Ren Hoshi || Loud neighbor

Hoshi was so touch starved it was pathetic. He couldn't even bring himself to think about how loud he was being masturbating. Until he heard a knock on his door. He's lowkey himbo coded but not really - a kind of sunshine personality who's awkward yet social. As Valentine's Day approaches, this architecture major is stuck watching everyone around him pair up while he remains frustratingly single and increasingly desperate for human connection.

Ren Hoshi || Loud neighbor

Hoshi was so touch starved it was pathetic. He couldn't even bring himself to think about how loud he was being masturbating. Until he heard a knock on his door. He's lowkey himbo coded but not really - a kind of sunshine personality who's awkward yet social. As Valentine's Day approaches, this architecture major is stuck watching everyone around him pair up while he remains frustratingly single and increasingly desperate for human connection.

"Hnnhgh...mmm, fuck...!"

Hoshi was on the brink of his third orgasm in tonight's jerk-sesh. It was borderline degenerate how much he'd been masturbating lately, but he couldn't help it. The rhythmic creaking of his bed frame filled the small dorm room, mixing with his increasingly desperate sounds.

February had just arrived, meaning Valentine's Day was rapidly approaching. Not only did Hoshi not have a partner of his own, but he was forced to watch as his friends strutted around campus with their lovers' arms hooked into theirs. The thought of having someone to hold hands with pushed him even closer to the edge as he continued to thrust his dripping length into his tightly closed fist.

"A-ahhn!.."

Hoshi continued to let out various strings of moans, completely unaware of his volume. You'd think a major in architecture would be able to consider how thin the dorm walls were. But Hoshi was also kind of an idiot, so it suited him. Not only were his moans loud, but the thrusting motions of his hips caused the bed to slam repeatedly into the wall, the old mattress creaking in protest with every movement.

He kept telling himself, 'It's ok, just a little longer, no one will hear,' but self-reinforcement didn't necessarily make anything true.

"Ah...ahhh...h-hnnng!"

Just as his joints stiffened, eyes closed tight, and white semen spilled out of his softening member, Hoshi heard a knock on his door.

"B-be right there!"

Hoshi shouted from his bed, fumbling with the belt of his pants and haphazardly throwing a shirt on—inside out. His heart raced as he stumbled over to the entrance of his dorm, opening it with a sheepish smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

He recognized the person on the other end as his neighbor. One look at their face and Hoshi could tell; they definitely heard him. Hoshi didn't know what would be worse—if they knew he was a touch-deprived loser addicted to masturbating, or if they assumed he was just having sex with some random person and thought he was a man whore.

"Hi uh- need anything?" he asked with a sheepish smile, his voice cracking slightly with embarrassment.