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Growing up, your neighborhood had been pretty small. There weren’t a lot of kids your age, mainly elderly people who moved in before they kicked the bucket and some other old person moved in again. But recently, while you were away at college, someone new moved in again and while he was older, he was nowhere near elderly.
Your mom had called you while you were studying for your midterms, holding up a shaky camera as she whispered about the new hot neighbor, your dad in the background hollering for her to stop being sneaky and admit out loud that the man was handsome. You couldn’t really focus on the blurry video of the man, head shoved into your books before you told them that you couldn’t stalk your new neighbor as you had to finish studying.
You only wish you would’ve really looked at him when she first showed you, or else you wouldn’t be sitting here looking stupid as hell.
Your neighbor, Kento Nanami his name, sat on your living room couch, looking like the sexy, hot professor from one of your teacher x student fanfics you indulged in every now and then. He sat there, all professional in a tie and button up, his back straight, hair combed back, serious look on his face with his mouth set in a line. He was fine as fuck, and you felt like a fish coming out of water when he looked at you.
“What do you say?” Nanami asks, his face expectant as he smooths down the nonexistent wrinkles in his pants, eyes set on you the entire time. What did he just ask you…? You blink at him, mouth opening and closing a few times as you look over at your mom, who sits there with a wide grin and nodding her head quickly.
“Oh, she’d love to!” She answers for you, smiling all the while as she leans over to rub at your shoulder. You glance over at her once more before you look at Nanami, who’s been sitting there staring at you the entire time. His gaze, hidden behind dark shades, is still intense as it makes you shrink into your seat. You smile and nod, agreeing with whatever your mom offered you up for as you fiddle with your fingers.
“I’ll only be gone for about ten days, so I just need you to water the plants and feed my cat. But you’re free to stay over for longer if you’d like, tidy up some if anything becomes dusty. Does that sound okay to you, miss?” He hasn’t turned away from you yet, his voice smooth and leveled as he takes off his glasses to clean them of any smears. You finally get a glance of his eyes, dark and serious, as they glance up at you through blond lashes. He cocks his eyebrow at you when you don’t say anything again, which stirs you into action.
“Oh, yeah! That sounds great. I’d love to housesit for you, Mr. Nanami.” You smile at him, noting the way his eyes shine for a second before they’re concealed again with his dark shades. He nods once before fixing his tie and standing. You follow suit, watching how he extends a large hand your way, shaking it slowly to feel how warm and hard his grip is.
“Please, call me Kento.” He continues to grip your hand longer than what you would think is normal, but you don’t mind one bit, not when he’s still staring you down the entire time. You feel your face get warm, pulling away slowly as you rub at the back of your neck.
“Okay, Kento.”
…
The day Nanami leaves for his business trip out of town, he greets you at the door when you show up at 7am. The summer day is hot already, your nape sticky as the sun bares down on it after just two minutes of being outside. He opens the door with his suitcase in tow, and an orange tabby cat circling around one of his legs.
“Good morning.” Nanami nods to you before gesturing you inside. “Let me show you around the house before I leave.” He leaves his suitcase at the front door before turning around, the cat slinking around the door as it eyes you warily.
“Don’t mind him,” Nanami calls out when he notices that you’re still lingering by the door and watching his cat watch you. “He’s a very nice cat, but he doesn’t warm up very fast to new people. He’ll probably be your friend after this is all over though.”
You squat down to become eye level with the cat, who backs up slightly without ever taking his eyes off of you. He doesn’t look like he’s about to attack, so you hold a hand out to pet softly at his head. He slinks under your grip like he’s made of putty, meowing in protest before he darts away somewhere in the house. You chuckle before standing to your full height again, looking over and noticing that Nanami’s been watching you the whole time.
“He’s cute, like his owner. What’s his name?” You throw the compliment so smoothly into your sentence, it takes Nanami back by surprise for a second. You can see how his eyebrows raise momentarily, a small smattering of a blush hinting at his cheeks before he clears his throat and turns around to show you the rest of the house.
“Kitty.” He answers plainly before he shows you the kitchen. You snort, covering your mouth behind your hand as he turns around to look at you.
“What’s so funny?” Nanami asks plainly, picking up a piece of paper with tiny handwriting sprawled on it.
“You named your cat Kitty?” You ask incredulously. But he only stares at you before nodding, turning around once more to rearrange some other stuff before he faces you again, the high of his cheekbones dusted a soft pink in embarrassment.
“Yes, I did. Now, I wrote down a step-by-step instruction guide on how to feed Kitty. Please do not stray from the instructions, as he has a weak stomach and would cover my entire house in vomit.” God, he’s so serious, even when he is embarrassed. It’s cute really, almost endearing. It makes you want to tease him more, just to see how far his blush really goes when you fluster him enough.
Nanami walks you through the house, telling you how to rotate his plants, which ones to water on which days, how much you should water them. He shows you the cleaning supplies in case you want to dust or clean up around the house. Finally, he shows you his room and the guest room, inviting you to sleep in either bed while he’s gone if you would like some privacy from your parents, his only instructions being to wash the sheets the night before he comes home.
When he finishes, you’re back at the entryway of his house. Nanami picks up his luggage once more, patting Kitty on the head softly when he purrs and rubs against his legs. He nods his head at you as he opens the door.
“Please take care of my house, and contact me with the number I left on the fridge if you need anything. Goodbye.” Nanami walks out before you can fully wish him a farewell, walking down the front steps as he starts to load up the car. You have to hold Kitty back from trotting out of the house, waving to Nanami as you push the cat back with your foot before closing the door. You look down at Kitty, who blinks up at you with round eyes and a cocked head.
“You ready to eat, handsome?”
…
It’s been six days since you started housesitting for Nanami. Everything was perfect, really. You stayed over there a majority of time, only walking over to your house to get a change of clothes and snacks so you wouldn’t eat him out of his own house. Kitty was great and warmed up to you in no time, always slinking around your ankles and rubbing up against you every morning when you opened the door to greet him.
You liked staying here too because, well…you got your own privacy. You didn’t have to worry about wearing pants or anything really. You could get off whenever you wanted without worrying about your parents busting in the room without knocking. You could moan as loud as you want whenever you did, even if it did scare Kitty every once in a while. You liked the luxury of being able to do whatever the hell you wanted without someone breathing down your back or watching you.
At least, you weren’t aware that anyone was watching you.
…
Nanami knew he should’ve told you, but why would he tell an almost stranger who was supposed to be watching over his cat and his place that he had cameras all over his house, including his own bedroom? You looked like a nice girl, still young and in college, full of sweet smiles and flirty words, even though you had only been home for the summer for two weeks now. But at the end of the day, he didn’t really know you. He was suspicious that you might have been putting up a front to gain entry into his place, but you really were just some dumb little college brat who took advantage of being away from her parents.
Nanami watched you every chance he could get. In between business meetings and Gojo fucking with him and killing curses, he pulled out his phone to watch you prance around his house. He caught you in nothing but a pair of boy shorts and a tank top dancing around his living room while holding his cat, singing old show tunes from one of his speakers that you learned how to hook up. He caught you stuffing your mouth with some of his leftover food, then leaving and coming back hours later with a bag from the grocery store to replace the ingredients you gobbled up.
But the thing that really made Nanami obsess over watching you on his camera, was when he caught you with your hands down your pants on his couch. He opened his app to just check on you, make sure you hadn’t burned his house down, when he saw you. Your back was arched, your head thrown back and facing the hidden camera in the corner unknowingly, eyebrows furrowed, your mouth dropped open, your hands moving quickly underneath the fabric.
Immediately, he closed the app out, eyes wide and his heart beating a little faster than usual. Fuck. Was he a pervert for watching you? It was only for a split second, but that split second look was ingrained into his mind, apparent from how he feels his cock starting to swell in his boxers. He looks down at his lap traitorously, glaring at how it twitches when he thinks of how pretty you looked on his couch.
He shouldn’t look again. Right? That would be wrong, spying on a girl like yourself, even though you’re practically violating his house by doing something so lewd out in the open on a practically strangers couch. So it wouldn’t be bad if he looked then, right? He was only watching to make sure you wouldn’t make a mess without cleaning it up. Yeah, that’s the only reason, he convinces himself.
He slips his headphones in this time, turning up the audio to see if you’re making any noise from how wide your mouth drops open. And you are—sweet little moans and mewls spilling from your mouth, panting and whimpering when you start swiping at yourself from underneath your shorts. He strains to hear the soft wet sounds that emit from you playing with your pussy, straining his ears to hear how wet you’ve gotten.
He almost touches himself, but then Gojo bursts into the communal bathroom, exclaiming that Nanami must be taking a shit from how long he’s been in here, and completely kills his erection. He leaves you on his screen, still panting as you take your hands out of your pants as you flop back on his couch. He burns the memory of you into his mind before he exits the bathroom, throwing Gojo the bird on the way out.
It goes on like this for a few more days, as you get progressively worse and worse until Nanami can’t seem to keep his focus off of his phone for more than two seconds. It hits an all time high when you get something delivered to his home and he watches you open it up to reveal a vibrator. You don’t use it immediately, which is agony for Nanami as he keeps checking in on you throughout the day.
It isn’t until nighttime falls when you settle on his own goddamn bed this time, legs spread, giving him the perfect view of your glistening cunt in the low lighting of the room. The only thing is…Nanami’s supposed to be in a meeting. Like, right now, at this very second, sitting in the chair across from Principal Yaga and beside Gojo. They’re talking about something important with a few other higher ups but, he can’t seem to tear himself away from looking at you.
He’s never been this distracted before, and he’s starting to think that a little minx like you is becoming a problem. Especially when you roll out of bed to strip of your tank and shorts, instead opting for opening up Nanami’s own dresser to pull on one of his dress shirts instead. You lay there, spread and open for his prying eyes, inhaling his scent as you roll around on his bed, your mouth forming his name from where he watches you on silent. That is when he realizes, that he has to have you for himself.
…
It’s the eighth day now, and Nanami shouldn’t be home for another two days. You’ve picked up a routine at this point—spend the night at his house, sleep in his clothes, wake up, feed yourself and Kitty, water the plants, masturbate, eat again, masturbate again, clean a little, and masturbate until your legs go numb.
The only thing is, you’ve gotten too comfortable in your routine. So comfortable, that you only wear his shirts now with panties, that you don’t bother to check your phone when Nanami texts you that he’s on his way home early.
You’re laid back in his bed once more with the door closed, hands between your legs, a pair of his boxers gripped tightly in your hand as you stuff them against your face, the vibrations from your toy loud enough to cover up the sounds of Nanami quietly entering his house. You just continue getting yourself off mindlessly, sucking in the scent of him, of man and mask and something so masculine it makes your clit throb between your legs.
“Oh fuck,” you moan out as your hips buck up into the toy. “Mr. Nanami, you smell so fuckin’ good, ah.” You’re so focused on your building climax, you don’t notice the large body standing at the foot of the bed.
“I didn’t think my sweaty boxers from my dirty hamper would smell so good.” You scream the moment he opens his mouth, eyes flying wide as you scramble up to the headboard. You hold the toy against your chest, still buzzing and loud as you look at the intruder who looms above you. Except, it isn’t an intruder, and is instead the man who owns this fucking house. Who owns this fucking bed and and shirt and boxers and—fuck, you’re a dirty fucking perv, aren’t you?
“N-Nanami, I can explain!” You start, your voice drowned out by the still buzzing toy. You quickly go to turn it off, fumbling with how slippery its gotten because of your cunt but all it does is slip from your hand and roll onto the bed, rolling and rolling until it falls directly in front of where Nanami stands at the end of the bed. Slowly, his eyes drag from where he’s locked you in against the headboard, trailing down your torso, watching your chest and pretty tits heave, down to where your sopping cunt lays pretty and shy between your clamped shut thighs, down onto the toy that still lays vibrating in front of him.
Nanami stares down at the buzzing toy below him before his eyes snap back over to you. You flinch under his gaze, even though you still can’t see his eyes from where they hide behind his lens. He says nothing for a few seconds before he slowly picks up the toy, as you cringe when it slips from his fingers on the first try. He holds it up to the light of the room, a sudden twitch in between his legs growing to life.
“I haven’t heard your explanation yet on why you’ve been touching yourself all over my house since I’ve been gone.” His voice is even, low and measured, despite the buzzing of the toy still ringing throughout the room. Your eyes widen at his words, shrinking back even more against the pillows as you try to close his shirt around your still naked form.
“But I’ve only, only…” he can see the way your eyebrows furrow in confusion. Nanami only lifts his head to the corner of the room, waiting for you to follow his gaze, your eyes growing comically big when you spot the tiny little black camera hidden in the corners of the wall. You look back to him quickly, but he’s already staring at you, already started climbing onto the bed in front of you.
“You had cameras?” You whisper in disbelief. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Nanami only shrugs, still holding the wet toy in his hands as he kneels in front of you now.
“I didn’t want you to steal or damage anything in my home, but I found something even better about my little neighbor.” He whispers, angling his chin down to look at you over his glasses. His pupils are dilated, focused solely and intently on you, that vibration sound still sounding throughout the room as you realize your position. He glances down at your cleavage, where you hide underneath his shirt before he looks back into your eyes.
“I’ve seen the way you look at me.” He whispers, voice low, his head angled toward you but he makes no move to get closer to you. You should feel ashamed knowing you’ve been caught touching yourself in the bed of someone who entrusted you with their house, but its hard to when he looks at you like that—all low eyed, his mouth slightly parted, and that swelling between his thighs in his tan slacks.
“Ever since you came home for the break. I’ve seen you staring at me, with that daydream look in your eyes.” He shuffles a little closer, the vibe still in his hands as he rests them both on your knees that are still pressed together. You can feel yourself throb at his proximity, how his smell intensifies the closer he gets, how soft his mouth you think will be against yours.
“You want me, don’t you? Just say the words and you can have me, little one.” His voice is so soft when he speaks, leaning above you without ever trying to part your legs in case you said no. He didn’t think you would, especially after catching you with his dirty boxers against your nose and calling out his name while you touched yourself, but he wanted your spoken consent first before he dove in to the heaven that rests between your legs.
You nod once, eyes wide and round as you slowly let your legs fall open until they frame his thighs. He doesn’t take his eyes off of your face as he reaches one hand up to cup softly at the curve of your cheek.
“I need to hear you say it, sweet girl.” He leans in, mouth ghosting over yours without fully connecting his lips. Your eyes flutter at their proximity, sucking in a deep breath to taste the scent of him on your tongue.
“I want you.” You whisper back, hoping he’ll grant you that kiss he was denying you of. But he doesn’t, not immediately, no. Instead, he swivels his head around until his lips brush against your ear, speaking smoothly,
“Now that’s a good girl.” He almost laughs at the full body shiver that wracks your entire body. Finally, he grants you the sweetest kiss when he swoops in, pressing his lips against yours. You press back, moaning against his mouth when he fits his body flush against yours, hands creeping up to fist in his hair. He pulls back momentarily to slide his glasses off of his nose and onto the night table beside you both, before he connects his lips with yours once more.
Slowly, Nanami pushes you back onto the bed until you’re laying flat underneath him. He sits back on his knees to admire you, how his large shirt frames your smaller body, your pretty tits, and the wetness that spreads on your inner thighs. He looks back up at you, from where you watch him through your lashes, a shy smile on your face as you open yourself up to him.
“Like what you see, Mr. Nanami?” You ask quietly, sitting up on one of your elbows as you use the other hand to trace the outline of your areola. He shudders softly above you, sucking in a deep breath as he loosens his tie slowly.
“You really are naughty, aren’t you?” Nanami asks quietly, unbuttoning his shirt slow enough to see the daze in your eyes grow with every inch of skin that’s exposed. “Do your parents know that you whore yourself out to your neighbors?” He cocks his head to the side in question, sliding the shirt off of his shoulders as you drool over the hard planes of his abs.
“I don’t whore myself out to all my neighbors,” you whine, starting to thumb at your nipple before you realize that that stimulation isn’t enough for now. You slide back down between your legs, middle and ring fingers petting at the wetness that slides from your cunt and onto your waiting digits. Nanami’s eyes track your movements before they snap back up to your face, clicking his tongue as he shakes his head at you.
“So I’m just special then? Why is that?” He asks softly as he leans over your body, tracking kisses up and down your skin, licking softly at the crook of your neck and the column of your throat. You whimper, eyes squeezing shut when he starts suckling softly on your neck to leave a hickey, his hands rubbing soft circles into the skin of your hips and sides.
“Hmm,” you hum with a sly smile that he can’t see. “I guess I get to live out my teacher kink fantasy without worrying about getting kicked out of school.” At that, Nanami pauses as you try to suppress a giggle behind your hand. He leans over you until his nose brushes against yours, his eyebrows turned down as you hold back a snort.
“You really do want me to treat you like a naughty girl, don’t you?” His face is serious enough to make you worry for a second, but everything gets changed around when he suddenly flips you over onto your belly. You yelp, face buried into the pillows as you feel your ass being hiked up into the air suddenly. You look over your shoulder to see Nanami gripping your hips, his lips tugged in between his teeth as he surveys your upturned hips and glistening lips in front of him.
“Let’s see how many licks I can give you then,” Nanami whispers before you hear the soft whoosh sound of his hand cutting through the air. When the smack lands, you cry out in surprise, eyes wide and your mouth dropping open. You look back at Nanami who’s eyebrow is cocked in question on whether or not he should continue, but you only bite at your lip and wiggle your hips in the air.
“That all you got, professor?” You can see the way the name makes his eye twitch and you only wish you would’ve learned to shut your mouth earlier.
…
You’re crying on his fingers in only a matter of minutes, your ass bruised to hell and back from the countless amount of smacks he’s landed onto your flesh. One hand is rubbing away the soreness and the bruises, the other lovingly massaging your walls with three rough fingers.
“Are you sorry?” Kento asks, his voice soft as he leans over you to nip at your earlobe. “Hm? You sorry for being smart with your professor?” He plays into your little fantasy, honestly willing to do whatever as long as he gets to sink his cock into this soft heat you call yours. You whimper and nod your head quickly, looking at him over your shoulder with teary eyes.
“M’sorry, so sorry for being bad.” You whine, blinking up at him, hoping he sees your sincerity. He seems to buy it for now, as he leans forward to capture your mouth in a sweet kiss.
“Good girl.” He says against your lips, nipping at your bottom lip before he pulls away from you altogether. You whimper at the lack of his warmth, but your cry gets caught in your throat when you feel his fat head sliding in between your slicked lips. You gasp, wiggling your hips back and forth as you try to get him to sink his cock deep inside.
“You ready, baby?” He asks you, curling his body over yours, cock sliding between your thighs as you feel it bump against your clit. You nod quickly, reaching between your legs to try and position him at your entrance, but he bats your hand away.
“Please put it in, please, Mr. Nanami, I’ve been so good—” you’re cut off with a loud gasp when he suddenly sinks his cock inside of your warm and wet walls with only one push. Kento curls over your body completely, sliding an arm under your head to turn your face to his. He meets your eye with a shaky breath when he pulls back, watching how your own eyes slide to the back of your head when he pushes his cock back inside of your smoothly.
“You like that, baby?” He whispers against your mouth. “You see how you get rewarded when you’re being a good girl?” The breath is punched out of you when he thrusts inside of you again and again again until he gets a steady rhythm started.
The slapping of his balls against your ass resounds throughout the room, sounds louder and louder even though it feels drowned out by your own moans and pleas. You claw at the bed when he pulls you up by your shoulders, your back arching until your head is pillowed on his shoulder and your ass slaps against his lower belly.
“Feels so—so good! So good, Mr. Nanami.” You cry out, hands clawing at the forearm that’s holding you up. Nanami pecks sweetly at your sideburn and cheek, biting softly at the flesh as his cock fills you up over and over, carving out a space inside of you that you don’t ever want to be empty again.
“Taking me so well,” he murmurs against you, turning your head until your mouth is against his. He lets his spit slide from his mouth and into yours, and you’re willing, swallowing it down and opening your mouth again for more. It makes him chuckle at your eagerness to have as much as him filling you as he can, and he only grants you more as he drives his cock deeper inside of you, brushing against your sweet spot.
“Feel you s’deep!” You whine out, pressing against your lower belly when he stills against you to grind his hips against your own. You can feel your eyes crossing, damn nearly passing out when that same vibrator from last time makes an appearance again against your clit.
“Holy fuckin’—!” You screech out, body falling limp at the sudden orgasm that assaults your body. You shake all over, head going fuzzy as you feel Nanami groan against your nape, still holding your limp body up against his own hard one. He shushes you through it shakily, hips stuttering as he coos down at you, still never slowing up much on his thrusts.
“I’m gonna cum,” he groans into your ear when your head lolls against his neck. You blink up at him through your haze, whining and clenching around him as you pout your lips so he can give you another kiss.
“Cum inside me, sir, want you to fill me up.” And fuck, if that doesn’t push him over the edge. Nanami groans inside of your mouth as his hips still, his balls pumping as much of his seed into you as humanly possible. It lasts for what feels like hours, a small content smile on your face as you feel his warmth spreading all throughout your body and leak out from where his cock fills you up.
When he finally empties himself into you, he falls forward, which in turn makes you fall underneath him. You groan at his heavy weight, to which he apologizes before rolling off of you. You both lay there panting, trying valiantly to catch your breath beside Nanami. He looks over at you, how pretty you looked all fucked out and smiling back at him.
“What’s my grade for getting you off then, teach?” You tease him with a wink. Nanami groans, throwing his forearm over his eyes as he huffs under his breath.
“A zero if you don’t stop.” He huffs, to which you only laugh harder. Fuck, you could get used to teasing him like this, especially if the blush really does go down to his chest.