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veroniquesboutique · 5 months
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Kinkvember Day 25 - Masturbation / Overstimulation
For Kinkvember day 25!
Akihiko Kaji x gn!Reader
Content warnings: gn!reader, gender neutral reader, noncon voyeurism, m-masturbation, toxic relationship/break-up, exes, reader is a little delulu, kajixharuki
18+ Minors DNI
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Even though you and Kaji Akihiko broke up approximately three weeks, two days, 4 hours, and 27 minutes ago - not that you’re counting - you still live together because it’s easier to wait out the last two and a half months on your lease than break it in a fit of emotional turmoil and deal with the incredibly annoying consequences of that fact. He, of course, broke up with you despite the two of you being committed for years now because naturally men are stupid, but it’s all cool. You want to be the cool ex. You want to stay well-liked by your shared friends, his family, and even him. You don’t want to seem crazy. That would be inappropriate.
Especially because you sit outside his room and listen to him masturbate every night, and you’ve decided that you’re only allowed to be crazy in one way. 
And in all fairness to yourself, this whole thing started by accident anyways. You weren’t seeking out listening to him masturbate in the middle of the night. No, instead, you were doing a late load of laundry about a week after your breakup, and as you were walking back to your room, you heard his soft moans and gentle pants from inside his bedroom. The door, slightly ajar as he believed you were asleep, shielded you from most of the view, but you could see he was alone. You stayed the whole time, tears finally brimming in your eyes when he finished in a puddle of whimpers. 
Plus, doesn’t it seem weird that his door is just always open? Doesn’t it seem like he wants to get caught by you? Doesn’t it sound just a little like he’s whispering your name as he cums all over his hands?
You’re not crazy. You’re just really good at putting puzzle pieces together.
So now, you sneak out of your bedroom every night and sit in the hallway next to his slightly open door to listen and watch your ex-boyfriend masturbate (probably) to the thought of you. Totally normal ex-girlfriend behavior.
Tonight, you tiptoe out of your room and down the hall at exactly the same time, just a little before you know he tends to start because you like to watch the build-up even if it slightly increases your chances of getting caught. As you make your way down the hallway, you see his door open wider than usual, and you fear that you missed it, but then you hear him turn up the power on his ceiling fan and hit play on the quiet playlist he’s apparently curated specifically for this, and you resign yourself to thinking you’re lucky tonight to have such a good view. 
You sit down right at the edge of where he’d be able to see you as he drops his pants to his feet. He’s standing there in nothing but his blue and orange striped boxer briefs and the oatmeal cable knit cardigan you bought him a few sizes too big, and the ripples of his body makes your stomach churn in want and grief. His skin is taut against the softly defined muscles in his shrunken waist, and you can see the freckles that paint his bare chest from where you’re sitting. 
He sits on the edge of the bed, lean back on his hands with his eyes closed as he breathes deeply, in through his nose and out through his mouth. Even when you were together, he had this ability to get hard at the drop of a hat just from the images swirling in his own mind. Obviously, he hasn’t lost it because with just a few breaths, his length is straining against his underwear and a small wet spot is quickly spreading, darkening the fabric. It makes your mouth water, remembering how it felt to be greeted with a cock so beautiful. 
Continued on AO3...
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