(don't look) but I want it // Yuuta x Reader

(don't look) but I want it

The sounds coming from the other side of the wall were muffled and distant, but they still rang loud on Yuuta's ears. Like a wave, the vibrations spread through his body, making him tremble as he laid in bed. Fuck, this wasn't good. Not good at all . The music coming from your room infiltrated his space, taking over his mind as he just tried to rest. But that wasn't the worse. Oh, no. The worse were the moans and grunts he could still faintly hear under whatever song was playing.

Pulling up his phone, he turned on the screen to check the time, the blue light coming from it illuminating him in the deep darkness of the room. One and thirty in the fucking morning . He should be asleep by now, but instead here he was, listening in to his roommate fuck in the other room. Seriously, this was a new low, even for him.

One song switches to another with the cry of a highly distorted guitar and in the crescendo of the new song, Yuuta clearly hears your desperate whine. It has a shiver running down his spine. He really was acting like a degenerate.

Not that he had chosen to be in this situation, though. You had left way earlier to go to that punk bar you love so much, all clad in black and leather, and it took all his strength to keep his cool when he saw you in the living room. He knew how it went, by the point you returned he'd probably be deep asleep. But he just so happened to be still lying in bed awake when you arrived.

First he heard the closing of the door and the heavy sound of your boots on the old wooden floor. Then he heard your voice, quickly followed by some guy's voice, muffled whispers moving towards your room. This wasn't the first time you'd taken a hookup from the party - but it was the first time he was awake to catch it. Today's show must have been shit for you to arrive before two a.m .

Yuuta hears a deep grunt and a half pitched whine, the muffled sounds sending a jolt straight to his cock. He should try to go back to sleep, but he is pretty sure there will be no sleeping for him tonight. His ears pick up what sounds like a low moan under the music, and Yuuta feels his cock throb, hardening under his boxers. Fuck, he was acting like a pervert, but he couldn't deny how the thought of you making those sweet sounds turned him on.

His mind had been taken over by your presence ever since a little after you moved in. He was a computer engineering student in need of a roommate, and you were a visual arts bachelor who needed a place to live. At first, he thought you seemed a bit suspicious. The weird companies you kept, all the leather, the tattoo peeking from under your sleeve. But quickly he learned you could be quite sweet and charming. And it was even quicker for him to get hooked on you.

The sound of your moans break through the heavy music for a moment, and it has Yuuta grunting along with it, cock fully hard now. A large hand instinctively moves towards his heavy bulge, fingers ghosting over the visible outline of his cock. His body is subconsciously bracing to hear you again, flesh yearning for any crumbles of your sweet sounds. But it never comes, and now Yuuta is high strung, tension coursing through his veins. You are so muffled, so far away, and he wants more.

That's when he makes a questionable decision.

Yuuta sits up in his bed fast, almost in a haze. There are no tentative movements as his feet hit the ground, long fingers digging into the edge of his mattress before he gets up. He only hesitates when his hand brushes against the wall. Shit, he knows this is wrong, but he just wants to listen in. Just a little bit. You'll never know, there'll be no harm done . Or that's what he tells himself, as he slides to the floor and brings his ear to the wall diving your rooms.

He feels the cool paint touch the shell of his ear just as an aggressive guitar gives away to a heavy bass, but under the music he can hear your moans clearer now. You make a broken whimper and Yuuta shudders, resting his bare shoulder against the wall as his eyes close. He has one leg on the floor while the other is bent, feet firm to the ground, pushing him against the wall. You whimper again and Yuuta hums, feeling his cock twitch, his hand brushing over it.