master baiter
you loved curating your instagram stories just right. sectioning your highlights. color coordinating them.making sure to never use the same song twice. you were pretty proud of your profile actually. you loved how it all encapsulated your vibe almost perfectly.
fuckfuckfuck
its spring.denki was on your summer highlight and it was as if the sun shimmering on the screen had burnt his cheeks red.you looked so good.that small little stupid microbikini you were wearing had choked his dick dry countless of times.the stains spattering his sweatpants were enough proof of that.
his eyes blurred out again,eyes rolling to the back of his head as his hand pathetically worked harder to squezze and stroke.his thighs tensed as he choked on his own moan.nonetheless he refocused ,purely just to watch the roundness of your ass swallowing that g string as he shot ropes.
shame swallowed him whole.the awareness of how hot his cheeks were was suddenly there and he couldn’t seem to know how to get rid of it.what he seemed to know was to tap again and another picture of you in a tight yellow dress appeared on his screen and that shame he felt just earlier was quickly replaced by growing arousal.growing in both senses of the word.
spit travelled down his throat as he brought the hem of his t shirt in-between his teeth and his hands seemed to find that familiar place,wrapped around his tip.he started slowly,riling himself up in an intermediate pace but soon he had his phone engraved in his hand alongside his eyes.he watched how the material pressed against your tits and how it was obvious you weren’t wearing anything underneath.he almost wanted to get mad.how could u post this? for anyone to see? but he couldnt care less when ,at the moment, those pictures were sucking the life out of him.
it was so so wrong and that was part of why it felt good.he didn’t know why.he didn’t know why every-time he would get horny his thoughts would drift to you almost immediately.he never thought about you that way.not in any other occurrence.sure he could admit.you had a banging body and a face that seemed almost unreal.but was he sexually attracted to you? definitely not.you were his best-friend for gods sake. you talked to him about guys and he talked to you about his partners.but ,somehow someway ,every time he got alone,especially if it was after hanging out,his cock would stand up to attention at the mere thought of you
what was this? the third or fourth nut? he felt his hair stick to his forehead and dribbles of sweat down his temples but he couldn’t drop either of what he was preoccupied with to bother wiping them off.he bit harder into the shirt,if that even muffled anything. his grunts were loud,annoyance of that denied high almost bringing him to tears,prickling at his corners.he thrusted his hips in the air,for even a sprinkle of added friction but nothing seemed available.
he tapped again,this time it was just your face.sun shining down on you as you winked at the camera and he felt frozen in time right there with you.he stroked harder and faster feeling that familiar high as soon as he saw your lips pouting out mockingly.he leaned over his phone,eyes unmoving and not daring to blink as he squeezed his dick out of every drop.his breath stuttered and his t shirt dropped .his whole body convulsed and somehow this one felt stronger than all the others.
a little had landed on the screen,just under your lip and he had to look away to not get hard again.instead he preferred to sit on that shame again, which felt as heavy as his limp cock.
he quickly shook it off,reaching over the bedside cabinet to grab a box of tissue papers.he quickly wiped the remains of him before working over the screen.his teeth nibbled on his inner lip,brutalizing the skin until it hurt.it almost felt like punishment somehow.perverted thoughts clouding his brain and making him do things he never would have done in the first place made him deserving of that.he had fought these thoughts for so long,but the first time he let himself jerk to the thought of you,it felt too good to let go.it had started to become a cycle.every-time he would hang out with you,he would come home and jerk off until he was shooting blanks.
he groaned,annoyance building when instead of cleaning all traces of sin,it smeared more,rubbing it into his face.and as if the whole universe was against him,his phone started buzzing,ringing coming through.
his face went pale,lifeless when he saw your name sparkling behind the cum.he rushed to decline,but the drop that had conveniently landed over the accept button seemed to have a mind of its own.he tensed.suddenly your voice was booming through his speakers
“uhm..denki?”
he sounded breathless “yeah?”
“why’d you like my story from two years ago?”
