𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳

Epilogue

-smut 

-dirty talk 

Phone Sex: Time Skip

Three months. Ninety-two days. That's how long it had been since you'd felt his weight, heard his heartbeat without a speaker crackling it. The video call was a poor substitute, but it was all you had.

"Talk to me," your voice was a needy whisper in the quiet of your dorm room. You were lying in bed, the lights low, wearing one of his old t-shirts you'd stolen.

On the screen, Rin's face was half-shadowed, the sharp line of his jaw illuminated only by his monitor. He was in his room, the room you hadn't seen since you'd left. 

"What do you want me to say, pretty girl?" His voice was a low, familiar rumble that went straight between your legs.

"Anything. Everything. I miss you."

"I miss your pussy," he said, blunt and raw, the way you needed him to be. "I miss how it feels squeezing my dick when I first push in. I think about it all the time. In class. At practice. I'll be sitting there and all I can think about is how wet you get for me."

Your breath hitched, your hand already sliding down your stomach, under the waistband of your sleep shorts. "I'm so wet right now," you admitted, your voice trembling. "Just from hearing your voice."

"Are you touching yourself?" he demanded, his eyes darkening on the screen. "I want you to. I want you to pretend it's me."

You slipped a finger between your folds, a soft gasp escaping you. "It's not the same," you whined. "Your fingers are so much thicker."

"Then use two," he commanded. "Fuck yourself with two fingers for me. Right now."

You obeyed, sliding two fingers inside your slick heat. It was a poor imitation of the fullness he gave you, but the command in his voice made it electric. "Rin," you moaned, your eyes fluttering shut.

"No. Open your fucking eyes," he growled. "Look at me while you fuck yourself. I want to see your face when you come for me."

You forced your eyes open, locking them onto his on the screen. His own hand had disappeared below the frame of the camera, and you could see the rhythmic movement of his arm.

 The thought of him stroking his cock to the sight of you made you clench around your own fingers.