fish reader who just… doesn’t talk. paired w big john bc he probs smells like fish. -🌸
fish!reader having sex with big john but it’s just that video of the fish with the carrot in its mouth that’s like “AUGH”
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Bruce Wayne is canonically a very handsome man (he is called a "pretty boy" and he is in his 40s, for fuck's sake), and he is pretty famous as a rich philanthropist who doesn't want to leave his awful cursed crime infested city. So, there must be a ton of people thirsting over him on the internet. Fancams, edits, fanfics and imagines ("kidnapped with Bruce Wayne 😍 by a Gotham rogue"), the whole charade!
And anytime one of the batkids stumbles on a thirst post, they have the most dramatic disgusted reaction, loudly gagging, before sending the link to the batkids chat, because if they must suffer, then they should all suffer. Clicking on a link in this groupchat is like playing russian roulette, and getting rickrolled is a good ending.
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“ohh, satoru, baby…”, you coo at the man before you on his knees. “you want a treat?”
his stark blue eyes never lose the circular motion of your middle finger as it massages around your clit, the sensitive nub swollen and wet with your slick. he gives a slow nod, as if on autopilot, pink tongue darting out to coat his lips, the lewd sounds of him jerking off harmonizing with the sloppy song of you playing with your pussy.
you moan. it’s a high-pitched ‘oh!’ with your head tossed back, speeding up the pace of your fingers and satoru squeezes his cock in response. he leans in closer, keeping himself steady with a tight-fisted grasp on the edge of the bed, and you can feel the warmth of his heavy pants on your spasming cunt.
he licks his lips again, taking a big gulp before drool threatens to spill out the corner of his lips.
“almost there—!”, you whine, dragging your head up to look at your lover through heart-shaped eyes. satoru gives another nod, more eager this time, and he gets so close he can feel the drops of your slick landing on his face.
“fuck, c’mon, c’mon, “ he mumbles, pleads just loud enough for you to hear. the pace of his strokes is quick, drawing him near his own orgasm. “give it to me, angel, right on my face.”
and with those final words, you’re clenching down around your own fingers, squirting out juices like a fountain for satoru’s expectant tongue. the sight is a blessing for satoru; he’s moving your hand out of the way, lacing his fingers with yours and latching his lips around your gushing cunt, determined to not waste a single drop. his own eyes close and satoru grunts like an animal into your heat as he shoots out cum, making out with your pussy and continues pumping himself as he tips over the edge. he dives deeper and deeper into your pussy, tongue wriggling around in your fluttering hole so he can savor the taste of the nectar leaking from you. he loves it—it’s delicious, it’s sweet. the perfect saccharine treat you could ever grace his tastebuds with.
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