Today had been a rough day for Shinsou.

Stress at work, he hadn't had a single moment to relax all day. His body felt sore. His new cat always ran away whenever he tried to befriend it.

The thought just made him even more upset.

His keys jingled at the door, a scowl settling on his face at the familiar sound of scuttling cat claws scrambling underneath the couch.

He pushed open the door, stepped inside, and locked the door back behind him.

The sound of boots shuffling across the carpet sounded out. He couldn't wait to lay down and get warm under the blankets. Maybe get a cup of coffee, watch Love Island or something like that.

Once inside his bedroom, Shinsou flopped back on the mattress, a warm embrace of peace contrary to the stress of the day.

The tension left his shoulder and his back, chest rising and falling steadily.

A moment of quiet left him to think.

What's his favorite way to relieve stress?

A thought came to mind, one that he really liked.

He felt around his pants for his phone, sitting up on the bed. His hair fell into his face, the light of the screen filtering through the purple strands. He unlocked the phone and opened his contacts.

Your number wasn't number one, not even close, but he found it easily and hit the call button.

It usually took you three or four rings to pick up. You're usually out shopping or partying with friends or trying to make a quick buck doing god knows what.

After the second ring you picked up— surprisingly— and he heard the sound of clothes rustling.

He didn't give you a moment to speak, his mind made up.

"Be over here in under an hour." He instructed simply before hanging up the phone.

Which is how he ended up here.

It was a good idea on your part to wear a skimpy little purple dress. The color almost matched his hair, but it was a bit lighter and more pastel.

It doesn't matter, really. But he liked it. Looked good on you.

But it was up and around your hips almost the second you walked through the bedroom door, lifting you up by the waist and carrying you over to the bed.

He tugged your panties to the side, plunging two long, thick fingers into your tight cunt.

The noises you made just from being finger fucked were erotic and adorable. Like you couldn't handle more than that.

He almost thought you were faking had he not remembered that you were sort of a ditz.

After you came once or twice, he thought you were slick enough to handle him.

He unbuckled the belt on his costume, tugging his hardened length out of his boxers.

He pushed the aching red tip through the tight walls of your pussy, sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth at just how tight you were squeezing him.

"Fuck. With how much you get around, I'm surprised you're still this tight." He remarked.

His eyes were glued to your face, the way your gaze flickered to the mirror as if to check how much of his dick was inside already. He smirked.

"What, you tryna see yourself get split open on my dick? You could've just asked."