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You’ve hated living by yourself.
It wasn’t even because you were necessarily afraid to. The neighborhood isn’t horrible and your door has two locks. But you hated dealing with shit that the landlord’s supposed to deal with. Every time something breaks in your apartment, it took weeks for it to be fixed. You’re not much of a handyman, and you’d rather avoid paying out of your pocket for a third-party service. So you’ve learned to just deal with it until the landlord shows up.
You’ve already had your fridge burn out, your dryer fell apart, a leak in the ceiling, and the water heater break–which admittedly was the worse since you had to shower in cold water almost all of winter. You were on a good streak of things not breaking until April hit and your air conditioning unit stopped working. You weren’t sure what the issue was. You asked the neighbors in the same building and their air was working fine. So it was definitely a you issue. Maybe something’s wrong with the vents? Who knows?
It wasn’t a problem at first. The air outside wasn’t too hot, and it was actually nice for a while. On days when it’d be a little warm, you would crack open the window and let the light breeze cool down your room. But now it’s the end of May. The air outside was beginning to get sultry and your hair had to stay up at all times to avoid the stuffy heat around your neck.
The days weren’t too bad since you were usually at work until the evening, being able to bask in the cool air conditioning in an office chair. But every time you came home, you were always hit with a heatwave walking through your door. Most nights, you left a window in your bedroom open at night while you slept. There wasn’t much worry about leaving it open since you lived in an upstairs apartment on the third floor. The neighborhood was fairly quiet too, so you were usually able to get a good night’s rest.
However, the past few nights you’ve been having trouble falling asleep. It wasn’t simply just the heat that was keeping you up. But a certain smell.
A new tenant moved in recently. You don’t know what they look like, and you don’t know where exactly they moved. But all you know is that you saw a moving truck outside last week, and now you’re suddenly smelling cigarette smoke trickle through your open window. Of course, it could just be anyone who decided to take up smoking out of nowhere or decided to smoke on a different side of their balcony. But you have been living here for over a year now, and you knew your close neighbors fairly well, to the point that you know they don’t smoke.
Day after day, you pondered going outside to say something. You didn’t mind cigarette smoke when you’re just passing by someone in the streets, but smelling it every night in your room? It’s driving you insane! But what would the person tell you? Just close your window and get over it? You wouldn’t blame them. It’s what you would do if only you were able to withstand the heat in your room.
One night, you were feeling particularly ballsy. You usually wait until the smoke calms down or when you eventually fall asleep, but you had a shitty day at work, your summer class tuition was due, and now you have to deal with the cigarette smoke for a while before you’re able to end the day properly. I mean, who the hell needs to smoke every single night, anyway?!
You walked out to the balcony, looking around for the culprit. You see only one other person on their balcony as well, leaning against the ledge and tapping the stick against the edge, letting the ashes fall onto the ground below. He lived on the second floor diagonally from you, close enough for you to say something.
But your attitude disappeared as your eyes met the man smoking below you. He was huge. You don’t have to be up close to notice his muscles bulging out of his shirt without him trying. You can hardly see the cigarette in his hand, or the phone in the other, as the sizes of those two items differed greatly in his large hands.
Your eyes followed his hand movements, not realizing that he was putting his hand up as a wave. Your eyes flicker to his face and realize he was looking right at you, the corners of his lips slightly up turnt to give you sort of a grin. You notice a scar on his lip, adding to the intimidating aura he was already exuding. He pushes himself from his position on the ledge and slides over to the ledge adjacent to you.
“Nice night, huh?” He says. You nod your head, allured by his deep voice.
You were so taken aback by his looks that you almost forgot what you came outside for–until he brought the cigarette back up to his scarred lips and took a long drag.
“Hey, do you usually smoke, like, every night?” You ask, unknowing of how to casually bring up the topic.
He gives you a funny look at first, but soon lets out a low chuckle. “Why do you ask? You keepin’ tabs on me or somethin’?”
“No, no! It’s just, hmm. I don’t know how to put it. The smell is just kind of… strong? I guess,” you awkwardly say, gesturing towards your open window, watching the smoke he just blew out float right by it.
He raises an eyebrow, wondering if you were being serious. But he knew you were by the way you timidly looked at him, biting your lip. Your eyes, doe-like, afraid of seeming like a bitchy neighbor. Your cute, cute face, staring down at him, waiting for a response.
“Is there any way you can like, smoke inside? Or outside?” You ask after he didn’t reply for a while. He didn’t even realize how long you were waiting for a response.
“Ain’t this the outside?” He asks, motioning his hands in the air.
“I meant like, going outside outside. Like downstairs.” He frowns in annoyance. “Okay, look. Your cigarette smoke has been going through my window for the last few nights and it’s been stinking up my room and it’s kind of hard to sleep.”
“Then close the damn window?” He huffs out, but he can’t hide the slight smirk on his face.
“Oh! So, I can’t. So like, my AC has been broken for over a month now and it’s getting super hot outside, so I sleep with the window open. If I close it, I’ll probably die of heat exhaustion or something,” you explain. “Like I don’t care if you smoke! That’s your business! But if you can somehow keep the smoke away from me…”
The man lowered his head and chuckled before looking back up at you, pressing the cigarette bud into the ledge. “Sweetheart, I can’t control the wind.”
You pouted, knowing this would’ve been his response anyway. No grown-ass man would like it if some young college student told him what to do in his own space. You let out a sigh, deciding that you’d just have to endure it, anyway. You thank him anyway and tell him to have a good night, walking back towards your door until you hear him shout ‘Hey!’ at you.
Turning back towards him, you see that his arms are crossed, his biceps flexing in the position they’re now in. “What’s your name?”
You stammered out your name and waited for him to tell you his. He stared up at you, his eyes cold but his lips moving into a smirk again. “Toji.”
He flicks the end of his cigarette bud off the balcony, walking back into his home without another word. You also went back inside, thankful he stopped smoking for the rest of the night and you’re able to go to bed. But you just couldn’t believe you landed someone like Toji as your neighbor. He’s just so attractive! His scowl, his body, his dark black hair. Even the vulgar way he spoke stirred something inside of you.
Little did you know, he was thinking the same about you. How could he have been so lucky to live so close to such a stunning woman like yourself? You caught his eye the moment you walked out. Of course, you had a gorgeous face. But even from Toji’s angle, he could see how pretty your tits were sitting in the little shirt you were wearing to beat the heat. He cursed life itself for the living roles not being switched. He would’ve loved it if he was on the third floor and you were on the second one instead, giving him an eyeful of your chest, as well as a peek of what you’re wearing as bottoms.
Were you wearing tiny shorts to match? Hell, even if you were wearing sweatpants, Toji would’ve been all over it. It’s a shame that your AC went out. It is. Will he quit smoking? No. Can he smoke at a different time of day? Yes, probably. But would he risk missing seeing you in that state again? Not at all.
For the next few days, Toji continued smoking outside on his balcony at night, curious to see if you’d come out and confront him again. You didn’t come out until the third day. Your shirt was baggy, but he could still make out the shape of your body in it. In fact, he could even see your nipples protruding in that shirt more than the tighter shirt you wore previously.
“Do you smoke at any other time of day?” You ask begrudgingly.
“I smoke whenever I’m in the mood to. Just happens to be at night. Too fuckin’ hot in the morning to go outside for a nice smoke. Don’t you sleep in any other room?”
You glared down at him, but he kept that stupid smirk on his face. He’s irritating. But he’s so hot. “I’m seeing lung cancer in your near future,” you reply, watching as he takes another long drag.
“Don’t gotta be a fortune teller to tell me that, sweetheart,” he blew out the smoke, tapping the ashes off the ledge. “Maybe try gettin’ like one of those clips to put on your nose or somethin’. I don’t know. What the hell do you want me to do?”
“Well, I did tell you I wanted you to smoke somewhere else.”
Toji laughs. Anyone else, he would’ve told them to fuck off and ignore their complaints. But he loves to piss you off. “Okay, well, I’m tellin’ you that I’m not doin’ that shit. I’m on my property. I’m allowed to smoke here if I want to.”
“Ugh, whatever. I get it,” you said, turning your head away. Even though you’re no longer looking at him, you can still feel the intensity of his stare. You move your eyes back to him without moving your head. “What?”
“What?” He mocks. “I’m just wondering why you’re still out here breathin’ all my smoke if you hate it so much.”
You roll your eyes. “The air out here is fresher than in my room.”
He licked his lips before sticking the cigarette back between. He shakes the pack in his hand. The sound was dull, indicating that it was close to being empty. “Well, I’m going to be out here until I finish the rest of these. So it’s your choice if you want to breathe in my secondhand smoke and live the cancerous life with me.”
“You’re annoying,” you breathe out and laugh a little. You push yourself away from the edge and wave him goodbye, walking back into your apartment.
This routine carried on for another week. Toji would sit outside and smoke, and you would come outside complaining about it while getting some fresh air. The more times you came outside, the more comfortable you were with telling him off. And Toji loved it. He loved watching the frustrated look on your face when he would casually tell you, “ just buy a fan! Sleep in the living room! Stay in a hotel!”
At the same time, you were getting increasingly annoyed. Not entirely because he’s still smoking, but you can tell he does it just to get under your skin. And it pisses you off. But it’s not like he’s the only one at fault. You don’t have to keep going outside to talk to him. To get “fresh air”. But there’s something about him that makes you want to go outside and yell at him. There’s something about the way he calls you “sweetheart” with such distaste from your constant complaints that makes a slight blush creep up on your face. You’re lucky it’s too dark outside for him to notice.
“Are you still having that AC problem, dear?”
You were walking out to your car this morning, and you ran into your next-door neighbor in the parking lot. She’s a super sweet woman, always loves to have casual conversations when you see her.
“Yeah! It’s horrible. It’s been months and I’ve gone to the office like every week to ask about it.”
She gasps. “That’s terrible! I wonder how you’re even able to rest in the heat!”
“You’re telling me. It’s been harder lately because of that new guy that just moved in. Hmm, I don’t know his last name. Toji? Big, rough-looking guy? He smokes on his balcony like every single night and so when I open my window to air out the heat, in comes the smoke.” You’ve complained about random things to her in the past, so you didn’t think much of it.
“Really? Have you spoken to him about it?”
“Yeah, but I didn’t have any luck with that. It’s not a big deal, though. I mean, it’s his house anyway.”
“What kind of man… That’s so rude! You’re a young, growing lady, and he’s poisoning you! And he doesn’t even care! You should complain to the office about it!”
“No, no. I’ve complained too much to them about the AC already; there’s no need to complain about a new thing, especially about a neighbor.”
“Should I– “She leans in closer to you, almost in a whisper. “Should I have my husband talk to him for you? I’m sure he can convince him somehow.”
“N-No, it’s fine,” you awkwardly laugh out, backing away from. “It’s not a big deal, I swear.”
She gave you a sympathetic smile, still obviously wanting to help. She’s just too sweet. She glanced down at her watch and realized she spent way too much time talking to you and ran off–wishing you luck with the AC and the neighbor.
The next day, you were sitting in your living room working on homework for your summer class, when there was a loud knock at the door. You froze in your spot, wondering who it could be. You didn’t have any plans for anyone to come over. The person knocked again, and you heard an exasperated sigh on the other side of the wall. You walked up to the door and looked out through the peephole. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you unlocked the door.
You’re face to face with your tall, brooding neighbor–someone whom you simply didn’t expect to see. You’re much more aware of the size difference between the two of you, having to tilt your head up to look at him. He was wearing a baggy shirt and shorts, different from his usual tight athleisure wear you normally see him wear on his balcony.
“How do you know where I live?” That was the first thing you were able to ask.
“It doesn’t take a fuckin’ scientist to figure it out. You’re one above me, one across.”
You break eye contact, a little embarrassed. “Oh right. Well, why are you- “
“The fuck you doin’ goin’ round, talkin’ shit about me to the neighbors for? Huh?”
You look up at him again, bewildered. “Talking shit? No, I haven’t– “your voice trails off until you remember your brief conversation yesterday morning. “Oh, you mean that? That wasn’t talking shit. How do you even know about that, anyway? Why do you even care? You don’t seem like the type to want to get along with your neighbors.”
Toji grumbled, stepping forward, your body subconsciously stepping aside to let him in. He shuts the door with his hand, staring down at you. He doesn’t look angry at all, but he does look tired and irritable.
“I don’t give a fuck about what people think about me. But tell me why some guy was bangin’ at my door at 7 in the morning, waking me up, telling me off and shit because of what I do in my own home?”
You shut your eyes, mentally cursing your neighbor for taking matters into her own hands after telling her it was fine. “I’m sorry , I just complained about it! I told you, it’s irritating! But I told her it was fine and not to worry about it. I didn’t think she was going to do anything about it!”
Toji kicks off his shoes and collapses on your couch, making himself at home. “Well, her damn husband interrupted my sleep, and I ended up sleeping in on the day I’m supposed to take my kid to school.” He rubs his hand over his face and sighs.
You were surprised to hear that he has a kid. Is that why he doesn’t want to smoke inside his house? Because of his kid? Does he live with their mother? Does she know that Toji’s upstairs, crashing onto a college girl’s couch? But you were also feeling bad that he wasn’t able to fulfill his fatherly duties. Yes, you don’t think this was your fault at all. Yes, Toji’s annoying as hell and you’re mad that he just walked into your apartment as if he owns it. But even you can see how bothered he is about it.
“I’m sorry,” is all you can say, forgetting that he should be the one to apologize for intruding on your home. “Is um–is your w-wife upset with you?”
Toji’s hand comes down his face, and he lets out a small laugh. “Yeah. Ex -wife though, so I don’t care what she thinks. I’m just worried she’d talk shit about me to my kid. The bitch loves to embellish and exaggerate. I just don’t want lil’ Megumi gettin’ upset,” he suddenly sits up. “God, I don’t even know why I’m telling you all this.”
“Oh it’s fine um, I don’t mind,” you take a seat on the leg of the couch, not wanting to move Toji’s legs aside despite this being your house. “Is there anything I can do to better the situation? I can talk to her and explain what happened or something.”
“Nah, nah. She’d probably get the wrong impression and fuckin’ kill you if you tried. Tch. Whatever,” he throws his head back on the couch, staring up at your ceiling and pulling on his shirt to fan himself a little. “Fuck, you weren’t lying when you said your AC was broken. You ain’t gonna crack a window open?”
You roll your eyes. You normally leave your window closed while you do your homework in the mornings because there’s usually a point where it gets lively outside. All the neighbors coming out to talk, distant sounds of traffic, the birds chirping. Not like the noise bothers you, but it’s a distraction when you’re doing homework. “You can’t just go back to your own apartment?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll leave in a minute.”
Deciding against arguing, you walk over to the other side of the room to open one of the windows, your leg brushing his on the way there. The small touch caught Toji’s attention, as his head lifts up to look at you from behind. Fuck, Toji thought. He was so distracted about coming here to air out his problems that he nearly forgot how insanely attractive you were. How could he have not noticed those little flimsy shorts on you? something he’s been fantasizing about since the first time he’s laid eyes on you?
Toji continued to watch you as you opened the blinds. He nearly groaned as he watched you struggle to unlock the latch, your ass jiggling with every forced movement. What kind of guest would he be if he didn’t offer to help?
Walking up behind you, Toji’s hands snake over yours as he unlocks the lock, pulling the window up a little, just enough to let the outside air in. Your hands freeze, your fingertips sitting on the window sill as you felt Toji’s big presence behind you. You didn’t dare to turn around.
“If you could’ve done it, you should’ve done it yourself,” you mumble, tapping your fingers.
“It’s not polite to open other people’s windows without permission,” he replies in a low volume, hypocritical as he waltzed into your home without permission. “Besides, you looked like you needed help.”
Toji’s hips moved forward, barely ghosting your body as he’s desperate to feel your body against his, but not wanting to touch you just yet. He grins down at you, knowing you’re too nervous to face him. “What’s the matter? You see something interesting outside?”
You’re confused why he asked when you realize you still haven’t moved from your position in front of the window. You remove your fingers and turn around. Your head shot up to look at him in the eyes, then immediately breaking eye contact. “Why are you so close?” You say, more as a statement than a question. Not like you wanted to know why, but you were trying to ignore the tension that’s clearly rising.
“Had to get close to reach the window, sweetheart,” Toji smirks down at you. He loves seeing all the attitude in you disappear when he makes you nervous. “You know, you’re even prettier up close.”
The tension between you rises even more, giving you more confidence around him. You finally look back up at him, into his eyes. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Real fuckin’ pretty. You know what? I might have an idea of something you can do to better the situation.” He drops his face closer to your ear. “Let me see how pretty you look on your knees.”
Without a second thought, you drop down to your knees in front of him, your eyes trailing down from his, onto the bulge in front of you. Even just at a glance, you knew you wouldn’t be able to fit him so easily. Your hands rested in front of you, balancing on the front of your knees as you waited for him to say something.
“Fuck, just as I thought. You’re even prettier down there,” he whispers, his voice becoming huskier. “And so, so obedient.”
You glare at him, wanting to say something snarky. But you hold your tongue back, knowing that he’s completely right. You are being obedient. What is it about him that makes you want to submit to him? His hand palms the bulge, and you can’t help but widen your eyes and part your lips as you watch it continue to harden and grow. You thought he was already at his max before, but now? You’re sure you won’t be able to take it. Toji chuckles and you look back up at him.
“I love it when you look mean. But your reactions always give yourself away,” he says, dipping his hand into his shorts and pulling his cock out. You’re too shocked to even respond with a comeback, once again.
He’s huge.
“C’mon sweetheart, lemme see how pretty you are with my cock in your mouth.”
He taps the tip against your lips and you oblige, parting them wider and letting him slide slowly slide himself in. It almost feels as if your jaw locks with how wide you have to open it, trying hard to even fit the girth in your mouth. He groans lowly, addicted to the way your eyes slowly begin to furrow the more you take in your mouth. You suction your cheeks, wanting to give him pleasure as you slowly take him in, getting used to the width and length. Your eyes begin to water when you feel the tip poke the back of your throat.
“Oooh, c’mon. Just a little more, you can take it,” he eggs you on, his hand finding the back of your head and edging you closer to him. “Thaaat’s it, fuck, take all of it.”
Once you feel comfortable enough, you start to lick the underside of his dick, beginning to bob your head back and forth. Spit dribbles from your bottom lip, dripping down onto your hands that were still planted on the floor. You gather the spit in your hand and bring them up to his balls. He moans, pushing his shorts further down so you’re able to play with them. You massage them, getting your saliva all over them with your hands. You pull off and bring your hand back up to his cock, jerking him off as you dip your head beneath him, taking half the sack in your mouth.
Toji grips your hair. “Fuck, bet you’ve been thinking about having my balls in your mouth all this time, huh?” You nod, switching to the other side and sucking that one in as well, giving the same treatment as you did the first. “Don’t worry, I thought about it too. Thought about my balls in you, my fingers in you, my cock in you, my cum in you. Fuck you’re doing so good.”
After another minute, you move back up and take his length again, sucking and licking once again. Toji’s hips twitch forward, your throat gagging on contact. He chews the inside of his cheek and does it again, getting you to gag around him again. You relax your jaw and sit still, already knowing what he’s trying to do. He smirks at your submission and slowly starts to rut his hips, getting your throat used to the jabs before he puts both of his hands behind your head. You hold on to his thighs as he starts to fuck your throat, your little noises making Toji moan louder, uncaring that the window was cracked open.
“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” Toji says, fucking your face like a fleshlight. “You want my cum? Fuck yeah, you do. God, I’m cumming,” he suddenly pushes himself all the way, holding your head against his pubic hair as he groans your name out loud, his cum painting your throat white. You cough around him, cum and spit dripping from the sides of your mouth as he continues to restrict your oxygen.
He looks down at you, wiping your tears from your cheeks, moving his thumbs down to where the cum is seeping out of your mouth. He pushes against it, watching more cum spill out of you and onto your lap. He finally pulls out. A string of off-white saliva strings from the tip connecting to your lips. He moans as it breaks, rubbing his hand over his cock as it begins to harden again. You cough and clear your throat, taking your hand up to wipe your face, when Toji grabs your wrist.
“Don’t. I like it messy,” he says, pulling you from your wrist and standing you up. “So messy,” he whispers, eyeing down the cum and spit that’s stained your shirt. “You should take that off.”
“Take it off for me,” you whisper up to him.
Toji’s hands grab around your waist, running them up as his hands slip under your shirt. He grunts as he feels your breasts, thumbing around your nipples for a second before pushing his hands up further, your shirt lifting with them. You lift your arms as your shirt comes up, feeling the sleeves ride up your arms while the torso covers your face. You’re surprised when he stops. You think he wants you to finish the job so you bend your arms to grab the edge, until he runs his hands up to your forearms, holding them taut.
You suddenly feel his hot breath against your chest. “Stay like that for me for a minute, ‘kay?” He says before flicking his tongue out and licking your nipple. “I’ve been wanting to suck on these for so long.”
His lips wrap around your nipple as he sucks on the bud, bitting and flicking his tongue. He switches to holding your arms with one hand, bringing the other one down to palm at the untouched breast. His hand travels down between your legs, not wasting time when he pulls your flimsy shorts and panties to the side, running a finger down your slit. You should be disgusted by the way your face is sticking to the shirt, thanks to the cum and spit he had you leave on. But you can’t think about that right now. Not while his fingers are slipping inside of you.
“This slutty pussy’s so wet. My fingers slip inside you so easily, baby,” he moans. You feel his forehead rest against your boobs as he pumps his fingers in and out. His hair feels wet with sweat against you, partially from the head he just received and from the heat of your apartment. But for some reason, that just makes him that much hotter.
You moan into the shirt, feeling your legs wobble with the speed he’s going at. “Fuck, Toji. It’s too much!”
“Huh? What was that? I can’t hear you over this loud, wet fucking pussy,” he laughs, adding another finger. Your body rests against the window as you try to hold yourself up, feeling yourself clench around him. “You close, sweetheart? That was fast. I expected girls your age to last longer with all frat boys you must be fuckin’. I haven’t even stuck my cock in you yet and you’re already babbling like a slut. None of those losers at school ever made you feel this good?”
Your pussy clenches around him harder, feeling yourself come closer from his words.
“Answer me. You love my fingers, huh? Grinding against them like a fucking whore.”
“Yes, fuck, Toji! No one’s made me feel this good before! Fuck I’m gonna cum,” you say, feeling yourself come undone almost immediately after.
His fingers slow down and Toji’s forehead leaves your body as you hear a thud on the floor. He’s on his knees, and you feel the familiar warmth of his breath between your legs. “Fuck, you smell so fucking good. I can smell you from up there. I need to taste you.”
He takes his fingers out, using a thumb to pull apart your shorts and panties easier as he dives his face in between, flattening his tongue and licking a stripe up your slit. You shudder, your body was still sensitive. But he doesn’t care. He pushes his tongue in and out, licking everywhere around you and inside you. His lips move up to your clit, giving them one long suck. You squeal above him, the sensitivity overstimulating you. You feel him laugh against you as he pulls away. He stands up, pulling the shirt off of you completely and crashing his lips into yours.
His mouth was wet, covered with your juices, mixing around with the leftover cum that was still around your lips after most of the shirt wiped it away. He places a hand on your head, and the other on the side of your neck, deepening the kiss as if this was more than just a random hookup. You feel his cock twitch against your stomach as he pushes himself into you completely, wanting to feel your body against his as his tongue plays with yours. Toji pulls away, a line connecting your mouths snaps as he silently turns you around, pushing your upper body against the window and pulling out your lower.
That’s when it suddenly hits you. That you two have been doing this in front of your window this entire time. Despite the window being open just a crack, you know it’s still enough for people to hear you.
“You on birth control? I don’t like condoms,” Toji says behind you, uncaring about what you’re freaking out above.
“Wait, Toji! The window– “
“Baby, we’ve been next to the window the entire time. Not my fault you were too horny to notice,” he laughs, sliding your shorts and panties down. “Tell me now. Birth control or what?”
“Yeah I am, but Toji– “you’re interrupted with a gasp as Toji pushes his cock in you the moment he heard you say yes.
“But Tojiii,” He mocks as he pulls himself out, pushing himself deep inside you again. “What’s wrong? You don’t want to give our neighbors a little show?” You involuntarily clench around him at his words, trying to hold in your moan. “Your pussy’s tellin’ me somethin’ else, sweetheart. I bet you want your neighbors to see you like this, don’t you?”
Toji doesn’t wait for a response as he starts to thrust into you, making you forget the question. You push your hands against the sides of the window so your face doesn’t hit the glass.
“Oh fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me. Squeezing the fuck outta my fat cock. Oh, your pussy loves me. I can feel you sucking me back in every time,” Toji moans, throwing his head back as he snaps his hips harder. You bite your lip, trying to keep your moaning to a minimum, not wanting anyone outside to hear.
“What’s wrong? You’re quiet all of a sudden,” Toji says. He takes your hair in his hand and pulls you back, rolling his hips into you. “Let me hear that slutty moan of yours again, baby. I love hearing you call my name.”
His words alone make you moan, your hips pushing back against him, wanting him deeper.
“There ya go, you sound so pretty,” he says, softening his grip on your hair and pushing your back down again. He continues to rut his hips into you, moaning down at the sight. He removes his shirt, tired of having to hold it up in his mouth. A smirk runs across his lips as an idea pops up in his head. Not so much an idea, but more like a memory of something he’s thought about ever since he met you. He’s suddenly glad he didn’t take his shorts off all the way, a hand creeping into the pocket of them. “So fucking pretty. Wanna know what I imagine doing every time you come outside bitchin’ at me about my cigarettes?”
You’re sure he’d continue talking, but you don’t hear anything from over your shoulder, his movements not ceasing once. You suddenly hear the flick of a lighter behind you. Looking over your shoulder, Toji’s suddenly shirtless, lighting a cigarette. He tosses the lighter across the room and lets out a huff of smoke.
You want to say something. You want to scold him for smoking in your home. But for some reason, you can’t. All you can think about is how hot he looks, fucking into you with a cigarette hanging from his lips. You turn back around, head down as you feign ignorance to his smoking, too into the sex to complain.
Toji notices this and laughs. “Ain’t that somethin’? You’re so drunk off my cock that you can’t even utter a word about my smoking anymore? Oh, you nasty slut, I should’ve just fucked you from the start to stop you from bitchin’ at me every night.”
His pace moves faster as he takes another drag. He takes the cigarette from his mouth and leans forward, pushing into you deeper as he taps the ashes out your window. Although he’s making fun of you, Toji’s in heaven right now. A cigarette between his lips and a warm pussy around his cock? Nothing can get better than that. Toji’s cigarette hand holds onto your shoulder as he pounds into you harder. The smell of the cigarette next to you surprises you, moving your head to the side to avoid it. But oh, that wasn’t done by accident. Toji was doing it on purpose.
“The smell botherin’ you, baby? Why don’t you stick your head out the window a bit? Get some air?” He said deviously, pushing inside you all the way and wiggling his hips back and forth, letting his dick rub against your walls in every direction.
You know he’s doing it on purpose. Just from the way he said it. You shouldn’t follow his direction. But why are you suddenly pushing the window up more? Just enough for your head to fit out?
Toji moans at how compliant you are, thrusting his hips again against you, hoping you're making faces out to the public. He takes another drag, blowing out the air and looking out the window. “Oh, look over there! Is that the lady you snitched on me to?”
Your eyes, which were fluttery the entire time, suddenly open and you look out the window. You see the same old, innocent neighbor you talked to yesterday about how annoyed you were with Toji. It was about the usual time she would head to work.
“Let’s get her attention,” Toji says, putting the cigarette back between his lips.
Before you can reply, both of Toji’s hands are back on your hips and he slams into you harder than before, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. You moan out loud by shock, shutting your mouth immediately, trying not to be seen by the woman. But unfortunately, that got her attention.
"Oh, hi there!" Toji hears her shout from outside. He laughs loudly, continuing his brutal pace on you. You try to hold yourself still, not wanting to give too much. From down there, all she can see from your window is your head. The glare of the sun plus Toji’s cigarette smoke censors everything else in the scene, thankfully for you.
“Hi!” You reply, too giddy than usual.
“Hope you’re doing okay! My husband spoke to that bad, bad neighbor of yours this morning!”
“O-Oh, did he?” You reply, knowing that the neighbor is behind you, plowing you as the two of you speak.
Toji laughs again, leaning down to speak to you, distracting you from your conversation with the woman outside. “That bad, bad neighbor fillin’ you up real good though, huh? God, you feel so damn good. Fuck, makes me want to cum inside and make you my little breeding bitch.”
Your eyebrows furrow, holding in your moan as your neighbor continues talking down there. You’re praying she leaves soon, but you know how much she loved to talk. You thought she’d keep it short since she has to shout up at you, but seems that she doesn’t care.
Toji’s arms wrap around your stomach as he humps into you, his thrusts becoming irregular. His fingers reach between your legs, rubbing at your clit. “You want that? Want to become my breeding bitch? Ooh, fuck. I wouldn’t mind giving you one of my kids. Give my son a sibling, yeah? You want that, baby?” He continues. His dirty talk is working on himself more than it is on you, making him crave filling you up with his cum.
“Don’t you have to get to work?” You interrupt, not able to handle continuing this conversation.
“Oh my, you’re right! We’ll talk later sweetie!” She says, running off. You shut the window immediately, groaning loudly and backing your hips into him.
“I fucking hate you,” you whisper, gripping onto the window sill.
“Your pussy sure doesn’t hate me,” Toji says. “Beg for it. Beg me to fill you up like a little whore.”
“Fuck, cum inside me Toji! Shit, I want your cum so bad, fill me up! Let me have your kids!” You scream, your pussy clenching around him.
“Oh, fuck yeah, you nasty slut. I’m going to fucking cum,” Toji groans as you tighten around him. “Fuck, take it all baby. Fuck, give me a fucking kid. Fuck.”
As soon as you cum around him, you feel something warm and thick spurt inside you. Toji continues to rut his hips, making sure your pussy milks him completely. He takes the cigarette and puts it out completely on the window sill, moaning out your name slowly as his hips falter to a stop, letting himself empty completely inside of you.
Toji pulls out, and you collapse to the floor, your legs giving out from having to stand up against the window the entire time. Toji squats down with you, sitting you up in front of him. “You okay?”
You nod as he wraps his arms around you, picking you up off the floor. You’re too tired to speak, so you let him. He walks around until he finds your bathroom, wanting to clean the two of you up.
“You know, I’m serious about wanting to make you mine,” he says, grabbing a towel from your cabinet.
“Hm?” You reply from the floor, your head resting against the bathroom cabinet. “When'd you say that?”
Toji thought back at his words and chuckles. “Okay, I called you my breeding bitch. But that was just in the moment. I didn’t mean it like that.”
He squats down, wiping the wet cloth against your face. “What I mean is, I want you to take you out to dinner one of these nights. What do you say?”