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CHAPTER I: PRETTY LIL' PICTURE EXCHANGE
Ever since he met you at the café, he was intrigued. You weren’t afraid of him like the others; you didn’t look away when he looked around for a place to sit. You were on your own, lost in your world until you saw him – he had the presence that demanded respect and attention, so to see him struggling with finding a single spot for his meal seemed a little off, like the way he looked and held himself was enough for at least someone to make space for him. He looked around the café and saw you. You immediately offered him a seat, welcoming him to your booth with a smile, just so that he could have a spot to sit down with his drink and a pastry, and enjoy his treats in peace.
“Sir, nobody’s sitting here, if you want to…” You quickly gathered your things – the sketching supplies that you had laid out on the table – and made some space for him.
You smiled a little shyly to him, and to your surprise, he returned it. You came back to your sketchbook and tried your best not to pay any attention to the gorgeous man that seemed to have been drilling his eye into you. But it was hard. There was an attempt at ignoring him, at least, but each time your gaze shifted towards the man, you noticed that he seemed to be more into what you were doing than his meal.
“Whatcha sketchin’ there?” He didn’t know why he was keeping up the friendly chatter either, but since you didn’t seem to mind him, he found you quite amusing and decided to entertain himself for a little while.
“Oh, just things I find interesting round the city; some sights, animals, more interesting people…”
“Haw? Just the interestin’ ones? So that’s just an empty sketchbook then?”
“Oh, not really, no…” You showed him the sketches you made at Shibuya crossing of the many fashion-conscious people you spotted, the more charming corner shops in your residential area, or the many cat statues you drew during your trip to Gōtoku-ji, but as you were going to close your sketchbook at that, he took it from your hands. You willingly gave it to him after he asked a friendly sounding “may I?”. He didn’t need to flick a lot of pages to find a familiar face.
You saw him round town before – you thought he was beautiful, so when you spotted him smoking, leaning against the wall of your local konbini, you just had to draw him. He had such sharp features that just made so much sense to be put on paper.
The man raised his brow and looked at you, smiling a devilish grin.
“More interstin’ people, ya say?”
“Well…” You were panicking inside. You didn’t want him to think you a freak. “I’m so sorry, I never really get a chance to meet my subjects face to face, you’re the first one that actually saw my drawing…I can get rid of it if you hate it, I’ll understand.”
“Nah.” He chirped and took a sip of his coffee. “But ya can use yer chance now.”
“Excuse me? What do you mean?”
“Mind drawing me a lil’ picture, doll?” Even the simple way in which he put his coffee cup back onto the table sent a gentle tingle through your core – it must’ve been the way he was looking at you. He couldn’t keep his eye off you, and he didn’t bother looking away to save you any personal space – it was just you and the handsome man with an eyepatch that you found so enchanting, stuck in a little booth at your local café.
“Oh? You want me to draw you?” You asked a little sheepishly.
“Might as well…since ya’d do it anyway, chasin’ me round town?”
“Oh, I…” Your cheeks felt warm – probably due to the bright blush that coated them. “I won’t follow…”
“Shit, you’re cute. Don’t worry, I’m just playin’ with ya!” He leaned in his seat and opened his blazer a little, exposing a snake head on the left side of his chest. “This pose any good? Lookin’ at yer reaction, it’s more than just good?”
“Oh, it’s perfect.” You cursed in your head, calling yourself plenty of foul names – ‘it’s perfect’, you said. Like a weirdo that was speaking to a handsome being for the first time in their life.
“Heh. Knew you’d be a fan.”
He maintained eye contact and conversation throughout the entire stay, only taking his eye off you for a second to examine the drawing.
“Oh! Ya made me look fantastic!” And that one, piercing eye moved back to look at you. “Ya mind signing yer name and yer phone number here?” Your knees felt weak at the question.
“Oh, but of course!” You worried that you sounded a little too enthusiastically, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“[A]-chan…” He read off the page, and your heart skipped a beat – your name had never sounded better before. “I’ll see ya around.”
“Wait!” You called after him once he got off his seat. “And you are?”
“Majima Goro, doll.” He looked over his shoulder to see your reaction to his name, but you didn’t flinch, or realise your mistake of allowing him anywhere near you – you simply smiled and waved him goodbye.
“See you around, Majima-san!”
That one single smile fucked with his head ever since.
He needed more of you – so much more.
A couple weeks of flirty back and forth went by. A couple of weeks where you pleasured yourself thinking about the handsome man that quickly became the highlight of your day. Days when he didn’t show at the café felt like a waste – it became your usual meeting spot, and when you knew he was on his way (since he’d text you), you even purchased his usual order and saved him a seat. With each “sorry, I’m waiting for someone” you got even more excited for his arrival – when people saw him enter the shop, they all looked away, but you didn’t seem to notice that, and Majima could always count on your smile to welcome him in.
You weren’t sure whether you were reading him right – but he seemed interested. Even his texts seemed to get more suggestive to you.
‘Thinkin’ of ya, girlie’
‘Can’t wait to meet ya. Same place tomorrow?’
‘Just woke up, had a dream about ya…’
You asked him about that dream – he only responded with a winking emoji. And that last text was the latest thing he sent you. You fully intended to tease him about it, but you noticed there was something different about him when he arrived and settled in his seat. He seemed a little more on edge that day, so you gave him some space and simply focused on your doodle of him, hoping that a silly drawing would get him to smile that mischievous way you liked so much.
What you didn’t know was that Majima was ready to take the next step in your relation – it could potentially ruin the friendship but after the wet dream he had about you, all he wanted to do was lick you out just like it happened in his dream.
Or as his dream kindly depicted it: Mad Dog just wanted to lick a bitch out, and you were the perfectly willing candidate for the role.
And now he hoped you would be willing. He looked at you, allowing himself the glances he never dared to do in your presence before. You were so very lost in your zone – “always so goddamn cute”, he thought, but then he followed the curve of your breasts outlining on your t-shirt, next he noticed you wore a skirt. This seemed unusual, you were always in jeans, and his gaze immediately went to your exposed thighs – you were just trying out something new, partially because you wanted to look nice for him just this once, test out the waters, whatever those waters were. Majima picked up the coffee cup, as a way of masking the clear arousal or distracting you from the view of his very clearly outlined boner, in case it felt somewhat too forward. He felt if he put his hand onto it to hide it, you’d instantly notice and call him a pervert. First time you’re in a dress and he acts like a dog in heat? The pastry on his plate proved quite useful, because you paid more attention to what he was doing with his hands than to what was happening mere inches from you below the table.
He needed your consent first, he wasn’t going to force you to do things with him just because he needed you this desperately, he needed to find a way to check whether you were interested in him too – you seemed interested, but were you?
“So what do you think?” You thankfully interrupted yet another filthy daydreamed scenario before Majima could get lost in his fantasy entirely. The drawing you made of him was quite funny: you drew him sulking over his pastry, with a little なんでやねん [nandeyanen; what the heck] thought bubble over his head. “Are you okay, Goro-kun? You seem a little off…”
How was he meant to even tell you about his…issue. Was it even an issue? He didn’t know, but he decided to keep things light to start with – “I’ve got hots fer ya” felt a little too forward so he opted for something less drastic.
“Just somethin’ on my mind…” He wondered whether asking you out or confessing his feelings were the two more appropriate options. He couldn’t possibly start with ‘I’m horny fer ya, I wanna lodge my dick so deep in yer pussy you’ll be nothing but my kinky lil’ cream pie when I’m done with ya’.
“Oh, whatever it is, feel free to tell me! As long as you’re comfortable sharing…”
He was not comfortable with telling you about what he thought just now.
“No–ooo…” You were surprised by his hesitation. But absolutely nothing decent circled his mind and when you chuckled in a flirtatious way, Majima knew the cream pie wasn’t enough – he would hump you and dump a truck load of certain bodily fluids inside you if you let him. You’d be his ‘lil’ cum truck’, as he called you in his head and it was the first time you saw him blushing – why wasn’t his head providing him with anything appropriate?!
“Oh my goodness, no way you’re blushing! Is it about your dream? Ohhh, if it is, you have to tell me now! What was that dream about, Goro-kun?” Your hand brushed against his trousers and Majima wasn’t sure whether he just…unloaded in his boxers or not. “C’mon was that dream this bad? You can’t even look at me! Did I do something weird and now you’re angry with me in real life?”
“It ain’t easy to say…” You were treading on dangerous territory.
“Whatever it is I’ve done, should I apologise? I can, if you want. What would make ya feel better, Goro-kun?”
Oh, you must’ve known. There was just no way you didn’t see him staring at your legs just now. It was way too perfectly laid out for his planned response. He imagined you under the table, settled right between his legs, apologising profusely.
“Damn, silence? Really? You never shut up about anything, so whatever it is, must be big, huh?” You put your sketchbook down and scooted closer to him. “C’mon, tell me. What did we do in that dream?”
You didn’t pay attention to your skirt exposing your thigh even more when you moved – Majima did, but he looked up to the ceiling, cursing whatever entity was teasing him this badly.
“Fuck, er, it’s a quite…delicate matter…” you were so close to him – and your knee brushed against his when you sat so near.
“How about I get you another pastry? And you’ll maybe try not to massacre it this time? It’ll give ya some time to formulate your thought…”
“Oh, er, thanks…” he didn’t realise that he was fiddling with his food this whole time. The flaky pastry was now dissected into small pieces, and he didn’t even have any of it in the process. “‘Preciate it…”
You noticed he was quieter than usual, but considering his profession, you expected he had important shit to worry about, so you didn’t even dare ask him to explain it. You mostly joked it was the dream that bothered him so much to make him laugh, but that didn’t seem to have worked at all. From what he had told you before, he was doing important work, reorganising and helping people find their place after dissolution of the clan. He mentioned his past as a yakuza patriarch, certain that you’d flee hearing the word alone, and yet you didn’t even flinch. You seemed curious, and here to stay by his side – something Majima was quietly thankful for, because he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you since that first goddamn smile you gave him.
Once you went to the register to order him a new croissant, Majima mulled over his options; he could just tell you about the dream…and scare you off, or he could slowly confess about his developing feelings…and scare you off, or he could…– whatever he thought of, it always ended with you storming off in his imaginary scenarios. In the last act of desperation, Majima picked up your sketchbook and flicked through a couple of pages, hoping that those would provide him the right answers on how to proceed. He hoped to find at least some peace of mind, and it seemed that your sketches directed him onto the right track. He smiled at the little drawing you made of him, and he loved that you even included yourself in the picture. He fully intended to close the book, but when he put it back on the table, the cover bent upward, showing a sketch he had never seen before at the very last page. He lifted the cover with his finger and scoffed in disbelief – it most certainly looked like a sketch of the two of you kissing. He picked up the sketchbook again and turned the page to check if there was more. And there was so much more. He had to bite on his lower lip to hide his excitement – because you drew a cheeky little picture of two figures having sex too; it was a rough sketch, but the male figure had the exact shape of Majima’s face and his irezumi on the chest, whilst the female figure on top of him had your exact hairstyle and figure. You had no clue where that tattoo extended on his body, so you left it without filling in the details, but one thing was very clear – the snake on the left side of the man’s chest. No questions had to be asked to know who the figures were on a picture of a woman kneeling in front of a man – he could tell it was him, you drew his outfit and face perfectly clear; same with the two figures having sex against the brick wall. Majima had to chuckle, you put a lot of effort into that one, you did the shading of the bricks he had you pressed against fantastically.
So you didn’t seem interested, you were very clearly in the same boat as him.
Majima had a moment of brilliance. The perfect way of testing the waters – he picked up your pencil and sketched out a suggestion of an activity for this afternoon. You came back to the scene just as Majima was putting your tools down, smiling your way in an endearingly innocent fashion.
“Oh, you seem excited for that pastry!” You put the plate in front of him, and he immediately stuffed his face.
“Oh yes – I’m very excited for my meal.” The next thing he planned to put into his mouth was your cunt. “Drew you a lil’ picture, inspired by…yer work.”
“Oh, really!” You sat down next to him, just as closely as you did before, and flicked to the page where you drew your funny doodle. “Oh, where did you draw it? I can’t seem to find it…”
You were so confused. There was nothing apart from your sketches when you flicked through a couple of pages.
“Last pages, girlie…” He washed his food down with a gulp of coffee. “Found plenty of inspiration there…”
Your face dropped in horror. He was never meant to find out. You were obsessing about him since the day you met him, but you were never intending to act upon your feelings. He seemed so busy – and way too good looking to be paying any of his attention to you. You didn’t know what to say, yet you still turned to the last pages of your book, your hands very visibly shaking after he exposed your need of him.
“I don’t know why I drew those…” you started explaining. “I’m so sorry, it’s just– I honestly don’t know what got into me…”
You weren’t going to tell him you fantasised about him railing you every night. You’d deny it for as long as it took for him to believe it.
“Yeah, I dunno what got into me either, [A]-chan…” He licked his lips just thinking about the taste of you, as your hand froze on the writing on top of his drawing: ‘I wanna taste ya. How about we move it somewhere more private?’, an arrow pointed to the brick wall ‘I know just the place like that’ – his drawing showed a scribble of his face stuck between a pair of legs. “Would ya…like that?”
He dragged his words out and his eye once again drilled into you, waiting for your answer.
“Yes…” you said with a shaky exhale. “If that’s what you want…”
His mouth got close to your ear and his hand rested on top of your thigh.
“Since you’re so curious about my dream – those pretty pictures ya’ve been drawing are the perfect depiction of it.”
“You dreamt of us having…”
“I spent so long between your legs,” His lips were so close to your neck you could’ve sworn he placed a kiss there. “now I really need a taste.”
You moved your hand up his thigh and met with a bulge way bigger than what you imagined in your fantasies. You moved it out of the way, but Majima grabbed your hand and put it back there.
“It’s okay, you can touch it, nobody’s lookin’ at us…” his breath hitched when you groped around it. His lips parted and he smirked in satisfaction knowing how much you wanted him too. “Ya mind if I have a quick taste?”
He got his gloves off and your mind started racing – you were in a very public space, with other people around, and you forgot to give a fuck about that when that man towered over you and shook you to your very core. Your mind didn’t race because of the people – it was the man whose cock you were groping that forced your brain to focus on this single activity.
His finger snaked up your leg and stopped by the gusset on your lacey panties.
“Shit, you’re wet…” he murmured into your ear, and continued your under-the-table play. How could you not be aroused – a man of your dreams had just decided that he’ll roleplay your deepest fantasy in real time. His ring finger went past the lace and gently touched between your folds. Majima added the middle finger to push through your entrance and the gasp you let out at the sensation gained that mischievous grin you longed to see so much.
“Goro…” suddenly you became aware of the other people around you; suddenly so very aware of the fact that you moved your hips in place, pushing his fingers deeper inside you. He didn’t move them – he just watched you, enjoying the show at first, and when he saw that glimpse of shame in you, he wasn’t going to allow you to stop this fun, but he decided to save you the unnecessary blushing over your actions. He moved his fingers out of you and rested his elbows on the table, allowing you a little cool off time.
But that time wasn’t very long after you saw him licking his fingers right in front of you.
“Mm” he said, satisfied by the taste of you. “Fuck, I need more…”
You were both going through a thunderstorm inside. You had to let it out or you’d burst if that man didn’t end up with his face lodged in your pussy – and by the looks of it, he felt the same way.
“C’mon.” He helped you pack your things and even stuffed his gloves into your bag. “No time ta waste. We gotta go…”
His hand closed round yours and you let Majima lead you out of the café, heading to heaven knows where.
He didn’t lie when he said ‘he knew a similar place’. As soon as you made a turn into the alleyway, which was lined by the brick wall so similar to your drawing, you had to laugh – he took your sketch very seriously. It seemed he was really just going to go to town on you, kneeling in dirt at a hidden away corner of Champion District.
You dropped your bag to the ground without a care for where it landed and whether any contents spilled. You looped your fingers at the back of his neck and crashed your lips onto his, teasing your tongue and demanding access to his mouth. His breath mingling with yours for a moment, the intoxicating trance that you wished lasted your entire lifetime – you were not into him, you were obsessed with everything about him.
Majima pushed you against the wall and his hands followed the curve of your body, lightly lifting your t-shirt. You were so much more than what he had hoped for. You were more than just an indulgence or an overtaking fleeting pleasure – he wanted you in the ways no man had ever had you. He wanted to introduce you to your new addiction, because he knew that it was not going to stop at just the one encounter.
He dropped to his knees and put his head under your skirt. He wasted no time, kissing your thighs and pulling your panties down, which he decided to put into his pocket. What got exposed in front of him only got him salivating in anticipation.
“Shit.” He was not indulging in a craving – he found his brand-new long-time craze.
You felt his fingers find their way inside you, but you almost dropped to your knees when his tongue brushed against your folds.
“Don’t lose balance there, girlie…” he put your leg over his shoulder to help you out. “That’s better.”
He kissed at you bud and smiled – because you were the exact taste he sought.
If you thought the sight of the man of your dreams kneeling in front of you was the absolute top of your fantasies getting fulfilled, him whimpering and scowling as he enjoy the taste of your pussy fucked with your head and scratched it in all the right places – not to mention the hold of Majima’s hand over your ass…or the way he struggled to open his belt buckle.
“Shit.” His lips moved away from you, and he took his hand off your ass to open the damn belt that was the reason for all of your dismay in the moment. But your patience paid off when Majima got his dick out of his boxers. It was bigger than you fantasised – and way better than what you had ever imagined. Everything about him turned out to be too good to be true.
“You’ll have to let me suck you off…” you panted your words as your pussy ached for his touch. He looked up, smiling like a pervy little devil – with his hand on his dick, stroking himself, whilst also putting his lips and hand back into their initial place on your body. Now his fingernails dug deep into your cheek and his whimper turned into a loud moan. “Fuck, Majima…”
“Goro-chan, girlie.” Majima whimpered. “Call me Goro-chan…”
He dragged his tongue along your vulva and aggressively sucked at your clit, salivating at the taste of you.
“Such a good boy, Goro-chan.” You purred, stroking his hair, only making him whine more. “Such a good boy, show me, you’re touching yourself down there, hmm?”
You put your palm against his forehead and gently moved him away from your body. He grunted a needy complaint when all that connected you was a trail of saliva, but he showed you what you wanted to see.
“Look at me…” You whispered. “I wanna see that pretty eye of yours whilst you do that to yourself…”
He stuck out his tongue, beginning you to let him back onto your pussy, but you were quite firm in your command. Majima was driven to complete hysterics. He put on quite a show for you, tightly gripping his testicles and pressing his face to your lower abdomen, whilst still vigorously wanking and pushing the head of his cock against your leg. His breath felt hot on your body and your skin flushed right where his mouth closed with an exhale. That man was so close to his breaking point – and it was your new favourite sight to see. You were a fool for not showing him your frisky drawings earlier. You possibly deprived yourself of this feeling and that pretty visual for weeks – who knows how long he’d been thinking about you in the exact same way you’d been thinking about him.
You were so very close, and you wished you were recording it all once you lightly pushed his head to go down on you again. He celebrated with a low, throaty grunt, adding his long, fingers back into the mix. Your hand clenched over his hair involuntarily at the new sensation and you pushed his head even more into yourself with your climax – you wanted the feeling to last forever, and the only way to do that was to keep him there.
“Fuck, [A], I’m…– fuck!”
You felt the warm liquid hit your leg. When you looked down, Majima was still slowly making out with your pussy. You saw his cock coated with cum and the best thought you’ve ever had gave you one final conclusion – you just had to lick it off for him.
You tried to prop him upright, pulling at his arms.
“That was so good, girlie.” Majima read you just fine but decided to tease. He stood up and glued his lips to yours, pushing the tongue that was circling and creating a 3d map of your privates inside of his mouth just a moment ago. He smiled and chuckled when you reached for his penis – he let you touch it, and he very much enjoyed it when you licked the residue of his cum off your hand.
“Please, I need to suck you off.” You begged, but Majima pretended to be hard to get. He put your favourite new plaything away and dared to laugh at your freshly unlocked well of desire.
“Soon, [A]-chan. Ya gotta earn it.”
“Please.” You looped your fingers at the back of his neck and kissed him deeply. “Please, I can be so good to you.”
“You’re delicious, [A]-chan.” Majima murmured into your ear. “I’ll see ya around.”
He brought a cigarette to his lips and started walking away from the alleyway, turning away to smirk your way and say:
“I’m keepin’ these, and I’ll send ya somethin’ ta keep ya goin’.” He showed you the item in question – he still had your panties in the pocket of his blazer.
Your breath fastened – what the hell did he mean by that?! You watched him walk out of the alleyway and only looked at yourself when he disappeared from your view: your clothes were all over the place, and his cum dripped and soaked into your socks. Wiping it off, your core had its demands, your body wished for what was rightfully yours.
You really wished he just stayed there with you – because he accidentally flicked a switch you didn’t even know existed before he came into your life.
When you deemed yourself presentable enough, you gathered your things and left the secluded alleyway. You hoped to see him watching and waiting. You so wished he was there and would just tease you to follow him to a new location, but he was nowhere to be seen. If you could, you’d have screamed, but instead you strutted back home – alone and still incredibly horny.
For some time, you thought that this was just a very realistic illusion that played in your head. But you thought of the way his tongue felt on you and a pleasant shiver went down your spine just remembering how needy of you he looked and felt in your meet-up. It really happened – and yet you couldn’t believe it.
That man wasn’t into you – that man wanted to devour you whole, and he was just playing mind games to get you on his level of animalistic behaviour.
You wondered whether this was just a dream. You pinched your cheeks, and gave yourself a slap, but you just couldn’t get rid of the happy feeling in your stomach. You wondered whether Majima felt the same, whether he was still thinking about you…
If only you could see him in his apartment – he couldn’t stop grinning the whole way back home. He poured himself his fanciest whisky and got a spring in his step that wasn’t there before. What happened between you called for a celebration. He jumped onto his sofa and sipped his drink. Weeks of dreaming about you and turns out he should’ve just initiated it sooner. You always dated your drawings, the earliest one was dated three weeks ago – he missed out on three weeks of you, because he hesitated like a fool. He didn’t blame you for not initiating anything – even after your play, when you told him you wanted to suck him off, he felt a little surprised by your words, so if you were to initiate anything, he’d be checking twice to make sure he heard you right. He still cursed himself for leaving you after you offered that blowjob, he only stopped worrying when you texted him…
‘I can’t wait for tomorrow ♥’
He couldn’t believe his luck – he had very serious plans for you…
…like the one he had come up with for tomorrow. Fulfilling your desire was declared an urgency in his world – nothing else mattered, but Majima’s lil’ [A]-chan.
He was so glad that your desires aligned so well with the exact result of his deepest wants – he wanted you, and his little souvenir came in quite handy to get him in the mood. How could he have forgotten about your panties stuffed in his pocket! He examined them closely and knew what he was about to do. The taste of you still seemed to have lingered on his tongue. He got off the sofa, put his drink away on the table and grabbed his phone. He got so excited about what he was about to do for you.
Deep in the night, you decided to examine the picture Majima drew at the back of your sketchbook, but looking through your bag, you found his gloves were still stuffed in there. You put them close to your chest and got lost in your wonderland; those smelled exactly like the man you were thinking about – such a simple act, and you were already tuned for more of him. You couldn’t help but think whether he left those there on purpose; for you to get completely intoxicated by him. He must’ve not realised the depths of your obsession – it didn’t feel healthy when you were just fantasising about him, but now with access to the main tap, you felt you were going to gorge on the man until you burst in front of him, overfilled with excitement and so deeply enamoured. You looked at his sketch and had to stop questioning your actions. You decided to stop getting so deeply and emotionally attached to him and simply follow your urges for now, and so your hand slowly went down inside your tracksuit bottoms – and that’s when your phone sounded.
You spooked, and wondered who it might be, since nobody usually texted you so late in the night but when you saw his name pop up on screen and a video buffering as soon as you opened his message, you immediately clicked on it to download faster.
“Oh my god, he didn’t…” you gasped because what you saw was the pretty picture you missed since that afternoon – it was a simple frame of Majima playing with his cock, very visibly holding onto your panties.
‘Ya said ya want this? Tell me, how much? I bet yer lips will feel so good around it…’
No ‘would’ but ‘will’ because he fully intended to get you down to your knees the next day.
‘Would ya touch yerself for me, [A]-chan? C’mon, don’t be shy…’
You were so very uncomfortably wet for him. Your hand dived right back into your bottoms and your fingers touched the place previously occupied by Majima’s mouth.
“Oh god, Goro…” you moaned, answering his pleas in the video.
‘Push those lil’ fingers inside ya, such a good girl, [A]-chan… bet you’re so fuckin’ wet right now, I’d love ta lick off the meal ya got for me down there…’
You moaned his name watching his cock release sperm in waves right onto the lacey fabric of the undies he nicked off you.
It’s almost as if he timed it, because as soon as the video ended, he had the cheek to call you. You fumbled with your phone to pick it up and moaned his name down the receiver as soon as you heard his voice – and the devil laughed the sultry way at your desperation.
“Don’t mind me, I just wanted to hear ya come fer me…” He was enjoying every second of your pants, gasps and pleas. “One orgasm? Ya can do more than that, c’mon, I’ll play on my end to give ya somethin’ to think about.”
Why wasn’t that man’s cock lodged between your ass cheeks – it felt like the absolute cruellest form of torture, but then his moans softened the blow, and your mind found its way to its happy place again.
Majima didn’t expect to get hard this quickly listening to you. He also didn’t expect to explode so violently over his bed, but you just did things to his head he couldn’t clearly explain.
“Tomorrow. Meet me at the café. Same time.” He managed to gasp out before ending the call, sighing at the mess you made him do.
He got giddy. He couldn’t wait to see you again.
Whilst you panted, trying to process what the hell had just happened.
Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.