#NYOOOOOORM

[katsukiizmoon]

Biscuit you’ve done it again. My brain is rubbing its last cells together.

Like with Katsuki he waits until you’re snoozing to run off to the bathroom and fuck his fist. All night he’s been hiding behind your stupid pillows and plushies on your bed. Poor boy has been tortured just all night.

You tried a new game, one he recommends but isn’t your strong suit. And he was an idiot for recommending it because you’d been whining all night. Making little huffs over losing, moaning at a character you think is hot, and begging for his help.

Every single time, it drives him fucking crazy. It sends jolts to his cock and makes it chub in his sweats. One moment you’re getting your ass beat in a game and the next he’s got you spread out and on the edge.

So he does what any somewhat decent friend would do. He waits until you’re knocked out and snoring, drooling on one of your plushies with a comfort movie on. And he pads into your quaint bathroom, turns the water on low to cover the slick noises.. and fucks his fist.

His hand tightens around himself and he rubs a thumb over the dribbling head. He gnaws on the end of his t shirt he has pulled up, abs flexing, trying not to make noises. Precum slides down the shaft and he smacks his hips forward into his palm.

His thrusts get all needy and sloppy when he’s trying to finish up despite the guilt clawing at the back of his throat. But he’s sure you’d rather he do this here than wake up with a hard on against you. And when he finishes with a low whine, he keeps replaying you saying “oh you’re so good” over and over in his head.

But no, it wasn’t like his fantasies where you praise him when he fills you up. No, no. It was because you couldn’t beat a level and begged him for help.

May the gods have mercy on his poor soul. He thinks this every time he washes his hands off and pulls his pants up, walking back into your room to pretend it never happened.

something about one-sided pining always gets me, especially if it’s from the guy’s perspective.

imagine you saying “i need you” to him and his mind instantly wandering to much more sinful places.

maybe he’s had a crush on you for ages, one you don’t have a single clue about. as a result, he’s so desperate from all the hidden yearning, so down bad that in a blink of an eye, he’s thinking about you laying naked underneath him, imagining you squirming and panting while you stroke his cock because of a single sentence.

the fantasy grows more realistic in mere seconds, especially if you start to whine and call his name when he doesn’t answer at first. you let out this cute little sound of urgency and he can literally see himself rubbing his dick against your lower belly as he needily fucks your fist, leaving a shiny trail of transparent pre-cum there. can see the way your upper lip quivers as he presses the sensitive cockhead against your hole, making you both gasp at the slight intrusion. can see how you wiggle your hips, inviting him into the soft warmth that is your cunt.

“i need you, i need you, i need you.”

but alas, you’re just saying that because he’s your friend. you’re calling out his name, begging him because you want him to help you set up the newest sims 4 expansion pack or some stupid shit like that, not because you need him to fuck your brains out. of course you are.

so now he’s very uncomfortable and is sweating and has got to hide the raging boner in his pants, pressing it deep into his thigh with the help of his hand in his pocket while you get all excited over a fucking game update.

he feels like he’s going to explode by the time you hug him and press a hasty kiss to his much too-warm cheek.