jaybirdsdump

[jaybirdsdump]

“keep reading, don’t let me distract you.” ☆

tutor!nanami had figured, through weeks of trial and error, that your only genuine motivation when it comes to studying is sex.

he’s not a prude, much to some peoples disagreement. and you’re paying him well to prep you for your exams, so what’s so wrong with motivating you to study? he thanks the heavens that you've got a large enough desk to accommodate him sitting beneath it, face sandwiched by your thighs.

the words on the page in front of you are blurred though—you keep blinking the gaze of lust away to no avail because kento’s tongue pushing inside of you is relentless and prompting tears of need to gloss your vision.

you read your study material out loud to him, a tactic he taught you to help memorisation. but your words stumble over themselves as your tutor pushes two long fingers inside of you and starts curling them (it helps that he’s tutored human anatomy too). the second you stop and part your lips to let a sweet moan fall free, though, his ministrations stop as well.

“did i tell you to stop reading?”

“but—”

“you’ll never pass these exams if you don’t learn how to follow instructions.” he chides. “i’m starting to wonder if this really is enough motivation.”

“it is. you’re just so—”

“tell you what,” his glasses fall down his nose a little. “if you score more than a ninety on this exam, i’ll fuck you properly. that a deal?”

[jaybirdsdump]

• door to door service •

toji as your new neighbour seemed innocent enough at first … but the innocence of a new friendship could only go so far

•• masterlist

•• toji x fem!reader

•• explicit

•• masturbation (m receiving), voyeurism

a new car outside your driveway was the first thing to catch your eye that morning. black pickup truck, tinted windows, not the usual type of car for the neighbourhood.

cup of tea in hand, you stepped onto the porch, peering out onto the street as you watched the door opposite swing open, a man stepping out into the sunlight.

he walked across the road, reaching into the open trunk and pulling more boxes out with ease, hoisting them onto his shoulder. you caught his eye, protected under the shade of your porch, tartan pants and an oversized shirt adorning your body, cup of tea in hand.

“hey”, he waved over to you, you responded with a smile and a wave of your own. “sorry for parking outside your house, there was nowhere else to park on the street”.

“it’s no problem”, you responded, leaning against the railing of your porch. “you can keep it parked there as long as you like”.

he smiled, a goofy smile where only one side of his mouth really lifted, accentuating the scar across his lip. “i’m Toji, by the way. nice to meet you”. the beginning of a friendship, you thought to yourself.

•

you didn’t see much of him over the next couple of weeks. his car was always gone before you woke up in the morning, but always back in the same spot when you returned from your own job in the evening.

you didn’t know much about him either. no wedding band, no kids, no late night callers. he just seemed like your average loner.

night fell and you were laid on the sofa, mindlessly watching the screen change pictures as the movie you were watching melted into the background. a figure caught your eye and you craned your neck up to look out of your window. toji opened his curtains, only his grey sweatpants adorning his body, quite loosely, you thought to yourself, not leaving much up to the imagination.

the movie was the last thing on your mind as you continued to watch. the street was quite narrow, a one way road that couldn’t fit two cars parallel to each other without side mirrors scraping each other. so it wasn’t hard to see through to the house opposite without squinting. you felt a little bit like a perv, wondering if you should look away, but if it was innocent curiosity, you saw no harm.

he slouched in a large armchair, rolling his neck back with a grimace on his face. stress, you thought. you felt like you could hear the cracks in his fingers through your open window as he popped his digits, his shoulders, his neck.

your eyes drifted back to the television, your brain not even comprehending the plot at this point as you fought not to look back through your neighbour’s window.

but you did. and you couldn’t look away.

now this was a quiet, quiet neighbourhood. the end of a cul-de-sac where nobody really left their houses after dark, especially this late into the night on a weekday. and you were so, so grateful.

his sweatpants, now pushed down his thighs, revealed a godly sight you never thought you’d be privy to witness.

his hand wrapped around his dick with such ease, fisting harshly towards his pleasure. you saw his mouth slightly agape, head rolled back as he fucked himself in his hand. you saw his lips moving, but even on this silent street with both yours and his windows open, you couldn’t make out what he was murmuring to himself.

you should look away.

but you couldn’t.

you felt a warmth between your legs that ached the longer you watched.

you watched his hips buck slightly off the chair, you saw the look on his face, the slight grin as he reached his climax.

you clenched your thighs together, not even realising how flushed this was making you. sure you’d had flirty conversation and a few glances since he moved in. you noticed him watching you walk away, staring a little too long at your ass. once you saw him in his bedroom, undressing himself to go shower, and he’d caught your eye, smirking as you dipped out of view.

you heard a groan as your eyes came back to focus. you heard him as he came all over his hand, his stomach, fisting the last few dregs from his cock as his muscles relaxed back into the chair.

your fingers desperately wanted to find your pussy as his groans were all that filled your ears, but you stopped yourself as you met eyes with the same man you were just spying on.

there was a certain danger in his eye, with a glint of mischief. he knew you saw the whole thing. he wanted you to. he did this on purpose.

you couldn’t look away from his eyes, not even as he stood, taking his sweet time in pulling his sweatpants up to cover himself. you saw the glistening release on his stomach and his hand, but your eyes drifted back up to his face.

he winked, smirking right at you, a sense of proudness painting his features.

this was certainly not a friendly relationship the two of you shared. not after today.

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