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Cover art by Quentin Castel

it was ridiculous, really. it had only been five days since the two of you had seen each other. but he was suffering because of it. especially since your encounter had been pretty, well… intense.

no text, no phone call. just a bunch of stories of you going out with friends or partying. how could you act like that? like nothing had happened? while he was literally dying. how could you do that to him? after riding his face like a dumb slut??

he couldn’t take it.

in truth, he knew he was just being needy, a completely needy puppy who had become addicted to you since your first “date” (it was supposed to be a study session in his dorm room, but he counted it as a date). but hell, it was so frustrating for him to lie on his bed late at night after playing genshin for four straight hours and watch tons of stories of you enjoying your life while he was missing you.

maybe he was overreacting. i mean, it was really his first time getting along with a girl without sabotaging himself. and it was also the first time a girl had ridden his face. maybe it meant nothing to you. maybe you did that all the time and considered it casual.

that idea left satoru with a sinking feeling.

and ever since that day, he had hoped you would text him. the two of you didn’t text often, just sometimes, but he still hoped for a message. just one, after what had happened.

satoru let out a sigh and let himself fall onto his bed, his heavy body sinking into the mattress. he adjusted his glasses and softly rubbed his eyelids while his other hand searched for his phone.

don’t do it.

he thought. because of course, since that day, he’d been checking your socials like a damn creep, looking for any sign of you. don’t do it, he thought again, while his thumb slipped across the screen and opened instagram. once again.

his stomach almost dropped when he saw your stories pop up first. his thumb clicked eagerly, like it was calling to him. his blue eyes were glued to the video of you, dancing in the center with that pretty smile of yours, surrounded by people and flashing lights. of course you were at the club. someone else was holding the phone and filming you. god, how he hoped that wasn’t a boy.

he watched it on repeat for a good five minutes before finally swiping away (usually, he liked every story you posted, but this time he didn’t).

he placed his phone on his chest and stared at the ceiling. was it stupid that he almost wanted to cry? he was starving for your attention, and you were… at the club.

he closed his eyes, a slight frown settling on his angelic features. it was going to be a long night , like every night since that “date.”

then suddenly, he sat up.

eyes widening as he remembered something. how could he forget?? he quickly unlocked his phone and went straight to his photos. a small smile almost formed on his lips, relieved and a little too happy, to remember that detail.

and when he saw it, tucked between two pictures of science homework, a shiver ran down his spine.

a three-minute video you had taken with his phone while he was eating you out. satoru never thought he’d be grateful for your cocky, cheeky side even during sex.

he stared at the cover for a moment. he could already see his white hair between your thighs. he shifted on his bed, leaned back against the headboard, put his headphones on, adjusted his glasses, and finally clicked on it.

his ears were instantly blessed by a soft chuckle from you as you looked into the camera with a sadistic grin, like you already knew that one day he’d rewatch this video. and god help him, he knew he was completely screwed the second his cock throbbed just from seeing you.

he could hear the filthy sounds he was making between your thighs in the background. then you moved the phone, adjusting the camera and the angle, and he caught a glimpse of himself. well, mostly a mess of white hair. but he didn’t pay attention to himself. he paid attention to you.

you looking at the camera, fixing the angle so it would capture every inch of your hot body. you lifted your shirt, letting your beautiful tits glow in the moonlight. satoru bit his lip, his hand already palming the heavy bulge straining against his shorts.

it didn’t take long before he was jerking himself off to the video, to your moans. he already felt close, replaying the three minutes on a loop, pausing when you lowered the phone and let the camera catch a glimpse of your perfect pink pussy, the one he was desperately sucking on without breathing on the frame.

his eyes twitched, taking in every detail of the video, his body was trembling, his wrist moving wildly. he thought he was losing his mind, slipping into a trance. the video ended again. and again, he hit play. your chuckle. again. he hated apple for not having an option to replay a video automatically.

and when he heard your voice say, “look at this good boy… eating me so perfectly…” he thought he was going to cum already.

god, you were such a slut. he’d never say something like that out loud. he respected you too much for that. even though, right now, the thought burned in his head.

he closed his eyes, trying to imagine your pussy instead of his hand wrapped around his dick, letting his phone fall onto the bed. all he could hear were your slutty moans flooding his ears (of course, he had the volume turned all the way up).

now he hated himself for not acting like an animal that day. he remembered how badly he had wanted needed to slide his dick into you. but you had just ridden his face, leaving him leaking in his pants like a starved dog.

god, he should’ve fucked you senseless, until you wouldn’t even be able to grin like a psycho bitch like you always do. reduced to a messy, shaking wreck, screaming his name as he pounded into you.

you turned him into this. it wasn’t his fault. he was soft-spoken, gentle, polite, kind. you were the one who turned him feral. you were the one ignoring him now, like he hadn’t buried his face between your thighs, tasting you like a drunk man.

he came hard, silencing himself by clamping a hand over his mouth, his chest heaving. slowly, he opened his eyes and looked down at his hand, slick with his milky cum.

what a loser.

then his gaze drifted to his phone, to the frozen frame of the video, your smirk staring back at him. like you were mocking him.

he took his phone.

satoru: hey

…

satoru: can we meet tonight?

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