-Sal's POV-
I walk in my room, and take my prosthetic off, whiping the condensation off my face. I flop on my bed, thinking of his sexy features.
I sit there for a long while thinking of you. The way the veins in his hands pop out. The thickness of his fingers...God damn it Y/N what have you done to me....
His image makes my body heat up. Before I know it, I'm laying on my bed with my pants and boxers down to my thighs.
I open my phone, and find him insta account.
I scroll and find a few pictures of him shirtless, after he's working out, and while he's in the shower. Just enough to get me off.
I slowly started to touch myself to his pictures, before I knew it I was stroking myself quickly as my back arched. I but the fabric of my pillow case to muffle my whimpers and moans.
My eyes roll back as my voice is loud and sloppy, my whines increasing in volume. I look at the his shirtless picture once more before groaning. My legs shake and my back arches.
I let out a high breathy moan and release
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It's A Prosthetic (Sal Fisher X Male!Reader)
FanfictionY/n, a 5'3 metal head falls in love with the boy in a mask. No...wait.... It's a prosthetic.
