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⚓︎ (MDNI) Neighbour!Toji doesn't know how to feel after catching you spying on him

cw : perverted reader, degredation / humiliation

"You're fucking disgusting."

"Y-yes, yes I am, mmh."

Toji sneered, narrowed eyes scanning your shaking form as you ground your palm against your clothed pussy. Right on his crumpled sheets.

The man was standing between your legs, having dragged you into his home after catching you masturbate to the sight of him changing again through your bedroom window.

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It had been a good few months since he had moved in next door — and if you thought love at first sight wasn't real, you were greatly mistaken.

After catching sight of Toji's muscles working as he carried box after box into his new home, you were positively smitten — so much that you began sifting through his mail just to get to know his name and any other tidbit of information you could get your greedy hands on.

Date of birth? December 31st.

Occupation? Not disclosed, but you were happy to overlook that.

For now.

Once you were done making a mental profile of Toji, the 'accidental' run-ins began. You made careful work of bumping into him right when he was off for a morning jog or taking out your rubbish the moment you saw him do it first.

Oh, how thrilling it all was — sneaking around like some schoolgirl just to get a small glimpse of the man you were admiring from afar.

But it wasn't enough.

No, it progressed to a point where you'd linger by your bedroom window after realising it was adjacent to Toji's room. His carelessness was one of his shortcomings, and you took full advantage of the fact he never seemed to close his curtains.

Naturally, you started watching him — and not once did the thought cross that just maybe this behaviour was somewhat immoral.

Then again, why would that even matter when the sight of two large pecs before you made you wetter than you had ever been in months?

In your eyes, the fixation was simply admiration, a small crush of sorts — that's all. It was honestly a blessing that Toji hadn't moved next to some debauched pervert who only saw him for his body.

You, on the other hand, were able to appreciate all of his attributes. From the perplexed look he threw your way when you bumped into him one too many times for it to be a coincidence, to the gruff 'get the fuck out of my way' when you tried helping him with his beat-up car that one time.

Yeah, you had him all figured out. He wanted you — badly.

So that was why you took it upon yourself to satiate that achy feeling in your pussy whenever you caught sight of Toji changing, salivating at the thick, veined weight hanging strong between his beefy thighs.

"Bet you could fuckin' choke me out with them," you tittered, shoving your hands into your pants with your heart in your throat at the risk of it all.

Then there were his pecs, full and round to the touch — sculpted by Michelangelo himself. Oh, how desperately you wanted to place your lips around his nipples, just to see if he was sensitive or not...

Alas, you'd have to settle from pining from a distance for a while longer.

This went on for quite a while. You had lost track of how many orgasms the sight of Toji alone had made you cum — whether that be when he was fresh out of the shower or simply changing into those tight black boxers you wanted to get your hands on.

But then he caught you one day. Toji already had his suspicions that you had ulterior motives than just playing the part of the welcome wagon.

When he looked up one afternoon, he saw you — one hot palm flat against the window as the other worked frantically between your legs, lower lip caught under your top teeth. After months of spying on Toji and not getting caught, you had grown complacent and forgot to hide yourself somewhat.

From there, things took a turn for the better — in your eyes, at least.

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"Knew there was something up with you," Toji went on, tense when your nimble fingers slid under the waistband of your panties. "Bet you're the reason why my boxers go missing off the line, too."

"Maybe," you blurted, moving your underwear to the side with your free hand. With your lips sagging open, you rolled your clit around between two of your fingers.

Toji could only watch as you got yourself off, cock soft despite the stuttering squelches of you stuffin' your fingers inside of you filling the room.

Of course, you noticed — calling out to him pathetically with your knees closing in on themselves. "Y-you don't like this?"

His large hands came down in an instant, bullying your thighs open with unnatural ease. You were held open wide, pussy fluttering around nothing. "Oh, no, no. None of that. You don't get to hide now after doing that shit for months. Pervert."

Your head fell back, a breathy gasp slipping out from between your lips. Something about Toji's words were seriously getting to you, making the glide of your fingers inside of you much easier.

God, you were so fucking wet. He could see it, head hot as you fucked your wetness out of you — until it dripped wet down your ass and onto the sheets below.

Toji liked that...

Maybe.

He couldn't tell if his cock was twitching because his hormones were doing their job, or if he was into this whole degradation thing going on. Toji spoke again, rougher this time.

Who was the fucked up one here again?

"You like that, huh? Being called out on how much of a pervert you are for your neighbour?"

"Yes," you rasped, toes curling and fingers crooking upwards. "I'm such a p-pervert. I love watching you change. I like watching you bring those girls home. Wish that was me—!"

Toji cursed, hand coming down to palm at his crotch.

Were you really that fucked up, spying on him during his hookups?

"Wish that was you, don't you? But it isn’t. It never will be, because you'll only ever watch and keep that nasty mouth running behind your window."

Your back bowed into a beautiful arch, the whites of your eyes more prominent now that you were heading closer towards an orgasm. "You saw..."

"Tch. 'course I did. You think I'm as oblivious as you?"

"You saw," you babbled incoherently, repeated words drifting off towards something weaker — until your pussy convulsed around your fingers and you came with a pitchy cry. You even soaked Toji's sheets below, squirting a burst of clear fluid that'd be sure to have his bed smelling of you for days to come.

Speaking of coming — Toji didn't. He squeezed his bulge with a large hand, refusing to give you that gratification of seeing him orgasm. It was painful, sure — but seeing your face fall after you came to was worth it.

"So that's it?"

"Yeah. You can scurry off to your home now like you always do 'n watch me jerk off."

Well, you couldn't say no to that.

Convincing Pervy roommate!Choso it’s not cheating if it’s over the clothes

“Are you sure?” he asks, whispering. Of course he’s whispering; his ‘girlfriend’ is sleeping right beside you two — a twisted sleepover nightmare. 

Tucked under the covers, you two shuffle together tight. He’s got something fat, heavy, and burning between your thighs. It’s slowly but surely rubbing right up against your clothed cunt, dragging out quiet squelchessss. “Yeah, Cho. It’s a rule; it’s only -mm- cheating if it’s s-skin to skin.”

“Okay. That’s -ngh oh fuck- good.” Choso’s hips are furiously rutting against you, nudging your throbbing clit through your panties. You’re driving him absolutely crazy. He can feel the wet mark at your gusset on his skin, just as you can feel the wet streak his leaking pre is leaving on your inner thighs. He sucks in a loud breath behind you. 

“Shush,” you scold, “you don’t want to wake your girlfriend.”

“Who?” he asks, absentmindedly. 

“Your girlfriend,” you remind him. Rolling your eyes, you twist under your blanket and come face to face with him before you shove him onto his back. You straddle his hips, grinding your cunt onto the length of his bare cock. And as he groans, a finger tilts his head to the side. 

His new girlfriend’s fast asleep, drooling on the pillows. She’d invited herself over for your weekly tradition of having a sleepover in the living room, partly due to her desire to hang out with him, and partly because she didn’t feel comfortable with you two sleeping beside each other. Which is good intuition — these sleepovers usually start, consist of, and end with him licking your cunt to back-to-back orgasms as a movie plays in the background. 

“Oh, Choso. We’re not cheaters, are we?” you murmur. He shakes his head whilst moving your hips over his cock, particularly over his pretty, pink cockhead. “No, of course not. We’re not cheating now. And we won’t cheat ever. So, let’s make this easier for ourselves. You go and break up with her tomorrow morning and we can keep doing this without hiding, ‘kay?”

Choso furrows his brows. “Break up with who?”

You groan. “Your girlfriend!”

“Oh.” There’s nothing better than holding you. Nothing better than feeling your puffy pussy lips part for him, your heartbeat thrumming through your clit, and the softness of your thighs squeezing his cum out in steady drops. So if having no girlfriend means more of this, then that’s perfect. 

Still moving you back and forth on his cock, he leans over to the side and shakes the woman. She wakes with a jolt. “Oh, my god. W-what’s happening?” she asks, tearing up. 

Choso palms your tits through your thin tank top, tweaking your nipples as he licks his lips. He’s not even looking at her. No, he’s far too fixated on the growing see-through spot of your panties, which the dull light from the TV is making clear to his beady eyes.

“We’re over. Night.”

She scrambles up from the floor, disbelieving. In a hurry, she gets to the door and opens the thing, letting in light. When she looks back, you’re both illuminated and still unashamedly, relentlessly, grinding against each other. The last things she sees are the spurts of his orgasm painting his chest white and your victorious smile.

bad reader! bad choso!