of creator!denki kaminari keeps getting noise complaints 18+ MDNI!!!
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this is getting ridiculous.
and no, denki is never going to take accountability for it, or admit he's his fault. he just keeps finding shitty neighbors that can't mind their damn business, is all! he doesn't have that kind of money yet, but when he does, he’s so getting himself a penthouse. no one will have shit to say to him then.
he’s just listening to his fans, really! all those thirsty men and women alike that are subscribed to his onlyfans, they love it when he gets noisy in his videos, it’s literally his brand.
because, c’mon, who doesn’t like a pretty boy that becomes a whimpering, messy thing when he plays with his dick on camera? flushed cock nestled in a cute little clear toy, for everybody to gaze in awe at when he fills it up with his cum and starts crying, because it feels so good?
seriously, being denki kaminari’s neighbor is a blessing, not a nuisance. however, he has to deal with the fact that this is the fourth apartment he moves into since starting his little amateur career. at this rate, he’s going to make a tour of the whole damn city— that is, if realtors haven’t already started to warn each other about him. that would’ve been bad.
last week he informed his regular audience that he was going into some sort of hiatus for finals week, which is true, but he also wanted to wait a bit before filming a movie in his new place. this time, he has another factor playing into his fear to be evicted— you.
pretty— no, smoking hot you, who, of course, happen to be his downstairs neighbor. because denki kaminari has the worst fucking luck in the world.
so he gets creative. he still supplies content, but it’s shorter videos, and he’s not even at home in most of them. in his mind, getting arrested for public indecency because he jacked off inside a bathroom stall in his uni library isn’t nearly as bad as getting evicted.
but in none of them he ever gets off properly, doesn’t give his body the chance to react the way it craves to. he’s bound to break.
the night he finally films, it’s impossible for him to hold back. phone perched on the tripod, recording every single moment of denki coming undone with no restraints, cumming inside his toy over and over again until he almost passes out.
he only had enough energy to stop the video on his phone, then crashed immediately after, not even bothering to turn off his ring light or change his sheets.
the next few days are lived in a constant state of paranoia, fearing the sight of a paper slip on his front door or his mailbox, ducking behind corners whenever one of his neighbors would pass by. his peace was short-lived, though.
denki freezes as he skims through his daily mail, idling in the lobby instead of taking everything up to his apartment like he should’ve done. fucking idiot, he mentally scolds himself.
because you’re standing right behind him, expecting eyes trained on yours when he turns around to face you. “y-yeah…uh, yeah. that’s me,” he croaks out pathetically, panic simmering low in his belly.
“then i was right, i did hear you the other night,” you state flatly, and with the unreadable face you’re sporting, you’re not helping denki’s incoming mental breakdown. but then, you speak up again.
“it sounded like you were having fun,” you shrug. “good for you. i might’ve listened in a bit but, hey, you were making it kinda hard not to.”
he just stares at you, absolutely dumbfounded, jaw unhinged while his brain blanks. “y-you…you’re not mad?” he forces the words out of his mouth, realizing he had to say something.
“huh? why would i be mad?” you tilt your head to the side. “i’m a downstairs neighbor, i know the risks. plus, you’re not exactly an inconvenience.”
denki must be dreaming, he must be, because there’s no fucking way you’re…flirting with him?
yet, it’s so clear— the way you keep checking him out, like you’re already picturing every way you can slut him out in order to make him recreate those very same sounds you, yes, did touch yourself to the other night.
so, of course, he can’t let this opportunity slip.
“so…how do you feel about cameras?”
“oh…oh shit…fuck, b-baby please! p-please, just like that…”
denki is positively losing his mind. you’re on your knees, arms pushing your pretty tits together as your head bobs to and fro, to and fro, making drool bubbles around the base of his cock. your eyes never leave his face, glinting with something evil, chest puffing with pride every time you can make him sound even more miserable.
you take allll of him in your mouth, until his balls are pressed against your chin, nose shoved into his pelvis. you’re also very much aware of the phone pointed towards the two of you, but you don’t mind. if anything, it’s enough incentive to put on a little show.
when you pull back, it’s with a loud pwah!, a mix of spit and pre coating the lower half of your face, strings of saliva still connecting your lolling tongue to the red tip of denki’s cock as you wrap your hand around it. you keep your mouth open, smearing the mess all over your lips until they’re glossy and shiny, slapping the head on your cheek, your tongue, your tits.
“ngh— b-baby, stop - hah - stop teasing,” he whines helplessly, wishing to reach out and touch you, but he obediently keeps his hands behind his back, still tied up with your thong (a little keepsake for him for later).
“mhh?” you big your eyes at him, faux innocence etched over your features. “are you close, denks? you wanna cum?”
“yes!” he pants out, chest heaving. “p-please, i’ll be good! i-i’ll be so fucking good, baby, please.”
god, your pussy is so wet.
“i’ll make you cum,” you say slowly. “then i want to sit on your cute little face, how does that sound? keeping your mouth busy so you don’t risk getting kicked out of here too?”
and you don’t give him the chance to, stuffing your throat with his cock again and making him keen, hips bucking forward involuntarily until he hears your faint gagging. that’s his breaking point. he completely loses control, balls tightening as he fills your mouth with a hefty load of cum, which you swallow down like a champ, and make sure to milk him through it until he’s a weak, twitchy little thing.
when you finally pull away, he’s still trying to come back to earth. he’s so, so cute. blonde hair sticking to his forehead, whole face flushed and damp, lips still plump and kiss-bitten from your little makeout session before he started filming.
“hey, still with me, denks?” you check in, placing your hands on his thigs and rubbing soothing circles on his skin with your thumbs. his nod is barely a twitch of the head, and you can’t see it, but he’s trying his best to give you a thumbs up behind his back.
“godd,” you smile. “gonna give you a few more minutes to come back to me, ‘kay? but—” you turn to his phone, “—i want you to turn that off when you fuck me later.”
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