<3 fucking dick grayson while his mask is still on
''y'like that?" dick whispers against your neck, his warm breath tickling your skin as you felt the pace of his thrusts growing faster. you could barely contain your moans, you felt his cock twitching inside you when he heard how absolutely lewd you sounded. your eyes made contact with his domino mask, which you could immediately sense the smug glint in his eyes.
"look at me, baby." his hand gripped your jaw, forcing you to face his direction. his relentless pounding was almost too much, tears were streaming down your face as you looked up at him. god, he loves your pretty eyes.
his head dove down on your breasts, taking your nipple in his mouth as his satisfied groans sent vibrations on your skin. your legs wrapped even tighter around his waist- you felt his lips forming into a grin when he felt your pussy clenching around his shaft, indicating your release while leaving sloppy kisses all over your breasts. the lewd display looked like he wanted to swallow you whole. you felt the material of his nomex mask against you, possibly stained from his own saliva. "taste so good, baby- fuck.''
he lifted his head to admire your face, slowly feeling his upcoming orgasm as well. ''baby? you gonna cum?'' you were too fucked dumb to even form a coherent sentence, all you could do was nod helplessly- mumbling a quiet ''yes''- which earned an affectionate chuckle from him. he lifted your leg to rest it on his shoulder , drilling his cock deeper inside you until he reached your g-spot.
''dick, please-!'' you manage to breathe out your nails were digging on his back. "come on, sweetheart. cum for me, please?'' dick let out a painful groan combined with pleasure at the contact, moaning loudly as thick ropes of cum errupted inside you. conveniently, you came at the same time as him. after he pulled out, he collapsed beside you and wrapped his arms around your spent body, burrying his face on your neck while muttering praises against your skin. ''you did so well.'' he placed a quick tender kiss on your lips, ''pretty baby. i love you so much.'' all you could see on his face is a pure look of love, while his tight embrace felt protective.
''i love you too, dick.'' you smiled softly against his hair, gently caressing him.
"also, your mask is still on.''
a/n: breh my grammar is so whack here forgive me please and yes im still alive
synopsis: you're everything he wants. and yet, you're never around for long. he'd give you every bit of him; show every inch of his heart... if only you wanted that. wc: 2.8k
cw: 18+ mdni. mostly angst, some smut; f!reader x older m!, implied age gap, flaky!reader, (reader is emotionally unavailable and kinda mean) ((f in male dominated fields!1!)), plot with sprinkle of porn, one sided love, fwb, protected p in v, crying during sex, cowgirl position of doom and despair, no use of y/n
note: fairy's first angst ( ܸ. .)՞ . i saw this post months ago by mintmatcha, n it never left my mind. and then i kept listening to "Only When ur Lonely" by ginuwine, andd.. here we are! i like sad old men okay, sue me.
both of your—other forms of entertainment, lets say–are busy. your favorite one is out of state for a business trip. second favorite isn't free until much later tonight, and you know he'll be sleepy after just one round.
so in the meantime, you text your (admittedly least favorite) older 'friend'. there's nothing inherently wrong with him that sets him so low on your roster. he treats you kindly, is really attractive, has a big—
the problem, is that sometimes you notice his eyes lingering; studying your face in a very specific way. you've seen that look before, the one men give their love interest in cheesy romcoms. like he's mentally planning out the rest of his days with you in them.
and that makes your skin crawl a little. this, whatever this is, is just a fun, casual way to spend your young adult years. so the things he's clearly thinking about–but never says, makes you suppress a shudder whenever you do notice it. at least the sex is great enough to ignore it. for now.
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there's a warm scent of summer, aftershave, and your vanilla lotion mixed together sweetly in the room. the evening sun is starting to sit low in the sky; casting cozy rays through the window.
you're naked and straddling his waist, finger drawing small shapes on his bare chest, while you idly nibble at what little leftover lipgloss is on your lower lip from kissing so roughly—absentmindedly thinking about what you'll tell your other date later tonight once he sees seed already leaking from your cunt—when you feel a hand gently rub your arm, more hesitant than usual.
suppressing a sigh, you start mentally praying that he doesn't begin what you're dreading. he already seemed a bit.. needy over text.
'haven't heard from you in a while, sweetheart. not avoiding me, are you?'
'it's only been two weeks lol'
'that's a little long for radio silence. what, can't miss my girl?'
his girl. what did he mean by that? you're not in the mood for that conversation. not tonight. you have more pressing matters. like… what lingerie should you wear for your second favorite dilf later? lacy panties? blue maybe? you wore that last time though..
"sweetheart," he says quietly, breaking you from your thoughts, thumb rubbing back and forth over your forearm.
you don't lift your gaze from his chest to look at him, just internally chanting a 'don'tstartdon'tstart–'
"hm?"
his thumb pauses and out comes a breath he didn't realize he was holding in. "i've been thinking.. about us."
ugh. not the first time he's said that. but it was at least at dinner the last few times. was easier to shut him up with a mention of drinks, or a menu shoved in his face and a 'okay hold that thought, we should get dessert, yeah?'. no escape this time.
"'m gettin' too old to keep–" he motions between you both with his free hand, "playin' hooky like this. i.. wanna settle down, y'know?"
you feel his eyes studying your face, and yet despite knowing he's watching your reaction, you still cringe a little. reflex.
muttering "that's not even the right term.." you crawl off his lap, much to his dismay—did he upset you somehow?
his hand falls flat on the bed while you turn to swing your legs off the side. "just say hookups. and its not even really hookups, we hang out too." you start staring at the floor. "have you seen my lipgloss?"
"no, i haven't–" he cuts himself off. hang outs? that's what you call him taking you to low candlelit dinners?
he clears his throat. "but wouldn't you like more than just occasional dates– uhm, hangouts..?"
you're up before he can say much else, already looking around for your underwear under the guise of checking for your tube of gloss.
you lift a thrown towel, check behind the tv, open the drawer. you swear fabric shouldn't be this elusive. he's saying something else but you aren't really hearing it. where is your underwear?
"baby." he's exasperated, brows starting to pinch together when you don't answer. "is that really important right now?" he starts peeling the blanket off from around his waist. "i.. i'm tryin' to have a serious discussion with you."
you'd roll your eyes but theres a mirror in front of you, giving a full view of the bed where he sits, still peering at your expression. a mirror facing the bed was such a lovely idea in the moment of sex..
"god, i'm still listening. can't i multitask?" your tone is a little more clipped than you'd meant, but you're starting to feel a bit claustrophobic in here all of a sudden. it's a weird temperature; sweat from your recent coupling is sticking uncomfortably to your skin.. june bugs outside too loud.. tripping over strewn about pillows.. where the hell is your panties?!
he watches you scour the room for another minute before breathing out a deep sigh. he's up and next to you in a few strides, hand reaching out to settle atop your shoulder, a little firmer than his earlier touch.
"that can wait." he sounds more stern than you're used to. he's spinning you around to face him, and all that sternness you suspected disappears when you see he's already gazing into your eyes like a hurt puppy.
"just…" he speaks softer, hoping it'll help ease your nerves some. "let me have your full attention for this, okay?"
you hesitate for a beat before nodding slightly. fingers crossed. 'dontsayit..'
he carefully takes your hand in his. "being with you these past few months has been so good. wonderful." rough thumb rubbing against your knuckle carefully. your fingers twitch involuntarily.
"you're more than just… some fuck buddy i hang out with, baby."
slowly, he guides your hand to his chest to press your palm flat over his heart. you can feel how clammy his skin is, how fast that organ is beating under your hand. "so much more." his eyes bore into yours; hopeful and filled with something else you don't even wanna acknowledge.
everything in you is screaming to move. running outside naked somehow seems better than this. you're not sure what to say, so you stay silent with widened eyes like a deer in headlights. which he takes as a positive sign–somehow–to keep going.
"i.. i want us to be official." he swallows, nervous.
you feel the a strong urge to shake your head vehemently.
his fingers ever so gently tighten around your hand, anchoring himself to this moment with you. when you still don't say anything, he takes a slow, deep inhale and goes to rip off the bandaid. "sweetheart, i'm in l—"
BZZZZZT
BZZZT
your phone on the nightstand starts vibrating, cutting him off and making you blink rapidly–effectively breaking you out of whatever shocked trance you were in. you've never been happier to hear a buzz. you could marry whoever's calling! well… maybe just kiss.
"hold on, 'kay?" you're stepping past him like he wasn't even speaking—laying his heart out for you.
his mouth falls open slightly. shocked that the moment was ruined, but mostly by the fact that you didn't even ignore the call. your ear is pressed to the phone almost instantly, listening intently to whoever's speaking. why couldn't you do that with him..?
he reaches for you again. "baby–" but he's cut off by you going 'shhh', holding up a finger and asking for a minute. a weird mix of shame and hurt starts to settle across his bare skin. he's exposed in more ways than he can count.
to add insult to this extraordinary injury, you're actively getting dressed now and giggling while on the call.
he plops back down onto the mattress with a blank expression, arms resting on his legs as he watches you flit about the room as if he's not there anymore. how many times are you gonna avoid this? sighing, he pulls on his sweatpants.
you flip some of the sheets over, phone tucked between your shoulder and ear while you search around. at this point, he knows you're looking for your underwear, yet you won't say anything. won't ask for help.
but if only you said something. he could've told you he tucked your panties in his pants pocket, way back when undressing you earlier; just wanted something to remind him of you. he can't help missing you when you're away for weeks.
not that he'll tell you now. seems like you're doing anything to avoid conversing with him. avoiding acknowledging what he said before that dumb phone rang.
seemingly haven given up on your search, you breathe out a huff before telling whoever on the phone that you'll 'talk later' and end the call. "ughh, whatever. i'll just buy another one."
well, surely you'll ask him where it is now.
you tuck your phone in the bag slung over your shoulder, bending at the waist to give his cheek a quick peck.
"that was my friend. i'm running a little late for something. we can catch up later, okay?"
he blinks. "wait– what?" you're leaving him. this late. and without panties on. what the fuck?
he gets up from the bed, brows furrowed, looking as if he's about to gain three new wrinkles on his forehead. "with who?"
you accidentally let out a snort at his tone–quickly trying to cover it by clearing your throat. "i said a friend. you wouldn't know if i said a name anyway." you slip your shoes on and head towards the door.
"i'll call whenever i get home." the knob twists in your palm, but you startle a little as a big hand clamps around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. you turn to see his jaw clenched tight.
"this fun for you? never communicating with me?" his fingers tighten slightly, feeling your pulse. "were you even listening? you're dodging everything i've said." his eyes bore into your own; unblinking. yet you're finding ways to avoid his gaze again.
"i just.. have other things on my mind–a lot going on. you know that." you don't even fully believe your own words. "plus my ride's already outside. can't we do this another time?"
"and when is that supposed to be? you keep–" he stops and stares for a brief moment, clenching his jaw–before loosening his grip entirely.
a defeated expression sits on his face.
"if you leave, then don't come back."
you finally look up at him, meeting his glare with one of coy indifference. "don't be like that, hun. we got a nice thing going, right?" you murmur, touching his arm and leaning in to kiss at his cheek again, lingering a bit longer than last time.
he doesn't respond and doesn't lean into it. stays stiff as a board, fingers twitching at his sides; fighting the urge to grab you again to keep you here with him. your lips travel along his jaw, mushing little kisses all over until finding his lips. you don't pull away until he reluctantly kisses back, deepening the kiss just enough to keep him wanting.
"i'll see you." you hum, and pat his arm–in a way that felt entirely too friendly for how he feels about you–before you disappear through the door.
his hand drags over his face, pulling down against stubble that scratches against his palm. he feels lightheaded in the worst way. does he even get to feel like this? some.. odd form of jealousy? you two are just casual. 'friends'.
maybe this entire thing was a mistake.
he grabs his phone off the dresser and brings up your contact. theres a sinking feeling in his stomach as his thumb hovers the 'block this contact' popup.
trying his best to stop talking to you cold turkey is infinitely harder than he thought. he keeps thinking of all the time he's spent with you; watching crappy movies in your apartment, all the quiet dinner dates. thinks of how well you fit together. how soft and warm your skin is. your sweet scented lotion.
another deathly quiet, summer night, and nights like this make him think of you the most. he'd take you out to a cozy little restaurant, sing along to songs in the car on the way to his place. kiss your temple. fill you with everything he had. hold you til the next morning when you'd stretch and soon leave with a kiss on his cheek.
he's staring at the ceiling in the dark, the other side of his bed cold and empty. loneliness is clouding his better judgment.
so when his phone inevitably rings well after eleven pm–of course he answers. no one else calls him this late.
which leads to you in his room again, pressed up against his body, whispering honeyed words into his ear that he has a harder and harder time believing the more you say them.
"been too long. i missed you."
"give me another chance."
"let me make it up to you, hm?"
things play out like always. always ends the same. he's a weaker man for you than he thought.
he's met with the familiar sight of you bouncing on top, watching your expression screw into one of blissful pleasure, eyes fluttering shut as his thick length fills you up completely. drags along your walls in a steady, deep rhythm that has you panting out breathy cries and him groaning. you're soon falling over the edge, cumming and whining through your orgasm.
he tries to lose himself in the feeling of your walls hugging him so tight; focuses on the sound of your slick coated thighs coming down to hit his. tries to forget the aching feeling you left him with; the constant second thinking you put him through. there's someone else.. of course theres someone else. why couldn't you have just stayed? is the idea of being with him that terrible..? his eyes start to water despite himself–quickly trying to blink it away.
he chokes your name out through a groan, grabbing your hips tighter as pleasure shoots through his frame. "wanna hear you.. please..."
your hands rest on his chest, chin tucked in as you stare him down, lifting up and down to meet his thrusts. "mmh.. you feel so good.. so deep.."
"fuck, baby.. who's pussy is this?"
you just moan in response, more slick spilling between you both–tightening around his cock and making his breath hitch. but he asks again, breathless.
"a-answer me, sweetheart… who's pussy?"
despite having his cock buried inside–kissing your sweet spot with every wet slam down of your hips—a different man flashes in your mind at the question. reflex. you bite down on your lip, hips faltering briefly.
noticing the shift in your demeanor, his eyes flit open, heavy-lidded and staring up at you with a pleading look. you finally notice the sparkling droplets on his lash-line threatening to fall.
"please.. please tell me, sweetheart." his breathing deepens, his low timbre hushed. don't do this.. don't stay silent. don't make him think about the other men you do this with. he doesn't even care if you lie at this point.
"need to hear it.." his hips roll, pushing his fat tip up against your sensitive spot; drawing a little whine from your lips with each move. "tell me, is it mine..?"
you hesitate, slowly leaning down to let your soft lips touch just below his eye. nodding weakly as you murmur quietly against his cheek. "it's… it's yours.."
he groans, cock throbbing inside of you, twitching with a mind of its own at your barely whispered words. "again." his arms wrap around your body, pulling you down flat against his chest as warm tears finally spill down his cheek. he prays you don't notice. "please. again.."
your lips touch the shell of his ear as you breathe out "..it's yours, honey. always yours." kissing his heated skin in between deep breaths, lightly running your thumb under his eye to collect the little fallen droplet.
he has a full body shudder at your words; using all of his strength to hold back a whimper. holding you tight to his chest, he starts to rut up into you, stretching your slick walls open with each snap of his hips, creating lewd slaps that fill the room. he moves to nip and bite at your shoulder, muffling his shattered moans as he nears his own heavy orgasm.
with one last thrust of his hips, he's tossing his head back against the pillow–seeing stars while spilling deep into the condom. his chest heaves, fingers digging into your sides, holding you tight through the aftershocks as if you'll disappear.
and knowing you, you might. he knows you'll get up to leave soon. maybe for good this time. with your skin pressed to his, your soft breaths panting against his ear, his eyes squeeze shut—fighting to keep the rest of his vulnerability from escaping in rivulets down his face.
a/n: aww he in a situationship with the most avoidant fem ever. he need more than kisses. (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) as always, lemme know what u think :3
⚚ when higuruma’s boss called him late notice, and told him he had a case that would last twelve days, he nearly ripped his own hair out. how the hell would he survive being away from you for that long? he didn’t even like taking too long using the bathroom for fucks sake, always afraid of missing any word you said.
at some point he started a habit of taking you in there with him, making you sit on the sink and continue your yap sessions while he did what he needed to. part of him seriously thought about stuffing you in his briefcase to come along whenever work called.
many of your friends were concerned with how clingy he was.. and the amount of aggression he’d show when he couldn’t be, but you quickly waved them off. higuruma just loved you so much! maybe a lot more than the average person should, but you didn’t mind it, which is why you always rushed to his defense.
higuruma loved that you were so protective of him, but your friends weren’t wrong to be worried, he was downright obsessed with you. everyone could see it but you.
guilt washed over him constantly— here you were thinking he was the best boyfriend in the world, but mostly the guy was just a selfish over thinker. what if someone tried taking his place beside you while it was empty?
oh helllll no.
“aht keep your hands off baby,” his low voice was soothing but it had a slight sternness to it. your legs wrapped around his waist while you were pinned in a mating press, forced to feel every inch of him.
“if you push me again, ‘m gonna have to spank my princess. y’want that angel? hmm?”
you started drooling when your eyes locked on his droopy ones, he hadn’t stopped staring and it was driving you quite insane. you couldn’t stop your hands that instinctively started pushing him again, “ngh- hiro! n..need you s’bad!”
the smack that followed was loud, and your clit was stinging before you could even process what had happened. “cmonn pretty don’t be bad please, i leave soon. please?”
something about his begging had your walls squeezing him even more. higuruma leaned down, tucking his head into your neck to the point his lips grazed your ear.
you were babbling a bunch of nonsense but it sounded damn near poetic to him. he could listen to you for hours.
“daddy’s gonna miss you soo much princess. s..so much-” his whispers slowly turned into whimpers, every sound only pushed you further over the edge. “w..will you miss me? tell me please, need to hear you..”
“im g..gonna- mm- miss you too! always miss youuu!” you couldn’t believe you were slurring out words like this. and it was even harder to believe that he actually understood them.
his free hand crept down your thigh— only stopping once it got to your foot, kissing the heel before putting your white toes to his lips.
he was silent aside from a few grunts, and when higuruma got quiet it never meant anything good. it meant he was up to something.
the man started thinking about not pulling out. the thought came on a whim and it kept growing the more he looked at your fucked out face.
would you be mad? maybe try to leave him? well, its not like he’d ever let you do a thing like that.
he couldn’t have you going anywhere, or ever try to walk out on him. you’d already agreed to be his forever, what’s the harm in a little extra precaution? you did always love nanami’s kids..
“need to m..make you a mama, yeah? get you all filled with my babies, walking ‘round with that belly, showing everybody you’re mine- shit shit.” you nearly cut the circulation off in his shaft when you heard his words.
he chuckled low and rubbed your pudge, imagining all the ways your body would fill in while carrying part of him. “i see my pretty pussy likes the idea… now 'm just waiting on my pretty girl.”
when he slapped your thigh you knew he wanted an answer. in an instant you nodded mindlessly— not caring much about anything besides his tip that brushed against your womb. or the fat thumb that circled your clit with purpose. “ohhh my goshh yes! i want it, want my baby, pleasee!”
The twins! There’s nerdjo 🤭and then there’s fratjo too ig, I was really excited when i saw nerdjo trending so I grabbed the opportunity to draw him hehe
୨୧ — “Fuck-“ His rhythm finally faltered, hips stuttering as your cunt clenched and fluttered around his cock, “Gonna -shit- gonna put a brat in this tight little pussy-“
He slammed deep one final time and ground, pelvis crushing against your swollen clit as his cock swelled impossibly harder. You felt the first hot pulse deep in your belly and then he was cumming, thick ropes of his potent seed flooding your insides, filling you up until you swore you could taste him.
He groaned against your throat, hips jerking with each spurt, “Take every- every fucking drop-“
Your walls milked him greedily, squeezing and rippling, dragging out every last bit he had to give. The wet, obscene squelch of his cum being pushed deeper with each shallow thrust made your toes curl, and when his thumb found your clit again -just a lazy, almost accidental brush- another orgasm crested and broke, softer this time, rolling through you in slow, honeyed waves that left you whimpering and boneless.
“Good girl,” he breathed, “Good girl...”
For a long moment, neither of you moved.
His forehead dropped to your shoulder, breath coming in ragged pants against your sweat damp skin. You could feel his heartbeat pounding where your chests pressed together- or maybe that was yours. Hard to tell anymore.
His cock twitched inside you, still half hard, plugging you full. When you clenched weakly around him, he made a soft, almost wounded sound and pressed a kiss to the curve of your neck. Then another to your jaw. Your cheek. The corner of your mouth.
“Hey,” he murmured, voice rough and warm as his hand found yours, fingers threading together against the sheets, “you good?”
You hummed, too blissed out for actual words. He huffed a quiet laugh against your skin -fond, gentle- and shifted just enough to take his weight off you without pulling out.
His thumb traced lazy circles on the back of your hand while his breathing slowly steadied, and the room settled into something soft and warm and quiet.
the first time it slips out, it’s an accident—it's caught between satoru’s ragged breaths and the sound of a moan curling off his tongue in a careless, breathless tumble. you barely catch it at first, too lost in the heat of him beneath you, the way his body trembles every time your hips roll down to meet his, the thickness of his cock splitting you open. the air in his dorm room is heavy and humid, thick with sex and sunlight, golden streaks filtering through the blinds and painting lazy stripes across his tangled sheets. the bed creaks beneath your bodies, every motion setting it off, a rhythmic percussion to the slick sound of your cunt swallowing him whole.
satoru’s hair sticks to his forehead, white strands damp and messy, glasses fogged and sliding down the bridge of his nose. he looks wrecked—flushed pink all over, chest heaving, mouth open as he gasps for air between the sounds he’s trying to swallow.
“please—” he babbles, voice cracking halfway through the word, eyes fluttering shut as you clench around him again. “please—hnngh—it’s so—fuck—mommy—”
you freeze for half a heartbeat, breath catching in your throat as your head snaps up and the room goes still except for the sound of both your uneven breaths. satoru blinks up at you, dazed, eyes wide and glassy behind his glasses.
“what did you just call me?” you breathe out, eyes flicking over his as it dawns on Satoru, cheeks going pink and eyes widening behind his thin glasses, horrified.
“nothing—“ he croaks out, hands already pressing over his face to hide his blush and embarrassment as a slow wicked grin curls at your lips.
“nu-uh,” you mutter, hands wrapped around his wrists, pulling them from his face so he has to look up at you, making him whine in protest. “what’d you say, toru? repeat it for me.”
“i can’t—“ he chokes out weakly, a flush crawling up his throat, chest rising and falling.
“you can,” you coax as you hold his hands from his face, watching him squirm under you, his cock throbbing inside you, still twitching from how hard he’s trying to hold back, and when you shift your hips the smallest bit, he lets out a broken noise that sounds like a whimper. “say it for me toru,” you purr as he whimpers weakly at your tone making you grin wider. “call me mommy.”
“but it’s—“ satoru swallows, eyes screwed shut, biting his bottom lip like he’s not balls deep inside you, like a little slip up is too much for him. “it’s weird. don’t you think it's weird?” he mumbles.
“it’s not weird,” you assure as you brush a thumb over his jaw and he shivers at the contact under you, needily leaning into it like he always does, like he’s starved for a little kindness. “i like it,” you murmur and it manages to get his eyes to flutter open, those pretty baby blues on you, unsure and wide.
“yeah?” he breathes out shakily and so so sweet and soft and you hum, leaning down further, cupping his face, stroking his cheek.
“think it’s hot, toru,” your murmur softly and he melts at the touch, at the softness as you kiss over his jaw slowly, rolling your hips slowly in tandem to make his back arch. “think it’s so fucking cute,” you murmur and he whimpers. “say it for me. beg for mommy,” you whisper into his ear. he melts like honey.
“please—olease mommy,” he all but whines, voice cracking high and needy and embarassed, whimpering as you drag your hips down, holding his face.
“good boy,” you croon into his ear and he whines, embarrassed and pleased all at once—head rolling back to bare his throat to your mouth. you grind down harder and he moans, voice high and whorish, hips stuttering up as the slick squelch of your cunt swallowing his cock fills his dorm.
“you’re so fucking cute, toru,” you coo against his skin, your voice a low breathy whisper that makes him whimper and his voice twitch inside you, squeezed by your warm, tight pussy. “say it again, baby. say it for mommy.”
"please— mommy please i’m gonna—gonna—" satoru gasps and whines, voice cracking, fingers squeezing your hips as his head rolls back as his stomach clenches and thighs spasm.
"yeah?" you pant against his ear and grind down harder. "gonna cum? gonna cum for me?"
“yes—yes, fuck—please– please can i—?” he gasps in broken whines, tears pooling at his lashes, and the sight of him so wrecked, so undone, makes your own pleasure coil tight and hot in your gut.
“go on,” you breathe, the demand low and hot, rolling your hips down harder, faster. “lemme feel it, toru. cum for me.”
satoru’s entire body locks up, a high moan ripping from his throat. his cock throbs deep inside you, pulsing with every heartbeat as he spills into you, the heat of it blooming thick and warm. you grind through it, chasing your own high until it crashes into you, sharp and blinding, your walls fluttering around him as you both fall apart.
afterwards he’s a panting, flushed, embarrassed mess. “that was so embarrassing,” he whines, hiding his face in your throat, and you just giggle softly, stroke his sweat damp and messy hair gently.
“that was amazing,” you correct and it makes him blush harder, protesting half heartedly but you know his heart is skipping in his chest at the sweet words. “you’re amazing and we’re definitely, definitely trying that again,” you grin down at his red face.
୨୧ . ˚ ⊹ nerdjo facetiming during a goon sesh ◞ 18+
it was a relaxing weekend. no assignments due, no study sessions to help that one class close to flunking. no need to interact with merit scholarship student satoru gojo.
your friends with benefits—only hooking up in empty libraries after he lowly praises you for scoring a 95 on your test.
all thanks to him.
but you’re awfully bored, and in need for some social interaction. so, it’s no surprise when your fingers dabble to satoru’s contact—his icon being a blue emoji with goofy glasses—to shoot him a simple “hey wyd” text.
not expecting for a facetime call to start ringing instead.
you curiously swipe ‘answer’, now met with a ceiling.
“wow,” you drawl, teasing, “i was just about to text you.”
“yeah?” he breathes, voice holding back a grunt. “mm, didn’t know you t-thought about me outside of school.”
“ha, apparently i’m not the only one.” you place the camera in front of your face—mascara on your lashes, lipgloss spread across your lips—making an alluring stare towards it.
“i just got done doing my makeup. wanna rate it?”
satoru let’s out a laugh, one that’s tight, with an undertone of something squelching in the background.
“hah—ah—it’s pretty. t-ten—fuck—out of ten.”
you raise an eyebrow, stomach dropping with a flutter, turning up your volume with an intrigued finger.
“are you okay? you sound like a wreck.”
“mmph, i s-sort of am,” he whimpers, a curl of pale fluff entering the camera, his glasses tilting off his nose. face burning with blush, icy eyes lidded and teary.
your pussy aches at the sight, and the sound, having an idea of what’s happening below with your nerdy tutor.
“satoru,” you purr, just like a temptress, your voice a faux tone of strictness. “flip the camera around.”
you see him grab his phone with a sticky hand, the quality trembling, now flipped to the back.
“holy fuck . . .”
the gtracing gaming chair he sat in had a gooey puddle of cum leaking down between his grand thighs of muscle, spread and flexing as his dick throbs inside a sex toy slurping across his veins. lube coating the girth base, soaking all the way to the cock ring looped around it. stringing clear with each motion of the toy sucking him dry, hooked under his desk.
“i-i—unghh—i miss you, baby,” satoru moans, his slim fingers gripping into his phone, tilting it down for you to see his sweaty hips grinding up for his length to meet the vibrating suctions. “i keep—uhn—p-pretending it’s your p-pussy.”
your bare thighs press together, biting the bottom of your lip, clit throbbing inside your panties slimey with slick. speaking detailed scenarios into the phone, smiling soft.
“pretending i’m fucking you? riding till you can’t take my grip anymore? till i milk you braindead?”
satoru audibly shivers, the heated phone faltering to his clenching abs before lifting up again, his digimon shirt wrinkling towards his waist. “y-yes. m-milking me until i—gaah—p-pass out. shit, i n-need you s’ bad, s-sweetheart.”
your index and middle slip inside your panties, sliding to your tight hole to gather your arousal, now smearing it on your clit to rub and circle with low, honeyed breathing.
“come over, toru. i’m—mhh—home alone.”
the toy shuts off immediately, satoru slipping his cock out, tugging up his sweats while grabbing for his car keys. jangling loud into your phone speaker as he bolts out the door; panting with a desperate look on his dorky face, seen from an angle.
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