➽ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒
shinsō, f.reader
— there’s nothing shinsō loves more than watching you fall apart right before his eyes, with no knowledge of his presence.
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GHOST!SHINSŌ ; VOYEURISM , NONCON ; MASTURBATION.
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from his lonely corner, shinsō could see most of your life go by. at least while you were in your cozy —tiny— apartment. the door to your room remained open even when you slept, and you had a tendency of leaving the door to the bathroom ajar when you showered; through the space left behind he could see the mirror fog up during winter and fall, and your naked body during summer and spring. when you cooked, on the rare occasions that you did, he could see you dancing around the kitchen and living room, food almost burning because of your lack of attention almost every time.
when you studied for midterms and finals he struggled to keep up with the words you recited to no one. and if you decided to watch tv he got to entertain himself with something other than your rather uneventful life —he would sit beside you, pretending you were enjoying some quality time together instead of him intruding in your life without your knowledge.
he had a front row seat to the show of your life, and loved every second of it, even the most boring bits. his favorite moments, however, were the late nights when your room became the stage for the most passionate and intimate of acts.
with rapt attention, he observed as you gave in to the lust that had been creeping up on you the entire day. you sighed and moaned, unsuspecting, ignoring that you were not alone —you hadn't been since the day you moved into his apartment— as you let your fingers slip under the hem of your panties. and shinsō watched avidly, hanging on to your every move as if his afterlife depended on it.
your fingers found your clit, played with it softly, tenderly. your free hand pushed up your shirt, the hem quickly trapped by your teeth. chest exposed to the room, your nipples hardened at the touch of the cold air; you devoted time to the little buds, gently tweaking and pinching them. a low moan bubbled in the back of your throat and he licked his lips in anticipation. he could see impatience building up alongside your need for pleasure, your wish to prolong the moment.
part of you wanted to give in and grind down on your fingers until you were coming undone, the other part wanted to savor every drop of pleasure, wring it all out until you’re left panting and trembling, unable to move your legs.
when you grew tired of the teasing and finally, finally, buried your fingers in your cunt, he matched the relieved moan that left your lips. eager, shinsō leaned forward, with quick steps he approached your bed, stood close enough that he could hear your labored breathing and sweet whimpers, the sound of your fingers sinking into you repeatedly, obsessively.
hips now raised off the bed, you pressed into your hand, rocking into your palm in a way that had pressure gliding over your clit. from where he was standing, his eyes caught the way your fingers, knuckle-deep inside you, curled to abuse your sweet spot mercilessly.
his fingers ghosted over your thigh, touch feather-light and barely there, and he watched the way you shuddered at the sensation in fascination. he took pride in the reaction of your body. you could feel him. even though your eyes looked right past his invisible figure, you could still feel him, and that set off a rush of desire and want that almost made him do something imprudent.
one day, maybe, he’d get to be the cause of your pleasure. but tonight was not the night. tonight, he’d enjoy the show you were unknowingly putting on.
there was a certain beauty, he thought, in prying into such a private moment. it was the prettiest you’d ever been, even if it was messy, even if you had saliva dribbling down your chin from where you were biting down on your shirt. the way your head fell back and your body began to tremble and shake as your orgasm washed over you, pleasure unraveling and taking over every inch of your being, looked like heaven would've been like if he'd been allowed to enter.
shinsō was glad he was denied at the pearly gates, because he'd found you, his own personal paradise. he'd trade eternal bliss for a chance to see you in the heights of pleasure any day.
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