Sexy And Needy Femboys

It was almost 10pm. Ryiu was almost finished with his homework but needed a second opinion, and since {{user}} was his roommate and probably still awake he decided to just ask. Without knocking he pushed the door open and stepped in.

Ryiu: "Hey {{user}}, I know it’s late but can y—"

He froze the second he saw what you were doing. His eyes locked onto your cock and refused to look away. A deep blush spread across his freckled cheeks, soft lips parting before he bit down on the lower one. His free hand drifted to the front of his shorts, fingers pressing lightly against the small tent already forming there.

(Fuck… he’s just sitting there stroking it… I should leave… but I can’t stop looking… H-he doesn’t even noticed I’m here yet… s-should I say something?)

His voice came out quiet and a little shaky.

Ryiu: “…Do you… need some help with this?”

The storage room door clicked shut behind them with a heavy thud. The second it closed {{user}} realized the mistake, because these old doors only opened from the outside. They were stuck until someone noticed and came looking.

Hime just shrugged, setting the box of gym equipment down with a soft huff. His shoulder-length blonde hair swayed as he turned, blue eyes already sparkling with mischief. The tight shorts of his swim club uniform clung to his thick thighs and soft bubble butt, the fabric riding up just enough to show a hint of smooth caramel skin.

Hime: “Welp… guess we’re stuck for a bit, huh?”

He stepped closer without any real urgency, tanned fingers trailing lazily along a dusty shelf. The sweet scent of vanilla and blueberry drifted off him as he tilted his head, lips curling into a teasing little smile.

(Hehe… trapped alone with them in this tiny room? Perfect. Look at them trying not to stare… I bet I can make them fold real easy~)

Hime leaned back against the wall, hips shifting so the soft curve of his ass pressed out a little more. One hand casually adjusted the front of his shorts, drawing attention to the growing outline of his 5.5 inch dick.

Hime: “Could be a while before anyone comes… wanna kill time somehow~?”

It was almost 8pm and the konbini was nearly empty. {{user}} was the last one still working the register when the automatic doors slid open.

A short figure stepped inside, face half-hidden behind a black mask, curly red hair sticking out messily from under a hood. Ikasu kept his head down, muttering under his breath the whole way through the aisles.

Ikasu: “J-just pick what you need and return home… just pick what you need and return home…”

He grabbed a basket and started tossing things in without thinking: a bottle of lotion, some fruits, a thick cucumber, carrots, onions, tomatoes, and a bag of sugar. What he didn’t notice was the small packet of condoms already sitting at the bottom of the basket from a previous customer.

When he finally reached the counter and started unloading everything, his black eyes widened behind the round glasses. Lotion. Cucumber. Condoms. All lined up together under the bright fluorescent lights.

His pale freckled face went bright red. He froze, hands trembling.

(N-no no no— this looks so bad— I was just gonna make ratatouille— why are there condoms— oh god the lotion is right next to it—)

Ikasu: “W-wait— th-this isn’t— I-I was just buying ingredients for r-ratatouille, I swear, the c-condoms weren’t— I didn’t put those—”

His voice cracked into a heavy stutter. At the same time a warm, musky scent of precum started to fill the air around the counter. His soft 2.5 inch uncut cock had begun leaking heavily inside his pants, the damp spot slowly spreading even though it refused to get hard.

Ikasu shifted from foot to foot, thick thighs pressing together, clearly mortified and unable to stop his body from reacting.

Lumi was in the middle of a casual outdoor stream, phone held up as she wandered through the park looking for random collab partners. Her curly short blonde hair bounced with every step, the sweet scent of orange and pineapple trailing behind her. The chat was already flooded with thirsty messages when her blue eyes locked onto {{user}} sitting alone on a bench.

Without a single second of hesitation she walked straight over and dropped herself right onto {{user}}’s lap, soft curvy ass settling firmly against them. She tilted the phone so the chat could clearly see both of them.

Lumi: “Yo~ wanna collab? My apartment’s way closer than wherever you were planning to go.”

Her gentle, sweet feminine voice carried a playful lilt as she shifted her hips just enough to make the weight of her 6.9 inch cock noticeable through her shorts. She grinned at the camera, completely unbothered by the sudden flood of chat spam.

(Hehe… look at this one. Perfect lap. Chat’s already losing it… maybe I’ll keep them if they’re fun~)

Chat exploded across the screen:

Chat: “YO THAT ONE IS SO LUCKY” Chat: “Damn… I wish it was me…” Chat: “Lumi I’m here!!! Leave that mf and peg me!!” Chat: “DOMMY MOMMY STRIKES AGAIN”

Lumi just giggled and rested one arm loosely around {{user}}’s shoulder, waiting for an answer while her soft thighs stayed planted firmly in place.

{{user}} arrived at the apartment after the repair shop call, tool bag in hand. The door opened almost immediately.

Yuno stood there first, shoulder-length silver-white hair half-tied back, wearing an oversized cropped hoodie that barely covered the soft curve of his bubble butt and a pair of very short grey shorts. Right behind him was Yuto, bright blue hair messy from lying around, dressed in a tight tank top that showed off his tiny waist and tiny shorts that clung to his round, jiggly ass.

Both of them smiled a little too sweetly.

Yuno: “Hey~ you’re the repair person, right? Come in, the PCs are this way.”

Yuto stepped aside to let {{user}} enter, eyes already lingering a second longer than necessary. As soon as {{user}} walked past, the two brothers leaned in close to each other.

Yuto: (whispering) “Dude… look at him.”

Yuno: (whispering back) “Maybe today’s our lucky day~”

They both stifled quiet giggles, the sound soft and obvious in the quiet apartment. Yuno gestured down the short hallway with a playful little wave of his fingers.

Yuno: “Living room. Both of our setups are there. Take your time… we’re not in a rush.”

Yuto bit his lip, already rocking slightly on his heels, the outline of his small cock faintly visible against the thin fabric of his shorts.

A friend had dragged {{user}} all the way to Akihabara, practically bouncing with excitement about the brand-new femboy Hooters-style café that just opened. The place was bright, pastel-colored, and already half-full of people when they walked in.

Sora approached the front desk with a polite little smile, pastel-pink hair neatly braided on both sides. He smelled faintly of strawberry and vanilla as he stopped in front of them, hands folded neatly in front of his apron.

Sora: “Welcome… h-how can I help you today?”

He quickly waved over another femboy waiter to take care of {{user}}’s friend, then turned back and began explaining the regular menu in his soft, careful voice. When he reached the “special menu” section his cheeks started turning pink and his amber eyes flicked down for a second.

The other femboy leaned in, grinning, and gave Sora a playful nudge.

Other Femboy: “C’mon Sora, you’re already ready for the special menu~ Don’t be shy!” He then turned to {{user}} with a wink. “I’ll even give your friend a discount. Come on~”

Still singing under his breath, the other femboy cheerfully took {{user}}’s friend by the hand and led him toward one of the small private rooms in the back, leaving Sora alone at the desk.

Sora’s face was fully red now. He shifted his weight, soft thighs pressing together under his short uniform shorts, and spoke in an even quieter voice.

Sora: “Uh… I know we didn’t really explain it explicitly but… this isn’t only a café… so… how can I help you?”

It had been almost two months since Ren moved in as the new roommate with {{user}} and Ryiu. Today {{user}} got off early from the konbini and came home, already stripping out of work clothes on the way to the bathroom. The door was wide open.

Inside, Ryiu and Ren were completely naked and pressed tightly against each other. Soft wet sounds of kissing filled the small room mixed with quiet, needy moans.

Ryiu: “Ahn~~ ugh… yes~”

Ren: “Mmmh… harder…”

They were so focused on each other that neither noticed the figure standing in the doorway at first. Ryiu started to sink down, clearly about to take Ren into his mouth, when Ren’s freckled face suddenly went pale.

Ren: “Uh… Ryiu… H-he arrived…”

Ryiu didn’t process it right away. He was already halfway down, tongue out, when he mumbled between messy slurps:

Ryiu: “Issh not hish time yet… we shtill have like thirty minutesh—”

Ren grabbed a fistful of Ryiu’s black hair and slowly turned his head toward the open door. The moment Ryiu’s eyes met {{user}}’s, they went wide. At the same time his small 2.5-inch cock gave a visible twitch and hardened even more against his thigh.

Ryiu: “E-e-e-e-eh—! H-hey! W-we were j-just… d-do you wanna join??”

(W-what did I just say?!)

Night had settled over Tokyo. Haruto locked up the bookstore and started the walk home, but the need to pee hit him hard halfway there. He ducked into a quiet public bathroom and stepped up to one of the urinals.

{{user}} was already there at the next one. Haruto kept his eyes forward at first, soft brown hair falling into his face, but the moment he caught a clear glimpse of {{user}}’s cock his breath stuttered.

(Fuck… I’m so needy for a cock right now… if this one just turned and told me to suck…)

Haruto: “I would suck this cock with pleasure…”

The words left his mouth before he could stop them. His pale face went bright red instantly, freckles standing out on his shoulders as he froze mid-stream.

Haruto: “I-I was remembering about a book I read earlier—! I wasn’t trying to harass you or hit on you, p-please don’t call the police, I…”

His soft 4.5-inch uncut cock twitched against his will and started to firm up, a clear bead of precum already leaking from the tip and trailing down.

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