his bed flipping through pages of your diary. He couldn't help the smirk that appeared on his lips while he read your writing. Every little detail was spinning through his mind in images. Matt flipped to another page, eyes widening as he read the words you wrote. He was so invested that he didn't notice you standing in his doorway. âMatt, weren't you taught about others' privacy?â you teased, stepping further into the room. Matt rolled his eyes, setting the notebook aside.
âYeah, well, I have a right to read it, if itâs about me.â He replied, watching you step closer to the edge of his bed. For some odd reason, you weren't so mad that he invaded your privacy, but were more curious about why he seemed so invested. âSo you like what I wrote?â You asked, crawling onto the bed beside him, and grabbing your diary. He scoffed, shifting away from you. âNo, I think youâre a freak,â he spat, but there was no real heat behind his words. You pouted, moving closer towards him, your hand tracing over his thigh.
âI think your dick is telling me something different,â you whispered, inching closer to his growing erection. Matt scoffed, pushing your hand away. âYouâre a gross little pervert, arenât you?â he hissed, catching your wrist and gripping it tightly. His gaze darkened as he stared at you, his expression unreadable. âYou thought Iâd be interested in your sick fantasies?â he spat, his grip tightening around your wrist. The heat between your legs grew with every word that slipped past his lips.
You were beyond aroused. He loosened his grip on your wrist, hands trailing down to your hips. âDonât make me laugh,â he muttered, eyes glued to the way your hips subtly grinded against his bed. His eyes met yours once more, watching as you bit your lips, a needy expression painting your features. âYouâre pathetic.â God, he was so hot, his voice raspy as he leaned closer, his breath fanning over your ear.
âYouâll be lucky if I let you grind your nasty cunt on my dick. Donât get ahead of yourself bitch.â The heat traveled to your face, lips parting open as you smirked at him. Matt couldnât take it anymore; he wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off your face. His hands gripped your hips, positioning you on his lap, your panty-clad cunt pressing right against his tenting boxers. He grinned up at you, watching as you slowly started to move your hips, his hand slapping your inner thigh. âGo ahead, get yourself off, freak,â he panted, using his hands to move you faster against him, watching your boobs bounce through your shirt.
Every movement sent a shock through your body, your thighs shook with how hard you were moving against him, your release approaching fast. âM, so close,â you whispered, eyes closed in bliss as you picked up your pace. Matt was lucky your eyes were closed, or you would see the way he couldnât bring himself to look away from your fucked out face. You were all flushed and panting just from dry humping him, practically coming in your panties. He found it incredibly hot, but of course, he would never admit that.
His hips snapped up to meet yours, a blur of both of you move in sync, moans filling the room, and wet scleches. âFuckâŚâ he panted, pressing you down harder against him, his cock twitching from the movement. You were completely gone, your panties drenched as you finally felt your release overcome you. Matt was right behind you, his boxers soaked in come as his sensitive cock leaked, causing a wet spot to form on the fabric. Your chest heaved trying to catch your breath. You didnât think twice when his hand moved to pull your panties aside, already trying to get out of his boxers.
âHurry the fuck up, Iâm going to ruin this pussy,â he growls, sinking you on him. Your mouth opened, gasping as if he knocked the wind out of you. Maybe you should let him read your diary more often.Â
jacks been half hard for the rest of his shift. when you left the attendingâs lounge, he tried to process the fact that you not only knew he stole your panties, but they were soaked through because of him. he spent 5 minutes willing his cock to soften even slightly, eventually going through the steps needed to complete different surgeries helped enough that he could go back out into the ER. although, everytime he spotted you across the room, he felt himself get harder again.
after shift, he opens his locker to grab his bag, and something falls out into the floor. as he picks it up, he audibly groans. you slipped a note into his locker, which read:
this is my number. call me sometimeâĄ
as soon as heâs home, heâs grabbing a beer and sitting on his couch, your number getting added into his phone as he tries to decide what to send first.
jack: hey, itâs jack, i got your note
you respond not even a few minutes later.
you: i would say i hope it wasnât too forward, but i feel like we are past that, donât you ;)
he smiles at his phone, quickly typing out a reply.
jack: i think your right there, sweetheart. had no idea you were onto me.
you: you werenât nearly as subtle as you hoped, but thatâs ok, i liked knowing how badly you wanted me
jack: yeah? you donât think iâm a dirty old man?
you: oh, i do. but i like itâĄ
he audibly groans at that, squeezing his bulge through his pants as he types out a response one handed.
jack: fuck, your killing me bere. you really knew i stole your panties?
you: yeah, whyâd you think i left them poking out my bag? was hoping youâd pocket them
his hips buck up into his palm, groaning, head falling back on the couch.
you: did you like it? the way they smelt? did you wrap them round your cock and wish it was me instead?
jack: first thing i did was press them to my nose and fist my cock to the thought of you
you: shit thatâs hot. iâm so wet just thinking about it. [photo attached]
the photo is of you, dressed in just your bra and panties, soft curves on display, nipples poking through your thin bra. he almost cums just from looking at the picture, his cock leaking so much precum itâs left a stain on his boxers.
jack: jesus fucking christ.
you: are you touching yourself? i am, you wanna see?
jack: had my hand on my cock since i text you sweetheart. you know i wanna see.
you: i wanna see you too [photo attatched]
this photo shows your hand down your panties, your back is arched slightly, body flushed from want. jack fumbles with his phone, and finally managed to take a blurry picture of his torso, the bulge in his boxers visible, including the damp stop from where heâs leaked precum. he presses send. and then you call him. he answers quickly, breathing heavily as he pumps his cock.
âsweetheartâŚâ
âjackâŚâ
âgod you sound so⌠desperateâ
âfor you, itâs all for youâ you reply with a breathy moan âwish it was your fingers inside me, mine are too short to reach the spot that makes me- oh- makes me gushâ you say between moans, your pussy so wet he can hear the sound of your fingers inside you over the phone.
âjesus, your a squirter? iâd fucking kill a man to feel you do that on my cockâ he groans, pumping himself faster, squeezing the leaking head of his cock âbeen dreaming about hearing you like thisâ
âyes, oh godâ you whimper, jack relishing in the sound of you so submissive for him âplease can i-â
âcan you what?â he grunts, his own hips bucking up into his hand, getting closer.
âcan i please cumâ you beg, panting and moaning into his ear through the phone âjack, sir, daddy-â
that gets him.
âfuck, cum for daddy, yeah? good girlâ he listens as you whimper thank yous as you cum on your fingers, and it doesnât take him long to finish on his stomach. both of you are panting, neither of you saying a word yet.
âjack?â you say softly, after you both have had a moment to catch your breath.
âyeah, sweetheart?â
âtake me on a date, and the next time you do that itâll be inside meâ
Nasty Girl âĄË Older!Rafe Cameron x Perv!Reader âĄË
â° Rafe is an arrogant dick, over a decade older than you and your dadâs boss, you shouldnât want anything to do with him. So why canât you stay away? â°
ŰśâĄŕ§ This is a request from my angel @babygorewhore I love you sm, this oneâs for you pookie ŰśâĄŕ§
â° Age gap (Rafe is early 40s reader is mid 20s), Obsessive behaviors, perverted acts involving panties, gagging, choking, spit kink, daddy kink, unprotected sex, pussy slapping, pillow humping, pussy eating, cum eating, size kink 18+MNDI â°
You canât stand Rafe Cameron. And the fact that youâre so obsessed with him only makes you hate him more. No matter how much you hated the way he walked around like he owned the world, or the rotating door of women he brings around, you canât shake this irresistible pull he has on you. You shouldnât feel this way, not only is Rafe a huge dick heâs also over a decade older than you and your dadâs boss. It started off small, stealing glances at him every time you visited your dad at work, dressing in your most revealing dresses and skirts to his work events, making off handed comments and brushing past him when there was clearly room to go around. It wasnât until you caught him in a bathroom with some lanky blonde bent over the counter while noises that resembled a crow left her body that you finally lost it.
You decided to leave the company charity event early, making sure to pass Rafeâs car and leave your tiny pink thong on his side-view mirror. He wouldnât know they were yours, but he would know that they didnât belong to the girl he was currently balls deep inside of because you saw her coral thong pushed to the side. After that it was like you couldnât stop. You started leaving your panties anywhere youâd think Rafe would find them. In his office on his desk or the chair, his car became a favorite, you even managed to loop one around his drink while he wasnât looking at the country club once. After the first few pairs you started leaving dirty photos of yourself along with them. Not showing your face, of course. Just shots of your ass and tits, always matching the underwear you planned to leave. You thought about maybe just texting or even emailing them to him but your dad gave him both of those things âin case of emergencyâ. So you decided to do it old school and take photos on your Polaroid. It was sexier that way, anyway.
But you havenât done anything like what youâre about to do. Youâre upstairs with the sound of loud voices all drowned together barely making it through the thick, high floors beneath you. It didnât take you long to find Rafeâs room. A double door at the end of the long hall with gold ornate knobs was very clearly the master. You also werenât surprised he had a keypad lock on his door, especially throwing a party like this. Your dad and his coworkers are everyday businessmen to the sivlian eye but behind closed doors theyâre into some pretty deep criminal shit. Luckily you already managed to break into his laptop. It was almost too easy, he navigates technology like a grandpa even though heâs only forty. You had a passing thought about teaching him a more efficient way to organize his work laptop but you quickly shut it down. Youâre supposed to hate him. Even if you him to fuck you until you can hardly breathe. He had a whole entire document of passwords and key combinations and you may have written all of them down. So you easily slipped inside after entering the numbers on the keypad.
You spent some time looking around and it was about what you expected. Sleek, expensive furniture, no decorations, the white walls bare aside from a random picture of a boat near the window. It's so clean it almost seems like no one lives here but you assume thatâs probably due to the cleaners. You go through his drawers, nothing of interest really, unless you count all the clothes you could potentially steal. His bathroom is just as clean as his room and you canât help but smirk when you notice a full skin care routine sitting on his counter. So vain. But, you canât deny a man who is invested in his hygiene is extremely sexy. You smell his expensive colognes, his body wash, even his fucking shampoo. You inhale every single one like itâs your drug of choice. Though, youâre sure they smell a million times better on his skin, mixed with his musk.
After spending some time snooping, your focus turns back to the real reason you came in here. You walk into his large walk-in closet and flick on the light. Thereâs a glass jewelry case in the middle, filled with designer watches, rings, chains, and sunglasses. You approach it and try to pull open the top drawer when youâre met with resistance, you notice another combination lock. But a lightbulb goes off in your head, remembering the key code marked âjewelry caseâ before pulling out your phone, finding the numbers and unlocking the drawer with a click. The first drawer is, as expected, more jewelry that matches the items in the display case above. The second drawer though, thatâs a different story. When you slide it open instead of expensive designer, itâs filled with lace and silk.
Every single pair of your panties youâve left for him are in this drawer, along with the Polaroids stacked neatly. Upon closer inspection you notice that theyâre covered not just in your cum, but his too. It has your pussy nearly dripping, you were already wet from the minute you saw him earlier tonight but now you can feel your slick dripping down your inner thighs, causing them to stick together under your micro dress. You have to practically drag yourself away from the sight of your underwear under lock and key, almost like theyâre treasure, covered in a mixture of Rafe's cum and your own.
You look around the rest of the space and the entire span of the closet is lined with his clothes hanging on wracks. One side is clearly business attire and the other is more casual. Though there isnât a huge difference, youâve never seen Rafe in jeans and a t-shirt. You canât decide if the thought is more sexy or comical. Itâs hard to imagine him being well, relaxed. You grab a black button up before exiting the closet, undoing the buttons as you go. A thousand dirty fantasies run through your mind as your eyes roam over the king sized bed. But thereâs one you can make a reality right now. The whole reason you came in here. You grab one of his silk pillows and wrap his shirt around it before placing it in the middle of the bed. You turn around to grab your Polaroid out of your bag and then crawl onto the mattress, mounting the pillow. You donât bother taking your fuzzy platform heels off either, he can sleep on the grime from the bottom of your shoes along with the juices from your pussy for all you care.
You start off slow, running your hands along your body, groping your tits through the faux leather of your dress, imagining that theyâre Rafeâs much larger hands. It doesnât take you long to get worked up, your juices starting to make the cloth underneath you slick. You're so wet that when you start to jerk your hips back and forth on the pillow that you practically glide. The lace of your thong gets pulled tighter, adding extra pressure to your puffy clit. Your dress rides up your hips, revealing your ass and the plush of your thighs as your hips start to speed up. Once you start to really get into it you pull your panties to the side and yank the zipper that goes all the way down the front of your dress down your chest so your tits can spill out. You switch up the movement of your hips every few moments, rotating between using the pillow for leverage and running your hands down your body.
You start to get so lost in the throes of pleasure you almost forget where you are entirely until your white sock covered shin smacks against your pink polaroid camera. You smirk to yourself in remembrance as you pluck it from the bed and turn it on. You hold it above yourself while you press your tits together and spread your legs far enough to show your mound on top of his shirt and snap a photo. You take more than one this time, using almost the entire roll taking pictures of your body from various angles. You shove your fingers in your mouth. Take photos of your tiny thong string nestled between your ass. You even take one with his shirt held up between your teeth. That ends up being the last photo because the smell of his cologne hits your nostrils and it has you inhaling deeply while your hips start to subconsciously grind down again.
Rafe practically felt like a madman as he tried for the fifth time in the last twenty minutes to get out of this conversation with your father and their business partner. Every single time he tried to slip away he was pulled back in somehow. But that didnât stop his eyes from traveling to the tantalizing view on his phone screen every ten seconds. He felt like a cat who caught a mouse itâs been chasing for months. All without even trying. You lead yourself into a trap he didnât even set and it couldnât be more fucking perfect. The fact that you had no idea that his entire house was bugged with cameras that he could see directly in the palm of his hand made his cock twitch. Rafe checked his phone the minute he got the notification that someone was unlocking his bedroom door, ready to send security up there to grab a thief. But he was oh so pleasantly surprised when he saw it was you. You werenât like any of the other girls heâs ever seen in all his time living on this island. Your platform shoes and dark make-up were utterly enticing to him and your bratty attitude made him want to bend you over his knee until you cried. He also knew you were a naughty girl, with a dirty little secret only he knew. Rafeâs obsession for you only grew by the day and now it was at an all time high.
He decided to let it play out for a bit. He watched as you surveyed his blank walls and rummaged through his drawers. Then you made your way into the bathroom and he watched as you greedily inhaled his colognes and body washes. You went into his closet and somehow unlocked his jewelry case. Heâd have to figure out how you managed to learn his key codes later. His heartbeat sped up when you reached for the second drawer but the way you looked down at the trophies you had ever so graciously gifted him with elation only made his appetite for you nearly unbearable. What really sent him over the edge though was how you were currently strandling his pillow as you bucked your hips with his shirt held to your nose.
The entire scene had him losing his mind with lust and you just kept taking it further. He watched you pull your tits out, the way you took all those slutty pictures for him and he wished more than anything in the world he could turn his phone up to full volume so he could hear the pretty little moans leaving your lips. He could tell from the avid speed of your hips and the way your eyes are rolled back that youâre close to your end and heâll be damned if he isnât there to see it. He finally excuses himself under the guise of having to go to the bathroom and slips up the large staircase with ease.
You're so close. The pace of your hips is so quick that the entire bed shakes underneath you as delicious euphoria is seconds away. You have the corner of Rafeâs shirt grasped tightly in your fist as you hold it up to your nose. The cloth is pulled taunt against your clit just right, drool drips down your chin onto the black material as you take in Rafeâs scent. Heat washes over you and you moan with reckless abandon, too lost in your tidal wave of an orgasm to care if anyone can hear you.
âI knew you were a dirty girl, but this is even better than anything my mind ever couldâa dreamed upâŚâ The sound of Rafeâs voice makes you practically scream and you clutch his shirt over your chest on instinct. Your entire body heats as you take in his large form leaning against the closed bedroom door. His arms are crossed and he has probably the most smug smirk youâve ever seen in your life painted on his face as he looks over at you through hooded eyes.
âRafe! I - arenât you supposed to be hosting a party?â You scoff and roll your eyes, clearly trying to change the subject when youâre the one who broke into his room.
âWell⌠you seeâŚâ Rafe stalks over to you like a predator that caught his prey and stops at the end of the bed. He places his large hands on the mattress so he can lean down only inches from your face, his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip as his eyes travel down your body before connecting with your own. âThis little unassuming mouse wandered into my den without even considering that I have eyes on every inch of this house.â
âHow - how long have you been watching?â You clutch onto the shirt tighter, hiding your boobs and bare pussy even though heâs already seen both on multiple occasions. Something about him knowing it was you was making you suddenly nervous.
âOh, sweetheart, I get a notification when someone opens that door⌠I saw everything. What do we have here?â His eyes are blue fire as they land on the Polaroids and he picks one up with delight before picking up another and another until heâs seen every single one. He sets them aside in a neat stack before abruptly gripping onto the shirt covering you and ripping it down your body with a growl. You gasp in surprise and use your arms to cover your nipples while slamming your legs shut. âOh, no, none of that. Donât get all shy on me now, Iâve already seen it all.â Rafe grabs the pillow and pulls it from underneath you causing you to fall backwards on the bed onto your ass. âWould you look at thatâŚâ He looks down at the pillow with hungry fascination as a low groan rumbles through his chest. You watch as he runs the pad of his finger through the creamy wetness before bringing it to his mouth and holding eye contact with you as he sucks it between his lips. His eyes immediately roll back when your taste hits his tongue. âFuckinâ delicious. But Iâm always tastinâ you secondhand.. I canât wait to taste that sweet pussy directly from the source.â
Youâre utterly stunned for a moment. You look up at him with your jaw hanging open while you do your best to cover your most intimate parts when all you want to do is throw your legs open and fully submit to him. You always told yourself if he ever caught you that you would make him work for it. But with the way heâs looking at you now? You can already feel yourself slipping and he hasnât even touched you yet.
âWho - who said I was going to let you taste me? And what do you mean secondhand?â You tried to say it in a biting tone but your voice squeaks and betrays your facade immediately.
âOh, little mouse⌠this little back and forth weâve been playing has been fun and all. But now youâve wandered right into my bed and Iâm done playing games.â Rafe abruptly grabs onto your ankles, pulling you down to the edge of the bed until your feet are dangling off and you try to pull your knees together again but he grips onto them and pulls them back open. âQuit hiding from me.â
His hands grip tightly onto the meat of your thighs, the gold rings on his fingers pinching your skin in a way that has you holding back a moan. The look in Rafeâs eyes is nearly animalistic as he stares down at your puffy, wet pussy. Your little black thong pushed to the side, covered in creamy, white juices. His fingertips travel down your legs gripping hard enough to bruise with every inch. He brings his thumbs to the crevices of your thighs and presses his fingers hard on either side of your folds, pushing your pussy lips together. You canât hold in the tiny mewl that leaves the back of your throat. He punches your slick cunt together roughly a few times before pulling you apart. Your pussy clicks for him from your wetness as he pulls you open.
âBeen waiting for this moment, ya know?â Rafe runs his thumb along your slit, gathering your wetness before bringing his thumbs to rub along the sides of your lips, teasing you. âI knew it was you. I had my suspicions from the beginning. Ever since you walked in on me in the bathroomâŚâ
âHow?â Your voice is a broken whisper, any thoughts of fighting back slipping further and further from your mind. Embarrassingly enough, you feel like you could come from just this.
âWell, I was almost positive after that cute little cherry thongâŚâ Rafe grazes over your clit for just a moment before going back to teasing you. âEarlier that day you were wearing these sexy little jeans and when you bent over I got a view of that same thong. Then, to my surprise, the very same pair ended up in my office later that day.â He presses hard on your clit, giving it a few strokes and you think his teasing has finally come to an end but as soon as itâs there, itâs gone. And he goes back to teasing your pussy tantalizingly. âBut then, about a week later I saw you sneaking out of my office and I decided to let you get away with it.â
âYou decided?â You push yourself up on your elbows and scoff with your eyebrow raised, your irritation with him returning. Rafe just smirks before shoving his thumb knuckle deep in your pussy and curving it against your walls. It makes your eyes roll back while you wriggle underneath him.
âYes, princess, I decided.â His other thumb presses on your clit hard but doesnât move. âOnce I was positive it was you, I wasnât ready for it to stop. Especially once you started leaving those little pictures for me. Who knew you were such a dirty slut.â He pulls his fingers from you before landing a harsh smack on your clit causing you to yelp.
âSo you knew it was me and didnât say anything? And then proceeded to keep them in a treasure box and jerk off all over them? Pervert.â Rafe slaps your pussy again, three times in succession.
âStop being a fuckinâ brat. If Iâm a pervert, what does that make you, huh?â He slaps your pussy even harder and then brings both of his hands down on your inner thighs with a loud smack. âLeaving me your panties, takinâ dirty photos for me, I saw you inhaling my cologne like it was a line of coke. And now I caught you in my bed, coming all over my pillow. Youâre a nasty. Little. Girl.â He punctuates each word with a slap to your cunt and you canât help but moan loudly for him.
âYeah? Well youâre a nasty old man.â Your chest heaves but you still manage to paint a cheshire smirk on your face, your eyes twinkling with mischief as you use the last of your resolve against him.
âYou know what? Iâm sick of your bratty fuckinâ mouth.â Rafe grips onto the thin strings of your panties and pulls them down your legs before balling them up and shoving them in your mouth. The sudden intrusion makes you gag, but itâs not unwelcome. The act of dominance and the taste of yourself on your tongue has any and all attitude in you evaporating from your body. He grabs your chin and roughly shakes your head side to side. âThatâs better. You gonna be a good girl and let me taste that perfect cunt now or do I need to beat the attitude out of you?â
You moan around the lace in your mouth and drop your knees to the sides, offering yourself to him. Rafe looks at you devilishly as he lays on his stomach on the mattress and throws your legs over his shoulders. He runs his nose along your inner thigh as he takes in your sweet scent before hovering over your pussy and inhaling deeply.
âSmell so fuckinâ sweet, bet you taste even sweeter.â The flat Rafeâs runs through your folds up to your clit before circling it a few times. He nips it with his teeth and shoves his tongue as far as it can go inside of you causing you to cry out and arch your back off the mattress.
âQuit wiggling.â Rafe growls into your pussy, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body. His large hand splay on your hip, holding you down as he eats you like a man starved. He circles two fingers at your entrance before pressing them knuckle deep inside of you. He caresses your sweet spot while sucking your clit into his mouth and it has an explosion of pleasure washing over your body as your orgasm consumes you.
Rafe pulls off of you when you come down from your high and brings the fingers that were just inside you to his chin dripping with your juices. He smears it around before sucking his fingers clean, groaning like he just ate the best meal of his life. He leans forward and plucks the panties from your mouth before slamming his lips against yours. The kiss is dominating and he shoves his tongue deep into your mouth, swirling it around and coating your taste buds with your own cum. He leans back to admire you and he feels like his cock is going to burst. Your hair is a mess, your dark lipstick is smudged and slick, and the zipper on that tight little dress is barely hanging on. Your tits are on full display as you lay like a perverted little angel with your legs spread beneath him.
âGod damn. Iâve gotta fuck that pussy, baby.â Rafe pulls the zipper of your dress the rest of the way down before leaning up on his knees and reaching for the buttons on his shirt. âTake that shit off. Leave the socks and shoes though.â
He licks his lips as he continues to unbutton his shirt while his eyes practically swallow you whole. You quickly rid yourself of your dress and push yourself up onto your knees to watch him undress. You have to stop yourself from jumping him when he gets his shirt all the way off, his perfectly toned body towering over you. When he gets his pants down enough to get his cock out you canât even hold in your gasp. Heâs huge. So thick you arenât sure you could wrap a single hand around him and so long that you arenât sure if you could take him all down your throat.
âFuck. I donât know if thatâs going to fitâŚâ Your eyes are the sizes of saucers as you stare at his cock with your jaw slack. Those words make Rafe feel like heâs going to go insane and his hand flies to your hair, grasping onto it at the nape of your neck and yanking your head back.
âOh, itâll fit.â His tongue slides over his teeth and he takes his shaft in his hand so he can rub his precum along your lips, adding to the mess. Rafe uses his grip on your head to manhandle you onto your back before throwing your legs over his shoulders. He smirks down at you while he pumps himself in his hand. âYou want it?â
âYes, fuck. I want it so bad.â You tilt your hips towards him searching for any kind of friction but his hand presses down on your hip, stilling your movements.
âOh, come on, baby doll. You can do better than that. How bad do you want it?â He taps the head of his cock against your clit a few times before running it through your folds. You try to angle your hips to push him further inside of you and he just tuts at you like you did something naughty before pulling his cock away entirely. âLet me hear it, beg.â
âPlease, daddy, I want it so bad.â Rafe breathes out heavily through his nostrils and grips onto your throat, leaning down so his face is inches from yours.
âOh, little mouse.. youâre just full of surprises, huh? I donât think you know what youâve done.â Rafe chuckles darkly and leans back up onto his knees, positioning his cock at your entrance. He presses his head into you and heâs so thick you already feel so full by the time heâs only a few inches in.
âOh, god. I donât - I really donât know if itâs all going to fit.â The air is nearly taken out of your lungs when he thrusts his hips forward and youâre sure heâs all the way inside of you now but he pulls almost all the way out before slamming his cock into you to the hilt with his hips flush against yours. âHoly shit, oh my god.â
âI thought you wanted it so bad, now youâre whining that it wonât fit? Iâm gonna fuckinâ make it fit and youâre gonna take it like the dirty little slut you are.â Rafe rams his hips into yours at a brutal pace as he grips onto your throat again and squeezes tightly. His free hand comes to rub circles on your clit and it makes your vision blur. âYeah fuckin, take it. You gonna come for me? I can feel your pussy squeezing me. Youâre so fuckinâ tight.â
âYes, fuck daddy, please make me cum.â Your voice is a broken sob as your makeup smears messily down your face. âIâm so fucking full.â
âYeah, thatâs right, sweet thing. Give me your cum.â Thatâs all it takes to have an all consuming orgasm washing over you. Your walls convulse around Rafeâs thick length and he picks up his thrusts, chasing his own high. He uses his grip on your throat to press you down into the mattress and your legs fall down onto his hips. You lace them around him and this new angle has him hitting so deep you swear youâre going to feel him for days. The hand not on your throat hooks onto your bottom teeth, pulling your jaw open so he can spit on your tongue. You swallow without asking and then suck his fingers into your mouth greedily.
âYouâre so fuckinâ nasty, ya know that? Letting your dadâs boss fuck you till you cry while heâs right down stairs. Leaving me your little fuckinâ panties. This perfect god damn pussy.â Rafe is babbling like a man possessed as he pumps into you hard and deep until his cock starts to twitch inside you. He growls as he fills you with ropes of his cum. When he pulls out you feel nearly hollow and then he shoves his fingers knuckle deep inside of you, collecting some of his cum on his fingers. You pull his hand back to your mouth and lick his fingers, moaning at your combined tastes.
âOh, Iâm gonna have so much fun with you, little mouse.â Rafe stares down at you with a hunger thatâs laced with obsession and you donât even care because youâre just as obsessed as he is. âYouâre mine now.â
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iâm sorry everyone i have to post this before i forget
riding a cocky pervert (although tbh theyâre doing most of the work.. lifting you up and down by your hips over and over and over bc youâre so gone) whoâs making you list off all your dirtiest, nastiest, naughtiest thoughts and fantasies and after each one, they smirk and groan and tease and make fun of you and thrust up into you a little harder
âOh? Hm⌠thatâs not even that bad, sweetheart!â
âYouâreâfuckâso cute.â
âMmfff, thatâs hot.â
âOhhhh, youâre just as perverted as me, arenât you, honey?â
Perv!Gojo and Perv!reader are a match made in heaven!
âYouâre so nasty SatoruâŚâ you scoff as Gojo bucks his hips up into yours once more, clothed cock making an imprint on your panties, already soaked with his semen and your slick. He chuckles, pale skin flushed red with eagerness. âSays the one dripping aâahâall over me.â He hisses when you whine your hips in the most sinful ways, giggling at his words. You make him kiss you, hard and nasty. Spit bubbling between your lips, tongues explore one anotherâs mouth; scarping over teeth, feeling every nerve that carved their way through your bodies. When you pulled away, multiple strands of saliva still connect you and you bit your lip, eyes lightning up in a maddening way. And just like that Gojo came again. He leaked through his already soaked boxers and onto your pretty underwear; staining the cutest fabric. God, it was so hot. Youâll have to keep these panties in a safe space from now on. Gojo had blessed it with his essence there is no way youâll be able to part with them now. While recovering from his umpteenth orgasm of the night, Satoru was wondering in how he could steal the underwear for himself.
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A surge of excitement jolts through you at the thought. To see him peeking around the corner of his wispy white curtains from across the alley, in the building that serves as identical twin sister to yours. You'd just gotten home a couple of minutes ago, dropping off your purse and coat at the door, feeding your cat, Mr. Whiskers, before going to your room. It's been a very long day at the office for you, and all you've been able to think about is coming back to this.
It all started totally by accident. You noticed an unfamiliar man moving into the building next door, a handsome yet odd young blood who came to NYC to achieve some far-fetched artistic dream. Boxes of stuff nearly bursting from his junker of a car, expensive camera draped around his neck for safe keeping. It was too much for you to resist helping him as you watched him struggle from a couple floors above ground. You called down to him, offering your assistance, and he was more than glad to take it.
You helped him haul every last box up the couple flights of stairs, coming to find out his new apartment sits right across the narrow alley from your own. You commented on such, letting him know he could feel free to wave to you in passing if the mood struck. Little did you know, that this innocent enough offer would soon open a rather taboo door, never to be closed again by the look of it. In thanks of your help, the young man formally introduced himself, and ordered some take-out from a Chinese place you recommended.
Jonathan, you soon learned was his name. He was only a couple of years younger than you, still in his very early twenties, taking the one opportunity he had to get out of his wretchedly small hometown. He told you about his family, and you told him about yours. Not much to go on there, as you'd run away at sixteen to escape a couple of drunks you unfortunately called 'Mom' and 'Dad'. Nevertheless, you and Jonathan had a nice, casual talk, promising to look out for one another as neighbors. Neighbors. That's what you were supposed to be. Instead of playing this mildly fucked-up game you can't seem to find a way out of. Not that you're really complaining.
Back to the subject, it all started on a particularly humid night. As is typical for living in the Big Apple, your shitty landlord couldn't be bothered to have proper air conditioning put into his numerous rental properties. So, you had decided to go nearly naked in your apartment to beat the heat. You had a fan going, the window open as wide as it could go, lounging around in a thin t-shirt and skimpy panties.
You were in your room, trying to settle in for the night. But it was just too hot. You'd decided, fuck it, you can't sleep, and you may as well have a reason to be hot and bothered. You pulled open your bedside drawer, retrieving a reliable rabbit to satiate your growing hunger for release. You shoved your panties off, kicking them over the side of the bed. You clicked the toy on, which began buzzing firmly in your hand. You didn't waste any time at all, spreading your legs wide open and bringing the head of the rabbit to your needy clit.
Little did you know, at first, that Jonathan was getting the most perfect, pornographic view of you from across the alley. He'd been laid up in bed, lights off as he struggled to find some way to stay cool. He was completely nude between his thin sheets, and still sweating like a damn pig. He kept tossing and turning, eventually giving up and clicking on the small TV in his room to watch a movie or something. While he flipped mindlessly through the channels, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head to see what the movement was, and found you splayed out on your bed, touching yourself. He gasped in shock, fumbling with the remote so he didn't drop it loudly on the floor. Your buildings were definitely close enough to where you could hear a decent amount of sound if the windows were left open.
He caught the offending device, tossing it beside him on the bed. The little show you were putting on became far more interesting. Jonathan did briefly battle with himself whether or not it was right to be watching you like this, but his rapidly hardening cock won that argument. He rationalized it to himself, that maybe you wanted him to see you. You always left your curtains open, and waved at him at all hours of the day, whether you were fully dressed, or wrapped in nothing but a towel. He'd deal with the guilt later, he decided. He just couldn't bear to take his eyes off of you. His young, hot neighbor, who was currently lost in pleasure as she fucked herself with a silicone rabbit.
While Jonathan grappled with the potential implications of what spying on you could mean for your neighborly relationship, you continued to work the toy between your legs exactly to your liking. The thick shaft slid in and out of your pussy with ease, arousal spilling from you messily every few strokes. The buzzing 'ears' of the rabbit whirred against your clit, building you up towards an orgasm you realized you desperately needed. You weren't thinking about anyone in particular while doing this, mainly focusing on the sensations you were feeling with your eyes screwed shut.
But something felt off. Like someone was watching you. You peeled your eyes open for a moment, still going to town on yourself. Your eyes drifted around the room, looking for anything potentially lurking in the dark corners. Shadows were cast by the summer moon shining through your window, and your eyes drew past the open pane without much thought. That is, until you saw him. Jonathan, your neighbor, was watching you from the very edge of his own window. You couldn't make out much of him in the dark, but you knew he was there. The faintest outline of his head peered back at you.
Part of you wanted to stop, to stand up and go to the window and shout across the alley about how much of a pervert he was. It would've been the logical thing to do at such an invasion of privacy. But the other part, found it extremely hot that your cute neighbor wanted to see you in this way. You decided to play along, raising your free hand to wiggle your fingers at him like you always did, with a playful smirk plastered on your face.
Jonathan jerked back from the window at first when you waved, his face going red as a beet at getting caught. His heart pounded in his chest, he wondered how he would ever face you again after this. But the look on your face, and how you kept going, made him realize that you weren't grossed out, or offended. He was right, you liked it. He leaned back into view, perhaps a little further to let you know he was there. He waved back, and settled himself on the edge of his bed to watch you even more. His hand found his cock already dripping with need, a low moan escaping his thin lips as he closed his fist around himself.
When Jonathan came back into your line of sight, it was very clear what he was doing. You couldn't quite see below the window sill, but you could tell he was jerking off by the way his arm moved up and down, and how his mouth feel open just slightly. He was getting off on watching you. This only made the fire inside you burn hotter, making you feel as if you were melting into the bed at this point. You began to think of him now. You kept your eyes locked on him as you pounded your pussy with your toy, wishing it was him instead. You wanted Jonathan there, to touch you, kiss you, fuck you until you screamed his name. You wanted to have him there in your bed, sitting is his lap while his slender fingers pumped away inside you. You wanted to take his no-doubt gorgeous cock in your mouth, and suck the utter life out of him while he held you down. You wanted to ride him until your legs gave out, and have him fill you up with his sticky cum.
Jonathan refused to look away as your motions grew needier, your wrist getting a pretty good workout as you shoved the toy in harder, faster, deeper. He envied the thing, wishing he could be there instead. He stroked himself in time with your thrusts, dreaming up very filthy things about you to fill in the gaps. He craved the feeling of your lips on his neck, kissing and sucking all kinds of nasty bruises on his pale flesh. He wished for the opportunity to fuck your face until tears rolled down your cheeks and drool pooled heavily on your chin. He wanted to shove your head deep into your mattress while pounding you from behind, slapping your ass and making you squeal until you came all over his cock.
You could see him getting closer, and felt yourself doing the same. Your helpless moans and cries grew louder as the minutes passed, and you hoped Jonathan was able to hear them. Despite your wrist beginning to get tired in your fervor, you soldiered on. You weren't stopping for anything. You were making an absolute mess of your bed, sweat and juices dripping from you and soaking directly into the sheets. But you didn't care. You needed to cum, and you needed it soon. You kept hold of the idea of Jonathan's cock being the object fucking into you instead of the rabbit, moaning for him again and again when its rubber head hit your g-spot just right.
Jonathan was close, and he could tell you were, too. Fuck, he could hear some of those filthy noises you were making, which only pushed him closer to the edge. He listened and watched as you whined out his name, your thighs trembling as your orgasm was almost taking hold. His own high hit him unexpectedly, and he did his best to stand up to show you as his release spilled from his dick in thick spurts. He groaned loud enough for you to hear, still staring at you as his cum landed on his hand and the floor.
You cried out his name in ecstasy when you saw him lose control, eyes rolling back just after you watched him stand to show you his release. Your body shook as you came seconds after him, more mess spilling out of you and all over the bed. You heard it splash from your pussy, drenching your thighs and the sheets. You turned the toy off as your high ran its course, tossing it off to the side with little care where it would land. Once you caught your breath, you sat up to look across the alley again. You found Jonathan looking back at you, and he gave you another small wave. Awe rested in his eyes, probably from the massive amount of cum that came out of you just seconds before. You waved back at him, a satisfied smile on your face. You cleaned up and fell right asleep shortly after that, and Jonathan did the same.
After that first incident, this kind of thing became rather normal for the two of you. On many nights, either one or both of you will put on a 'show' of some kind. Most times it's just a silly strip tease, removing your clothes nice and slow while the other one watches. Even if it never leads to simultaneous masturbation, it's still highly thrilling for you. Other times, you up the stakes. Sometimes, one of you brings a date home. You bring them to your room, take off all your clothes, and go to town while the other one watches the whole thing.
None of these encounters are something you discuss beforehand. Oddly enough, your sexual adventures seem to only exist between the span of your twin windows, using them like mirrors you gaze into to feed your wildest fantasies. Outside of them, you only give polite greetings or farewells as you go about your lives. It's easier that way, you suppose. Not to mention far more exciting.
During the times when either of you bring a partner home, it's borderline intoxicating. You can't begin to count the number of times you've looked out the window to see Jonathan roughly fisting himself as you're getting absolutely railed. It heightens every sensation to know he's watching you, wishing he was the man to make you scream. Hell, sometimes he even has his camera out, snapping photos of you in every compromising position imaginable. Photos he later develops and slips underneath your door for you, sometimes with suggestive notes, or photos of himself to compliment them.
You, on the other hand, like to play with yourself in bed when Jonathan brings a girl to his place. You copy the positions he puts her in, fucking yourself on the rubber rabbit while he steals greedy glances over at you. You cum at the same time every time he does this, due to him timing his thrusts and speed to what he knows gets you off. And he hasn't even been on the other side of your window to figure that out.
It's been going on for months now, and you swear you'll never get enough. This little unspoken arrangement you have is probably the healthiest relationship you've ever been in, and you aren't even actually dating. You barely ever even say a word to each other, and you're unbelievably happy. You get everything you want, without having to deal with the dramatic bullshit that comes from typical relationships. And tonight, it looks like you little voyeur friend has brought a pretty blonde home. All that's left to do now is get in position, and enjoy the show.