#shinada

The humid heat of Japan sticks onto Shinadas' skin. The white fabric of his tank top uncomfortably forms around his body as he groans in response to it. Each attempt of him pulling it back off his skin is futile as it bounces back in place.

What made the situation even worse was the fact of how much he had missed you. That was evident with the growing tent in his sweatpants. Shinada palms at his boner, trying to relax himself as now wasn't the time. It was too hot. That'd just make him more uncomfortable. But fuck, he couldn't control the amount of envisions that kept popping up in his head. Each mumble that escaped his lips involved at least something about you. Imagining his pretty pillow princess all laid out for him as he claimed you as his and only his.

The heat began to make his head pound, his breathing heavy, his skin turning a light red. The more bothered he became didn't help as he became irritated. He sat on the ground, leaning himself up against a nearby wall before burying his thumbs into the hem of his pants. As he tugged on his waistband, Shinada felt like a teenage boy again with how he had let his urges get to him again. But there was no time to feel shame; he couldn't wait any longer. When his pants come down past his thighs, the way his cock protruded through his boxers begged for attention.

Shinada dug into his boxers next, pulling his twitching dick out of its restraints before keeping the fabric held back behind his balls. A small whine of a hum escaped his slightly parted lips just from the slightest touch; that's how sensitive he really was in that moment. The sweat that had accumulated across his body hadn't mattered anymore. He's gone too long without pleasing himself. With how busy he has been, it's understandable. His fist wrapped around the base of his dick perfectly, squeezing ever so slightly before giving himself a pump.

Each pump he gave himself made him tremor, Shinada biting down on his lip. The imagine of you created a wave of euphoria to hit down his stomach, the intense feeling too much. In an attention to keep up, his hands pace grew faster. Quickly, pre cum coated his whole dick making it easier to fuck himself. His head hung against the wall, eyes half lidded as they followed the lewd movement below.

Shinada is caught off guard, the sound of his apartment door opening. He has no time to conceal himself. Secretly (and hopefully), he wishes to himself that it's you. Pervertedly, he slowly continues masturbating, going to have a really awkward story to tell if it's not you.

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I wonder what Shinada is doing today. He hasn't called or even messaged me. I didn't think that he would be busy today, especially not on a Saturday. I tried sending him a message, but he didn't even see it. I left it alone for a while, finding other things to do as a distraction. He wouldn't purposefully ignore me, right?

I sent him yet another text. This one said, "I'm coming over, I miss you baby." I also just wanted to make sure he was okay. It's unlike him not to answer any of my texts or even call me. On my way out, I checked my phone one last time, nothing from him.

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I make my way up the boxy spiral staircase, my breath becoming heavy quickly from how little I'm used to exercising. I count each apartment by dragging my finger across each address number, excitingly getting closer to his number. When my finger hit his, I questioned whether I should knock or not since he has been a ghost all day.

Maybe he's just sleeping? Or not even home. that'll be the worst guessing game yet of where he's at. I slowly open the door inwards, hearing perverted sounds quietly echo through the small apartment. My head grows hot with fury as I rush in through the door.

"Baby...?" The sight I see in front of me is kind of pitiful. My heart aches, finding him rutting into his own hand. Tears swelled in the corners of his eyes, Shinada now facing me as he desperately tried to catch that high with just himself alone. The shame of being caught finally settled in as he rushed to make himself decent again.

I approached him, pursing my lips together into a pout. I slide my body down the wall next to him, my shoulder against his before gently pressing my lips together with his. No more words are exchanged after that. We both needed each other, and that was evident. Each kiss grew deeper, my hand revealing his leaking dick again, getting a grasp on it.

My touch alone sent soft whines escaping from his lips, causing vibrations through our connected mouths. I smile in between kisses, watching his face contort with pleasure. His mouth agape, trying not to make too much noise as I begin to aid him in reaching his orgasm. I leave a trail of kisses down his exposed neck, resting my head on his shoulder while I watch as my hand acts as a fleshlight for my boyfriend.

"Why didn't you call me, hm?" I ask softly, rubbing circles onto the most sensitive part of his dick, beckoning an answer back. I get no response back, so I adjust my head to a point where I can get eye contact from him. His face is full of embarrassment and shame, but he doesn't want me to stop.

"I didn't... Want to call you just for that..." It was hard to hear him, considering how quiet of an answer it was that he gave me. The only reaction I give him back is a sly giggle. Why would he think I'd be bothered if he called me because he was horny? That's one out of many reasons why I'm his girlfriend.

"Oh, baby..." I reassure him that I'm okay with it, as we had already established this kind of thing early into our relationship. My hand continues at a faster pace as he covers his face with his arm, close to cumming. "You're so good to me, I know you'd never just want me for that." Each piece of praise I direct towards him makes his body jerk, begging for more. Shinada trails off muttering incoherent lines of words, completely melted by my touch now.

The stickiness from the humidity combines with his pre cum, creating a lewd sound with each vigorous stroke. I bite my lip from the pornographic scene, watching his chest fail to keep up with his need for air, which causes him to moan out. Despite how hot it truly was, Shinadas skin was covered with goosebumps. Within a few more pumps, he held my hand still before cumming thick white ropes.

"Let go." I firmly demand, swatting his hand away. I watch as Shinada begged for mw to stop, my hand overstimulating him from below. I didn't stop until he came completely dry, leaving him a whining, drooling mess. His hand made its way up my hair before resting his own head against mine. Shinada watched as I licked my hand clean of his cum. In response, his dick twitched from my seductive act. I gave him a cheeky smile, placing my hand to rest on his chest as we both laid there with each other in our hold. Shinada placed a kiss on top of my head, remembering what I had told him just for future reference.

crds to @cafekitsune for the dividers.