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You recently moved into a new apartment and were on your balcony smoking a cigarette and enjoying the new view of your new place. Thinking about nothing in particular when a deep husky voice startles you.
“Hello, neighbor”
You look to your side to be surprised by a large figured man, with messy dark hair and deep gray eyes, smoking a cigarette like you, he smirks when he notices you were startled and nods his head as if apologizing.
You take a puff of your cigarette and smile back at him, nodding in return.
“Greetings, neighbor”
You step closer to his balcony and offer your hand to him who doesn’t waste time and shakes it softly but doesn’t let go, instead, he draws small circles in the back of it while looking deeply into your eyes
“Yami Sukehiro”
You smile and don’t take your hand back, curious to see how far this interaction will go, you say your name to him holding your gaze, almost getting lost in those gray eyes, you take another puff
“Glad to make your acquaintance”
You say before blowing the smoke into his direction
“Glad to make yours as well, neighbor."
He speaks in a flirty tone and lets go of your hand, but never breaks eye contact with you and smiles softly. He has a dangerous smile and you wonder what kind of man is this neighbor of yours. You are new to the place so you’re not sure if he’s taken or if he’s the biggest manwhore in the region, or even both, all you know is that you’re thinking he’s incredibly hot and great to be looking at. But, since it’s better to be safe than sorry, you decided to ask
“Is there a Miss Sukehiro, may I ask?”
You can see that his eyes widened a little and he smiles to try to hide his surprise. He takes a long drag of his cigarette and licks his lips looking into yours “Ooh this man is dangerous” you think to yourself “He’s gonna make a mess of me and imma love it”
“So you want to know if I’m single, miss?”
“I do”
You answer bluntly and without blinking, you don’t have time for that. Chasing a committed man is the last thing you want and your cigarette is about to end so you won’t have any reason to carry on with this conversation
He smiles deviously and looks at your lips again, you feel as if you were his prey, ready to be devoured by him, he seems lost in his thought and you clear your throat to signalize you’re still waiting for his answer, so he looks back at you and speaks in a sultry voice
“You’re so direct, ain’t ya?”
This makes you annoyed and you roll your eyes, taking the last drag of your cigarette and stepping on the butt while looking at him
“It’s easier like that, don’t you think, Yami?”
You turn your back to him and get ready to get back into your place, you don’t have time for this kind of game but before entering you look at him for one last time and say drily
“ You could have simply said that you were not interested”
You snap your door shut and go back to unpacking your last belongings that are still boxed.
“So sassy,” Yami thinks to himself as you walk away, “seems like I found a new plaything” he muses to himself with a smirk, he then finishes his cigarette throwing it on the ground as well, he couldn't deny that he felt a rush of excitement at the thought of seeing you again, your attitude and confidence were rather sexy to him. He chuckled once again, and stepped inside his place, thinking about a new opportunity to talk to you again.
A few hours later you decide to take a shower and put something more comfortable on, you fix your hair in a loose bun and wear short shorts and a long t-shirt that feels like a dress, and step outside on the balcony to have a smoke. You light up your cigarette and take a long and relaxing puff, with your back to your annoying(ly hot) neighbor’s apartment, you put your head back and close your eyes, sighing deeply your exhaustion of the day but feeling washed off as the nicotine kicks in. You think how nice would be to go to a bar have a glass of wine and check the people around and start wondering if you should put on some clothes and hit the town, after all, it’s Friday and you don’t need to worry about anything tomorrow.
Once again you’re startled by that deep voice, this time right behind your left ear
“You know smoking is bad for you, don’t you?” He calls you by your name and when you turn around to him he is lighting his cigarette and taking a long puff that he blows right into your face “You shouldn't be doing it” He winks and you can swear your panties are about to fall as he does so, your heart starts pounding and you need to take a step back because you swear he’ll be able to listen to it. He leans on the railing and smiles playfully at you, crossing his buffed arms that you start craving to touch and feel under that ridiculous white wife beater he’s wearing.
“And you know it’s very rude to take care of someone else’s business, don'tcha?”
You bite back, not wanting him to perceive how eager you are to keep interacting with him, but unconsciously biting your lip as you look at his figure practically towering over you from his balcony. How come he can have such a presence from a short distance??
His eyes widen as you blow the smoke on his face and he chuckles softly
“Touché, pretty neighbor”
He says staring back at you, with a smirk, his eyes go into your lips and you try not to be self-conscious once you realize he’s eyeing your body. You try to keep your confidence high as it always is and take another puff of your cigarette, still looking at him but holding your silence.
“I guess it makes me a hypocrite, doesn’t it?”
He seems to have realized that you are not so happy after your last interaction and looks at you almost apologetically, but there’s another glow in his eyes that you can’t quite put your finger on.
“I guess it does”
You say with a chuckle, then decide to tease him a little since it’s been a while since you’ve toyed with a man like this. You let your hair down from the bun, giving it a little shake and in the process making your shirt go up, revealing your indecently short shorts and your toned legs. You wouldn’t be busting your ass at the gym not to show your great body around, right? As you do it, you feel delighted to see his eyes running every inch of your body and he, maybe without realizing it, bites his lower lip and raises one eyebrow, thinking about the things he could do to you.
“I guess I have to make it up to you, I hate seeming like something I’m not, you see”
He calls you by your name again and you take a long drag of your cigarette looking back at him, checking him out once more and craving to feel that messy hair of his between your legs, thinking about how sweet your name sounds when rolling out of his tongue
“And how do you think you can do it, Yami?”
You try saying his name as well and can already picture you screaming it between the walls of your room. You finish your cigarette and cross your arms, making your nipple piercings pop under your t-shirt and feel so turned on when you notice he noticed them, but you don’t say anything else, waiting for his next action, you won’t make the first move, no sir.
“Would you fancy a glass of wine? Think of it as an apology and also a welcome gift since you’re just moving in”
He stares at you undressing you with his eyes and you suddenly feel naked, he wears an inoffensive smile on his lips but his eyes glow as if you were the most delicious piece of meat in front of a starved lion.
Since you were already considering having a few drinks tonight, it’s nothing out of your original plan of having a glass of wine close to a fine man, the bonus is that you don’t need to dress up since it’s on the apartment right next to yours, you decide to take up on his offer
“Sure, do you need me to bring anything?”
“Just your pretty self, I’m inviting, after all”
“See you in a minute, then”
You say with a smirk and throw the cigarette butt away, sliding back inside to check yourself once more before leaving your apartment. You caress your nipples to make them harden and thank heavens you’re wearing a cute pair of panties and being all shaved just the way you like to present yourself, your intuition never fails on you. Smiling and giving your hair a little shake, you wink at yourself in the mirror and head to the house next to yours and to your surprise, the large man already has the door open and is waiting for you with a dangerous smile on his lips.
You take a moment to take in his image, his brown sweatpants revealing that even resting he’s packing something interesting and his bulked arms and back. You return his smile and thank him softly as you pass by him entering his apartment.
“I do need to apologize, though”
He says calling you by your name as he closes the door. You admire the decoration of his room, all in dark shades and there’s a strange figure of a black bull on top of his fireplace. Maybe he hunts? Could he take down a bull? You really hope it was a gift from someone and that he doesn’t take part in this kind of activity
“I’m sorry?” you mumble “For?”
“It seems I’m out of wine tonight”
You look back at him and see a grim forming on his lips. Ohh so that’s the game he’s playing, two can play it, you think to yourself. Then decide to play the coy to see what will be his reaction. You pout and pick a strand of your hair, playing with it, then you blink your eyes at him
“Awwwnnn, I was really looking forward to a glass of wine”
He looks at you pouting and feels a rush of blood going to his cock, imagining your lips around it. He walks to his couch and sits crossing his leg to try to hide his bulge growing, then he taps on his side inviting you to sit by his side.
“‘I’m sorry, lovely, I just really wanted to take a chance to get to know you, can you blame me?” He winks softly “I can offer you something else, is there any chance you like rum?”
You try to hide your joy since rum is your favorite drink and keep your innocent act, then you stride to him and sit by his side, not too close but not too far either, then you cross your leg so your shirt can ride a little higher, innocently, of course. Once you’re seated you look back at him and catch him glancing at your legs just like you wanted him to. The ball is on your side and you’re playing with it just like the kitten you’re pretending to be. You bite your lip and look at him playing coy
“I actually do like it”
“A woman with a good taste, I see”
He muses to himself as he stands up to pour you a glass of the distilled drink. You take the opportunity to admire his well-toned back and how his messy hair actually compliments his figure. He is huge and you can’t wait to feel small under him. You manage to look away just before he turns back with two glasses in his hands. He sets one in front of you and the other in front of his seat, seating afterward and spreading his arms.
“I really like what you did to the place here, Yami, this bull of yours is so different but seems it fits you” you say with a chuckle, taking a sip of your rum “May I ask how you got it?” you look back at him giving him a curious smile
“This piece of junk? It was a joke from my college friends, we used to joke comparing ourselves to animals, so one of them was a lion, other was a mantis, other an eagle, and so on, the only animal I thought would fit me would be the bull.” both of you chuckle and he continues “Once the first of our group got his place, we got him this ugly ass stuffed eagle that was huge, and that nasty rich boy returned the favor when I bought this place”
He smiles and lights a cigarette and you do the same, pretending to be attention to his story but actually just eyeing his body and how his Addam apple bobs up and down as he speaks. You keep sipping your drink and cross your legs once lewd thoughts invade your mind.
Yami catches your glances at him and smiles, sliding closer to you and calling your name while looking at your lips and your slightly pink face, reddened by the drink
“What animal would you be in this game?”
You chuckle innocently, then raises one eyebrow at him and slide your finger on the edge of the glass and chuckling softly while shaking your head. What he doesn’t know is that you have a huge panther tattooed on your back. You plan to keep this a secret, at least for now
“Guess I’d be a kind of cat, not sure which though”
He hums and smiles, picturing you in all four crawling to him and pretending to be distracted with his drink and you notice his intense eyes glowing in amusement. His mind goes to all the sounds he wants to make you make and he decides to improve the game a little
“A cat, huh?”
You just hum in agreement and can’t help but stare at his large hands playing with his glass.
“You know, you’ve never answered my question from earlier”
If you’re going to make a move on him like the heat between your legs is begging you to you need to make sure to have no problem with any other chick claiming him as her own, not that you want to claim his as yours though, you simply want something easy and simple and he seems to be exactly what you need
“What question would that be again?”
He blinks at you feigning not to understand what you’re talking about. You roll your eyes and huff, taking another drag of your cigarette and putting it in the ashtray, then you finish your drink and cross your arms pouting and looking at him
“So sassy and impatient, aren’t we?” He chuckles and gets closer to you and you suddenly feel cornered “Yes” he calls you by your name “I am single because I haven’t found a woman with the qualities that I’m looking for”
“a-a-a-and what would these qualities be?” You answer slurring a little feeling slightly tipsy and horny for the man towering over you on the couch. You bite your lip and look at his lips, feeling your heart beating faster.
“A woman who can be my little playing so I can manhandle her to my wishes, who is obedient and respect her man” He closes the distance between you “A woman that loves being dominated and praised by her man” His lips ghost over yours “A woman that allows me to pamper and spoil her after fucking her dumb on my couch just to take her to bed afterward and fuck her smart again on my bed. A woman that is so intelligent that knows that I am all but her servant and will allow me to take care of her the way she deserves”
You leave a soft moan at his words, wanting to be that woman, anticipating all the ridiculously mindblowing sex this man is promising you, all the aftercare that you love so much. You work so hard and would love to come back home to a man ordering you around and at the same time providing any and everything your heart desires. Obviously, this doesn’t match your feminist ideals, but a girl can dream, can’t she?
Leaning back just to take in his beautiful and manly features, bracing yourself for what is coming you simply nod in understanding, eyes on his parted lips and feeling the arousal pooling between your legs
He finally closes the distance between you two and seals your lips with his, licking softly your lower lip asking to invade you and you gladly do so, moaning his name and feeling your body melting under him on his couch
“Think you can do that, kitten?”
He asks looking at your doe eyes. God, he barely kissed you and you are having trouble forming sentences properly, you feel intoxicated by his musky scent and all the rum you’ve been sipping
“I can” you purr softly and reach behind his neck to devour him with a kiss, opening your mouth for him to explore with his tongue as your other hand roams on his back.
“We’ll see about that, kitten”