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He wanted to take a peek. Just a peek—only to see if she was sound asleep or not. He never meant to see her in this state. One only meant for her.
Her soft moans sounded so pretty, even muffled. He almost couldn't resist the urge to open the balcony door and step inside, to hear her even better.
Her hands traveled all across her body, getting rid of any cloth that came in their way. Her left hand hovered around her clit for a while—was she teasing herself? When she finally let herself give in, her cries sounded so beautiful. She rubbed herself up and down in such a graceful manner, her hips buckled slightly, wanting more, he was sure, and her back arched up like a cats.
Fuck. He was turned on.
A bulge had already formed in his pants, and his own hands traveled to pull his sweatpants down and pull his dick out, in the least conspicuous way possible. He rubbed himself up and down in his own way, whimpering slightly.
When they first met, they weren't on good terms—not at all. He, as others might've seen him as, was a mean kid, and she, unanimously, was an angel. He couldn't have said it better, but back then he was petty and arrogant and thought he was at the top. He thought he was better than anyone else.
People always told him he was the best, that he would make the greatest hero to exist, always feeding into his delusions.
Well, they couldn't have been further away from the truth.
Back then, she confronted him about his behaviour, something not a lot of people did. He went rabid and lashed out at her, which to his surprise, she defended and stood up for herself.
Oh God, did he hate her.
After that interaction, there were so many more times he made fun of her, so many more times she had to smack some sense into him.
He wanted her gone, but no, even after middle school she came back to taunt him even more. She was like a haunting ghost, one who would never leave his side, even when alone, and make him atone for his sins.
She just had to bring him down and remind him how pathetic he truly was.
Her hand rubbed further up while her fingers pushed inside of her. Her head rolled back, with her hair draping down a little more. He huffed and groaned himself, his eyes trying to devour every last thing he can see. Even though it was night, and the curtains were only slightly open, the moonlight still shined down on her. Such a pleasant sight, he thought.
Yeah, he was pretty sure he was the worst for this. He felt guilty for peeping in to her room—basically stalking her—and jerking off to her own private pleasure time.
He felt so disgusted by himself, but he's never felt so fucking horny for her.
Even though he'd never admit it, he'd secretly loved getting scolded by her. He'd loved getting a different kind of attention from her, always trying to find his true self for him to confront.
Even now, when things have calmed down a lot more, he still gets in trouble. She's still nice, nicer than he deserves, and he's still a huge dick. But she begs to differ. She's always blabbing away that ‘he's changed’ and ‘he's kinder’ now. He doesn't lash out as frequent and doesn't get mad when things don't go his way.
She'd always say such nice things about. Things he knew he wasn't.
God, he loved her.
Her fingers sped up, and she hicked between moans. She bit her lower lip to try and quiet down. So cute.
He quickened on her tempo. It was much easier for him to quiet down, considering all those times he jerked out in his room while his family was home. Not that he'd admit to it.
Her other hand held a firm grip around one of her boobs as she reached her climax, and she groaned out between her teeth, now out of breath.
A second later he did too, and cupped his hand to catch his own liquids.
Both breathed heavily, and both were relieved.
Tiredly, she looked up at her balcony window and thought saw something in the corner of her eye. There was nothing out of the ordinary. She stood up and closed the curtains fully.
Today, he was glad to be alive when she was.