GREEDY | jjk

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It was tense, sultry, undignified. 

The women of the crowd held themselves poised in dainty laced bodysuits, fishnets, or skin-tight frilled corsets. But that physical illusion of serenity was quite contradictory to their thoughts - it was representative of the immense surging heat before a lightning strike. 

For they all knew what was about to come, and each woman greedily wanted their fair share.

As Choso had departed, the neon hues of spotlights shifted into a brilliant tangerine to welcome the sweet indulgence of intimacy for the women of the crowd like the taste of citrus. The speakers' tune shifted into a new melody, one that the crowd recognized with cheers and roused gasps.

Hypnotically charming steps onstage brought to expose an alluring man, his broad stature and willing confidence exuding effortless sensuality. Toji's tantalizing presence alone brought forth stimulation to each member of the crowd, eyes widening and pulses stuttering as he awoke dark parts of them they didn't remember existing. 

But what he wore overtop of his swollen muscles was just plain dirty. The tattered belt donning on his waist around cargo pants held a number of tools and intricately laced leather pockets holding wrenches, screwdrivers, or pliers. 

He made sure that the audience recognized his full physique, the zipper of his pants being conspicuously undone and accentuating the bulge pressing against a pair of white briefs. 

Hearts fluttered and chatters of elation ensued at the sight, playing into the fantasy of a man who was good with his hands - one who'd scour to find all the erogenous zones, working tirelessly just to pleasure. 

He toyed coquettishly with the belt on his waist as the song pervaded through the speakers, a veined hand running along his bulge to passionately tease the crowd who were all tossing tattered bills in appreciation.

Toji slid smoothly on nimble feet along the floor, each movement following along with the beat as equally mesmerizing as it was arousing. His hips rolled ingratiatingly, thick digits fingering with the waistband of his rugged pants. 

It all seemed so effortless - the way he roused each woman as their dignities escaped them.

The way Toji grinded his hips or slid or spun around seemed lackadaisical, but it was all perfected to cater to the crowd - making pulses stutter as they flirted with their erotic imaginations. 

One glossy skip downstage allowed him to sit up along his knees, the stunningly formed muscles of his torso exposed as each grinding movement against the floor brought them to flex - the citrus tones of the spotlights defined them like chisels on a marble statue. 

A fluid spin on his knees and he was back on his feet to address the women of the crowd with smirked winks in suave. Singling out one in a stunningly intricate lace bodysuit and pumped gladiator heels that entwined around her calves like thin snakes, Toji curled two veined fingers to invite her to indulge in her desires onstage.

The young woman stepped up from her seat in jitters with a flushed face and an immense grin, Toji positioning his hips behind her as he ran his hands along the intimate curves of her waist. One small manipulation of her body and Toji had her cradled up in his arms, pumped heels wrapped around his waist.

The fervent energy of the room reverberated around the walls, resonating into the floor that pounded with bass and shook into fluttering heartbeats. Echoed screams of elation ensued at the sight of Toji grinding his hips brashly against the impassioned woman, his arms enveloping her and bouncing her weight with ease. 

Bills were scattered and thrown in a sea onstage, cheers and ear-piercing whistles intensifying. One blink and you'd miss it - one movement and his pants were strewn to the side, the taut white briefs framing his distinguished bulge and driving the women mad with desire. 

The young woman hadn't even returned to her designated seat before one other was being approached. Toji pressed his broad knee between another woman's bare thighs along the chair while her hands and gaze roamed his swollen chest in admiration. 

His thumb reached intimately behind his waistband as he smirked with scarred lips in cockiness, stretching his briefs to allow her to slip folded bills behind them. Toji rolled his hips in an effortlessly fluid manner along her lap as his head craned into her neck, his hands grasping hers and dragging them along his abdomen, defined v-line, and down to his briefs.

The crowd around him was immensely energetic, a shower of cash flinging towards his body as the song began to fade out. Cash was slid behind his briefs, stuffed into pockets of his belt, or tossed onto the floor in a pool, each piece of paper representing the lust each woman held in the dark, erotic corners of their souls. 

Toji stepped back as jeers echoed throughout the hazed space, returning backstage through a small entrance on the side as the women's outbursts of gratification and dissent escaped together in contrast like sugar and salt.

Choso skipped back onstage affably, the same checkered shirt and whistle donning on his brawny body as the lights shifted back to his tailored sapphire and blood-red neon hues. "How are my pretty ladies, feelin' good? How 'bout our next, yeah?"

Nobara leaned in against your cheek, muttering over the pulsing music, "is it bad that I'm just a little excited?"

"Oh, please," you scoffed out in attempts to show disagreement, despite the heightened fluttering of your heartbeat - something you'd refuse to admit. "This is something only desperate people enjoy, let alone watch."

The crowd's outbursts surged, echoes of "Nanami!" emanating through the metal rafters of the ceiling. 

"I'm not that greedy."