Omori(her)boy

Late, late, late!
Tsuki decided she would bust down the door. Not only did this lazy jerk make her miss the bus by not being there, but now she's going to be late for the meetup! Dinner at the new pizza place at 4:30. Practically a whole day to get ready. Enough for anyone to make it in time. When she knocked on his door she heard him say he'd be there at the bus stop later, but he wasn't. She would have abandoned him, but Bobbi somehow talked her into walking all the way back to the dorm and drag him back. What did she see in that scarcely seen dormmate? Tsuki scoffed. At least Frisky showed up on time.
The door was unlocked. The lights were off, but she knew Omoriboy would be in there. Tsuki swung the door open, making a loud bang as it hit the wall.
"Just where the hell have you been, you-"
In the darkened room she saw a pasty boy illuminated by a screen. He was under the covers, but she saw the way he squirmed and looked at her. The screen was just barely in her line of sight. She saw some scantily clad busty black haired girl posing for the camera. There was a tissue box by the laptop, and a black cat that had been startled awake and bolted out of the room at the sudden loudness. Her frown sharpened into a grimace.
"Were you seriously wasting this day jacking off after Bobbi bothered to invite you? Oh my god, is this what you've been doing all the time in here?! You sick, disgusting pervert." Her mind connected all the times she caught him staring at her. He so rarely left his room that those moments stood out.
She could see his bleary eyes, probably damaged from being in a dark room and looking at a screen all day, struggling to focus on her.
"um...i'm a bit-" Was all he could say before she snapped again.
"Oh, don't say a thing. You do this shit all the time, don't you? You're always locked up in this room. Here we are trying to do something nice and invite you out to some human interaction, only for you to lie saying you'll be there, and now I've missed the bus! We're both going to be late now because I know Bobbi will get on my case if I don't get you there. Get the fuck up and get dressed."
He looked between her and the laptop screen with a dumb expression. "well, I...I was going to get ready. I just lost track of the time, and-"
"Oh sure! Sure!" She snapped while crossing her arms. "I bet you were."
"yes!" He let out a weak shout. "i was...really." His voice sounded bad. He hadn't spoken all day, hadn't he? Or maybe he killed it from moaning. Ugh.
"Well? Are you going to get ready? We don't have all day."
There was a pause. "can't I just...finish up? I'll be out soon. I'll be at the bus stop later."
Her eyes widened in a maddened look. Like a woman possessed, she suddenly stormed right over to him with loud stomps. Omoriboy recoiled and shot up like she was about to hit him or something worse, but instead she suddenly fell down at his bedside on her knees and glared up at him.
"You know what? Fine. Fine! I'll let you finish up."
Tsuki didn't fully understand why she decided to do this, let alone want to, but dammit she didn't trust this perverted fuck to keep his word and really didn't want to put up with whatever she might have to deal with if she ends up at the pizza place without him.
With one swift motion, Tsuki reached down and pulled her blue sweater off over her head. The chest that this boy ogled when he got the chance exposed itself. Tsuki's sweater was tight enough and her chest big enough that it lifted her breasts upwards with the sweater, giving him a good look at the underside of her boobs before they fell back into place with a satisfying bounce. They were so big. They looked even bigger freed from the sweater, rising and falling with Tsuki's harsh breathing. Omoriboy stared at her large breasts held by a bra like he was looking at the holy grail.
A quick "Here." caused the boy to raise his vision. He could see the look of pure contempt on her face, drilling into him harsher than any pair of eyes he'd probably ever seen, real or otherwise. "Finish up. Use my chest to masturbate. It'll be faster."
He looked at her. His unfocused eyes wobbled. "what...?"
"Seriously." She grumbled, regretting those unfamiliar words the second she spoke them. "I don't want us to be any later, so hurry up."
Omoriboy didn't ask twice. He quickly scrambled to position himself so his cock was in front of her. The look of disgustful contempt on her face didn't dissuade him at all, and he stuck it through the bottom of her chest and started playing with them. His rod felt hot between her mounds, but his hands were surprisingly cold. He ran his hands over her breasts, touching and squeezing as his cock rubbed between them. He was squeezing hard enough to hurt just a little bit. All his pale, withered face looked at her with a sense of awe. Like a dying person in the desert who found an oasis. Ugh.
"Just because it's the only time you'll ever feel a pair of tits, doesn't mean you get to be so rough." She crossed her arms again. It pushed her chest up. Omoriboy's hands and fingers sometimes found their way under her bra and brushed against her nipples. The sensation startled her. She'd touched herself there before sometimes, but it was different with another set of hands. He moved one of his hands under her bra which pushed a cold palm against her nipple. Something must have ticked in his brain because he was starting to thrust his dick now. Desperate thrusts which pushed the hot feeling rod between her chest, moistened by sweat and something else. Tsuki felt her gaze weaken for a second, but blinked and returned to a glare.
"Come on, you have to be almost done. Just cum already. We could miss the next bus." Dammit, why did this have to happen to her?
She hated that look on his face. He was getting off on this a lot more than she thought he would. Tsuki knew he was pathetic, but wow...he's so happy.
She trembled a little. Her posture lost some of its rigidness. His dick was so hot between her chest, and that heat was digging its way into her head.
"hehe..." She heard his breathless voice mumble. "so hot..." The hand still under her bra squeezed her hard.
"Ah-" Tsuki's composure shattered. Her eyes widened, but she hardened them back into a glare. She did not-he is not-!
His thrusts got faster as he squeezed her chest righter. It hurt, but she didn't say anything outside from grumble. She heard some kind of groan come from him as she felt his cock violently tremble. She felt something hot splat on her face, land on top of her chest. Shortly after a warm liquid was He started breathing heavily, eyes fixing on the wall behind her. It took a few seconds for Tsuki to find her voice.
"Weren't you masturbating all day? Where'd all this come from?" She looked at his cock let out one last pathetic droplet of semen which pooled with the rest, flowing between her chest and getting it even more sticky. Such a mess.
Tsuki paused. He wasn't looking right at her right now. On impulse, she licked what was closest to her face. It was warm and salty. Eugh...
Had she really just done this? Let this pale misanthropist pervert that jacks off to woman on the internet fuck her chest just to get him to a pizza place faster? Was she really this pathetic? Maybe Bobbi would do something this crazy, but not her. She's not a slut.
"Get your hands off me." Her tone didn't have half as much bite as Tsuki wanted. A flash of frustration ran through her.
Thankfully he did. Slowly, enough for his palm to run across her nipple, a finger brushing across it. Tsuki involuntarily inhaled.
"The-there." She said with an exhale. "You finished. Let's get cleaned up and get going." Not having time for a shower, she quickly cleaned off the fluids from her chest with tissues from conveniently placed tissue box. Sick pervert. He must do this kind of thing every single day. Tsuki sniffed. She could smell it. She could actually smell the semen still on her face. Gross. She quickly licked it off and started using the tissues on her chest. She could have dampened them with water, but the feel of being in a rush overtook her. Once finished, Tsuki put her beloved blue sweater back on-
Wait, did she lick more off her face earlier?
She did, didn't she.
Tsuki thought back to the feeling of his cock between her chest. The feeling of his hands. The uncomfortable smell of sweat. And now the disgusting taste still on her lips. How quickly she had decided that this is what she was going to do. With this perverted pasty hikikomori loser.
Like a bolt of lightning on a clear day, she remembered something Bobbi said to her once
"I know you can be nice, but you're so grouchy all the time! I bet you're just reaaallly sexually frustrated! You should find yourself a good guy to fix that!"
........
She needs to get laid. Fast.
"hello?" That dry, dying voice snapped her back to reality. She looked at him to see Omoriboy still had that dumb look on his face he usually did.
"Ugh, dammit, come on!" She stumbled before grabbing his hand and dragged him out of the room. He hadn't even gotten into real clothes, whatever. Tsuki dragged him out the door and felt his hand tighten around hers as he's uncompromisingly dragged into the cold cityscape of Alothe.

"What do you mean I have to pay?!" Tsuki whined as she looked at the spread across the table.
Bobbi gave a silly smile. "Well, we all agreed to it! Remember? We made a bet that the last person here had to pay for lunch today!"
Her anger had burned out from the ordeal earlier, but she could still feel indignation.
"Are you serious? I'm only late because you told me to make sure he got here." Tsuki's arms returned to their usual crossed position across her waist. It just exaggerated her chest's size. That's part of why Bobbi likes pissing her off.
"And I'm very thankful for that. Especially since nobody else showed up..." The rest of the invitees failed to make it. Was there a traffic jam or something? They literally had almost all day to prepare. Even Frisky wasn't here, and he usually has fuck all to do. What's up with that?
"Speaking of-" Tsuki continued. "Omoriboy's more late than I am, he wouldn't have even showed up. I think he should pay for this, especially since we're doing him a favor inviting him out. He'd have been all alone otherwise, and-" Tsuki caught herself almost mentioning what she did for him. "-and what kind of name is Omoriboy, anyways? It's a dumb name."
Bobbi giggled. "Well, it's a little less silly of a name than Tsuki." Tsuki grumbled, but let it slide this time. "Well, what do you think? Should Tsuki pay for our lunch today?" Bobbi slowly tilted her head and turned her eyes to the pale boy awkwardly sitting next to Tsuki, wearing monochrome clothes that stand out like a sore thumb, eyes wandering between almost anything.
He turned tot Bobbi, or at least his hazy eyes seemed like they were trying to focus on her as he said "sounds good."
Tsuki kicked his leg. Hard.