Ignoring the fact that you make up for it most months, it is all the more annoying to see him lounging around as soon as you get home. Especially when the house feels like what you imagine the inside of hell's darkest ass crack to be. Too much movement would surely result in one of you passing out from overheated exhaustion.

It's with great urgency that you strip yourself of your things, purposefully making an unnecessary amount of noise as you toss your keys onto the nearby counter. The sound seems to pull Toji's attention away from the TV ahead of him, earning a lazy turn of his head as he glances back to you.

He can't even get a full greeting out before you scoff.

"Toji," His shoulders slump in instant reaction to the sound of scolding in your voice. It's way too fucking hot for you to start an argument with him now. "You've been home all day and you still haven't fixed anything."

He grunts from across the way, turns his attention back to the TV, and then rolls his eyes, "Can't work in the heat, doll."

"You wouldn't have to if you fixed it as soon as I said something months ago." You throw back at him, pulling your body through hot air just to get to your fridge.

You wanted to be disappointed to see that there's no water in the freezer nor fridge, really. But when you look back over to where Toji's been sitting on his ass all dat—spotting more empty water bottles than you can count—you find an expected wave of disappointment slither into you.

"Said sorry for that already, didn't I?" He asks, the lack of true care in his voice doing nothing to ease your irritation with him.

At this rate, you'd be sending out offers for a new roommate by tomorrow morning.

The freezer is opened back up for a moment, your hand diving in to try and get some sort of cooled relief, even if only for a second. Unfortunately for you, that seems to be yet another thing in your apartment in need of fixing.

You let the freezer door slam and your forehead follows after it as you rest yourself against its outside. Sighing, "Sorry doesn't fix anything, Toji."

You couldn't see it but he was smiling at that. The only reason he's lasted this long in this apartment with you is because he doesn't mind your nagging too much—it keeps him on his toes most times. But after not listening to you for months, he wonders if he'll actually get in trouble with you this time around.

When he turns to get another look at you, he's met with the sight of your back as you make way towards the bathroom. Toji figured you're off to shower in hopes of cooling yourself off in the process.

Unfortunately for you, the building you live in has the opposite issue most complexes do and instead of running out of hot water, your place has an issue producing cold water. This wouldn't be so bad if the person who showered before you was conscious of how much he used.

But when annoyingly mild tempered water hits your fingers, you're left knowing exactly who to blame. Again.

He may enjoy living with you because he doesn't mind hearing you cold him, however you are slowly starting to dread sharing this apartment with him more and more as each day lugs on.

——

After a warm shower, you tuck yourself off into your bedroom only to find that it is undoubtedly the hottest room thus far. You try to ignore it as you pull on some shorts and a t-shirt that won't have you drenched in sweat come next morning but naturally it's difficult to do so once you lay yourself down.

You toss and turn against your sheets—comforter practically tossed to the floor, and body already beginning to perspire in a thin layer of sweat—until you manage to doze off for a solid ten minutes. Apparently that was all it took for your body to decide that sleeping under this heat was going to be impossible.

Which is how you end up out in the living room. Toji wasn't occupying the couch anymore so you tried to sleep there, figuring that if he could spend the whole day in one spot, you could spend a night sleeping there and it would provide you just the slightest bit of coolness in comparison to what you bedroom had given you.

Yet, every slight shift in your movement somehow made you impossibly hotter. The couch cushions did nothing but toast your skin and the humidity in the air led you into peeling yourself right off of the furniture and trudging towards the last known resort.

Toji's bedroom.

Now, you're no stranger to your roommate being quite the pervert—which is why you avoid his bedroom at all costs—but sometime back during the winter season, you do recall a few weeks were your apartment's heating system gave out and it was established then that Toji's bedroom had been the chilliest. He ended up sleeping in your room for some nights because of that, cuddling up against you in the name of sharing body heat.

So now that it's summertime, you're standing outside of his door hoping that something similar still applies to the temperature of his room. Your room is obviously the hottest, the living room and main area of the apartment barely fairs any better, and all that leaves his room to be hopefully a few degrees lighter than everywhere else.

You push his room door open sluggishly, nearly doused in sweat from head to toe as you trudge towards his bed and smack at his foot while you walk by. "You up?" your voice cuts through the air carelessly, earning a low grunt from the man sprawled out across his mattress. "Cool, move over."

That seems to wake Toji right up. His eyes peel open and he lets out a huff heavy enough to add to the heat occupying the rest of the apartment, but neither of you have the energy to say anything about it. "Why're you in here?" he asks as he scoots his large body over to give you some room.

For a short moment—and a short moment only—Toji wonders if the heat has finally made you come to your senses where he's concerned. He hoped that maybe a wet dream involving him brought you into his bedroom.

The weight of your body makes the bed dip in a bit as you shuffle onto his sheets right beside him, instantly melting into the faint frigidity it provides, and letting out a short sigh. "It's cooler in your room, so I'm sleeping in here tonight. You better get that shit fixed tomorrow."

Toji looks over and feels the excitement he had to share a bed with you rapidly die inside him as he's met with the sight of your back facing him. This wasn't the worst scenario possible, but he was really wishing for something more interesting to have led you into this position next to him.

He doesn't say anything in response to you with his mouth and decides on letting his eyes speak for him with the way they slide down your body. The shirt you have on was hugging your torso due to how much you'd been sweating, glued to every slight curve and dip of your frame, and leaving him unable to look away quickly enough.

It didn't take a genius to see that you were at ease beside him rather quickly. Toji is suddenly very appreciative for the slightly chiller conditioning of his bedroom. Technically it's still hot—as too much movement could quickly result in exhaustion just as it would in any other area of the apartment—but with you laying beside him in shorts small enough to drive him insane, he figures it's all worth it.

Meanwhile, you don't have to be facing Toji to know his eyes are on you. You could practically feel the way his gaze crawled over you, eventually settling onto the scarce fabric of your shorts that did little to conceal the entirety of your ass. There's a sudden and prominent urge to adjust the way your clothes are sitting on you, and Toji watches as you slowly move a hand to tug your shorts down an inch.

The scar at the corner of his lips shifts as his mouth twitches and he fights off a smirk.

He would never touch you without your permission or anything like that, but he was aware that you knew the real effects you had on him. Even laying beside him was enough to make his hips shift against the bed.

There was only so much space between your body and his, and his mattress wasn't the largest thing in the world so most movement was easily acknowledgeable. Even so, you decided to ignore it as best as you could.

Even though you could tell his hand had lifted from his side and moved somewhere towards his legs. Your eyes squeezed shut and you hoped silently that Toji wouldn't do what you figured he was about to.

Surely it was too hot for that.

Right?

At first he wasn't going to do anything. It started off as his fingers going off to pinch and tug at the fabric of his gym shorts, giving the steadily rising erection in between his legs some space to breathe. Then he told himself he wouldn't give it any attention and try to sleep it away.

Toji was on the same page as you in the beginning, he really was. Jerking off with you trying to sleep beside him was way too hot of an activity under all this warmth.

And yet, he's palming at his dick within the next twenty minutes. You drifted off just enough for him to be able to move without you noticing, and while he didn't touch you, he did lean over to glance over your shoulder to make sure you were fast asleep before his hand had wrapped around the bulge that'd formed against his shorts.

You'd shift around in your sleep a little and he'd twitch against his hand, watching the way your hip looks adjusting against the bed. Oh, the things he'd give to perch his hand there instead, turning his body over to cup yours and rubbing the outline of his hard cock up against the natural curve of your ass instead of his palm like some loser.

The thought alone brought his bottom lip up in between his teeth. Then he was moving his hands beneath his shorts and letting out a quiet breath of air. He didn't intend to jerk off like this. Seriously.

When his hand first makes contact with his dick, he shudders. Toji's tugged at his cock in thought of you over the years more times than he could count, but somehow this was different. He'd never done it next to you like this, where leaning over a couple inches brought your scent into his nose and the natural warmth of your body closer to intertwine with his.

Even back when he'd shared a bed with you during the winter he managed to control himself each night and refused to stroke himself. Well, right next to you, at least. He most definitely got off like a whore the very second you were gone.

Toji ends up spitting into the palm of his hand as quietly as he can manage before he pulls his cock free and rubs at the head whilst staring at your body. You seemed so upset with him earlier, sending those slight jabs his way. He's sure if it was a bit cooler, you would've cursed him clean out like you normally do.

But just the thought of the few comments you'd made thus far is enough to have him leaking into his hand as he finally wraps his fingers around his thick shaft and jerks off. The sounds of his actions are a bit loud, schlick after schlick after sopping schliiick. Technically you should've woken up, but the fact that you didn't made him all the more horny.

He knows you'd get annoyed if you caught him like this—the fact that he can't even handle you sleeping in his bed is definitely enough to piss you off.

Little did he know, you were pretending to sleep the entire time. You were in and out of your slumber, sure, but you certainly weren't able to get a full night's rest when the sound of your roommate touching his wet cock next to you was loud enough to drive any woman insane. There was an image of it somewhere in your head, courtesy of accidentally walking in on him in the bathroom a couple times in the past, so it was a little difficult to sleep with those thoughts combined with his strokes all in one hot night.

Not to mention the way he was panting behind you with not one care in the world for how noisy he was. Hell, some of his breaths managed to slither towards the back of your neck.

You made the mistake of adjusting yourself again and accidentally pushed back towards him, your ass nearly making contact with the side of his body. Toji had to grip at the base of his dick to stop himself from cumming just then, his next breath choking its way out of him before he could help it, and his other hand moving to pull his shirt up.

He went to bite down on the fabric to hopefully help with the sounds threatening to spill from his lips but it didn't help much.

The man resumed with his strokes and it wasn't long before you felt something land on your butt in thick spurts.

Despite the fact that you already had your eyes closed, they squeezed shut a little harder as you fought the urge to flinch. You hoped desperately that what you just felt wasn't what you thought it was. There was no way Toji managed to cum on your ass while you were "sleeping", right?

You figure that right then is as good a moment as any to stop pretending to be asleep and let yourself yawn—giving him a sign that you've stirred awake. Toji's body tenses up almost immediately, his eyes widening a fraction as he realizes what exactly he just did. He gulps, frantically looking around the bed to see what he can use as an excuse for the white mess currently drooling down the side of your ass.

Fairly enough, he has half a mind to snap a picture before you turn over. Just so he can have something to remember this by, y'know?

He doesn't though, considering how he moves to tuck his dick back into his shorts and clears his throat.

After which he moves to prop himself up on one of his elbows, and you feel something brushing against your butt. You can't help the way your eyes broaden.

Then you peek back at him from over your shoulder, and your gazes meet for a breif moment. There's not an ounce of guilt on his face and he only holds the eye contact with you for a few seconds before he looks back down to focus on what he's doing.

You follow along with the redirection and angle yourself back just enough to catch sight of what exactly is brushing against you. You see a cloth in his hand and watch silently for a few seconds as he wipes you clean.

Somewhere in your mind, you wondered if he was going to casually explain that he just came on you and then try to go to sleep like it was no big deal.

To your surprise, neither of those things happen.

The next bit of eye contact that's exchanged between the two of you is awkward. He's still wiping and you're just starring at him as try to figure out what you're supposed to say to him. What exactly was the proper way to react in this situation?

You're too hot to argue, too tired to be disgusted, and fainly aroused since you've always had a mutual attraction for the man that you've been trying to ignore for as long as you've been living with him.

“Sorry,” Toji’s the first to break the ice. “Had this in the bed,” he moves his other hand up and within it is a convienent bottle of lotion. Part of you wanted to laugh at him because of course he has enough junk in his bed to use as a cover up for what he'd really just spilt on you. "Saw some of it got on ya'," he finishes off with a half-apologetic grin on his lips.

You obviously knew that wasn't true since you heard every little detail of what he'd been doing—from spitting into his hand, to thoughtlessly huffing out your name under his breath. Toji wasn't fooling anyone here, but you'd let it slide for now.

“Might wanna change out of these,” he suggests in reference to your shorts, tapping at your butt once he's done wiping you off, “I could lend you somethin’, or—“

“No, it’s fine.” is all you say before you turn your head away.

With no warning, Toji ends up watching how you slide your hands down and swiftly remove your shorts—tossing them off the bed and then laying yourself back down as if to sleep.

He blinks.

Then his eyes unfortunately find themself on your panties because surely you were doing this on purpose now. Coming into his room this late because of the heat, sleeping next to him and nearly rubbing your ass against his body, and now clad in nothing more than a thin shirt and even thinner panties?

If he squinted hard enough at the right angle, he swears he'd catch sight of your pussy.

You heard him scoff behind you, then the weight in the bed shifts around as he decides to pay no mind to your attire this time. He already got off, so naturally there should be no need to go again.

…Even if you're clearly testing his patience.

——

Minutes fly by. Neither of you get a wink of rest.

You're starring blankly at the wall in front of you and Toji's left blindly looking up at the ceiling. Both of you tried to go to sleep, honestly.

But Toji kept adjusting his legs to stop the constant twitching of his cock and you repeatedly rubbed your legs together as if to lightly soothe the ache that'd came about after that whole fiasco of his seed ending up on you.

At this point the only thing occupying Toji's bedroom were two idiots in heat. Whether or not that meant heat in the literal sense or in the physical sense was beyond understanding to either of you.

After thirty minutes of you two staring into space and waiting on the other person to make a move, both of you manage to get some rest.

Though, it doesn't take much longer for you guys to realize that this was the worst possible outcome. Somewhere in your sleeping, your bodies naturally find one another. You'd think that under the hot air some distance would be created, but it seems as though you both had unintentionally different plans.

The next time you wake up, it's to the steady sound of something thumping against your ear. When your eyes flutter open, you're met with a naked chest and the feeling of something weighty wrapped around you.

The weight in question seems to be Toji's arm and the thumping you hear is coming from his beating heart. You lift your head a little to look up at his face and he's already giving you a half-lidded, groggy stare.

“It’s hot as shit in here ‘n you decide to lay on me? You’re tryin’ to kill me.” He mumbles, the very vibration of his deep voice involuntarily causing you to shift against him.

Both of your limbs are already tangled with one another, so the next movement of your body wakes you up fully as your clit presses somewhere up against his thigh.

You try to nudge at him playfully to distract yourself from the sensation that invoked, “No one’s trying to kill you, Toji. Hush.”

None the wiser, your roommate tries lifting his legs to move over a bit and accidentally grinds the firm muscle you'd already been pressed against, into you. You turn your face away just in time to hide the expression that tugs out of you, but fail to swallow down the sound that follows.

“Mmnh,” The sound floats out of you before you can control it.

Then Toji's brows scrunch up—as if he has any room (literally) to be confused, “Fuck was that?”

Your head shakes, “Nothing.”

That singular word flips some type of switch in his head, resulting in that same leg lifting up a few inches in between yours, and simultaneously pushing your body further up against his whilst rubbing between the dampened fabric concealing your core. Your jaw falls open helplessly this time and Toji eyes the way your hand flies down to his chest as if to grab at it.

Technically you were trying to brace yourself, but the breathy bit of air you release along with all the movement makes him cock a brow.

“You sweatin’ down here?” Toji asks bluntly, now dragging his leg back down just to cop a bit of a better feel than the first time.

It would be obvious to anyone with eyes that neither of you were in your right mind at the moment. He was openly teasing you and you weren't shutting it down like you normally do. Perhaps it was the heat or the lack of proper rest under it—but either way—the two of you were clearly falling victim to the same sensations.

Your lashes flutter again and you hunch forward towards him a bit, “That’s not-," his leg adjusts again, the bulky muscle in his thigh flexing, "Toji.”

“What? That’s not what?” He grabs at your chin and tugs your face up to look at him properly, “Talk to me, doll. Tell me what that is I’m feelin’.”

The forced eye contact makes you throb. You suppose right then that the heat had finally gotten to you. Otherwise you wouldn't be feeling the way you do at the moment.

Right?

Your body adjust against him slightly and you fight the urge to let your eyes fall back as pleasure jolts throughout your body from the feel of your clit catching the firm build of his leg. “It’s not sweat, Toji.” You admit honestly.

There's a singular beat of silence that passes, filled only with your hardly discreet way of grinding against his leg, and him aiding you through every faint gyration.

“Mh.” His hum rumbles lowly, “So, you’re horny.”

You drop your face down into his chest out of embarrassment and you playfully smack at him, “Don’t say it like that!”

“Say it like what? It’s true." Toji cocks his head over and watches how your body is betraying your embarrassment. Then he finds himself smirking all over again as he his face back toward you, lips angling to your ear, "Your pussy’s droolin’ all against my thigh right now—should I have said it like that instead?”

You almost moan, “N-No."

“Hah.” Now he's smirking in full force, hands having gone to your sides just to feel your body twitching as they slide lower and lower, “Go ahead ‘n move your hips—rub one out against me, baby.”

There's a groan that snakes out of your throat in response before your hand curls into a frustrated ball against the planes of his abs, “Don’t call me that.”

Toji's hands grip at your hips and his voice seductively caresses itself throughout your eardrums, “Want me to do it for you?" Your head shakes in response to his question and he tuts, "Alright then rub that pussy against me, lemme feel her real good.”

And what more permission did you need?

You pluck your body away from being sandwiched to his, sitting up at some half-angle and let your hips buck forward just once. Toji smiles and wastes not one second in dragging his clammy palm around to properly grope at the fat of your ass.

“Mhm,” he hums encouragingly, to which you let off an airy sound that has his cock aching for attention all over again. “There you go. Keep making yourself feel good, pretty girl.”

“Toji," his name leaves you in something just short of a moan, and it's overtly apparent now that both of you are overcome with a mutual neediness.

His hand squeezes at your ass with each rock 'n shy rut of your hips—guiding you with your steady grinding over his thigh. Then you feel your clit roll at a rather juicy angle, quickly resulting in your upper half flopping back down against Toji.

He feels a hot pant fan out across his chest and he has to bite at his lip again to stop himself from making all kinds of noises. This was everything he'd fantasied about and more if he was being completely honest.

“So fuckin’ sexy,” Toji compliments with a greedy tug of your body, weeping a webby lather of precum from the slit of his cock in reaction to having your tits pressed against his naked skin—your perked nipples rubbing against him in a fashion near to the way your clit traveled his thigh beyond your panties. “My dick’s gonna start hurtin’ if I don’t do something. Can’t keep watching you like this.”

You're the one holding back responses now, instead answering him with a sudden kiss against his left pec. Toji's lips separate and he breathes out something soft once your hand slips down to the waistband of his shabby shorts.

“Can I?” You whisper against his skin, lips smearing.

Toji looks at you like you just asked him the dumbest question in the world. Then he scoffs, “Go ahead.“

You waste no time in dipping your hand beneath the dark fabric to haul his cock free. In your hand is a weight nothing could've prepared you for.

Toji's got a freakishly heavy cock, to say the least. It's massive within your fingers and when you look down at it, you almost moan from the sight alone.

Even though his room was rather dark, there was enough moonlight spilling in from the distant window to have the cum gathered around his plump head glistening. Your thumb pushed up and slipped right against that pretty slit of his, earning a sharp crack in his breathing.

Toji feels your the pad of your thumb applying pressure before he groans. Then you stroke downwards towards his base, feeling the dark, sweaty hairs of surrounding it tickle your skin.

“Shit," You mutter.

He—annoyingly—starts smirking at you again, “Big, ain’t it?”

Your eyes roll, then you turn your head back up to look at him, “Shut up.”

The next few minutes consist of you jerking him off whilst you continue grinding against his leg. Toji mutters filth under his breath that you're too horny to hear, and both of you are now sweating against one another for entirely different reasons.

Toji expects this act to be the very peak of his expectations, but amid your perfected strokes—because fuck if your hand isn't the best thing he's felt around his dick in weeks—your mouth meets his chest again, and he's quickly caught off guard by the way your lips wrap around one of his nipples. Your tongue swirls aimlessly, tugging the bud further past your lips whilst indulging in two other fruitless acts of pleasure simultaneously.

For a while you were convinced that Toji's laziness translated in the bed as well since he damn sure wasn't doing much aside from letting you rub all over him in every available aspect.

That was until he felt your breaths coming in shorter and your hand gripping at his cock a bit tighter to brace yourself for something. It was rather adorable how quickly you tensed up against him as your orgasm approached. All he could do was sit there and swallow down his groans as you gripped his cock and moaned against his nipple, clit throbbing at his thigh and cunt leaking your panties into a soaking mess.

The moment your body starts to convulse and he realizes you're cumming, his hand slides under your panties and he palms the bare skin of your ass before applying a hefty bit of pressure—weighing your body harder down against his thigh so you have no room to run from the orgasm that crashes over you.

Feeling you cum against his leg is easily one of the best feelings in the world in his opinion. He would have the air conditioning broken for months if this would be the result every night.

Not that he tells you this, of course.

As you're panting and trying to steady your breathing, Toji finally decides to stop being lazy and causes your hand to fall away from his length as he suddenly shifts about to push you over.

You land on your back and gasp, blinking rapidly before he's positioning himself above you—cock dangling nastily and sloppily kissing against the skin of your naked thigh. Toji's big arms bracket the sides of you body and you stare up at him innocently, as if you didn't just rub one out on his thigh and leech onto him throughout the entire ordeal.

“What’re you doing?” you ask.

“You want me to fuck you, right?” Toji hums, abruptly hooking an arm under one of your knees and lifting your leg up. Then he's doing the same to your other leg and your breath is tangling around somewhere in your lungs. You're barely given a proper moment to process what's going in before he's dipping down in between your clammy legs as if it's second nature, "Gotta make you cum for me first."

"But I just—"

"Nah," Toji's smiles once he's got a face full of your pussy in front of him—your flimsy panties the only thing between his starving mouth and what was about to serve as a refreshment for him, "Not like that. On my tongue."

That's the only warning he gives you before diving in.

It should've been too hot for half of the things you two had done so far and yet here you were anyway—letting him grind the entirety of his mouth against the gorgeously swollen mound of your pussy, his teeth baring out to tug your panties over to the side so he could properly suction his lips to you. Your underwear is kept to the side by a singular thumb that he angles over, and his mouth is nothing short of disgusting against you.

In fact, the entire lower half of his face is nasty when met with your pussy. The tip of his nose nuzzles against your frazzled clit, and his lips motion outwardly before he sucks the slick out from in between your folds—tongue coming through to lap at it as if rewarded. When he groans, you feel the sound thunder against the entire lower half of your body.

Toji's busy going to town until you both are a mess of mixed sweat and pleasureful tears. Your hand found his hair somewhere in between his long tongue curving up inside you, and since then you've been grinding upwards against him, practically riding his face whilst he fucked you right back down into the matress with his mouth alone.

The same mattress of which rocked with both of your combined movements. The volume of your moaning and his groaning was surely enough to earn a noise complaint from a nearby neighbor the following morning but obviously neither of you cared.

Between Toji's tongue and the heat that continued to make you sweat into his sheets at a ridiculous rate, your next orgasm comes far heavier than the first one had. So much so that you were squirming all against your roommate, trying to push at his head as if you didn't want to cum—your poor mind scrambled from everything that'd taken place thus far.

It's not until after you spill something weepy into his mouth that he peels his mouth off of you and wipes at his mouth, licking the remnants that smear across his hand immediately after.

Yet even then Toji doesn't give you much time to recover. If anything, he gives you no time to recover whatsoever.

Your eyes are still stinging from prickly tears of pleasure, and as you're blinking them away, you catch sight of him crawling his way back up over you. Next thing you know and his mouth meets yours in a singular, haphazard kiss that consists of a slanted tongue sloppily breaking past your lips and a groan pouring into your opened mouth.

Then his cock slips against your exposed folds, a thumping vein felt mapping the outskirts of your sensitive clit before he angles one hand down to grip his base. Your body latches onto his all over again, arms wrapping around his neck despite the sweat on your skin making the both of you slip 'n slide against one another.

Toji smiles into his next set of smooches, trailing his kisses down to your jaw, and eventually the warm side of your neck before feeling you roll your body upwards—cunt kissing the head of his dick as he slides it downwards in one heavy motion.

“Awh, look at you grindin’ on my tip like that. You want this fat cock inside you, huh?” His voice slathers itself into your skin and it's making you impossibly hotter underneath him, but you couldn't be bothered with it right now. Which is exactly why you nod in response, and he leans up a little to look you in the eyes whilst releasing his length from his grip, “Yeahh? Here, take it then—let me see you put it in.”

No seconds are wasted as you dip your hand down and comfortably wrap your fingers around him, giving him a couple tugs that he can't help but glance down at. Toji eventually obeys your short tugs 'n pulls by letting his body follow the motion until his tip is getting snagged by your goopy entrance—globs of slick sobbing all over his first few pudgy inches.

The very moment he starts sliding into you, you're whining and he's left moaning above you.

“Ohmygodd,” His dick easily stretches you out a bit more than you were expecting it to, the sheer girth of him jerking a gaspy little call of his name out of your lungs, “Toji-, Toji!”

“What, what? What’s wrong?” He pauses rather quickly to ensure he's not hurting you or something, hardly even halfway inside you and staring down at your twisting face with worried eyes.

You’re panting, nails having moved to dig into his arms already, “You’re too fuckin’ big.”

That makes Toji grin before he huffs, “No such thing.” and pulls back to spank your cunt with the weight of his cock a couple times. He only tops to spit at his four fingers before smacking you with his dick again, inching in afterwards and reassuring you with a rather gently murmured, “She can take me.”

Your head shakes but there’s an eager glimmer in your eye whilst you whisper back to him warningly, “Just… go slow.”

“Mmmh, I’ll try,” He tells you before leaning down to kiss your cheek and whispering, “Just for you.”

Then he's nudging his way into you—inch by inch until his chubby balls are left flush against your sweat-glossed skin and his tip is bumping against your hilt.

He looks down and sees his cock bulging against your skin. Then he thumbs at your clit and tutts—popping a pout at how puffy your pussy lips are around his dick already. “Look at that slutty pussy—she knows how to take cock juuuust fine.”

Your walls constrict around him just once and the next thing you know, Toji's rocking himself in 'n out of you perfectly. Your insides seem to mold to the shape of him in a matter of minutes, getting used to his wide size and taking him in deeper as he moves along.

The sounds of sex practically cloud the room, his cock fucking into you faster than you can keep up with and your mushy walls sucking him in farther than he can comprehend. Sweat drips off of his body and onto your and the both of you are an utter mess of one another.

Every now and then he'd lean down to kiss you but the gesture always comes shabbier than the last, lips maligning across one another whilst warm saliva is exchanged and left across both of your faces.

Your hand makes the mistake of moving to his lower abdomen and pushing at his body just a few seconds after he starts fucking you down into the mattress—the bed rocking and shaking beneath your bodies—and Toji seems ticked off for half a second.

Then he nods his chin at your wrist, "Move your fuckin' hand and feel it, feel that dick inside you. Stretchin' you out real good."

He's not entirely sure if it's his words or the way he starts plowing forward even faster, but the slippery squelches one of those invokes from you most certainly is not something he imagines. Then your moans increase in volume and Toji figures he doesn't need a neighbor scolding the two of you for this tomorrow so he brings a hand up to your chin and then props his thumb up to your bottom lip.

“Open up, doll.” He orders plainly, to which you take his finger in without him even having to ask. Toji smiles at the sight, “Atta girllll, now suck on it.”

You do exactly that for him, the action suppressing how loud your moans are for a while until his cock knocks across your cervix and leads you to bite down on his thumb. The sensation is sudden and sharp, which nearly makes Toji's eyes cross for a moment.

Words couldn't describe what that little bit of pain did to him, honestly. All you both know is that within the next few seconds, something creamy is flooding your insides and making you two many degrees hotter than you'd been earlier.

Your brains turn off in sync after that and he's just thrusting mindlessly for another minute or two, as if to make sure he's properly bred you or something. Then his fingers move to the side of your neck and his thumb slides out of your mouth—leaving a thin trail of saliva in its wake—and his entire hand goes off to cradle the back of your head.

You gasp once Toji lifts you up from the bed in one, freakishly strong tug, still humping his dick into you slightly before your mouths collide somewhere in the air. You're hauled all the way up until he's sitting back on his heels and you're appropriately sat on top of him. Both of your arms and hands are everywhere on each other's body, and it feels like something utterly depraved as taken over.

The kisses you share is a slop of tugged lips and sucked tongues, mingled with breathy moans and murmurs of your names until his hands find the underside of your thighs and move to bounce you up and down on his cock.

A whine is punctured directly out of you as you're lifted, gravity aiding Toji in plopping you right back down onto his cum-smothered base. Then his mouth finds one of your tits and he's drooling all over you.

You thought you were unsure of what had gotten into you but apparently Toji was far worse off. It's like the heat of the room was of no concern anymore. The only thing that mattered to him was having your body be thoroughly appreciated by every part of him he had to offer.

He's even mumbling into you while his tongue swirls around your nipple, “So fuckin’ hot it here,” he puffs, “Making me lose my goddamn mind—fuckin’ you like this. Hahhh.”

You're babbling nonsense with your arms wrapped around hims head, “Tojiiii-, aanh! You feel s-so good inside me.”

Which, makes him feel all proud inside for the nth time tonight, “I know I do." His hands grasp at the thick of your hips again and he squeezes your skin just once before moving you vertically around the sticky inches of his length, “Feel good when I bounce you up ‘n down my dick like this too?”

You’re nodding stupidly. Then his hands find your asscheeks and he's groping you the way he's always wanted to.

Plap after plap after plap bounces against the walls and his cum has evenly started to leak down against his balls and drip onto his sheets—which were already a mess to begin with.

Then his head flies back and his hair is sticking to his skin due to sweat, “Fuuuck, I’m gonna cum again." He warns, tipping his chin down a moment to meet eyes with you, "You ready for it, doll? Hm? Gonna fuck it into you.”

He earns another dumb nod of your head as you press into him. Whimpering, “Fill me up, Toji. Pleeease?"

The next and final load that he shoots into you comes in uneven bursts, painting your walls in a sluggish fashion before both of your bodies go still against one another. Well, safe for you shuddering as you release right along with him.

You're still hugging his head and he's still got his arms wrapped tightly around you but that only lasts for a few seconds before both of you feel another wave of heat draft over you. Then, for the first time in forever, you're remind of how you ended up in his room to begin with.

Toji lifts his head up to kiss your shoulder, “I uh-, fuck." He snorts into your skin—regretting it directly after since the sweat on both of your skin is beginning to make your bodies feel glued to one another, "I would’ve put on a condom but uhm… s’too hot for that.”

You scoff at him, “Liar, you ran out of condoms three weeks ago.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He mumbles back.

Then he realizes there's no way you'd know that unless you were just as much of a disgusting pervert as he was and had been tracking the number of condoms he had in the same way he'd been tracking how many pairs of panties you'd allowed to go missing over the past month.

Pulling away from your shoulder and blinking, “Wait a damn minute.”

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neighbor!dilf grayson who starts calling you sweetheart in a low, rough voice that makes your knees buckle. First time was accidental (he was half-asleep, handing you a package). Now he says it every chance he gets, watching you bite your lip and try not to melt.

neighbor!dilf grayson who hears you drop something heavy in your apartment at 2 a.m. and is at your door in thirty seconds, hair tousled, voice gravelly with sleep: “You okay in there, baby?” You open the door in an oversized t-shirt and nothing else, and he has to grip the doorframe to keep from pinning you to the wall right then.

neighbor!dilf grayson who finally snaps the night you knock on his door at midnight, eyes red from crying over some asshole who ghosted you. He pulls you inside without a word, sits you on his counter, and kisses you slow and deep until you’re gasping his name into his mouth.

neighbor!dilf grayson who doesn’t let you speak for the first ten minutes. Just kisses you like he’s starving (slow, filthy, tongue stroking yours until your hands fist in his shirt and you’re trying to climb him right there on the counter). He tastes like whiskey and the mint gum he chews when he’s thinking about you too hard.

neighbor!dilf grayson who lifts you off the counter like you weigh nothing, hands under your thighs, and carries you to the kitchen island. Sets you down, spreads your legs wide and drops to his knees without a word. Rips your panties off with his teeth. The first swipe of his tongue is so gentle you sob, the second is so rough you see stars.

neighbor!dilf grayson who eats you out like it’s his last meal on earth (slow licks, then fast flicks, then sucking your clit until your thighs clamp around his head and you’re grinding against his face). He growls “come on my tongue, baby” and you do, back arching off the marble.

neighbor!dilf grayson who stands up, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and kisses you so you taste yourself on him. Then spins you around, bends you over the island and fucks you from behind with one hand fisted in your hair and the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. He leans over you, mouth at your ear: “This what you needed, sweetheart? Someone who knows how to take care of you?”

neighbor!dilf grayson who pulls out just to flip you onto your back on the couch, hooks your knees over his shoulders and slides back in so deep you feel him in your throat. He fucks you slow now, eyes locked on yours, watching every expression like he’s memorizing it. When you come again he swallows your moans with a kiss and keeps going until you’re begging.

neighbor!dilf grayson who carries you to the shower, pins you to the tile, and fucks you standing up (water pounding down your back, his hand between your legs rubbing tight circles until you’re coming again, legs shaking so hard he has to hold you up). He comes inside you with a low groan after he practically beg you to let him stay inside.

neighbor!dilf grayson who wraps you in his robe after, carries you to his bed to cuddle. He lasts five minutes before he's fucking you lazily on your side. One arm under your neck and his cock dragging in and out like he's savoring every second.

neighbor!dilf grayson who kisses your shoulder, your neck, your tears, and tells you “no one’s ever gonna hurt you again” right as you come one last time, clenching around him so hard he follows you over.

neighbor!dilf grayson who, when you’re both wrecked and trembling, pulls you into his chest, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back, and murmurs, “Stay the night, yeah?”

How could you say no to him?

your thighs squeeze. your eyes are teary when you look in the mirror, face flushed, tits heaving. "i have nice breasts."

"mmh," toji slides a palm up your side. he lets his thumb brush against your aching nipple, before twisting and stretching the pebbled peak between his fingers. you arch into him on instinct. "so nice, dollface. and what else? look at this pussy in the mirror, baby. tell me all about it."

his thumb presses into your clit. but then he slides it away.

you moan, loud, slick dripping down your thighs. toji’s cock twitches against your ass, but clearly he’s got the self control of a god.

your lashes are tear rimmed. “i have—i have a pretty pussy!”

“so pretty,” he murmurs, tugging your clit before pressing his thumb against it, rubbing slow circles over the bud. “prettiest pussy i’ve ever fucking seen. so wet and noisy for me. tell me more, sweetheart.”

“my pussy is so tight,” you rasp, breathless and hips twitching as toji rubs his thumb against the sensitive bud. “hnngh—so tight and wet for you, toji.”

"yeah?" he murmurs against your ear. his cock nudges your slick folds, pulsing and throbbing at the entrance. "love this fucking pussy, you know that?"

you can only whimper in response.

"love how puffy it is," he continues, dragging his swollen cockhead up your slit, only to drag it down again. "love how it tries to swallow me. see that, baby? see how it slobbers all over my cock?” he pushes his swollen head in as your cunt flutters around him. “fucking perfect.”

“toji—“ you gasp, “please—“

“please what?” he growls, pushing his hips into you. his thick cock swells between your folds, pulsing and stretching your puffy cunt. “want me to play with this pussy, baby? fuck you so hard your tits bounce in the mirror?”

“mhm—“

“words, sweetheart.”

“want you to fuck me,” you gasp out, hips bucking back to chase his cockhead and push him deeper into your folds. “want you to play with my pussy and fuck me till i’m dripping—“

“fuck,” toji groans, slamming into you, hard. “thaaaat’s my fucking girl. see how easy it is to please me?”

mirror s*x, end.

Dick shrugged, barely managing to muster that charming smile he was known for — his credentials being that he won ‘Most Charming Smile’ two years in a row at Gotham Prep, by the way — “I… uh, I was home and I figured you might be home… so…”

“So, you, guy-who-is-never-home, came all the way up here just to give me these?” You teased, leaning against the doorframe. “I’m flattered. What’s the occasion?”

He felt like he could swallow a rib with how nervous he was.

“I mean, what’s a few flowers between friends?”

“Right…” you pursed your lips in disbelief and he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “You know, if you actually asked me out, I’d say yes.”

“Please!” His eyes nearly bulged out of his head. “I mean, yes— please, I would love to. I would love to ask you out, is what I’m saying—” the words tumbled out and you erupted into a fit of giggles, reaching up to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Come back here at seven, pretty boy.”

While he got ready for the unauthorized date, there was Jason in his ear again like the Devil from The Bible.

“Sooo, does she know Ric has like a dozen wires taped to his chest or are you gonna wait til you get naked to explain?”

Dick rolled his eyes, buttoning his shirt up. “It’s a first date, nobody is getting naked.” He eyed himself in the mirror, raking a few fingers through his hair. “And for your information I won’t be wearing a wire.”

A loud howl of laughter crackled into his ear. “Ten bucks she walks him like a dog.” It was Roy.

“Fifteen,” came the crackle of another comm. “You’re underestimating how easy he really is.”

“Babs?” Dick’s eyes widened.

“Sorry, loverboy,” she replied in his ear. “Money talks.”

He slumped at the edge of his mattress, fiddling with his shoes and grumbling under his breath. “Would it kill you people to give me some privacy?” Admittedly, the prospect of something more happening hadn’t crossed his mind until now.

Now he was really nervous. “It’s not happening,” Dick murmured, more to himself than his inquisitive audience. “I’m on a mission. I have great self control. I’m practically a veteran in the field. I can handle this.”

Jason whistled low, then singsonged into his ear. “You willing to put some money on that?”

Dick Grayson is not going to have sex with you tonight.

He’s Nightwing. This is a stealth operation, a covert campaign of intelligence gathering. He’s strong willed, he is determined. The wires are gone, so is his earpiece and he is a man on another kind of mission. He will not falter.

You’re looking up at him with those bedroom eyes again.

The conversation after dinner that had something to do with how he keeps his house plants alive had died the moment you said to him, “Hey, do you wanna see my plants?”

Now it’s just heavy breathing, bodies too close and tension so thick you can taste it because he was stupid enough to get walked like a dog to your bedroom.

Dick’s hand is under your top, cupping one of your soft tits in a large palm. His thumb gently circles your soft nipple, feeling it stiffen instantly. You have one potted plant by your balcony door. It looks like it died a week ago.

This is a honeytrap.

“…We shouldn’t,” he whispers, voice already wrecked and slightly hoarse from arousal, but he doesn’t pull his hand away.

Yet, you whimper softly and arch into his touch, pushing your breast harder into his hand.

He has two hundred dollars on this. Two hundred dollars, his dignity and the sorrow of letting Jason and Roy of all people borrow his car.

But he kisses you.

It starts tender — a little bit guilty, but desperate. Within seconds it turns filthy with your tongues sliding into each other’s mouths, lips barely catching on teeth and stifled moans trapped in hollowed cheeks.

Dick groans into your mouth as he squeezes your tit harder, kneading the soft, pillowy flesh. His mouth moves to your jaw, the length of your neck, the back of your ear. He’s kissing every bit of skin he can find.

His other hand grabs ahold of your hip, sliding you further down the sheets and flush against him. You can feel his cock, hard and leaking pre as it throbs against your thigh through his pants.

“Ric…” you moan. Right, that… that’s a problem.

Dick’s brows go tight and he lifts his mouth from your collarbone, panting as he rests his forehead against yours.

“You can call me Richard,” he breathes. “Okay?” You nod and he wastes no time to latch onto your lips again, his hips rocking forward against your thigh. “You’re so beautiful…”

You reach down and undo the button of his pants, the sound of the zipper almost echoing in the dark room. Your hand slides quickly into the fabric, under the cotton of his boxers to find him twitching at attention.

He hisses sharply. “Wait— fuck—”

“Oh my God,” you whisper, as your fingers wrap around his thick cock. You get them all the way around his girth on the second try and squeeze slightly. “You’re… wow, you’re big.”

Dick looks down at you with a shit eating grin and you roll your eyes. His mouth latches onto your breast and you arch up against him with a cry.

You start stroking him slowly, your hand pumping his cock while he kneads both your tits, squeezing and playing with them like they belong to him — or like he hasn’t seen a pair in centuries. “Fuck— that feels so good…” he moans against your neck, thrusting up into your fist. “You’re so good…”

He snakes a hand down and dips two fingers into your panties, marvelling at the wetness he finds.

He rubs over your needy folds then parts them, stroking up and down and circling over your throbbing clit as the front of your underwear turns dark from slick. “So fucking wet… did you get like this for me? Is this what you wanted?”

You whimper against him, your other hand reaching up to tug at his hair. “I want you,” you whisper, mouth meeting his again in a sloppy kiss.

Dick adjusts himself between your legs, the weight of him practically pinning you under him. You release his cock to push his pants down, your fingers slick with his pre.

“Come here,” he seizes your wrist and brings your digits into his mouth, the heat of his tongue licking your fingers clean and tasting himself on your skin while he rubs your clit, grinding the heel of his palm down with dizzying force.

“Richard— fuck— too fast—!”

“I know, just ride through it, baby,” he coos at you, kissing your hairline. His body folds over you as his hips come down, grinding his underwear clad cock right against your pussy.

He thrusts his hips back and forth, his hot, heavy cock humping you, as the thick ridge of his shaft rubs perfectly over your folds through your soaked panties.

“Shit, you’re leaking all over me…” he groans against your lips. “Prettiest pussy creaming just from this… I barely touched you…” He feels lightheaded from need.

“I’m gonna cum,” you cry, your hand finding his length again, pumping him in short tight strokes while he fucks you through your clothes and torments your pussy with his fingers. “But it feels so good. Don’t stop— ah, Richard, please.”

Suddenly, Dick thinks he’s so easy. He can’t even find shame.

You shudder hard and your back bows, a silent scream ripping from you as your orgasm crashes down, thighs shaking around his hips and tears leaking from the corner of your eyes.

He kisses you while you come down — deep, passionate and hungry like he’s in love with you, as he grinds against your sopping cunt. Your panties are so soaked they’re sticking to your skin and the tip of his clothed cock as the obscene wet sound of fabric rubbing against your creamy folds fills the dark room.

Dick’s hand slides down and he yanks your panties to the side, exposing your puffy little pussy as you jerk his cock faster. You watch him as he looks between you two, your chest heaving, and the gears turn in his head.

So much for the code.

Now he’s got his underwear pushed down and his swollen cock directly against your bare, dripping cunt, sliding up and down, coating the length of him in your frothy cream, fucking up against your palm as you press down flat on his shaft, pushing his cock flush against you.

“Fuck, honey… I can feel how hot you are,” he pants. “If I put it in right now, I’m gonna cum.” Your legs wrap tight around his waist, each bump of his tip against your bare, sensitive clit has you trembling in his arms.

“Richard—”

“I know,” his breath comes harsh, strained. Your hips are moving on their own, bucking up to meet his every hump and the sticky sounds are borderline pornographic. “I know you want me to… Tell me you want it, baby.”

“Fuck me,” you whine, your mouth reaching his neck, the harsh bob of his adam’s apple, the underside of his jaw. “Fuck me, please. Feels so good…”

“Oh fuck, fuuuck, baby— I know, I know,” but he keeps grinding harder, faster, his pelvis nearly slamming against yours. You can feel and hear the plap! plap! plap! of his heavy balls pressing against you with every roll of his hips. “I’m so close…”

You’re both breathing like your lungs are turning blue.

You stroke his cock faster, hand flying up and down his thick shaft while he humps against your bare pussy. Every thrust has him sliding through your swollen folds, leaking all over you.

“I’m gonna cum—” Dick chokes out suddenly, eyes squeezed shut. “Oh fuck, it’s right there— I’m gonna cum—!”

You wrap a fist around him and aim it right at your pussy, pumping furiously and he lets out an open mouthed cry, so beautiful and almost girlish. His eyes roll back into his skull as he jerks forward, cumming hard.

Thick, heavy ropes of hot cum shoot across your pussy, dripping down your clit, painting your folds and soaking your hole.

You’re both panting, staring down between your bodies and Dick’s eyebrows pinch from the exertion, his arms wrapping around you.

He doesn’t think about the fact he’s now got two hundred dollars less to his name. Or the fact he quite literally gave you part of his government name.

“Hey,” he whispers into your neck once you’ve both stopped gasping for breath.

You hum in response.

“Can I take you out to dinner?” Dick asks, a hand stroking up and down your side.

“Sure, I really do need those gardening tips.” You nod against his skin and he smiles wide, absolutely giddy.

Well, who said he couldn’t possibly turn 1013 Parkthorne Avenue into a real home?

if you were better—as over him as you tell everyone you are—you would have better resolve. you’d say a little, not too much, just sometimes when i’m bored or lonely or especially horny or scared. instead, you chew on the side of your lip for a second and say, “enough.”

“enough to call me?”

your laughter breathes out of you sort of thoughtlessly. you imagine saying, enough that sometimes it aches. like there’s a piece of me that always feels cut off at the stem—my phantom limb, my missing piece.

instead, you say, “i guess so,” a little too quickly and quietly.

a beat of silence and you can hear his breath through the receiver. he’s not panting, but he’s moving enough that the sound leaves your phone in steady heaves.

“are you—running?” you ask.

“a little.” you can hear him grin. “just around the neighborhood.”

“mine or yours?”

a pause, and then he breathes, “does it matter?”

you sink your teeth into your bottom lip. if you know kuroo like you think you do—and oh do you, all nearly-six-and-a-half-feet of him—he’s wearing some tiny little athletic shorts he bought in college that, admittedly, should probably be illegal to wear outside. if weather’s permitting, there’s a fifty-fifty chance he’s in a t-shirt he doesn’t usually wear anymore or no shirt at all. it’s dusk, but it was ninety-two today—dead of august summer heat—so you would bet the latter.

“it does,” you say, suddenly struck by the ex-boyfriend shaped mental image swirling around your head. “just for curiosity’s sake.”

“curiosity? you want me to run by your window?” he huffs, presumably jumping off of a sidewalk, or over a patch of grass, or down the staircase leading into the park next door. “let you decide whether or not i still entice you?”

instinctively, you draw your way towards your living room window. four stories up, south-facing for the light. you can see the street below you and the sort-of-evil part of you hopes to he’s there. the sidewalk is glaringly empty, baked by the heat.

“very funny,” you say.

“i’m serious!” he replies. “sort of.”

you chuckle, resting your forehead against the glass. you can feel the weather fighting it’s way into your apartment and, if the utility bill wasn’t already sort of a nightmare, you would open the window just a crack—let the air bridge the gap between your world and his.

you wonder if you’d be able to sense him out there somehow. if the air would smell different or the breeze would stall or if his presence would be so heavy you’d feel his gravitational pull down the block.

“can i ask you something kind of fucked up?” you say, and there’s a pause on the other line. quick hesitation, and a slow reply.

“sure?” he drags the ‘u’ a little.

“when i broke up with you,” you start, pressing the phone to your ear a little too hard. “who did you call first?”

you don’t really know why you’re asking him this right now, if you’re being completely honest. maybe to think about the look on his face, or the way his breath sounds when he’s nervous. maybe it’s the reassurance that he didn’t call some other girl he used to see, or a friend who said you guys were bad match, or—

“my dad,” he says suddenly, clicking his tongue against his teeth. the crackling of the wind stops for a second and you imagine him standing at the edge of the sidewalk, dragging his free hand through his hair.

you breathe, “what’d you tell him?”

he’s walking again. you can just barely hear his feet against the ground. they’re slow, steady steps. something crunches under his feet like gravel.

your eyes dart out to the naked pavement again. you can nearly see yourself, standing there like a ghost. it’s almost midnight; he’s telling you he loves you; you’re telling him it’s hard; he’s quiet, squeezing his eyes shut and pinching at the bridge of his nose; you’re telling him you’ve never felt this way before and that it scares you; you’re telling him that the world feels too big.

“you really wanna get into this?” he asks.

your tongue almost feels too big for your mouth. in your head, you say, i want you to tell me i fucked up so bad that you never want to speak to me again so i can get over this. i want you to say that you’re tired of answering my texts—that i’m exhausting, that this is exhausting.

“not—over the phone, i guess,” rolls across your pallet in one big blob of words and spit instead.

“okay,” he says, sort of absently. “fuck, okay. give me a sec.”

he’s moving again—your phone is making that staticky noise that sounds like he stuck his speaker into a fishbowl. you can hear him breathe (in and then out).

i miss sleeping next to you. sometimes, i can feel the weight of you stirring on the other side of the bed and i wonder if i’m psychic or just insane. remember that time we hooked up in college? before you told me you loved me and before you got that new tattoo and i took that shitty job that made us both miserable? remember how hot it was that night? the ac was broken and we were both so fucking sweaty but i think i know the feeling of your tongue in your mouth more than i know my own name.

“tetsurou?”

it’s quiet on the other end. you watch him cross into view from your window and you stand there, kind of stupid and hopeless. every once in a while, you see him somewhere out in the wild (your favorite coffee shop downtown on a sunday, when it’s almost too packed in there to breathe; at the park, drawn across the grass, looking up at the sun; in a bar, cheeks flushed, eyes wide, grin big and toothy) and you’re reminded of the fact that he is, in fact, real, and looks up at your window from the sidewalk, panting and out of breath.

you hold his gaze from three stories up, not thinking about it too much when you hang up the phone—instinct more than anything else. the silence in your apartment is nearly deafening. you swear you can hear him as his chest rises and falls.

by the time you slide your shoes on, drifting your way towards the elevator without locking your front door, your eyes have glazed over. your out-of-body feeling doesn’t fade until you’re leaving the building, a disgusting rush of humid air hitting you head on. you’re not usually prone to freezing up like this, but you stand there, just outside the exit, staring again.

he is shirtless (points for you), but he’s standing with an uncomfortable hunch to his shoulders, like the whole thing feels off. it does, you’ll note. for as long as you’ve known kuroo you’ve been playing this horrible game of cat and mouse. you’ve wanted him so badly so many times, but you’ve wanted him to chase you even more. you tease him, you tell him you like your alone time, you never let him stay for longer than the night. you make for a horrible girlfriend, and an even worse ex.

“hi,” you say, finally. you’re standing a little too far for it to come out normal.

“hi,” he replies. a smile peeks out from behind his lips—a flash of shining teeth.

do you ever think about that time you bit my inner thigh so hard that it left a long, spiraling bruise across my leg? you were so apologetic about the whole thing, but i remember being fascinated—more that my body could produce such dark shades of purple than anything else. i remember running my hands along it, thinking i should have felt it in some way or another, but, by touch, it was like it wasn’t even there. were we even a couple yet? you always did have such sharp teeth.

“you didn’t have to come all the way over here, y’know.” you’re smiling, but half of you means it and half of you is sort of begging for him to invite himself inside.

“it’s fine. i was at the park.” he bobs his head to the side, gesturing towards the big patch of grass across the road. the construction finished last spring, just as it got too hot to really enjoy it.

“oh.” you feel kind of foreign in yourself—stiff. “did you like it?”

he eyes you, “seriously?”

kuroo steps forward, over the sidewalk and onto the concrete slab in front of the exit. you consider closing the gap—only a foot or two between you—but you hesitate. he smells like sweat, and skin, and whatever cologne he picked out this morning. you know he’s never been able to settle on just one, switching back and forth between some cheap shit he picked up on vacation and a birthday present from his grandfather, based entirely on a whim.

he’s just so—familiar. for as strange as making eye contract with your ex-boyfriend can be, he knows how you have to hide you phone charger from your cat so he doesn’t chew it, how you take your coffee, how you love to cook, even when you don’t want to. you know he still sends birthday cards to his friends from highschool; you know he hasn’t talked to his mom in months; you know his favorite songs, the spots where he’s the most ticklish, how his worst fear is falling so far behind that he can’t get back up.

you’re awestruck, almost, every time you see him. for how much you can pretend you don’t want him anymore (that you never did in the first place), he’s magnetic. you’re drawn to him in a way that you have never, and probably will never understand.

sometimes your sister still calls me when you’re especially upset. i don’t know if you’ve told her that we broke up, but i don’t fill in any missing pieces for both of our sakes. is it wrong to ask you if you’ve talked to her lately when i already know the answer? did your shitty roommate ever move out? did you ever donate that stuffed animal from your mom that you don’t like looking at? i like to wonder if you know about the nooks and crannies of my life the way i still know about yours. i think already know the answer anyway.

“did you wanna come up?” you ask. i love you. “i can get you something to drink” i love you.

“i shouldn’t,” he replies.

“i know.”

i’ve only ever woken up before you once. you drool in your sleep, y’know. just a little. for a while that morning, i watched you snore with your head stuffed in between my pillows. there was something sort of exciting about it—like i knew i was never gonna see it again. when you woke up, i rolled over, pretending i was still asleep so i could hear the way you yawn, and stretch, and crack your back before you get out of bed. i think about someone else getting to wake up next to you one day and i feel sick with myself. i hope so badly that they deserve you.

“i miss you,” you say. you run your tongue along the back of your teeth.

“so i’ve heard,” he grins.

“i know.”

it was such a pleasure to love you. i’m sorry i took it for granted. can you come inside? can we talk it through? you can tell me how bad i fucked up (you won’t) and i can nod along, looking down at the floor so i don’t have to meet your eyes, and then we can go back to doing whatever we did before this, even if that’s nothing at all.

he wraps his hands around the railing next to the door, shifting all of of his weight back and forth between his heels and his toes. it’s so brutally humid that he looks hazy while he does it, like the air is lagging a second behind his movements.

“when i called my dad,” he starts, his gaze shifting in your direction. “i told him that i asked you to move in with me, and i told him that you looked fucking petrified. you hadn’t broken up with me just yet, but i could tell it was coming.”

(you can see it again—that night on the sidewalk in front of your apartment. he’s scrolling through apartment listings, showing you different ones in the area. do you want a one bedroom or two? the one bed is cheaper, obviously, but i think we can make the other one work if you really want it. he flicks through one picture and then another. you feel dizzy. you’re both a little drunk—not enough to be completely out of your mind, but enough that he walked you home to make sure you made it all the way. his tolerance for that type of shit has always been so much higher than yours.

my lease isn’t ending until july, so we can think about it for a while if you want. he grins, and you start counting his teeth. he asks you something about uhauls and moving out, but all you can think about is how fucking cold it is. january’s almost over but you have your coat buttoned all the way up, and you’re ducking your nose into the collar to avoid the wind. he asks you something else, you don’t hear him. he asks if you’re alright; his eyes get wide and the smile drops off of his face. you wave him off and tell him it’s time for you to go inside. you love him, you tell him, you’re sure you do. you’ll see him tomorrow, you smile, but you can feel the way it doesn’t quite reach your eyes.)

“what’d he tell you?” you ask. it comes out sort of flat and dead.

kuroo laughs, in a dry, humorless sort of way.

“that he taught me better than to try and predict the future. worst fucking advice ever.”

you snort, “seriously.”

silence swells between you again, tipping between warm and awkward. a bike flies by about a street over with a speaker in the basket, playing a song you liked a lot when you were fourteen or fifteen but don’t much care for now. for a half second, you think about how funny it is that the people around you are conscious and living too. they, for all you know, don’t yearn for people right in front of them. kuroo links his hands together, cracking each of his knuckles.

have you been on any dates lately? i went on one, about a month ago. i sat across from a guy at a bar and i knew my makeup was fucked up because my hands had been trembling the whole time i was getting ready and he just wouldn’t stop staring at me. we ate shitty bar food and made shitty conversation and then split the check afterwards. i went home and thought about the inside of your mouth. when i looked in the mirror, there were three big blobs of mascara on different parts of my face.

“did you call him after i did it—tell him you were right?” you smile a little sloppily, and he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, shaking his head.

“didn’t have the stomach for it.”

can we start over? all the way—like, i tell you my name and where i’m from and that my mom and i don’t get along like we should, because that always seems to come up first. you can tell me how tall you are, how you know a fantastic fucking thai place that i need to try and we can sit across from each other, picking up food and telling the other one to try it because it’s just too good to pass up. i’ll pretend i don’t know which t-shirt of yours is the most comfortable and you can pretend you don’t know what the inside of my body feels like. we’ll be decent about it because we’re decent people who have never fucked on the first date and have never broken up because one of us had never known commitment like this before and was scared to know what it feels like.

you move your toes around in your shoes uncomfortably. kuroo leans forward on the railing again, hanging nearly half his body into the patch of garden below the exit’s stoop. you think for a second about how pretty he is, and then about what an asshole you are for thinking about him like that in the first place.

“you didn’t deserve what i did to you,” you say, stark and sudden. you barely recognize your voice out of your own mouth. “i don’t know if i’ve said that before, but you didn’t.”

“i moved too fast,” he hums, not moving from his half-up-half-down position. “i knew you were scared, but i kept pushing and pushing and pushing because i thought if i could just get you over the hump it would be okay.”

“it might’ve been.”

he shakes his head, “you know better than that.”

your fingers twitch, and you reach a hand towards his back, sliding it up the curve of his spine. his skin is warm—you can feel goosebumps work their way up towards his shoulders. the familiarity of it makes you feel like throwing up.

“do you remember that one campus bar where you lost your id?” he asks. he’s leaning back toward your hand as he speaks—you can feel the ripple of his skin across your fingers. “we spent all night looking under tables and asking people if they’d seen it—“

“just to find out it was in your wallet,” you grin.

“because you left it at the bar,” he says.

“and you were too drunk to remember you grabbed it,” you reply.

he pushes himself up from the railing and you pull you hand away, rubbing your fingers together to strip the magnetic feeling out of them.

“you thought it was so funny after we found it.” he’s looking at you, but you can see the way his eyes are starting to glaze over, stuck in another moment in time.

“because it was,” you laugh. “i’d never seen you so apologetic.”

you held my hands and said “baby if i knew i would’ve given it you, you know that right? like, i didn’t know it was in there—i didn’t even know i brought my wallet inside.” you could barely get the words out you were so bombed. i held your face between my fingers and told you that i loved you, and i loved you, and i loved you, and that that you were one of the funniest people i had ever met.

“when i went home that night and laid in bed, all i could think about is how bad i wanted you there—how bad i always wanted you there.” he chews on the inside of his cheek. you can see the indent of his teeth moving back and forth. “you ever think we were meant to be together?’

“constantly,” you say, a little smile working its way up your face.

he rubs his hands up and down his thigh, the weird synthetic material of his shorts making that horrid crinkling sound each time he moves.

can you be here all the time? can you come fix my sink and lie in my bed and tell me how pretty i am every time i need to hear it most? can you talk to my mom when i don’t want to? can you tell me about your favorite movies? can you fall asleep next to me and let me complain about your snoring all night long? can i promise you that i’ll try my best for you? that i won’t dive head first but i’ll get as close to the water as i can? can that be enough for us? just for a little while?

“can i come up, actually?” he says. “i’m thinking maybe i really need that water.”

“They were right there,” he says again, rough hands running up your legs. His thumb brushes the crease where thigh meets ass. “Swingin’ in my face while you’re playin’ hairdresser. What’d you expect?”

You’re still standing between his spread thighs, his knees bracketing your legs, that stupid too-small tank top shoved up under your tits now from all the movement. You can see the thick outline of his cock straining against his sweats. “I was trying to make you look presentable for your shady little meeting,” you manage, trying for annoyed but landing somewhere closer to breathless. “Not… this.”

He smirks, green eyes flicking up to meet yours. “Yeah?” He leans forward again, just enough to drag the flat of his tongue over the wet peak he just abandoned. You twitch, thighs squeezing together on instinct. “You’re doin’ a shit job of actin’ mad about it, princess.”

His free hand comes up, cups the underside of the breast he hasn’t touched yet, thumb brushing over the neglected nipple until it pebbles tight. Then he’s guiding it slowly toward his mouth too, giving you every second to pull away. But you don’t.

Instead your fingers tighten in his hair, tugging just hard enough to make him groan. The sound vibrates through you again and you feel yourself get wetter, slick gathering at the tops of your thighs. “Toji,” you whisper, half plea now. “You’ve got that meeting in—”

“Fuck the meeting,” he mutters, voice muffled as he latches onto the second nipple, sucking harder this time. His hand on your ass finally slides higher, fingers dipping under the hem of your shorts, finding damp cotton and pressing against your clit.

You choke on a moan, knees buckling. He steadies you, “Been watchin’ these tits spill out every damn time you lean over for months,” he growls against your skin, switching back to the first nipple like he can’t decide which one he likes better. “You think I don’t notice? Think I’m not hard as fuck every time you ‘accidentally’ flash me?”

He nips and your hips jerk forward against his hand.“Say stop,” he rasps, finally pulling back far enough to look up at you. Lips shiny, pupils blown. “Say it and I’ll stop. We’ll fix my hair, I’ll go make my sketchy money, and we’ll pretend this never happened.”

His fingers flex against your soaked panties—“Or…” He drags his tongue over his bottom lip, tasting you there. “You can keep standin’ there lettin’ me suck on you till you’re drippin’ down my wrist. Your call, baby.”

His free hand grips your ass, kneading, spreading you open a little as his fingers dip lower—two sliding through your folds, coating themselves before pushing inside slow. You clench around him instantly moaning, “Toji—oh god—”

“Yeah, that’s it,” he growls. You can’t even form words—just a needy whine as he switches breasts again, sucking the other one deep while his thumb rubs messy circles over your clit.

When you finally slump forward, forehead dropping to the top of his head, he eases his fingers out slow, bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean with a satisfied hum. “Good girl,” he rasps, pulling them free with a soft pop. “Now turn around.”

Before you can even process it, his big hands are on your hips, spinning you so your back is to him. He yanks your shorts and panties the rest of the way down in one rough tug, letting them tangle around your ankles. Then he’s hauling you back, sitting you down hard on his lap so your bare ass lands right on the fat, throbbing length of him still trapped in his sweats.

You grind back on instinct, slick pussy lips sliding along the thick ridge of his cock through the thin barrier. He shifts under you—hips lifting just a fraction—and you feel the slow drag of fabric as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband and his cock flaps free. The fat head pops past your tight hole and into your wet cunt. “You’re such a perv,” you gasp, “All those times I ‘accidentally’ flashed you in the kitchen? Under the car hood when I was helpin’ with your junker? You were just sittin’ there gettin’ boners, huh?”

“Damn right.” He nibbles at you ear as he bounces you. “That time at the beach? Bikini top slippin’ while you bent over for the cooler? Nearly nutted in my trunks right there in front of everybody.” He punctuates it with a sharp slap to your inner thigh, “And don’t get me started on laundry day. Your shitty dryer always eatin’ your bras—tits bouncin’ free every time you reach for the high shelf. Been jerkin’ off to that for weeks, princess.”

“Fuck—you never said shit.” You’re panting now, grinding faster, the wet schlick of your pussy against his cock. “Why would I? You kept doin’ it.” He nips your shoulder, free hand coming up to maul your breast again—pinching the nipple he’d sucked raw earlier until you yelp.

You glance down between your bodies just in time to see it—his cock glistening, veins bulging, coated in your cream every time you lift up. The sight makes you clench hard; he curses under his breath, hips snapping up harder in retaliation. “Shit—do that again.”

You do—squeezing down on every upstroke, fluttering around the head when he’s almost out, you’re arching back against his chest, head thrown on his shoulder. “Gonna cum already?” he taunts, “Barely started and you’re shakin’ hard as hell.”

“Shut—shut up—” you gasp, but you’re too close, too full, too overwhelmed by his cock. “Just—don’t stop—fuck, Toji—” your whole body locks up, pussy spasming violently around him as you scream his name. His punishing thrusts, drawing it out until you’re whimpering, oversensitive and trembling.

“Fuck—good girl—cummin’ so hard on me—” His rhythm stutters as hot pulses fill your pussy, you can feel it leaking down your thighs, warm and sticky, mixing with your own mess.

Eventually he huffs a laugh, voice hoarse. “Hair’s completely fucked now.” You snort weakly, “Your meeting…”

“Fuck the meeting.” He nuzzles into your neck, one hand sliding up to cup your breast again, thumb circling the swollen nipple. “Got better things to do. Like gettin’ you to the bedroom so I can eat this pussy properly. Wanna taste what we just made.”