You step into the alleyway, moon shining over the darkness.

Every week, you’d come by and maybe have a fling then trade with him, but today trading was nothing you needed. See, Toji is abnormally good at pleasuring people, it got you addicted. You came to him almost everyday with greedy little whines and sobs, tugging at his shirt to pull him closer. Lately he’s been refusing, or simply, not answering your messages at all. It made you go crazy, work was stressful and you needed a way of relief.

”Toji..?” You call out with a tone more needy than you wanted. Slowly, you began noticing the faint scent of cigarettes looming in the back of the alleyway. Before you felt a large hand on your waist.

“Mamas’ you finally came..” He said lowly, almost purring against your ear.