(part of batsoy plot after chapter 5, but i will not write it cause we’re in readers pov) so unedited but this is so real to the plot… so sleepy
nerdsuki who fists his cock to you at night, not even to your videos anymore, but to the past two experiences with you.
his arm forearms flex as he twists his cock on every upstroke, whimpering quietly through his teeth that fall into pretty moans.
he needs it so bad, he can’t help it. he might be addicted to your sweet pussy after riding him once. he hates when group sessions run into the soft night, and how they delay his routine a bit — how bits of his night bleed into the time he’s dedicated to touching himself to you.
he imagines bumping the underside of your clit with the head of his cock. he also can’t help but just imagine your face, all red and sweet, brows furrowed as you just take it.
tonight, is no different.
when katsuki’s got his pants pulled down just enough to reveal his cock, his hand’s already fisting the base of his cock — rough palm enveloping his shaft is a vice grip. there’s no warm up, just straight hard and fast strokes, urgently pumps that make his balls swing up to smack his knuckles with each downward pull.
his eyes fix on his raging tip leaking with an obscene amount of precum, shirt caught between his teeth, bros tensed in frustration, eyes hazy.
he can’t help it, you just felt so good. the thought of your pretty breasts, your thighs around his hips, has him snapping his hips upwards to meet his ruts.
his room fills with the pathetic sounds of his precum leaking steadily from his slit, the friction of his fist forming a froth as he whimpers against the fabric in his mouth.
he imagines taking you from the behind, having you bent over, panties taut to the side. he imagines pulling your skirt up to your stomach, fucking you, eating you out, anything.
without meaning to, his mind would flicker to making you… just feel good, and before he knew it, he was fisting his cock in short, brutal strokes — eyes tearing just a bit as he imagined your pretty moans.
he watches shamelessly as his tip twitches, more precum spilling alarmingly, pooling around his tip — a wet shlickshlick sound echoing throughout the room.
he cums to you saying his name in that soft pitched tone, fist flying one last time — and unexpectedly, to just the way your face looks… not even while he’s fucking you, but from imagining how you smiled up at him that one time you got a question right at the cafe, and he just got hard in that moment.
tip to base in a blur, his cock erupts with molten, creamy cum that spills down his length and onto his stomach.
and of course he’d keep stroking through it, eyes heavy on the way he just keeps cumming, rough and unrelenting, milking out every spurt until cum dribbles over his knuckles. a drawn of broken whimper leaves his lips as he fists his cock, tip begging for a break, watching cream form at his base.
with a quiet huff, he stared at the mess, the way his fingers won’t let go of his semi-hard cock. with a vacant hand, he grabs his phone, snapping a photo of the mess and genuinely thinks about sending it to you — but now didn’t seem like the time, but he just couldn’t help it.. the way you were grinding your hips earlier, almost tempting him when he wasn’t even there for a fuck.
his eyes flicker back to the mess, and shamefully, he continues jerking it softly, quiet heaves as he watches it soften from overstimulation, cum pooling around his v-line, all sticky and gooey…
