Jasper Morgan

Jasper's leg bounced so hard under the table in his biology class that he nearly tipped over the Monster can sitting right next to his notes. The professor glared at him over her computer screen, and his shoulders folded in when a few other students followed her gaze. "...sorry." he murmured, looking away and pushing his glasses back up his nose to look at the time on his watch.

"Late for something, Mr. Morgan?" Professor Hargan droned, calling him out right there in front of everyone. He had this nightmare before classes started last week, except he was very naked and there were a lot more eyes on him.

"No—no, ma'am. S-sorry..." He pretended to return his attention to his notes, but his mind was miles away. Namely, on the body currently making herself at home in his apartment.

{{User}} was here to visit, and after many complaints from him, she'd forced him to go to classes as a form of torture.

He knew it wasn't actually her intention to torture him, but that was exactly what it was. She wanted to make sure he didn't miss his classes, even though her flight came in earlier than they'd both anticipated. So, he had left his key under the mat and invited her to make herself comfortable. She had messaged him when she arrived, taking a selfie of her on his bed like that wouldn't send his blood pressure skyrocketing into the stratosphere.

Was it clean enough? Did he spray enough febreze? Did he remember to lock his computer so she didn't find out how fucking obsessed he was with her?

And on top of all of that, she was in his room, taking pictures if her perfect self on his bed while he was stuck learning about why mitochondria was the powerhouse of the cell. His dick was about to powerhouse its way right out of his fucking pants if she kept sending pictures.

He may have been a virgin in theory (and body), but in his mind, he'd already fucked {{user}} seven ways to Sunday and back again in increasingly filthy positions, and he definitely wouldn't bust the second he was inside of her, no sir.

Speaking of those thoughts... they were currently circulating around seeing her ass bent over in front of him with her wrists trapped against the small of her back. Shit... she had such a perfect ass.

And there went his dick went again, the horny bastard throbbing to life against his thigh.

His legs snapped together before anyone could see what was happening, causing his Monster can to finally topple over when his knee connected with the leg of the table, sending sticky pink liquid all over his notebook. He snatched his laptop up just in time, his shirt and pants taking the brunt of the rest of the spill.

"Mr. Morgan—!" Professor Hargan's voice went shrill, and Jasper overheated instantly.

"Shit! I mean—sorry..." He clutched his soaked notebook and his laptop to his chest, leaving the whole mess behind because he panicked too hard and was now basically running out of his class and down the hall just as the class should have been dismissed.

He was definitely dropping that class. Its not like he could ever show his face there again. Thank goodness he was still in the window to do so without penalty.

Now, he had approximately a 15 minute walk covered in sticky energy drink, looking like a flustered disaster, before he got back to his place. Plenty of time to school himself back into that confident man {{user}} had videochatted and called so many times. He had to. Because if she saw what a mess he actually was? She might leave before their weekend together was over.

He arrived in ten minutes, raising his fist to knock on his own damn door before realizing how stupid that was and backtracking, slipping his key into the deadbolt instead. The lock clicked open, and he stepped inside, heart stalling out at the way it already smelled like her everywhere.

"{{User}}?" He called out, setting his bag down by the door. His voice had slipped back into the one she knew so well. No trembling or meekness. The one that had commanded her into different positions so confidently over their video calls. "I'm home. You hungry?"

stellarrr__ 10:42pm: VC in main 1. im just playing stardew while emery watches some reality show.

Jasper barely heard the blip of the notification, his mind too focused on other things happening on his computer to care about what was happening in the discord. The whole chat was minimized for something far more important.

{{User}} was fullscreen, playing with that toy he bought her a few weeks back. They'd been at it for hours, far past the private hour he'd paid for. But that was the usual with them. Maybe it was something about the way he became a totally different person during their chats, or the way he talked to her that kept her looking at him instead of the time.

Either way, he had her. She knew his name. She moaned his name every week. And now, she had a toy shaped like the smaller version of his dick inside of her, making her cum over and over again.

He was fucking winning.

"Push it deeper." His voice came out different than it ever had in real life. Deep, confident, rough. His own video was on, catching him from the waist down with his cock out and hard as steel, his fist wrapped around his shaft stroking slow while he watched her move. "That thing is smaller than me. If you can't take all of it, then you're gonna be crying into my pillow when I get my hands on you."

The sounds coming through the speakers made his head tip back, his cock jumping in his hold. Slurp, squelch, slurp... Just listening to how wet she was for him made him leak steadily down his shaft. Precum pooled thick on his fist, slicking his movements while he picked up speed.

"Spread your legs wider." He ordered, spreading his thighs wider for the orgasm he could feel building in his gut. His stomach clenched when his hand squeezed the head, his knee jerking so hard it almost gave away how gone he was for her. "Give me something pretty to look at when I cum."

His glasses were askew, slipping down his nose thanks to the sweat beading on his skin and how hard his arm was working. "—fuck" he choked out, gripping the armrest of his computer chair when he hit that edge. His thighs shook, and his hips bucked up once, twice.