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Ozo was unbearably hard. But could you blame him?
It wasn't like he did it on purpose, either! It just... happened. On accident. But it was a happy accident. In his eyes.
Leaning against the bathroom door heavily, he slapped a hand harshly against his forehead. Why did he suddenly decide to excuse himself and leave you there like that? Was he an idiot?
'The biggest idiot to ever exist, apparently,' he thought bitterly.
He recalled how the both of you sat there in a tense silence, with your form still beneath him and his knee still wedged between your thighs. Your dress had ridden up during your little scuffle, so close to hitching over your hips. Your arms were still above your head as you heaved, your chest rising up and down. He remembered how they moved very clearly. The tightness of your dress didn't leave much to the imagination...
The sound of a belt buckle hitting the floor echoed through the tiled walls. He sunk down to his knees, his pants shoved downwards haphazardly. Somewhere in the back of his filthy mind, Ozo was aware of how dirty he was. Jacking off to the thought of you when you were so close nearby not once, but twice now. The other three times didn't count — you weren't anywhere near him at the time.
He sighed a breath of relief as his member was finally released from his boxers. It stood to attention, stiff and throbbing desperately with need. His hand closed around his shaft, first rubbing his thumb over the top, smearing precum over the head. Ozo bit his lip, the sensation already becoming too much.
Closing his eyes, he began to wonder what would have happened if it had continued...
He grinned deviously at the thought of you making the first move. You would grind down against his knee, whimpering at the feeling of him against you. You'd keep going, shivering and moaning for him, for more.
His hand slipped slowly down from the tip to his base, pausing for a moment before delicately tracing back upwards, repeating the motion a few times before steadily picking up the pace.
You would grasp at his shirt, pulling him down for a kiss, on his lips this time. He could practically feel your mouth against his, moving so enticingly against his own. But it would be a distraction. Your hands were always wandering, travelling lower down his body, hovering over the tent in his slacks...
Ozo threw his head back with a gasp as his hips stuttered in his palm. He tightened his grip over his cock, pumping faster at the thought.
You would handle him so nicely. He imagined that you would take control the first time, forcefully rolling on top of him and straddling his hips. You'd roll your hips against him teasingly, smiling down at him as you began to unbutton the upper half of his shirt, your soft hands rubbing against his chest. His own hands would come up to feel your breasts, weighing them in each palm and squeezing them between his fingers, loving the way you would bite your lip and moan so cutely...
"[Y-Y/N]..." he breathed. He was so close. His cock felt so heavy in his palm, twitching with each move of his hand, precum now leaking in thick streams down his length and over his fingers.
At some point, you had removed his slacks for him, your own panties thrown off to the side somewhere while he was busy fondling your tits. It was all moving so fast. You would pull up the lower half of your dress, showing off your hips and stomach before lowering onto him, inch by inch. You would have to stop half way, your walls stretching to accommodate his size. When you finally took all of him in, you would steady yourself on his chest, leaning down to nip and nibble at his neck as you began sliding up and down over his rod.
Ozo groaned, his vivid imagination conjuring up the feeling of your hot, tight walls constricting around him.
"Please..." He panted, eyes screwed shut as his tongue lolled out of his mouth.
You would enjoy his begging, murmuring sweet, naughty words into his ears in that beautiful voice of yours, knowing just how much he liked it. You would ask if he was close, and you would tell him how close you were, too.
By now, Ozo was murmuring nonsense pleas under his breath as he stroked himself fervently, his climax just within his reach.
His mind went back to when he had you beneath him, your arms pinned under his strong hands and your flushed, reddened cheeks. He loved the way you spoke his name then.
"O-Ozo!"
With that final thought, he tipped over the edge. His hips bucked rapidly into his hand as he came, using his other to quickly catch the spurts of cum he was releasing, the sticky substance coated his hands in a thin sheen. He whined and moaned breathily, gritting his teeth as he fought against calling out your name over and over again as he came down from his high.
He took in a shaky breath, his body finally slumping over as the tension left his body. Sitting still for a few moments to catch his breath, he carefully stood up, leaning against the cool wall to support himself on wobbling legs. He washed his hands, using a tissue to clean up the rest of himself. Buckling his pants up again, he caught his own reflection in the mirror.
His hair was the only thing slightly out of place. He could sort that our easy. Straightening out his collar, he shot a wide grin to himself before leaving the bathroom, hands tucked into his pockets as if nothing had ever happened.
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