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Moving in and getting a new roommate is supposed to be a really exciting endeavor. The roomie you had last year was amazing- Kazuha -a second year who was more than happy to help around the house. He’d been kind, patient, emotionally there for you, and an overall great friend. Unfortunately, a friend of his named Gorou had called dips on rooming with him. You laughed it off, no biggie, you were excited to hopefully have another Kazuha on your hands.
But no, no no- that would be too easy. Too good.
Here stands perhaps the edgiest man-thing you’ve ever had to lay eyes on. He seemed to be constantly moody, his neutral expression being one that looks like you’ve just offended his entire family tree.
He glares at you and sighs, “So you’re my roommate huh? Avoid me and I’ll avoid you. Don’t bother trying to get all friendly.”
Oh, it was on.
You returned with the fakest friendliness you could muster up, smiling brightly, “Aw, no need to be so cold! I’m (name), and you are?”
“Doesn’t matter, don’t care,” He rolled his eyes and got up to leave, heading for his room. That is until you took his wrist with an iron grip.”Huh-”
“What’s your name.” You said, words oozing with bitterness. So what if he was no Kazuha? You weren’t going to have a total asshole for a roommate.
He blinked at you before snatching his wrist away, scoffing, “Kunikuzushi. Leave me alone now.”
He stormed off to his room, presumably to continue unpacking. You headed out to yours to do the same. You minded your business, setting your room up with a newfound excitement. Brushing his attitude off, you stared at one box you had with no label, only black duck tape different from your others. The exciting box. Your favorite one.
You saved it for last, making sure the rest of your room was set up to your liking. Little trinkets here and there, posters, tapestries, your linens all done. You had set your clothes in bags in the closet for the time being, and were just about to get to them when you heard something crash followed by your roommate’s cursing.
You opened your door, calling out, “All good?”
There was silence before you heard the most dramatic sigh humanly possible, “I’m fine. ”
You stared blankly into the hall and close your door again, not wanting to bother with it anymore. You get most of your clothes up on hangers and into a drawer you had slid into your closet when you hear another dramatic sigh.
“Oh for fucks sake,” You groan to yourself.
You exit your room and knock on his, “Do you need help or something? I hear you sighing from my room.”
“Congratulations, you have ears,” he replies bitterly.
“I’m coming in, better be dressed,” you sigh, opening the door.
It’s a complete mess, and from the look on his face, he wasn’t expecting it to be. One of his bags had busted open, getting a bunch of books on the floor. You raise an eyebrow and look at him, “You put books in a bag? ”
“Ran out of boxes,” he grunts, picking some up.
You roll your eyes and move to help him- though he complains about it, leaving you to ignore him. He would take too long to pick these up by himself. He huffs as you set the books you gather on his bed and glares at you.
“A thanks would be nice,” you huff back, readying to exit without one.
“Sure, thanks.”
You shake your head at his tone and leave him back to his business. Finally, enough stalling. You lock your bedroom door behind you with the biggest grin you’ve had in a while, giggling to yourself in excitement. That box. You took a boxcutter and cut it open, sighing happily at the items inside.
A camera and stand, ring lights, LED lights, and an assortment of toys.
You were a pornstar, and you had no shame in it when talking with others in the business. When it came up with Kazuha, it was because he’d stumbled upon your page and gently asked you about it. It was a little embarrassing, but you were honest with him then and he didn’t seem to mind. After all, it wasn’t as though he ever heard you working and you never brought others over.
He even (in a very shy voice) offered his assistance with the camera or editing anytime since he was in cinematography just like you. You appreciated it.
You look around your room wondering where you can hide some of these in plain sight. The ring light would be fine sitting on your vanity, the LEDs could go across the top of the walls here soon, but the camera and toys…Hm.
You walk back into the closet and set the camera and stand in the corner, safe and hidden.
You grabbed your toys and piled them into one of your drawers, locking it up securely with a lock you bring anytime you move into a new place.
You never know.
You decided to change out of these clothes and into something more comfy, just a random shirt and some shorts. You posed in your mirror, giggling to yourself while you checked yourself out. It wasn’t wrong to have a little confidence. You liked the tattoo you had on the back of your leg anyway, so turning around in the mirror let you see it much better. A tattoo of your zodiac sign, and it looked so good and detailed too.
You exit into your shared living room to see Kunikuzushi’s door open just a smidge and hear him cussing himself out. No shot he’d made another mess?
You walk up slowly to peek in, to see that he was more confused looking than anything. He had a shelf in his hand and some screws, but was looking around his room lost.
“Did you lose something?” You ask, opening the door a little.
“Mind your business,” he huffs. After a few seconds he groans, “Yes, okay, I lost the screwdriver.”
“No biggie,” you shrug, coming in.
“Giving me more unwanted help?”
“I can leave you to find it on your own.”
“...”
“Thought so.”
You hummed and looked under the bed since that area seemed to be a little more messy than anywhere else. Getting on the ground, you made a ‘yup’ and got back up, hanging him the tool. You noticed his eyes fixed on you and raised an eyebrow.
“What?”
“The tattoo,” he nods towards it. “Didn’t see that earlier. Solid.”
Seems like the nicest thing you’ll hear from him in a while.
“Oh, yeah, just my zodiac sign,” you nod. “I got a few other tattoos too.”
“What makes you want to get them?” He asks, turning to put the shelf up.
You were a little surprised that he seemed interested, given his earlier attitude. But regardless, you were grateful he was up for a conversation. Made Operation: Befriend Your Roommate a lot easier.
“I just like getting them honestly. The needle tickles, it doesn’t hurt. It’s the same with me and piercings,” you shrug.
“Piercings too huh?” He says as he puts one nail in, “Can you hold the other side of the shelf?”
“Oh, sure,” you move and hold it for him while he puts the screw in. “And yeah, got a bunch.”
“What hurt the most?” He asked as his brows furrowed, “I’ve been wanting to get one, wanna know where not to pierce.”
You chuckle lightly, “Look at me real quick.”
He gives you a confused expression as he does what you ask. You stick your tongue out at him, and his eyes widen a bit as well as a faint blush.
“Oh shit,” he says. Your tongue is pierced, a silver ball in it. “I know that hurt like a bitch.”
“I cried like one too,” you laugh, lowering your hands from the shelf as he finishes putting it up.
“I imagine,” he sighs, looking at the mess on the floor. “Thanks again. I guess.”
You chuckle a bit and wave him off, “No problem. You might want me out of your hair, but I’m determined to get us on neutral terms at least.”
He laughs a bit as he tidies up, “Good luck.”
“Don’t need it,” you say, opening your phone, “I’ll start with a peace offering. I’ll order dinner tonight for us, so what do you want?”
He stands up and looks at you suspiciously, glaring at you for a minute as he considers it. “Think you can get to me through food?”
“You can get to most through it.” You nod.
“...”
“...”
“...You paying?”
“Duh,” you laugh.
“I’m in the mood for chinese,” he says, “Get me some fried rice and egg rolls.”
“Any drinks?” You ask, opening Doordash.
“Uh…shit, whatever soda you feel like getting for us. Don’t care.”
“Aye aye, captain,” you salute him and exit his room, sitting on the counter in the kitchen as you order.
About 20 minutes later, the food comes, and you call out to him to get his attention. The two of you eat in relative silence, neither of you big on talking during dinners. You both clean up your respective mess and he mutters a small ‘thanks.’
You nod and head back to your room, forgetting to lock it behind you. It had been a long day, and there was only one thing on your mind for relaxation. You grab the camera and set it up to face the bed. You were too lazy to set the LEDs up tonight, but you would do it tomorrow. You move the ring light behind the camera, checking to see if the lighting is good as you turn off your room’s switch.
Once you confirm it is, you chuckle quietly and go into your closet, grabbing a lacy, dark blue babydoll dress. You change in front of your mirror, running your hands over your sides as you sigh contently. You go into one of the drawers that you set on a small lock on earlier, grabbing a vibrator.
Kunikuzushi had been in the living room, wanting to watch some t.v. when he figured he should at least try and be courteous and ask if you want to join. He wasn’t caving in to your friendship ideal yet, but you’d paid for dinner and helped him in his room. The least he could do was offer to watch a movie with you.
Approaching your room, he saw that it was just slightly cracked open. He went to push it more open when he caught sight of the scene ahead of him. The camera at the end of your bed, the light, and more than anything else that babydoll dress.
No way. No fucking way.
He had half a mind to back up and let you do your thing, screw the whole movie, he could hole himself up in his room for the year and be declared missing. But when you leaned over to turn the camera on, giggling as if you were genuinely excited… He bit down on his lip, not sure why he hadn’t just run away yet.
You had the vibrator behind you on the bed, simply teasing the camera first. You gently caress your thighs, squeezing them every now and again. They were one of your favorite parts of yourself, so soft and squishy. You gently lift the edge of the dress, taunting the camera since they can’t see too much more.
You lean back on the bed, spreading your legs for the cam. The dress rides up and both the camera, and unbeknownst to you Kunikuzushi, can see that you had nothing else under it.
“Oh, you’re kidding,” he whispers, feeling his pants tighten up.
You gently run a hand up your thigh and over your pussy, sighing as you do. This next part was your favorite- fiddling with your piercing down there. It was one of the best ideas you’d ever had, raising views on your channel like it was nothing.
He can’t see it from the door, not at this angle, he only sees you gently rubbing yourself and he quietly moves to unzip his pants. He might as well, he figures.
You sit up again in front of the camera, and slowly lift the babydoll over your head, throwing it off the bed. You cup your chest for the camera, flicking your nipple piercings and gasping.
When Kunikuzushi sees those he thinks he could die. Your tongue was pierced, your nipples were pierced…was that all for the camera? Had you used those piercings as deadly weapons against people you brought on? For a split second, he imagines your tongue running up his length and he swallows a moan. That piercing…
He palms himself as he watches, moving a hand to cover his mouth just in case. Then he squints, staring a little lower and biting his lip, and shoving his hand harder against your mouth. You had another tattoo- this one of chains just under your breast, almost like it was connecting the both of them. He couldn’t deny that it was probably one of the hottest things he’d ever seen.
You lay down again, grabbing the vibrator and turning it onto the lowest setting. You rub it slowly up and down your pussy, moaning quietly.
“Mmm…fuck,” You whispered, biting your cheek to stay quiet.
Not that it mattered, he thinks to himself, jerking a little faster.
You lean the vibrator right against your clit and turn it up another setting. Your hand slaps over your mouth, leaning your head back and squeezing your eyes shut. You turned it one more setting, and he could hear how intense it was. You moaned into your hand and arched your back, whining.
You stay like that for a minute before you move the hand covering your mouth to instead suck on that hand’s fingers. Your moans are muffled, but constant, and drool drips down the side of your mouth.
The sight is unholy for him, and he’s positive he’s going to end up a massive pervert after this. It’s far too early to ask to join and it would ruin any semblance of an actual relationship. His mind jumps everywhere, suddenly wanting to be the only one you ask to join on camera. He feels frantic and crazy, jerking himself off with an inhumane speed. He’s panting into his hand, praying to every god out there that you don’t hear.
Your legs begin to tremble, and a high-pitched noise escapes your mouth as you cum, twitching violently. Your hand shakes as you pull the vibrator away, panting. You collect your breath for a few moments, giggling as you recover.
“What a way to break in the new room,” you whisper to yourself.
He’s certainly in agreement, pulling his pants back up as he finds himself right on the edge. He can’t cum on something you’ll see, but he can bare to stain a pair of pants at the moment. His cum shoots out almost just in time, coating the inside of his pants in it. His eyes roll and he leans on the wall for a moment.
You turn off your camera, sighing happily. You’ll clean up in a moment, but first, you ought to get this new video out. You get up and grab your laptop off your desk.
As you walk away, he can see yet another tattoo. Fuck, you were nothing but a canvas, huh? He’s certainly not complaining once he realizes it’s that common succubus tattoo. He normally finds them cringy, like some arrogant tattoo that people who thought they were hot would get.
But you were hot…so you get a pass.
He watched carefully as you set the camera by the laptop, using a cord to connect the two as you edit the footage. It’s simple for you, only need to add a blur to this one since nothing happened during the video you would think should be removed. You happily begin the upload process and move to bring the camera into the closet where it goes.
And as if he was possessed by the world’s perverted ghost, he sneaks into your room as silently as he can so he can peep the username you upload under. Once he sees it, not even fully by the laptop, he ducks out of your room, slowly and quietly closing the door back to how it had been and gunning it for his room.