ꨄ︎ warnings : just some skinship and a kiss (˶ˆ^ˆ˵)
ꨄ︎ word count : 800 (roughly)
ꨄ︎ author's note : for another maki ask! i kinda struggled with the title so apologies if it’s a little… meh. thanks to @ukiyoux for helping me think of an idea!! all support is appreciated, hope u enjoy jokitties 🪽
ִֶָ. ..𓂃currently playing: slut - taylor swift ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐
⠀⠀ ⠀ ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ 宏田力ᰍ໋ ۫ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𖦹⠀ 𓈒 読む⸝⸝ ⟡
having a roommate like maki was always easy. the guy was so caring and thoughtful.
not only did he make sure the fridge was always stocked, he offered to cook for you as well.
maki was also a clean freak and did it for his own enjoyment, insisting he did the housework when you came home from work exhausted. you called him your saviour every time, telling him you’ll do it tomorrow - but he always got to it first.
maki made sure to keep it down when you took midday naps, putting his headphones on and staying in his room to refrain from disturbing you. your rest came first.
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you had been living with maki for around 7 months now. the living situation came to be when money got tight for you, rent in your other apartment becoming too high for you to comfortably pay and still afford other things. it didn’t help that your other roommates were total dickheads - purposefully making it difficult for you to live with them; never cleaning up after themselves, stealing your belongings when they thought you weren’t aware, never paying their split of the rent on time. your landlord hated them, respectively.
you felt like you were going crazy living with them, stress levels through the roof.
you didn’t hesitate to reach out to maki after scrolling past his roommate advertisement on instagram. luckily for you, he accepted your application after a few days, your situation making him more willing to let you live with him, and you were moved in within a month.
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maki was especially caring on that late saturday night, the howls of the wind and cracks of lightning loud outside the building as you slept.
your peaceful slumber came to an abrupt ending as you shot up from your pillow, hands shaking. sweat formed on your brow quickly. you had the most vivid nightmare to date, the creepy visuals still replaying in your mind as you sat there, hands gripping the covers. you felt boiling hot despite your window being open ajar.
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you pulled on your hoodie and left your room, heading to the kitchen in need of a glass of water. making sure to be quiet, you filled a small cup with cold water, chugging it at the sink. once you were done, you started walking back to your room.
still suffering the aftermath of your nightmare, body still wary, the darkness of the apartment freaked you out. right as you turned the corner into the hallway, you bumped into maki, who was just leaving the bathroom. he could see the distress in your expression.
“hey, what are you doin’ up? are you okay?” maki asked, concern painted on his face. you nodded, not wanting to worry him too much.
“y-yeah i’m good. just got water.” you said, voice unnaturally shaky. “had a nightmare. just shaken up, i guess.”
maki’s expression softened immediately, a sigh escaping his lungs. he knew that these night terrors were becoming more frequent for you as of recently.
“c’mere.” he whispered, opening his arms to you. when you hesitated, he pulled you into his chest, rocking you back and forth for a moment. “another one, hm?”
“...yeah. this one was pretty bad.”
maki knew better than to ask what happened, not wanting to make you think of it anymore. instead, he pulled back from the hug, looking down at you.
“i can stay with you tonight, if you like.” he offered. “i’ll make sure you get enough rest. i’ll look after you.”
you accepted without a second thought, your hand slipping into his and pulling him to your bedroom down the hall.
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once the bedroom door shut, maki guided you into bed gently, climbing in to lay next to you and pulling the blanket on top of the two of you. he pulled you closer, close enough that you could smell the faint scent of his cologne that he always applied in the mornings. it was a comforting scent for you. legs tangled, arms wrapped around each other, you were cuddling maki now.
you hadn’t been this close to your roommate before, but it felt right, normal even. it felt just like any other caring gesture of his, especially with how sweet he treats you in any other situation.
“sleep, love. i’ll be here when you wake up, alright?” he whispered, lips brushing your hairline accidentally. he was so close.
you were quick to fall asleep after that, with maki’s arm draped over your waist, hand splayed across your back. you felt safe when he was near, knowing he’ll be there in the event you have another terrible dream.
once he was sure you were asleep, maki pressed a slow, barely-there kiss to your forehead, his lips soft on your skin.
oh to be k’s lover and to be on the end of his cuteness aggression
❤︎⠀ 。 your boyfriend suffers from cuteness aggression, & you are his favorite victim
•⠀ masterlist 𓋰 💬 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗼 ─── ᛫ ケイ x fem!r ✶ cute moments, description of kissing. don't copy/translate my work. i only write on tumblr.
𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: oh to get the love the teamies get from k 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 a girl can only dream..
you were curled up on the couch in nothing but one of yudai’s hoodies, and your bonnet. sleeves of the giant hoodie completely swallowing your body whole, hair still a bit damp from your shower. the tv was playing some random variety show on low volume, but you weren’t really watching. you were just… existing. soft. warm. enjoying your friday afternoon.
then the front door clicked open.
“baby, i’m home—”
yudai’s voice cut off the second his eyes landed on you. he froze in the doorway, practice bag slipping from his shoulder and hitting the floor with a dull thud. for a full three seconds he just stared, lips parted, like he’d walked in on a crime scene.
then the corner of his mouth twitched.
“oh no.”
you blinked up at him, smiling automatically. “welcome back, yu. how was practice?”
that was the final straw.
he crossed the room in three long strides, dropped to his knees in front of the couch, and grabbed your face with both hands. his palms were warm from the outside air, thumbs pressing gently into your cheeks, squishing them together until your lips puckered.
“you,” he said, voice low and slightly strained, “are actually trying to kill me.”
you let out a tiny muffled laugh. “wha—?”
“look at you.” he squished your cheeks again, a little more dramatically this time, eyes wide and sparkling with that dangerous mix of adoration and chaos. “wearing my hoodie. you look so small and cozy and soft. i leave for work and get to come back to this? im living the dream!”
“yudai—” you tried again, but he was already leaning in, pressing rapid-fire kisses to your squished cheeks, your forehead, the tip of your nose, even the little pout he’d created with his hands.
“i can’t take it,” he groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck and squeezing you so tight your feet left the couch for a second. “i’m having cuteness aggression. it’s terminal. there’s no cure. you did this to me.”
you were giggling now, arms looping around his neck as he rocked you side to side like a giant plushie he refused to let go of. his tall frame completely engulfed you, hoodie riding up a little as he pulled you closer.
“i missed you too,” you teased, voice soft against his ear.
he pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes narrowed in playful accusation. “don’t you dare say cute things right now. i’m already at my limit.” his thumbs brushed over your cheeks again, gentler this time, tracing the warmth blooming there. “every time i see you like this i want to eat you. just a little. affectionately.”
you raised an eyebrow. “affectionately?”
“extremely affectionately.” he demonstrated by nipping lightly at your jaw, then immediately soothing it with a kiss. “see? i’m suffering.”
you laughed again, the sound bright and unbothered, and that only made it worse. yudai let out a dramatic, defeated noise and collapsed sideways onto the couch, dragging you with him until you were sprawled across his chest. his arms locked around your waist like steel cables.
“i’m never letting you go,” he declared into your hair. “you’re too dangerous to be left unsupervised. from now on you live in my arms. new rule.”
you tilted your head up, chin resting on his chest so you could see his face. his expression had softened into something unbearably fond, even as he kept one hand gently cupping the back of your head like he was afraid you’d disappear.
“hi,” you whispered.
his smile went crooked. “hi, my pretty little problem.”
he kissed you then—slow, sweet, and a little bit desperate—like he was trying to pour every overwhelming feeling into it. when he pulled away, his forehead stayed pressed to yours.
“i love you so much it makes me stupid,” he murmured. “and you’re so cute it makes me worse. what am i supposed to do with you?”
you traced a finger along his jaw, smiling. “keep me?”
yudai’s arms tightened again, pulling you impossibly closer until there was no space left between you.
“obviously,” he said, voice warm and certain. “forever. and i’m squishing these cheeks every single day. no take-backs.”
you didn’t argue. you just tucked your face into his neck, let his heartbeat steady under your ear, and smiled as his fingers absentmindedly slipped under your bonnet to play with your curls.
hii i love your work so muchh its so good! i was wondering if you could write something about K perhaps him having a corruption kink or something about overstimulation 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯
࿔ ݂⠀ ໋ notes · awh !! thank u nonnie, will do ₍^ >ヮ<^₎
your first time with kei had rewired the chemistry of your brain. something had been ignited within you. you'd had sexual experience before, but… with yourself. the late nights you'd spent straddling your pillow, rutting into it till you made a mess over it… or even pumping your fingers in and out until you reached your peak; that was pretty much it. and it had kept you going perfectly fine until you'd gotten into a relationship with kei.
it wasn't like there was the expectation to have sex, jump straight into it, he knew you were a virgin and completely respected that. he wanted you to give that precious part of you over to him when you felt ready—he would happily use his fist to keep himself over, he promised to wait for you for as long as you needed.
that was perfect. he was the best boyfriend ever, kindest, sweetest, guiding. and then that became the problem. you wanted to be all over him for how perfect he was, needed to be with him in a closer way than just kisses and cuddling. making out had been the farthest you two had gone, everytime stopping yourselves before it went too far.
it was becoming infuriating, all you wanted was to mount kei and let him show you what you'd been missing out on. all the while, he'd been the upmost respectful boyfriend who didn't go any further than he thought you were ready for.
until the dam broke. after days and days of growing tension and unspoken need, you'd snapped. you told kei exactly what you wanted him to do to you, and when you wanted it. right at that very moment.
he never denied you what you wanted. why would he? he'd been wanting you in every single position imaginable from the moment he'd met you, let alone now that you were his. the two of you had gone for hours, filled with a drive that you hadn't even known possible.
"ruined you for anyone else," he had murmured against your hair in the sticky aftermath, fingers lazily pumping in and out of your warmth even then to give you stimulation as you basked in the passion of the moment. he was addicted to you, he wanted to have you like that every second of every day. "made that pretty cunt mine."
his eyes raked over your wrecked figure, the way your chest rose and fell with deep breaths, the sticky mess of his cum smeared over your thighs. kei felt so lucky to have such a pliant girl like you, eager to be touched. he was your first, and only, sexual experience. that was a feeling unmatched by any other.
all you could do was nod in agreement, face buried into his chest as you weakly rolled your hips down towards his fingers. "head full of just me," he whispered, "can't even think. mm… feels good, honey. yeah… can feel like this all time if you want, i'll give it to you."
kei meant that. what he hadn't expected, however, was the insatiable need he had awoken in you. you needed him, needed some sort of relief at practically every moment of every day. you didn't even understand it yourself, you'd never really felt that aching feeling between your legs be so strong before.
just the sight of kei doing anything made you leak, made your cheeks flush and your mind go rampant. and he was fully aware of every single reaction you had. sometimes he didn't mention it, just smiled knowingly and shook his head, knowing it'd pass and your brain would stop going overdrive.
but, god, if it didn't turn him on beyond belief. there was this dumb glaze that glassed your eyes whenever it happened, you zoned out and didn't even realise. it made kei want to throw you over the nearest surface and fuck you till you cried, till you begged him to slow down. his dick got hard instantly, his heart even raced a little.
whenever you came to him, he couldn't say no. every single time, he said yes, made you squirt, cream, cry out his name. nothing made him harder than the fact he was turning you into a desperate little thing for him.
"you okay, angel?" his eyes were focused on the laptop on his lap, looking over his schedule for the next few weeks when he'd heard your faint footsteps come into the room. he didn't need to look at you to know exactly what was up.
you glanced at the ground, feet shuffling. it always embarassed you to have to admit how badly you needed to cum. "kei…"
"aching again?" he asked, connecting the dots and filling in the blanks for you. "y'know i'm busy, baby…"
"kei, please," you started again, staring at him properly now, fearing the idea of him making you wait. the tut he let out when he heard your pleading words made your head spin a little more, eyes flitting over his face for a long moment before you opened your mouth to beg once more.
you were swiftly shut up by the come hither motion of his fingers, the way he tilted his head to the side and looked you over with that soft gaze. "you're lucky i can't say no to you. imagine if i'd said no. would've gone and rubbed yourself raw on your pillow, hm? poor thing, c'mere, kei's got you."
slowly easing his laptop to the side of the bed, he sat back and spread his legs, nodding you over to him. "thank you, thank you, thank you, kei," you mumbled quickly, cheeks warming with heat as you wandered over to him, the bed dipping beneath your knees as you came to straddle him.
"gotta take your clothes off, hon," he muttered, "not gonna do all the work, i'm the one making you cum here, huh?" he tapped your cheek, knowing you'd already started going stupid for him with the mere thought of being dicked down.
whilst his words, soft and sweet, lulled you into listening to him, the condescending lilt wasn't lost to you. it only further increased your arousal.
your hands moved almost on their own. you grabbed hold of your pyjama top and tugged it over your head, revealing those pretty breasts that kei loved to get his hands on. "panties too, baby, you know the deal." his eyes met yours, expectant.
"yes, kei," you mumbled softly, lashes fluttering as your hands eased down the fabric of your underwear, handing them over to kei who tucked them into the pocket of his sweats with a pleased hum.
his hands slid over your thighs and hiked you up on his chest, bringing you closer to him as you straddled his lap. "grind for me, move those hips," you happily rolled your hips, gasping at the material of his sweats rubbing up against your clit. "make it messy," he cooed, eyes focused on the way your tits swayed.
kei held onto your hips tightly, his own rolling up towards you as his sweats began to tent. they started getting wet at the crotch, a mixture of both you and him soaking the fabric. kei groaned quietly as you humped him, sliding over the length of his dick with a desperation that was palpable. he felt so good every single time, even before you'd even gotten to feel him properly.
"you're such a good girl," he told you, sliding his hand between the two of you in order to shove off his sweats, kicking them off onto the floor before he resumed his position beneath you. "up you get. come here."
kei brought you higher, tongue finding home on the peak of your breast, lathing over your nipple. his lips closed around it, eyes shutting as he held your lower back against him. "prettiest tits," he growled, "so soft, perfect." he was head over heels for every inch of you. your eyes fluttered with every touch, all your thoughts slowly oozing out of your pussy along with your juices.
kei didn't even mind the wet patch you were making on his shirt, pussy sticking to the fabric with each rut downwards. you couldn't help but whimper against him with each suckle of his lips on your chest, each roll of his hips beneath you.
"poor thing needs more," your whimpers told him, a soft coo escaping him.
he had to admit that he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him, his cock steady leaking precum onto his stomach. "need so much more," you whined against his skin, "please. shit, kei, pussy aches so bad…" he could feel the way you clenched around nothing against him, driving him wild.
adjusting his grip on your hips, kei slid a hand down to hold onto his throbbing dick, giving it a slow jerk as he lined himself up with your entrance. his plump tip dragged over your soft folds, slippery with the amount of slick that had accumulated in your time humping him.
he took his lips off your chest, murmuring a soft, "big stretch, baby," as he pushed himself into you. "big stretch…" he muttered again, thighs tensing with the sheer grip your insides had on him.
it was still such a foreign feeling for you, being so unbelievably full. the largest thing you'd taken had been a few of your fingers, let alone his fat cock breaching your hole like it was reshaping you from the inside out.
"it's so.. much…" you hiccuped. it was far from the first time now, but every inch of him felt like a brand new experience as he eased his way in. "you're in so deep, kei," your eyes shut again, face tipped against the crook of his neck when he finally managed to bottom out.
"i know, honey, but you love it that deep, i know you do," his hand roamed over your ass, feeling your cheeks and giving them reassuring squeezes here and there, soft touches. "just need to adjust.. i'll make you cum, baby."
you knew that was a promise.
kei slowly pulled out, a slow process as he tried not to shock you too much. "you're taking me so well," he told you gently, sliding back in again with less caution, knowing you wanted nothing more than for him to take you properly. his grip tightened on you, holding you up before briging you back down on his cock.
"mmh… kei, stop ittt.." it made you flush, the way he took such enjoyment in your pleasure.
"let me see that angel face, come, look at me, there we are," he loved seeing the effect of what he did to you, seeing how easily you let go for him. "tell me how good it feels. tell me how much you love it."
you groaned quietly as his cock slid in and out of you more persistently, glide aided by the cream oozing out of you onto his length. "need it all the time," your words were wobbly and uneven, unable to process properly with his thrusts. it was cruel of him to expect anything coherent when he knew full well what he was doing. "love your cock, kei, feels so good, i… nngh…"
he got off on making you tell him exactly how good everything felt, wanting a detailed explanation of every sensation. "yeah?" he murmured. "can tell. look at you, eyes all glassy," his hands roamed up to your chest, tweaking your nipple as he pounded into you.
every stroke was devastating, hips slamming up against your own and burying his cock even deeper inside. it was an addictive feeling, a sensation that clouded your brain and took over.
"mmgh, kei! feels perfect, so.. so perfect, promise," all your little sounds and mumbles became a jumbled mess of desperation as you rocked down onto him. "ohhhhh, fuck! mmph, kei, kei…. ngh, pleaseeee, so—" you whimpered out for him, mind falling into his hands.
his grip on you only tightened, his thrusts into you growing rougher. "can't even think straight, can you?" kei tilted his hips up a little, giving him a deeper angle.
"no, no, no, no…" you babbled in agreement almost immediately. everything felt so much, all the feelings merging together with each bounce that you made. "ohhh, kei, kei! kei, i'm gonna.. cum… so hard…"
kei loved the sound of that. it's exactly what you came to him for, and he loved fufilling your wishes. "are you, hm?" he dragged you closer, manually bouncing you up and down with his strong thighs so you didn't tire yourself out in search of orgasm.
"up, down, up down, you're doing amazing. workin' for your pleasure, well done. cum for me, baby, soak me, go on," his eyes flit up to watch as your body trembled above him, jolted by the pure pleasure running through your system. "always look so gorgeous when you cum."
all you could do was whimper, whine and sob his name, leaning your face against his neck and shuddering. usually, this was when kei would pull out and kiss all over your face, telling you how well you did and how proud he was.
the stark, renewed pleasure, overwhelming, struck you almost instantly. you squealed when the fuzz of your orgasm increased, as opposed to coming down as it always did. "kei?" your voice was small, confused. "i—mmmmh…"
your body didn't even need to do anything when he grabbed you by the arms and eased you onto your back, kei mounting you from behind and sliding back in again with ease. "nngh! kei, i—i already…" you had never felt like this, not once. "nnnnh.."
"you said you wanted to cum," kei murmured, his teeth gritted as he gave you firm, hard strokes of his length, the tip dragging along your walls in a claiming caress. "so i'll make you cum. again. and again. and again."
his voice was right in your ear, face pressed against your cheek tighter with every moment he lost control. "too much, kei, too muchhh—" you whimpered, face pressed up against his own. every thrust sent you forward into the bed, whole body trembling beneath him.
kei shook his head, "no, baby, not too much. you asked for this," tilting his head down in order to press his mouth to your own. it was dominating, his tongue claiming every taste and corner of your mouth.
his hips slammed into your ass in an increasingly erratic fashion, your lips growing increasingly puffy and kiss swollen between the two of you. pulling back, he pressed his nose to your hair and growled, murmuring a gentle, yet firm, "doesn't it feel good when i take care of you?
you couldn't even speak. it was an entire body experience, your body melting into mush. you couldn't believe it, didn't even know it was possible—being fucked through one orgasm into another, the overstimulation that bled into unimaginable pleasure.
"mmh…" you'd gone completely stupid on his cock, drooling against the bed with half-lidded eyes. all the little comments he made floated around your head; your response was merely a nod and a whimper, even your grip on the sheets loosening.
kei couldn't help but laugh in amazement. "you're so pretty with your head empty," he told you, completely in earnest. "love you like this, fuck. so good for me. i'll think for you, baby. i've got you."
a sense of frustration ran through him at the fact that he wanted to cum—but he supplemented it with the fact he'd get to pump you full of his load. "gonna give it to you, honey, all to you, hahhh…" your body shuddered beneath his hold, eyes fluttering a little more.
"cum with me, baby, just a little more, just a little—fuck!" lowering his head back down again, he kissed you more gently, attentively, a final grunt slipping past his lips as he came. the feeling of your walls clenching around him yet again reassured him, a breathless laugh slipping past his lips.
his hips rolled slowly, not as forcefully as before but helpfully letting his cum paint your walls. "still with me?" he started, after a moment, knowing it was a lot. "you did so good, you know that? did amazingly. did so perfect."
a small smile found its way onto your lips, head tilting slightly into his own. "wanna do it again."
Not necessarily a detailed request but can we get a perv!Yuma fic please!
hii cutie~ i don’t think i’ll write a full fic on this but i wrote some quick imagines and scenarios if that’s fine .ᐟ.ᐟ
perv yuma is soooo in character for him— every time i see him talking about jojo or rua it’s always something either very bluntly perverted or has some pervvy undertones to it~ ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა
love, wanii ᢉ𐭩
❤︎ perv! yuma
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ a whole bunch of perv! yuma imagines.
tags ⸝⸝ yuma’s a bit of a creep not just a perv, some are dub-con, panty collecting(?), jerking off on your stuff, no established relationship, obsessive— you’ve been warned. . .
perv! yuma . . always touching you, his hands wandering around your body whenever you sit by him. fingers squeezing your inner thighs, followed by his hands moving to your ass, to even brushing over your chest.
perv! yuma . . stealing pieces of clothes, under garments, or even your used towels— bringing them back to his room, whenever he feels horny he jerks off on them and tossing them back into your hamper after he’s done. every time you do laundry you pull out the stiff pieces, giving a long sigh before throwing them into the washer.
perv! yuma . . he’d grind his hips against yours whenever you bend over, whether it be to pick up a piece of trash or look in the cabinets— he’d always find a way behind you, his hips rolling onto you, hands holding your waist in place until he feels satisfied enough to let go.
perv! yuma . . whenever you leave the house, he lies in your bed, sniffing your pillow, sheets, clean clothes, and dirty laundry. sometimes he goes into your bathroom, showering with your bar of soap, using your towel.
perv! yuma . . sometimes late at night you can hear his voice faintly, whimpering your name, the wet sounds traveling through the thin apartment walls.
perv! yuma . . if you ever wore a skirt or something short he always finds a way to look up it, his eyes feasting on your plump thighs, the way your legs looked all exposed. sometimes lifting the cloth— hands traveling to areas too sensitive for the situation.
perv! yuma . . he LOVES to feel up your shirt, pinning you down with one hand— your wrists wrapped by his long fingers. his other hand feeling every inch of your body as you squirm under him, only until you begged him to stop did he let go.
perv! yuma . . if you ever talked about meeting someone else romantically he’d instantly shut it down, even when you fought him on how your two independent individuals— he’d suck every last inch of your neck until you whined and cried. his voice lowering, reciting everything he wanted to do to you later— wanting to fuck you so hard until you realized you were his, and only his.
🗒️ hiiiii~!! please interact with this post and/or my page if you finished it, it helps motivate me to write more!! inbox is open for any thoughts or ideas you may want to share, whether it be for a fic or questions you would like to ask me! do not copy or translate my work.
synopsis: takayama riki is the ideal roommate. cooks, cleans, does everything perfectly. yet you can't help but feel weirded out by his overly touchy behavior
genre: perv roommate!taki x fem!reader, friends and roommates, some fluff, smut
tw: perv roommate!taki, cursing, dubcon, male masturbation, panty stealing, panty sniffing/licking, brief female masturbation, taki leaking in his pants, idea of a peeping tom, self degradation, fingering, drooly taki
wc: 2,151 words
a/n: hello, i am lynn and my problem is that my mind is plagued with perv!taki thoughts. it was bad before but now it's taking control (☆ω☆*) i hope you enjoy this pervy taki fic, bcuz i got way too into it and highly doubt this is the last. didn't even write what i actually wanted to, literally free me from this prison -> please don't copy or translate ~^^
just thinking about perv roommate!taki who is super touchy and keeps toeing between the boundaries of what is and isn’t normal behavior of a roommate.
he’d seen you around before but had never properly met you. different friend groups and schedules. that was until maki introduced you two to one another, and once he heard your voice he was hooked. it was as if an angel had graced his life. as soon as he heard you sweetly utter his name with a polite smile, he swore he was in love, dick twitching and leaking precum. you were perfect. a kind, pretty, and vanilla scented angel with a voice he wanted to break with every thrust of his hips, moaning his name over and over again.
when you came to them crying and hiccuping about your dick of a landlord who kicked you out after you got mad for the sudden rent increase, he immediately hugged you. biting his lip, he tightened his arms around you, relishing in the plush feeling of your breasts pressing up against his chest. good thing maki didn’t see the way his eyes rolled to the back of his head. shit, he was gonna start drooling if he kept hugging you any longer. still, he was helpless to let go, not as your cries got louder, clenching his shirt whilst burying your head into the nook of his neck. is this what you would sound like if you were crying on his cock? little hiccups slipping from your lips as you ask him to slow down. you were so warm.
“why don’t you just move in with me? i’ve had the extra room ever since maki moved out.” he pulled away, gently wiping away at your tears as you asked him if that was okay. this was his opportunity of a lifetime. “as long as you pull your weight, just promise to lend me a hand whenever i need it.” with maki dogging you on, saying it was the perfect solution, you instantly agreed and gave taki a big kiss on the cheek to show your appreciation. his eyes stiffened at the wet feeling. so this is what i can look forward to.
as your friendship progressed, so did his actions. it was perfect. to you, being taki’s roommate was the best decision you made. he cooked, cleaned, did laundry, and was even more available for you as a friend. the ideal roommate. to him, it was as if everything was falling in his favor. what you thought were harmless, affectionate actions of taki’s were truly just pathetic perverted advances under the guise of his lovable friendly nature. when your favorite cloth panties disappeared, the one with a cute bow at the front, he played it off as bad luck. “maybe you misplaced them again, you’re pretty forgetful about these things.” when you found the bathroom door unlocked while you were taking a shower, you ignored the weirdness of it after he told you, “the lock is probably broken. i’ll call the building manager for it to be fixed.” you truly were none the wiser, giving him a peck on the cheek for being so dependable because how could you ever think that taki, your sweet and considerate puppy-like roommate, could be behind these weird events. you trusted him, he was your friend after all. he would never lie to you.
and technically that was true. taki hated lying to you so instead he just twisted the truth a little. no harm. he just didn’t want you finding out how much of a pervert he was. you were so nice to him, laughing at his jokes, cooing at the random noises that escaped his mouth, batting your eyelashes at him. oh how he loved the idea of cooing at you, watching your teardrops collect on your eyelashes as he made you choke on his dick.
you should actually be grateful that he stayed normal for so long, especially with the way you kept prancing around the apartment half-dressed like a whore, not even aware of his staring issue. taki was living in his own fantasy with you as his roommate, doing everything he could to get off in his own disgusting way. pressing his clothed bulge against your ass as he reached up to get you the cereal off the top shelf, grinding himself against it a little harder because the cereal was hard to reach. fuck, you felt so good like this. if only i could pull these skimpy little shorts down so i could slip right between those plush asscheeks. “sorry, the cereals way at the back,” he breathed, hand gripping your hip and thumbing at the sliver of skin between your shorts and shirt.
“i-it’s okay… you’re just helping me out—” you choked, suddenly feeling him thrust into you with a pant, thumb slipping under the waistband of your shorts. “taki, the cereal…” right. he pulled off with a pant, cheeks a tad flushed whilst handing you the cereal for your breakfast with a grin. he then turned his attention towards the dishes in the sink, cleaning off the grime as if he didn’t just hump your ass before your first meal of the day. he acted as if everything was fine so it must be just you. oh if only you knew that he just did that to cover up the fact that his pants were wet with his cum after pushing you up against his dick. but as far as you could tell, nothing was wrong.
he was a sweetheart, offering to do your laundry whenever you found yourself swamped with work and projects. it would always come out clean, smelling of laundry detergent and something faintly like taki. weirdly, you noticed that when he did the laundry, a pair of panties or a bra would always go missing. “taki? did you ever find my cloth panties with the ribbon, or the white lace ones, maybe even the sheer baby blue one? it’s been a week!” you huffed, handing over your basket of dirty laundry into his welcoming hands.
his eyes widened at the sight of another pair of your underwear sitting right on top of the pile. he nervously gulped, shifting his eyes back to you, “nope, sorry. maybe the dryer’s eating them. i’ll try to look again for you, pretty.” with a shy ‘thank you’ leaving your lips, he rushed out of your room with your laundry in hand, and hurriedly went to his bedroom slamming the door shut. he immediately swiped the panty from the top and frantically shoving his sweats and boxers down his thighs. he plopped himself on his bed and dug his hand around under his pillows, pulling out the sheer blue panties you were just stressing over. she can never know.
with a tired sigh, he tilted his head back on the headboard, fingers dangling the dirty fabric between his fingers. he stretched the fabric and there he spotted a patch of dampened fabric, so freshly used that it still held a shiny layer of your cum. was she just wearing this as she fucked herself on her fingers? he gently caressed the wet spot, slowly bringing it up to his nose to take a deep inhale of your release. taki groaned in pleasure, praying that you don’t hear him losing himself. his eyes darted to the door making sure it was locked before sticking out his tongue and letting it taste the sweet nectar of your cum. a warm thrill ran down his spine, hand reaching to wrap your sheer underwear tightly around his exposed dick while he tongued at the soiled fabric.
it was disgusting the way he furiously pumped himself with your panties, subconsciously shoving the other pair further into his mouth until all he could taste was you. he shut his eyes, imagining you walking in on him acting like a degenerate, jerking off surrounded by your dirty clothes. how would you react? would you yell in fear, stumbling back with tears in your eyes as you realized you like with a freak like him for the past month? maybe you’d stomp your way over to him and pull the damp fabric from his mouth, calling him a perverted freakshow asking him if this is how he got off knowing he couldn’t touch you. he huffed out a breath, scrunching his eyes shut, head lolling to side as his hand worked faster on his hard, wet cock. his mouth opened slightly, drool dampened fabric muffling out the moans that slipped from his slick lips. yn please, i need you so bad. tell me how fucking gross i am. degrade me as if i were nothing but a pathetic pussy obsessed puppy.
sweat gathered on his forehead, hooded eyes opening just to roll to the back of his head whenever he pressed his thumb harder against his tip. “ah fuck yes… so g-good. want… t-taste you, please baby.” he choked on the fabric, the fabric doing its job to muffle and shut him up as best as it could. he didn’t care though. didn’t care if you heard him moaning like a bitch, he wanted you to hear him. crush your stupid perception of sweet, innocent roommate taki. he pressed his heels into the mattress, bucking his hips further into your crusty panties.
he could picture you in the shower, like that one time he ‘accidentally’ unlocked the door while you were inside, slowly sliding your hands down your soapy skin until it reached low enough for your fingers to ghost over your clit. the action caused you to gasp, instantly biting your lip to keep the noises from escaping, aware that your roommate was inside and might hear you touching yourself. you rubbed at your puffy clit, legs spreading just a smidge. “shit, ahh… need your fingers, please,” you moaned, short pants echoing inside the tiled room. the more pressure you applied, moving your fingers in small, tight circles, the closer you felt. he remembered seeing you slap a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from whimpering out loud, not wanting taki to know what you were doing. oh if only you knew that he was watching all along. you moved faster, thighs shaking as you slid two slick fingers inside yourself, wet lewd noises squelching as you buried it deep up to the knuckle. “hahh need you inside me, wanna feel you cum deep inside.” he pictured you with tears running down your pretty face, your whines and the sound of squelching were like music to his ears then.
he didn’t even know it, but his pace had quickened, tugging at his dick whining as he recalled how good you sounded. and just like that moment, he finished hard into his hand, crying out in sheer pleasure and banging his head against the headboard with his fist stuttering to a stop. he pulled the saliva soaked fabric from his mouth and dropped it beside him, feeling guilt wash over him as he stared at your soiled panties covered in his hot, pearly cum and heavy drool. god what have i done?
he rushed to clean himself up, wiping away at the cum and tucking himself back into his sweats. his hands picked up both your and his dirty undergarments and shoved it deep into the clothes bin before shoving it into the laundry machine with an unnecessary amount of detergent, pressing buttons to begin its cycle. he leaned against the wall, eyes shut as he reflected on his perverted actions. “taki! there you are.” his eyes immediately flickered open, smoothing down his clothes trying to hide any sense of his orgasm.
“here i am. in the flesh doing laundry like i said i would.”
“okay… i was wondering where you were. i have something to ask.”
“what is it?” oh god, please tell me you didn’t hear me just now. were you turned on or did it disgust you? i’m sorry, i’m sorry! i swear it won’t happen again.
“do you wanna get pizza for lunch? i’m kind of craving right now.” he bit his lip, muttering a ‘sure’ with a nervous smile. yn doesn’t know. good.
you turned to leave, only to stop and lean closer to the laundry machine. shit. “oh hey, you finally found my sheer blue panties that i lost. that’s amazing!” you pushed yourself up and immediately gave him a hug, kissing his cheek in the moment. “thanks.. it wasn’t important but it’s nice to know that you went out of your way to find it for me. you’re really sweet, taki.” you flashed him a shy smile, cheeks flushed as you now realize how close you two were. “i’ll go order now. thanks again.”
well fuck me, looks like i won’t be stopping any time soon. oh well, what can i do?
if i had a dick i would definitely have a thing for belly buttons but especially euijoos cause just imagine u cum on his stomach and ur jizz is fills his belly button up
if i had a dick i would definitely have a thing for belly buttons but especially euijoos cause just imagine u cum on his stomach and ur jizz is fills his belly button up
