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Having a man as your roommate has probably been one of the worst mistakes of your life. When you called your mother to tell her the news that you found a roommate, she almost had a heart attack when you said it would be with a man — a man you never met.
You were in a rush to find a roommate after the lease on your previous apartment ran out and your former roommate moved across the country, so you went onto Facebook and found the first person that was in your area looking for a roommate. But little did you know he would turn out to be an obnoxious, thirty-year-old man with no understanding of boundaries.
You crack your door open and stick your ear into the hallway to listen to the obscene noises coming from your roommate's bedroom. Loud moans, heavy breathes, and a rhythmic slapping sound echoes through the hallway from the cracked door across the hallway.
"Fuck, Toji!" a woman groans from his bedroom, and you grit your teeth.
"Jesus Christ," you whisper to yourself before shutting your door and putting headphones over your ears.
This is a common occurrence and a prime example of Toji's inability to understand boundaries. You often hear your roommate fuck the shit out some girl in the middle of the afternoon. It only happens once a week or so, never more than twice a week. He doesn't bother to try and be quiet or subtle. You've been dropping hints to keep it down, but he doesn't seem to understand.
You've learned to live with it, though. You just put your headphones on, blaring music for the next hour and a half, and pray to God you don't bump into him afterward. You can't bear to look him in the eyes after hearing him pound into someone.
Sometimes you stop the music too early and hear them. It makes you feel dirty hearing the two of them go at it, like you're some perverted, creep. But thankfully, today you kept your headphones on for the appropriate amount of time, as the house is dead quiet when you slide them off of your ears.
Feeling brave enough to leave your room, you make your way into the kitchen and pull out something to make for dinner since you doubt Toji will be up for cooking after his session.
You had peace and quiet for about five minutes until a girl comes walking out of his room, clothes on backward and mascara smeared down her face. She gives you a genuine smile before waving bye and heading out the door. Toji follows not long after, dressed in a different outfit than he was two hours ago.
"What's cooking?" he says and comes over to look at the pot of water you're pouring noodles into.
"Can you keep it down next time?" you blurt out, ignoring his question.
He chuckles. "I would have thought you enjoyed the free porn. Care to join in next time?"
"Fuck off, or you're going hungry."
Toji rolls his eyes and sits at the dinner table. He watches as you bring the pasta over a couple of minutes later, noting the way you sway your hips more than usual when your back is turned to him. He wonders if it's on purpose
You sit down to eat, but you look up from your spaghetti to see a pair of green eyes locked on your body. Toji trails his eyes down to your cleavage, focusing on your hardened nipples through the skimpy tank top you wear. You suck in a breath, "Why are you staring at me, Toji?"
"I like staring. I didn't think it was a crime." Toji's eyes lock with yours, and he leans back into his chair with crossed arms, flashing his undeniably attractive muscles.
"Pervert," you hiss under your breath and take another bite of your food.
He smirks. "Care to repeat that, little girl?"
"Don't call me that. It's fucking weird." That's his favorite nickname for you when his goal is to irritate you.
"You're what, seven years younger than me? I think that classifies as little," Toji says, and your growing frustration has his smirk turning into a smile.
"Bastard," Your grip tightens around your fork. "I dream of kicking you in the balls."
Toji takes a sip of his wine, remaining calm as your anger grows. Your eyes study the way his smirk doesn't budge even while drinking, but you tear your gaze away after catching yourself staring at his mouth for a little too long.
Toji shifts, and for a second, you're worried he noticed your stare.But he doesn't mention your gaze as he says, "Hm, what else do you fantasize about at night, [First]?"
You hum to yourself. "Being able to watch TV without a man intruding."
Toji chuckles at the way his innuendo went right over your head. How precious.
He takes one last look at your breast and stands to grabs your empty bowl, piling it onto his. He turns to you after putting the dishes into the sink. "Thanks for dinner, doll," Toji says before making his way to his room, where he shuts the door — locking it.
You're almost shocked as you sit at the table. He's never taken your plate before. When you ask Toji he always ignores you, but this time you didn't even need to ask. You brush it off as nothing as you notice the living room is all for your taking now that Toji is in his room for the next couple of hours, and you rush to the couch to turn on the nightly news.
At 7 o'clock every other night, he'll be in his room for up to two hours. You never noticed it until he brought a girl over a month ago, and you tracked the time they spent in his room. It's only then you realized he follows some sort of schedule, but for what exactly remains unknown. You've considered questioning him about it, but you came to the conclusion it would be an invasion of privacy.
You hear the shuffle of footsteps, muffled speaking, and message notifications from his room if you turn the TV down enough. You came up with the theory he has a long-distance girlfriend, but you threw that idea out after seeing the girl who came out of his room. She didn't look like the girl from a month ago.
You also theorized he's speaking with old college friends or work colleagues, even though he never leaves the house to work. "I work from home," Toji told you the first time you asked what he does. You didn't bother gathering more details since he manages to pay his half of the rent, and you wouldn't appreciate him asking the intricate details of your job either.
The remainder of the night is spent watching TV until you glance at the clock to see it's 8:30 PM. Thirty more minutes until Toji is supposed to be done with whatever he does at night. You decide to change into your pajamas as you count the minutes until he's out of his room and the monopoly you have over the living room will be obstructed.
You slide off the leggings and tank top you've been wearing and change into a pair of loose cotton shorts and your old college sweatshirt. As you throw the old clothes into your laundry basket, you hear footsteps shuffling in the doorway. You stiffen, painfully aware of Toji's gaze burning into your body, and you turn to face him with a scowl.
"What the fuck?" you snap at him, and your cheeks feel as if they're on fire.
"Hey." An erotic tone, like he's trying to seduce you. "Just wanted to see if you were home since I didn't see you in the living room."
Your shorts suddenly feel too revealing as his eyes look over your body. "I'm changing. Get out."
"You seem flustered. Never had a guy see you change before?" He chuckles and steps into your room, and your mortified expression has him continuing. "Don't worry, I didn't see anything, love."
"You're disgusting," you scoff and cross your arms. "Why are you out of your room early?"
"Have you been stalking me?" Toji raises a brow. "But to answer your question, my laptop died on me when I was working, so I finished work early."
Toji takes another step into your room, and this is the furthest he's been inside. He takes a seat at the edge of your bed, inspecting the pattern and material of your sheets before looking back up at you.
"So what if I was stalking you?" you say, and the heat from your cheeks only spreads further down your body as you realize he's eyeing your thighs.
"I'd love to know that a woman is so obsessed with me that she stalks me," Toji says, eyes snapping to the floor. Bingo: a perfect way to test his theory.
He grins and stands from your bed, only to lean over and grab the pair of red panties you have on the floor. He holds it up to eye level, turning it around to examine the cut of the fabric.
It's a red, lace thong — nothing he expected you to own. His sexual innuendos always go over your head, so something like lingerie is almost shocking to see lying on your floor.
"Please put my underwear down-"
"Did you know my favorite color is red?" he cuts you off, and your body goes stiff. You shake your head in response.
You're humiliated as his finger grazes over the red lace. You want to rip it out of his hands. You want to kick him in the balls. You want to-
He's lost in thought, eyes glued onto the panties he holds. "I'm curious how your ass would look in this."
Your heart stumbles a beat, and your nerves render you useless in thinking of a witty comeback. You just stand there like a lost puppy as he stalks over to you, lifting your panties to your face. He looks down at you, and you cross your legs as he leans in close.
"Tell me, sweetheart, when's the last time you actually got some action," Toji says, almost mockingly.
"Excuse me? That's none of your business," you seethed and tried to walk away, only to have a large, strong hand on your shoulder stop you.
"What's the point of having this if you won't wear it for someone?" he continues, and the mental image of you wearing it in front of him fills your head. You curse yourself for actually wanting that fantasy.
You blink, ignoring the fantasies filling your mind, and you hold your head high. "I don't own panties simply to please a man. I just happen to like them."
“Answer my question." His curious green eyes set ablaze as he presses the question.
You glance at your panties and back to him before slowly saying, “Two weeks ago, June 13th.”
“Liar. You were home watching a rerun of Jeopardy.” Your blood runs cold, and you do everything in your power to keep your cool.
“How did you know that.” There’s a quiver in your voice. A pathetic, helpless quiver. Toji places a hand on your shoulder, and you almost forget to breathe as he steps closer. He's taller up close, almost intimidating.
The hand on your shoulder tightens, and a tormenting laugh rumbles through the room. “You stalk me, I stalk you.”
“I-“ you’re at a loss for words as he leans his face in, so close you feel his hot breath on your skin. His tongue darts out to lick his lips, like a cat ready to pounce on its food.
You look at his biceps flexing as he holds your shoulder and then back to his face. You don't even bother holding back your nervous twitching as the few feet between the two of you dwindles down to a mere three inches. Toji, of course, isn't blind to your anxieties, but he doesn't make an effort to back off.
“Use your words, doll, and maybe don’t lie this time,” he says, locking eyes with you. You catch him shoving your red thong into his pocket, and a throbbing sensation starts to build between your legs.
The way you're thinking of him right now frightens you.
The two of you stand there for a minute. You open your mouth to try and say something, only to shut it when no words come out. Toji's lips curl into a smirk at your silence, and the expression on your face is all he needs.
“So, you’re a virgin?”
You scowl and shove him off of you. “Get the hell out of my room.”
"I'll keep your little secret in mind next time one of my sex jokes goes over your head. I'll try not to be offended when you don't laugh." Toji walks out of your room, leaving you staring at the floor in shame.
-
After that night, you didn't talk to Toji for the entirety of the next day. You stayed in your room, far away from the living room couch he resides in during the afternoon. You strategically planned your meals during the times Toji showers or is in his room, and you only came out when absolutely necessary.
You find yourself replaying last night in your head over and over, and you still can't come to the conclusion of what he's playing at. Why would Toji come into your room uninvited? And why the hell did he take your underwear when leaving? What's worse, he managed to find out the last thing you wanted him to know.
You're still a virgin.
It's not like you've done nothing with a guy. You had a short-lived relationship in college, a couple of sloppy make-out sessions, and you were once fingered in the bathroom of a frat house, but it didn't feel that great.
You just never got around to having sex with anyone, and you don't trust dating apps. You told yourself that this would be your year, but you quickly learned that meeting people after college is a lot harder than you thought it would have been, so that plan has since gone out the window.
But you have a backup plan.
You're going to a club next week with an old friend of yours, and your plan is to meet new people and, hopefully, a potential one-night stand. You already have your outfit picked and hanging in your closet, but the one thing you're missing is that damn pair of panties Toji stole. It's supposed to match your red dress, and you bought it specifically for your night out.
You stand and crack the door open to peer into the hallway. Toji is in his room by now, but you need your underwear back. They cost $20, and you won't be wasting that money.
You take a deep breath and step into the hallway, slowly making your way to his closed door. You hesitantly stand staring at the white, wooden door. You've never seen the inside of his room before — he makes it a priority that you don't see inside. But he's seen yours now, so it's only fair. You lift your hand to the door and knock.
"Toji?" you say after a couple of knocks.
No response.
You bite your lip and knock again, but you still get nothing. You descend your hand down to the doorknob, slowly turning it to find that his door is unlocked.
You're getting those damn panties back.
You turn the handle fully and swing the door open and take a step into his room. What you see in front of you has your mouth hanging wide. Your stomach twists as you glance from the camera pointed at the bed — recording — to Toji sitting in his bed, whose pants and shirt are on the ground.
It's a filthy sight, like something out of your wet dreams. Toji's cock is in his hand, palm gliding up and down. His chiseled abs glisten with sweat, and you find yourself staring at his god-like body for a bit too long.
You quickly realize what's going on, and you snap your gaze back to Toji's face. "I-I'm sorry. I'll come back another time," you say and slowly start to back out of the room. In a matter of seconds, Toji stands and pulls on a pair of boxers, and he walks to grip your wrist.
"Don't worry about it. Whatcha need?" he asks, eerily calm. It's as if you didn't even barge in on him masturbating he's so relaxed.
"I just wanted my panties back ... I can come back later," you mutter, taking one last look at the erection pressing against his boxers. He's so big.
"I'll give them back later," He says and pulls you further into his room. "C'mon, princess, stay with me for now. You don't want to see the rest of the show? I would've thought you wanted to with how much you stare at me."
You look away, cheeks burning crimson from embarrassment. Do you really stare? You never thought so, at least, not enough that Toji would notice. You can't deny you'll do a double-take on him if he's shirtless after a shower.
"The only one who stares is you, the goddamn pervert," you hiss.
Toji slowly corners you against the wall and his erect cock brushes against your hip. "But you're doing it right now, [First]."
His voice is like a purr as your name rolls off his tongue. Say it. Say it again, you almost beg, but the words are stuck in the back of your throat. His erection pressing against you renders you speechless, breathless. What would you even say?
"Nothin' to say, huh?" Toji chuckles, gliding his hand down to rest on your thigh. "You're so cute... all choked up like this."
You bite your lip and look at him, but the camera in the middle of the room catches your eye.
That's right, he was recording. But why?
Toji turns his head and follows your eyes, and he turns back to you with a smirk. "Want to know why that's set up? Since you haven't put two and two together yet." His hand glides higher up your thigh, and you softly exhale with a nod.
"I make videos, videos you find on adult websites," Toji explains, and it all starts to make sense now. All the hours he spends in his room and that girl he brought over, it's for his videos. Your curiosity is piqued as you try to imagine the content he makes, and you'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on a little.
"Though, I wouldn't expect you to know anything about that, seeing how innocent you are," Toji continues, and his remark has you gritting your teeth.
"I'm not innocent," you whisper, struggling to believe yourself.
He presses his lips against your ear. "Liar."
The hand on your thigh moves to rest against your crotch. Toji brings two fingers against your pajama shorts, and you gasp. He presses up against you, continuing to massage your clit through your shorts, and a loud groan escapes your throat.
"Innocent girls are always so fun to toy with, to ruin," his sultry voice whispers into your ear, and his words have your walls clenching around nothing. He lifts his fingers off of your damp shorts, and he brushes your slick against your lips. "They always get wet so easily, just like you."
"I'm not innocent, Toji," you repeat, holding back a whimper at the loss of his fingers against your clit.
He moves his head to face you, a sadistic smile on his lips. "Prove it." You raise your eyebrows in response, and Toji continues, "Come in front of me."
You're left dumbfounded at his request, and your heart rate increases tenfold. Come in front of him? You've never came in front of anyone before. At least, you don't think you have.
"Aw, are you nervous?" he taunts, brushing his hand against your heated cheeks. "I know you secretly love when I stare, [First], so what do you say?"
You bite your lip. "Yes — I'll do it."
"Good girl, now get on the bed," he commands, and you follow without hesitation.
You sit near the headboard of Toji's bed, and you lean into the fluffy pillows behind you. Toji walks over to the camera and fiddles with it until the red recording light is off, and you can't help feel disappointed.
"You're not going to leave it on?" you ask, and Toji raises his brows.
"You wanted it on?" he scoffs. "I didn't take you to be a girl who wants to film a sex tape."
"Well, if you want it on, you can keep it on," you say slowly, "but don't have my face in it, please."
Toji chuckles and turns the camera back on. "Your wish is my command, doll."
The little red light turns back on, and you already feel your cheeks getting hot. Toji takes his seat next to the camera, and your nerves are only getting worse as you realize both him and the camera have eyes on you, but you won't deny the experience is exhilarating. This is the most erotic thing you'll probably ever do, and it has your cunt throbbing.
You sit awkwardly, playing with the edge of your shirt and questioning why you did all this. Toji will never let you live this down. He'll make fun of you every day and every night.
You sigh and glance up at Toji. "Well?"
"Strip." His smirk sends goosebumps down your arm.
You cross your arms and slowly pull your shirt over your head. Next, you slide your shorts off and fling them onto the floor. You notice the way Toji shifts in his seat as his eyes lock onto the red bra you wear, and his hand grips the chair tightly.
"Let me see your tits," he orders, and you reach your hand behind your back and unclasp your bra.
Toji's eyes widen as he stares at your breasts. He's been dying to know how they'd fit in his hand ever since you started walking around the house in those sheer, slutty tank tops at night. He resists the urge to get up and massage them now that they're finally in front of him.
You glide your hands up to squeeze them, gliding your thumbs over your hardened nipples. You gasp as you realize how sensitive they are after never having them played with before
"Sensitive, huh?" Toji muses, and you look away from embarrassment. You only peek back at him to see his erection growing again as he stares at your naked body, and it sends heat to your core.
You bring your hands back down to your thighs, and your fingers slowly inch their way up to your crotch. You spread your legs and lean back into the pillows as you press an index finger against your panties, tracing circles around your clit.
Toji runs his fingers through his hair and deeply exhales. "How about you show me your pretty little pussy, sweetheart."
You hook two fingers around the band of your panties and slowly pull them off of your soaked folds and throw them onto the ground. Biting your lip, you resist the urge to close your legs as his eyes fixate on your cunt.
"Look how wet you are already," he rasps as he stares at your spread legs. His cock presses hard against his boxers, and it's almost painful as he only grows harder from seeing slick drip down your thighs and onto his bedsheets. He's dying to know what your cunt feels like wrapped around his dick.
"Bend over and show the audience how soaked you are," Toji says, and you nod.
You stand on your knees and turn so your back is facing the camera. As Toji has a view of your ass, you hesitate to bend over for a minute, but it's not long until a hand presses against your back and shoves your head into the bedsheets. Fingers trace down your spine, and Toji rests his hand at the curve of your ass.
"Next time, do what you're told, slut," he hisses, and his sudden cruel words have your breath hitched. Toji notices the way you shift at his words, and he laughs harshly. "Oh? Do you like when I degrade you?"
"I...yes," you whisper softly into the bed, hoping the camera audio didn't pick up your voice. You often heard Toji degrade women when he fucks them. Things like, "take it all, bitch," and "dumb slut," come from his bedroom, and you never thought you'd end up actually enjoying it.
His hand retracts, and the loss of his touch has you whimpering. Toji sits back down onto the chair, and a low groan escapes his throat from the sight of your ass raised in the air. He lowers his hand to his crotch and glides his palm over his erect cock
"Be a good girl and turn back around. Let me see that precious face of yours," Toji commands, and you lift your body off of the bed. You sit back against the pillows — legs crossed.
He narrows his emerald eyes at you. "Uncross your legs. You should know better."
You peel your legs apart and grip your thighs, digging your nails into your skin. You try not to stare at the cock in his hand, how it's hard for you, but your eyes keep lingering. The sight of him — his impressive length — has your heart skipping a beat.
"Play with yourself, sloppy slut," Toji says, his voice is thick with dominance and possession, like he already owns your body. You quickly learn he's good at ordering women around in the bedroom, as your fingers are already descending.
Toji watches intently as your trembling hand touches your cunt, and you glide an index finger up the folds of your wet cunt. You flinch as your finger brushes against your clit, and you notice a subtle grin on Toji's lips as you start twitching.
You press a finger against your clit and slowly start to make circles around the bundle of nerves. Almost instantly, your toes curl into the bedsheets as pleasure consumes your body, and you let a few moans, ones louder than you expected.
"You're so sensitive...have you never came before, sweetheart?" Toji scoffs, and you feel your cheeks heat up.
"I don't know," you admit with shame. Masturbating has never been natural to you. It's felt nice, but you could never tell if you finished or not.
"How cute," he says, almost mockingly, and he grips his cock tighter in his palm.
Toji watches as you touch yourself, as if you're the most interesting creature he's ever seen. His eyes burn holes into your naked body, and you have to resist the urge to squirm under the covers.
There's something about his gaze that captivates you and continues to keep your cunt drenched. You wish you could be scared at the way he stares at you like you're his food, but you can't seem to hate it. If anything, you love it.
It's not long before your legs are spasming as you rub your clit, and your moans are only growing louder and louder. You didn't even notice Toji is gliding his hand up and down his shaft until a guttural noise escapes the back of his throat — his eyes still haven't left your body.
Your glance at the camera recording your act of sin, and you close your eyes as humiliation starts to rise. You continue like this for a moment, eyes shut and rubbing your clit. It's almost blissful, but that feeling is short-lived when a hand grazes your thighs. You go rigid and stop touching yourself, and your eyes spring open to see Toji standing at the edge of the bed, stroking his cock.
"I didn't say stop," he hisses, and you hesitantly start gliding over your clit again, painfully aware of his hand descending lower and lower.
Fingers make circles around your soaked entrance, and you hold back the growing urge to squirm away from him. His index finger stops just before it enters, and you whimper as he stares at you with a face of twisted amusement.
"Beg."
You loll your head back at his command. "Please Toji, please. I want you — I need you."
"How pathetic, but what should I expect from a virgin," he scoffs, pushing the very tip of his digit in, but it's not enough to satisfy you.
"More," you rasp, your free hand gripping the bedsheets. "Please, I'll do anything."
Toji raises his brows. "Anything?"
"Yes," you reply without much thought.
"I'll keep that in mind." He thrust his finger in, making you gasp. Your walls instantly wrap around him, and it takes Toji by surprise the way you grip just his index finger.
"God, you're so tight," he murmurs, pumping his cock quicker in his palm as he grows closer to finishing. "I can't wait till I get to shove my cock in that pretty cunt of yours." His words have your stomach twisting — with excitement or fear, you aren't sure.
The rubbing of your clit and Toji's thrusting fingers has turned you into a moaning, sweaty mess. You buck your hips occasionally, unable to control your spasming body as your muscles tense and relax within seconds. You've never felt such pleasure before, not from yourself or a man. You're almost ill from the intense euphoria consuming your body.
"You wanna come?" Toji asks, tauntingly, and he shoves his finger deeper.
You're barely able to form syllables as you gasp, "Yes."
He curls his fingers, and his fingertips graze your sweet spot, making you groan. “Then come for me, pretty girl.”
You let out one last wail before the coil in your core snap, and you release yourself on his fingers. Your eyes stay locked on his twitching cock that he pumps with his free hand, and in a matter of seconds, his cum pools onto your bare stomach. Toji throws his head back and groans as he finishes, and part of you wishes your name rolled off his tongue.
He slides his finger out of your dripping pussy and walks over to turn the camera off. He sets the device onto the table and slumps into the chair, exhaling a breath of exhaustion.
“Did it feel nice?” he suddenly asks, and he darts his tongue out to lick his lips as he stares at your naked body.
“Y-yes,” you stutter, trying to catch your breath. “I don’t think I ever had an orgasm before.”
He grins. “There’s more where that came from. All you have to do is ask, sweetheart.”
You ignore your heart racing, and you stand to gather your clothes and make your way to the door.
“Wait!” Toji calls and throws something your way. He gives you a sinister grin. “I had fun with them.”
You look down at the ball of red fabric in your hands and find that it’s your panties — damp from a fluid you’d rather remain a mystery. You open your mouth to say something before shutting it and quickly running to your room.
That night, you told yourself to never look up his porn.