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𑣲. SO EXITIN — ᨳଓ satoru comfort fucking you after suguru just finished punishing you.

CONTENT WARNING rough sex. angry sex. bruising. hair pulling. marking. jealousy. poly rs. comfort sex. suguru is an asshole in here.

the fight was already beginning to spiral out of control when geto’s voice cut through the chaos, firm and unmistakably commanding as he gave you an order.

“stay back.”

you hesitated for only a moment, your eyes flickering toward him before narrowing in irritation.

of all things he could have told you, that was the one phrase guaranteed to piss you off.

you weren’t some helpless civilian who needed to be kept out of harm’s way, and you certainly didn’t need someone constantly deciding when you were capable of handling yourself.

you tightened your grip, scanning the battlefield as you weighed your options.

geto’s approach was safe enough, but it was slow, and you could already see the opening he hadn’t noticed yet.

then your gaze shifted toward satoru, and suddenly, the answer seemed obvious.

his method would be cleaner, quicker, and far less likely to leave either of you exposed.

so you ignored geto.

without another word, you moved exactly as satoru would have, slipping through the opening and striking from the angle you knew would work best.

it was reckless enough to make geto’s jaw tighten, but calculated enough that you knew you could pull it off.

“seriously?” geto called after you, clearly irritated.

you didn’t even bother looking back.

if he wanted you to stay behind while everyone else did the dangerous work, he was going to have to learn that you weren’t going to listen simply because he told you to.

and, much to geto’s irritation, it worked.

the threat was dealt with cleanly, the curse was exorcised before it could cause any serious damage, and despite the way you had completely disregarded his orders, no one walked away with anything worse than a few scratches.

the mission was a success, an undeniable one at that.

you lowered your weapon, breathing steadily as the tension finally began to leave your body, while geto stood a short distance away, staring at you with an expression that was becoming increasingly difficult to read.

because that was the part that made everything worse.

if you had gotten hurt, if your decision had gone wrong, if satoru’s method had nearly gotten someone killed, geto would have had every reason to lecture you.

he could have pointed out exactly where you went wrong and told you that this was precisely why you should have listened to him.

but you hadn’t, you had been right.

and geto hated that he couldn’t even argue with the outcome.

his eyes narrowed as he looked at you, his jaw tightening slightly while you gave him an almost innocent glance.

“what?” you asked, unable to resist the small edge of smugness in your voice, geto exhaled slowly through his nose. “nothing.”

but the way he said it made it painfully obvious that it was absolutely not nothing.

but what you didn’t know was that geto had no intention of letting this go, not here, not in the middle of a successful mission where he had no real argument to make against you.

he knew better than to start another fight while the three of you were still out in the field, so instead, he simply swallowed his irritation and kept quiet, already deciding that this conversation could wait until the three of you were home.

and you would soon find out that geto was much more patient when he was angry than you ever wanted him to be.

by the time the two of you finally made it home, you had almost convinced yourself that geto had simply decided to let the whole thing go.

satoru had been held back a little longer, leaving just the two of you to walk inside together, and for a brief moment, you thought the silence meant you were in the clear.

you were wrong.

the moment the door closed behind you, geto’s entire demeanor changed.

before you could even turn around properly, he stepped forward and pressed you back against the cold wooden door, his sudden movement catching you completely off guard.

you stared up at him, stunned by the intensity in his expression. “you really thought i was going to forget about what happened out there?”

one hand braced beside your head while the other claimed your jaw, fingers firm as they tipped your face upward.

“you ignored me. you decided satoru knew better. in front of everyone. on my order.” a short sharp exhale left him. “do you have any idea what that looked like?”

his thumb dug just under your chin, pressure steady enough to make your pulse jump.

he leaned closer until his mouth hovered at your ear, body locking you in place. “we share you. that was the deal. but sharing never meant you get to publicly side against me.”

his free hand dragged your jacket off one shoulder then the other before settling at your waist and hauling you forward so your hips met the hard line of him.

“you made me look secondary. you made me feel secondary. and i do not let that slide.”

geto’s mouth found the side of your throat, not soft kisses but deliberate claims, teeth scraping then biting down hard enough to pull a sharp sound from you.

the hand in your hair tightened, yanking your head back so he could mark lower, sucking a deep bruise just above your collarbone while his other hand worked your pants open with impatient precision.

the moment fabric gave way his fingers shoved between your legs, finding you already slick, and a low humorless sound left him against your skin.

“look at that,” he murmured, two fingers slamming into you without warning, curling deep and rough. “already soaked. was it the fight that did it or the knowledge of exactly how this would end once we got home?”

he worked the fingers in hard ruthless strokes, knuckles pressing, thumb circling your clit with mean pressure just shy of enough to tip you over. “you disobeyed me. you chose him. and now you take what i give until i decide you’ve remembered whose order you ignored.”

he pulled free with a wet sound, spun you with a bruising grip on your hip, and shoved you chest first into the door hard enough that the wood rattled.

the sound of his own clothes opening cut through the quiet, a heartbeat later the thick head of his cock dragged once through your folds, coating himself, before he slammed in to the hilt in one brutal thrust that knocked the air from your lungs and forced a broken cry out of you.

one hand braced beside your head again, the other locked on your hip hard enough to leave marks as he set a relentless punishing pace, every snap of his hips driving you forward against the door with wet filthy sounds.

“you don’t get to go soft on me now.” he growled against the back of your neck, teeth scraping the skin there before biting down again.

“you wanted to decide whose judgment mattered out there, fine. in here you take mine. every. fucking. inch.” his rhythm stayed deep and unforgiving, hips slamming hard enough that the door creaked with each thrust, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the entryway.

he reached up, fisted your hair again and pulled your head back so your spine arched, changing the angle so he could drive even deeper, cock dragging over that spot inside you with every rough stroke.

“next time the thought of ignoring me in front of him crosses your mind i want you to remember exactly how it feels when i remind you who you belong to just as much as you belong to him.”

his free hand slid around your hip, fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight mean circles timed to the brutal pace of his thrusts until your legs started to shake and your breath came in short broken gasps.

he didn’t slow. if anything he fucked into you harder, using his grip on your hair to keep you arched and open for him, the wet sound of your cunt taking him over and over filling every pause between his words.

“come on my cock while i’m still angry with you.” he ordered, voice low and absolute, fingers working your clit faster.

“show me you understand. soak me while i’m still pissed. then maybe, maybe i’ll consider forgiving the fact that you made me watch you choose him.” he slammed in especially deep on the last word, grinding against you, refusing to ease up even as your walls started to flutter around him.

and with that he hauled you up as if you weighed nothing, carrying you straight to the bedroom while your body still trembled around the memory of him.

whatever unfolded behind that closed door stretched across hours, rough, relentless, he claimed you that it left marks and exhaustion tangled together, until the only sound left was your slowed breathing against the sheets.

hours later the front door opened. satoru stepped in, hair slightly mussed, a lazy smile already on his face as he spotted geto freshly showered and stretched out on the couch watching whatever flickered across the screen.

“hey,” he called, his eyes swept the room once, twice, then narrowed when they found no trace of you. “where’s our wife?”

geto didn’t look away from the television. “asleep.”

satoru’s eyebrow arched, he crossed the space slowly, dropping onto the arm of the couch. “she usually doesn’t pass out at this hour. what did you do to her?”

geto’s mouth curved, not quite a smile. “reminded her whose orders matter when it counts.” he finally glanced over. “she’s fine. worn out. leave her.”

satoru hummed, unconvinced, already pushing off the couch. “yeah, no. i’m gonna check.” he headed down the hall without waiting for permission.

as he slipped inside the room met him with darkness and a lingering chill, it took a moment for his eyes to adjust before he finally found you buried under the blanket, only the top of your hair visible.

a soft apologetic pout pulled at his mouth as he crossed the space and sank down beside you with careful weight so the mattress barely dipped.

“aww, poor girl..” he murmured, voice barely above a breath, he reached for the edge of the covers intending to press a gentle kiss to your temple.

but the fabric peeled back to reveal a canvas of fresh bruises and dark hickeys blooming across your throat, collarbone, and the curve of one shoulder.

his hand froze mid air, brows drawing together as a low breath left him.

“that crazy bastard.” he muttered under his breath, the marks were deeper than usual, the kind of roughness that only surfaced when geto’s temper ran hot, most nights the three of you stayed far gentler with each other.

the shift in the mattress and the quiet sound of his voice pulled you from sleep.

your eyes blinked open, adjusting to the dim light, and the second they focused on him a soft smile curved his mouth.

“hey, beautiful.” you didn’t hesitate, the moment recognition settled you pushed up and all but climbed into his arms.

he caught you easily, gathering you against his chest in one smooth motion, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other settled warm and steady across the bare skin of your back, careful of every fresh bruise.

“are you okay?” he asked, voice low and close to your ear as his palm stroked slow circles over the unmarked parts of your back.

you only furrowed your brows against his shoulder, voice still rough from sleep and everything that came before.

“what took you so long?” a quiet huff of amusement left him, though the concern never fully left his eyes.

he shifted just enough to lean back against the headboard, pulling you fully into his lap so your bare legs draped over his thighs and your cheek rested against the warm solid plane of his chest.

“got held up with the higher-ups,” he murmured, fingers threading gently through your hair.

“by the time i got free and made it home, suguru was already on the couch looking far too pleased with himself.”

his thumb brushed the edge of a dark bruise on your throat, feather light. “i’ll deal with him later. right now i only care about you.”

he felt it then, the warm slickness seeping through the fabric of his jeans where your bare pussy rested against his thigh.

his gaze dropped, taking in the evidence, and a slow breath left him, you followed his eyes and immediately pouted, voice barely a whisper.

“m..sorry.”

a low chuckle rumbled in his chest. he tipped your chin up with two fingers and kissed you, he drew back his forehead rested against yours.

“don’t apologize for that,” he murmured against your mouth. “he didn’t even clean you up, huh?” satoru’s voice stayed soft “just finished and left you like this?”

he glanced down at you, waiting. you shook your head slowly.

“well… he went all in and then kissed me on the forehead after.” you admitted.

a quiet hum left him, one hand slid down your spine in a slow, soothing path while the other stayed cupped at the back of your neck. “of course he did.”

the words carried no real heat, only a knowing sort of resignation. “marks you within an inch of your life, fucks you until you can’t think, then leaves a gentle little kiss like that makes it all balanced.”

he shifted beneath you, adjusting so your slick heat pressed more firmly against the growing hardness trapped in his jeans.

“but you know…i really missed you..” you breathed out, pressing soft kisses along the sharp line of his jaw.

a low chuckle vibrated against your lips, “you missed me because he punished you?”

you shook your head quickly, “n..no! i really did miss you.”

satoru’s expression softened at the insistence. he caught your face between both hands, thumbs stroking over your cheeks as he leaned in and kissed you properly.

“i know, baby. i missed you too.” one hand slid down between your bodies, palm gliding over the bare skin of your stomach before settling between your thighs, fingers tracing lazily through the slick mess geto had left behind. “let me show you how much.”

he kept you cradled in his lap, legs draped over his, and simply explored with slow deliberate touches, two fingers gliding up and down your folds, gathering the wetness, spreading it, circling your clit with the lightest pressure that made your hips twitch.

every time you tried to push into his hand he eased off just enough to keep you wanting, a soft teasing smile playing at his mouth.

“so sensitive already,” he murmured against your temple, voice warm and full of quiet praise.

“look at you, still dripping from him yet opening up so sweetly for me, my good girl. always so responsive… even after he was rough with you.”

his fingers slipped inside with no resistance, curling gently, stroking that soft spot with lazy precision while his thumb kept up the feather light circles. “feel how easily you take me? you’re doing so well already.”

he kissed the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, then the fading edge of a bruise on your throat, each press of his lips soft and lingering as if he could rewrite every mark with tenderness.

“i hate seeing you hurt like this,” he admitted between kisses, “but fuck if you don’t look beautiful all marked up and still so needy for more. my perfect girl… taking everything he gave you.”

slowly he shifted, laying you back against the pillows with careful hands, stripping his own shirt and jeans without ever fully leaving your space.

when he settled between your thighs he didn’t thrust in right away.

instead he rubbed the thick head of his cock through your soaked folds, coating himself, teasing your entrance with shallow presses that never quite gave you what you wanted.

every time your hips lifted he pulled back just enough, chuckling softly at the frustrated little sound you made.

“patience, beautiful,” he soothed, leaning down to kiss you deep and slow while one hand stroked your side, your breast, the curve of your waist like he was memorizing you all over again.

he nuzzled your jaw, voice dropping into that low affectionate tease. “you’re so wet for me already, my sweet girl. always so eager to be filled, aren’t you?”

when he finally sank into you it was inch by careful inch, giving you time to feel every stretch, every pulse of him.

a long low groan left his chest once he bottomed out, forehead resting against yours. “there we go… fuck, you feel perfect.” he stayed still for a moment, just breathing with you, hands roaming gently over every unmarked patch of skin he could find, praising you between soft kisses.

“my good girl. my beautiful girl… letting me take care of you.”

only then did he begin to move slow, deep rolls of his hips that never turned rough, each thrust full, angled to drag against the places that made your breath catch.

one hand stayed laced with yours against the pillow while the other slipped between you again, rubbing gentle steady circles over your clit in time with his rhythm.

“my perfect wife. let me hear you, baby. let me know how good it feels when i’m gentle with you.”

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NERDJO | GOJO SATORU - it was only supposed to be cockwarming… (part two)

minors do not interact | mdni 18+ | nsfw

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contains: explicit sexual content, soft dom nerdjo, aftercare, glasses agenda.

the minecraft video played out its final three minutes in the dim room. you both lay there in comfortable silence, watching the pale glow of the laptop flicker across the wall while satoru remained perfectly still, nested warm and thick halfway inside you. his breath was a slow, rhythmic puff against your neck, his thumb still making lazy, hypnotic circles against your hipbone.

then, the video ended.

the audio cut out completely, leaving only the quiet, steady hum of the laptop fan. on screen, the recommended videos popped up in a small grid, casting a static, pale light over the mattress.

neither of you moved to click on another video.

the sudden silence filled the room. satoru’s breathing shifted first, getting just a little shallower, a little more uneven, as the quiet made him acutely aware of where he was.

his cock, resting warm and half-hard inside you, began to pulse. a slow swell of blood made him expand against your inner walls, taking up just enough space to draw a soft exhale from your lips. you shifted slightly to accommodate the growth, and that tiny movement accidentally caused him to slide a fraction of an inch deeper.

you made a tiny, breathless sound.

satoru froze instantly. his entire body went rigid.

"did i—did i hurt you?" he asked immediately, panic lacing his voice. he pulled back half a centimeter, his chest heaving against your back. "‘m sorry, i didn't mean to shift—"

"‘s okay, toru. you didn't hurt me," you whispered, turning your head as much as the pillow allowed to look at him. "you just, uh, got bigger."

his cheeks flushed a deep, dusty pink, visible even in the dim light. his white fringe was messy over his forehead, and his blue eyes looked glossy behind his thick glasses.

he stared down at where you were joined, his jaw slightly slack, a dazed look on his face.

"...i don't think all of me's gonna fit like this," he mumbled, his voice raspy and honest.

you let out a soft snort, your own cheeks warming. "yeah. you're kind of unfairly big."

satoru let out a nervous, flustered noise in the back of his throat, a tiny, involuntary whimper that made his chest heave against yours. "...can i... um," he stammered, his fingers twitching against your hip. "...maybe help a little? first? so i don't... you know."

"mhm," you cooed gently, leaning back into his chest. "please."

satoru eased himself slowly back out of you until he slipped completely free with a soft, wet 'pop'. he shifted so he was hovering over you, supporting his weight on his elbows. he reached out with one long arm, grabbing the edge of his laptop, and gently slid it further down toward the foot of the bed so it wouldn't get bumped.

his glasses slid down the bridge of his nose again.

"...hang on," he muttered, awkwardly using the back of his wrist to shove his glasses back up before leaning down to press a soft, sweet kiss to your lips. it was warm and slightly clumsy, his breath fanning hot over your skin. "...you're so pretty," he whispered breathlessly between kisses. "...baby... so pretty."

he reached down between your legs. you were still wet from the cockwarming, your cunt glistening beneath the soft glow of the laptop. satoru moved carefully, slipping two long fingers inside you to gently stretch you open while his thumb pressed softly over your puffy clit.

"just... breathe for me, okay?" he murmured against your neck, his voice low and tight. "tell me if i should stop... i don't wanna hurt you."

he worked you with slow, steady strokes. making space until your inner walls relaxed around his fingers, dripping slick and open for him. only when you were ready did he slowly withdraw, guiding the blunt tip of his fully hard cock back to your folds.

"...can i?" he whispered, his knee gently nudging your thighs a little wider. "just a little..."

as he eased himself in, his thick girth slid past your hole much smoother this time, though the sheer size of him still filled you completely. inch by inch, he sank deeper until he bottomed out, his heavy hips flush against yours.

"h-ah..." satoru let out a shaky, broken whimper right into the crook of your neck, his whole frame trembling. "...fuck... baby..."

"toru..." you whined, your inner walls instinctively clenching tight around his base.

the squeeze hit him hard. his composure completely shattered.

"...hngh!”

he made a needy, pathetic little noise, his head snapping back as a dark flush spread all the way down his neck to his collarbones. he buried his face back into your neck, hiding his flustered expression.

"sorry... sorry," he panted against your skin, his breath hot and ragged. "i didn't mean to make a noise, you just... feel so good..."

"don't apologize," you whispered, smiling softly as you wrapped your legs loosely around his waist. "you can move, toru."

satoru took a slow breath and began a steady, careful rhythm, guiding himself in and out with deliberate care. he was focused, intent on keeping you comfortable, his body working with painstaking attention to your reactions.

"look at me...?" he pleaded softly, his voice trembling with affection as his hand gently cupped your cheek to tilt your face up. "...please? wanna see your face."

when you looked up at him, his blue eyes were blown out and glossy, his white fringe sticking damply to his forehead.

"you're doing so well," he whispered, his hips rolling forward in a deep, agonizingly good thrust. "...you're okay. thank you... thank you for letting me..."

he whined softly, a sweet, needy sound, and buried his face into your shoulder again, kissing every patch of skin he could reach.

clack.

his glasses knocked hard against your collarbone, slipping crookedly across his face.

"...ah, wait—" satoru mumbled, breaking his rhythm for just a second to pull his glasses off and drop them onto the mattress somewhere above your heads. "there..." he breathed.

without his glasses, he had to squint slightly to focus on you, looking impossibly endearing. he leaned back down, pressing a deep, messy kiss to your mouth while his lower half continued to fuck into you, deeper now, his careful rhythm slowly falling apart as pleasure got the better of him.

auto-play clicked over in the background. youtube, apparently, had decided to recommend mumbo jumbo himself after the copied tutorial ended. a redstone build appeared on screen that neither of you noticed.

"s-satoru... i'm... 'm close," you gasped out, your fingers digging into his back.

his eyes widened. "already...? really?" a surge of pure, eager joy lit up his face. "okay... okay, stay right there... i've got you..."

he adjusted his angle, lifting one of your knees a little higher onto his hip, and pushed in deep, hitting the exact spot that made your mind go blank.

you let out a breathless cry, your body coiling tight and snapping into a sweet orgasm. your walls clamped down hard on his thick cock, pulsing in tight, relentless waves.

that was the absolute end of his restraint.

"...ah! fuck—" satoru gasped, his voice cracking completely.

he buried his face into your shoulder, his hips stuttering into three fast, deep thrusts before he came with a long, muffled groan into your skin. you felt the warm pulses of his cum filling you up, his whole frame shuddering over yours before he went limp against you.

he stayed there wrapped around you for several quiet minutes, taking long breaths into your neck, before finally slipping out with a soft, reluctant drag.

his face was bright red, burning hot against your shoulder.

"...i came really fast, didn't i?" he mumbled into your skin, his voice muffled, sounding ridiculously embarrassed.

you snorted softly, running your fingers through his damp white hair. "toru, ‘twas amazing. you were amazing."

satoru let out a tiny, dazed noise, hiding his face deeper in your neck to conceal his giddy, dopey smile. his thumb lazily traced circles on your lower back, clinging to you.

eventually, he stirred.

"stay right here," he whispered softly. "don't move. i'll be right back."

he padded awkwardly across the dim dorm room, one hand instinctively reaching down to cover himself before immediately realizing it didn't really help much. his face flushed an even deeper shade of pink as he hurried on, walking with his knees a little closer together out of sheer embarrassment, trying very hard not to think about how naked he was from the waist down.

you heard the bathroom faucet run.

a moment later, you heard the familiar clink of his water bottle as he picked it up from his desk onhis way back.

he returned carrying a warm, damp washcloth in one hand and his water bottle in the other before settling onto the edge of the mattress beside you.

"...sorry if it's cold," he murmured.

he cleaned you both up with careful hands, pausing every so often to ask if he was pressing too hard. every whispered "sorry" only made your chest feel warmer.

once he was finished, he handed you his water bottle.

"...drink a little?"

he watched until you'd taken a few long sips before drinking from it himself.

"...you okay?" he asked softly.

you nodded.

only then did his shoulders finally relax.

he walked back over to his drawers and pulled out a fresh pair of oversized sweatpants. returning to the bed, he helped you slide into them before pulling on his own.

after climbing back into bed, he tugged the blanket a little higher around your shoulders until you were warm again.

reaching above your heads, he felt around the mattress until his fingers bumped against the frame of his glasses. with a relieved little hum, he slipped them back on before leaning over to pull the laptop back from the foot of the bed, settling it beside your hip again.

"...huh," he mumbled, squinting at the screen through his thick lenses. "...youtube finally gave up and recommended mumbo jumbo."

you let out a quiet, affectionate laugh, hiding your smile against the pillow .

"toru."

"...sorry," he whispered with a sheepish smile, kissing the top of your head before wrapping his arm around your waist. "...let's just watch it."

a/n: thank you for all the support on part one 🙏🏼 had so much fun writing this, and i hope i did these two justice. i hope it made you wet too ;D

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NERDJO | GOJO SATORU - cockwarming nerdjo while watching minecraft. (part one)

minors do not interact | mdni 18+ | nsfw

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contains: established relationship, college au, dorm au, NERDJO, reader insert, clingy nerdjo, mutual firsts, minecraft, cuddling, cockwarming, fluff, NERDJO.

soft, blue-tinged light spilled from the laptop resting beside your hip, leaving the rest of the dorm in comfortable darkness.

on screen, a minecraft video was playing.

you were curled on your left side, facing the screen. behind you, satoru had spent the last ten minutes inching closer and closer until there wasn't an inch of space left between you. his chest was pressed flat against your back through two layers of hoodies, his knee slotted snugly between yours. one of his long arms rested across your waist, his hand loosely curled against your stomach.

he reached up to adjust his collar, only for the metal zipper of his hoodie to snag on the edge of the blanket.

"...ah."

after a second of trying to untangle it, he gave up with a tiny huff against your neck, nudging his glasses back up his nose instead.

"i—i mean, look at that redstone circuit," he muttered against your shoulder, his voice low and raspy. "there's literally an easier way to wire that. he's just copying mumbo jumbo's piston door tutorial from, like... three years ago."

he cut himself off, jaw snapping shut.

"sorry. i know ‘m ruining the video... i can stop talking."

a beat.

"...actually—no, hold on. look at that repeater."

you reached down and patted his arm affectionately, cheeks warming despite yourself. somehow, four months in, moments like this still felt new.

you weren't even watching the video anymore. he frowned at the screen with complete sincerity, focused entirely on the redstone build despite practically having you wrapped in his arms. you just listened to the quiet rhythm of his breathing, aware of the way his messy white fringe tickled your cheek every time he blinked.

he shifted again, trying to pull the blanket higher over your shoulder.

the heavy pressure of his bulge against your lower back grew harder to ignore. satoru went commando inside the dorm at all times—he swore up and down that underwear was a scam designed to oppress his circulation—so there was zero barrier between his sweatpants and your shorts. beneath the thin fabric, the soft, heavy, half-formed shape of his cock pressed right into you. he didn't seem to notice at all, still completely absorbed in the video.

"wait..." he mumbled, tapping the brightness key on the keyboard. "is that... why is his render distance set so low? the fog is hiding half the biome."

as his arm came back around your waist, his fingers brushed the hem of your short shorts.

he hooked a thumb under the waistband, tugging it down maybe half an inch—and then he froze.

the room went still. his breath hitched, heat radiating off his chest pressing straight through your hoodie. he pulled his hand back immediately.

"i—um."

he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

"is... is that okay?"

"toru, it's okay," you whispered, leaning back against him just a fraction more. you hadn't put on underwear under your shorts tonight either, having picked up his commando habit over the last few months.

"...okay."

he stayed still for another moment. like he was making sure you really meant it.

his hand found your waist again. he moved carefully, his fingertips hesitating every few inches, still giving you plenty of time to stop him. he worked your shorts past your hips, dragging them down to your thighs.

when the cool air hit your skin, you shivered. satoru immediately shifted, pulling the edge of the blanket down to cover your legs first before his body pressed back against yours to block the cold.

a quiet rustle of fabric followed as satoru awkwardly fumbled with the waistband of his sweatpants. his knee bumped against yours in his haste.

once he'd finally managed to free himself, he reached past your shoulder and paused the minecraft video.

he was only semi-hard, at that soft, heavy in-between stage, and his ridiculous thickness rested against your lower back. bare and thick at the base, his cock rested innocently against your skin while he waited.

his forehead settled against the back of your shoulder, his breath coming in slow, uneven hitches.

"...can i kiss you?"

a tiny pause.

"...wanna kiss you."

you snorted softly before humming, "m’kay."

satoru let out a quiet breath, pressing his lips to the side of your neck. the kiss lingered, a little clumsy, his dorky glasses bumping lightly against your cheek before he settled back down.

"...cockwarm?" you asked softly, not turning around.

satoru's breath hitched completely.

"...p-please?"

the word came out barely above a whisper. he loved cockwarming with you, the simple closeness of just being tucked inside your heat without any expectation.

"put it in, toru," you cooed, reaching back to trace his arm.

he moved with delicate care. his large hand slid beneath your right knee, gently lifting your leg just enough to open you up. he guided the blunt tip of his cock forward, nudging against your hole. you were already slick, making it easy for the thick head to slip past your lips.

because he was so wide, even at half-mast, he paused instantly, letting out a shaky exhale against your neck as your walls wrapped tight around him.

"...is this okay?" he whispered, his voice tiny and thick.

"you're fine. keep going."

another slow breath brushed your neck before satoru eased himself in further. inch by slow inch, he sank into you. because it was just a lazy cuddle session, only about half of him fit comfortably, but he didn't mind at all. he just let himself stay buried halfway, exhaling a quiet, trembling sigh into your skin.

his chin rested on your shoulder as he wrapped one arm snugly around your waist, his other hand gently easing your leg back down.

"...better?" you murmured, a faint, flustered smile tugging at your lips.

satoru nodded against your neck and pressed another kiss to your skin.

"y-yeah," he whispered, his voice dazed and thick with affection. "so much better... you're really warm."

he stayed exactly where he was, forehead resting on your shoulder as he listened to you breathe. absentmindedly, his thumb traced slow circles over your hip before he tugged the blanket a little higher around your shoulder.

his glasses slipped down his nose again, the frame nudging your cheek.

"...seriously," he mumbled with a tiny sigh, nudging them back up with the back of his wrist.

eventually, he reached past your shoulder and tapped the space bar.

the minecraft video resumed.

a/n: they’re so sickeningly in love 😭 lmk if y’all want a part two <3

next part

[imonlyhereforoneshots]

“Are you ready?” You ask your boyfriend, looking down at the hot pink strap you were wearing.

Satoru was on his hands and knees in bed as you stood behind him. He’d only given into this because you’d been begging to fuck him this way for months.

You squeezed some lube onto the rubber dick, taking a step closer to your boyfriend’s entrance.

“You better be nice to me. I’m the sweetest boyfriend on the planet for letting you do this. And.. I shared my kikufuku with you yesterday,” Satoru reminded.

The strongest would never admit that he was slightly nervous by the idea of being pegged. On the other hand, he’d also never admit how fucking into this he was.

The idea of his pretty little girlfriend fucking his asshole until he was in tears was a pretty thought. It made him hard just thinking about it.

“Are you ever nice to me?” You raised an eyebrow.

“That’s not fair! You like it rough! I’m just-” Gojo was cut off by the feeling of you lining the colored dildo up in front of his hole.

The cold lube made him twitch slightly. He groaned as you pushed yourself in slowly. “Tch..” Gojo grunted, his teeth bared as he took the silicone toy inch by inch.

Gojo was already trembling when you’d bottomed out. Seeing him this way was making you drip with wetness.

“You good..?” You asked your boyfriend after not hearing a playful comment from him since you’d pushed yourself inside.

“I’m fine,” he breathed out, his shoulders dipping slightly. His forehead was already dripping with sweat.

“Alright..” you replied, taking his words as a sign to start carefully moving your hips.

Your thrusts started off slow, careful not to hurt him.

Gojo grunted again, his arms struggling to hold up his own body weight.

The sight of him falling apart this way made you smile. You picked up the pace of your thrusts, grabbing ahold of his hips.

“God… you-” your boyfriend whined, his face falling into the pillow as his hands clawed at the silky black bedsheets, desperate for anything to grasp onto.

“What is it baby? Use your words..” you encouraged in his ear, bottoming your strap out inside of him.

He was enjoying this way more than he’d anticipated. His cock throbbed with need and desire. You’d barely even started, yet Satoru also felt his orgasm building.

This was so new. So.. pleasing.

“Baby I-” Gojo cut himself off with a whimper, tightening his grip on the sheets.

“You like it?” You asked him.

He nodded in reply. He liked this very much.

The speed and depth of your movements picked up, getting lost in the moment and the pleasure of your boyfriend.

Before you knew it, he was practically begging to cum.

Satoru’s cock throbbed as his semen stained the sheets below him.

The second you gently pulled out of him, he flopped onto the bed.

“You’re so evil..” he pouted.

“You loved it,” you replied.

“You wish,” Gojo rolled his eyes, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath.

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I hope u guys like this I felt overly freaked out :3

Also tysm for 200 followers im glad you guys like my writing!!

[tays-writing]

Satoru Gojo has one very unfair advantage when it comes to your blindfold kink: his fucking Six Eyes.

“I want to blindfold you.”

Satoru paused mid-stretch.

“…You do realize,” he said slowly, voice dripping with amusement, “that I’m already wearing one, right?”

You groaned into the pillow.

“That’s the problem, Satoru! I want to be the one putting it on you. I want the control. I want you not being able to see because of me.”

“Aww. Is my poor little baby frustrated?” He rolled onto his side. “You finally get the strongest sorcerer in your bed and the one kink you can’t scratch is ‘take away his vision.’ because is physically incompatible with his stupid powers. Tragic”

You smacked his naked chest. “Shut up. It’s not funny.” Then you sat up, frustrated. “And the worst part is, even if I put one on you, it wouldn’t even work. You’d still be able to see everything. It’d be completely pointless.”

Satoru went still. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth before he reached up and slowly tugged his own blindfold down until it rested around his neck. “There,” he said softly.

You stared at him, waiting for the usual teasing. Instead, he leaned in closer, voice dropping into something quieter.

“…You’re right, I would still see” he said “But you still want to do it anyway, don’t you?”

“…Yeah.”

A small, crooked smile tugged at his lips.

“Then put it on me.”

You blinked. “But you’ll still—”

“I know.” He caught your wrist gently and guided your hand toward the black fabric on his neck. “I’ll still see every single thing. But I’ll let you put it on me anyway. And I’ll keep my hands right here—” he flattened them on the mattress beside him, dramatic and obedient, “—until you say otherwise.”

You narrowed your eyes.

“Even if it’s useless… you still get to cover my eyes. You still get to pretend. And I’ll play along for as long as you want. Limited-time offer for very pouty frustrated girlfriends only.”

You stared at him for a long second. Then you climbed into his lap, grabbed the blindfold from around his neck, and carefully slid it back up over his eyes.

“…There,” you said, proud. “Blindfolded by me.”

His head tilted slightly toward the sound of your voice. Even though you both knew perfectly well he could still see everything.

“Mmh. Helpless,” he murmured, voice warm with amusement. “Completely at your mercy. Totally vulnerable. Please be gentle with me.”

“You’re such a liar.”

“It’s actually called roleplay.”

You hummed. Then, completely deadpan:

“Next time, you’ll be roleplaying with a gag in your mouth.” you said casually.

Satoru’s smile vanished.

“…Wait. What?”

You blinked innocently.

“What?”

“I—” He paused, visibly recalculating. “You have a gag fantasy too?”

“It just occurred to me.” She shrugged. “You don’t have the Six Mouths power, so that one should actually work.”

“…The what?”

“The Six Mouths.”

“That’s not a thing.”

“Well, you have Six Eyes.”

“That is not how powers work.”

“I just know that next time we’re skipping the eyes and going straight for the mouth. Period.”

You leaned in and started kissing his neck, and all Satoru could think was—

Why the fuck am I actually wondering how Six Mouths would work?

[hotties4gojo]

JJK SAPPHIC KINKTOBER EVENT !

𑣲⋆ about. a jjk kinktober collab event for the gays that i hope will encourage people to write more sapphic jjk fics in future! all works are focused on the adult jjk women only— yuki, shoko, utahime, yorozu, uro, fem!gojo, fem!geto, fem!toji, fem!sukuna, fem!choso, fem!nanami, fem!higuruma. if you’d like to participate, just reply or dm me. non-mutuals & mutuals can participate in this event!

𑣲⋆ rules. including multiple of these characters (3some/4some/etc.) is okay! dark content is allowed, all i ask is that non-con, stepcest/incest, and abuse are nottt included. no men either please; meaning no threesomes w/ men and no shoving a man between the women as a plot device 😭🙏🏽

𑣲⋆ extra. writers: you can check out this list of kinks if you’re in need of ideas & inspo. readers: feel free to ask for a spot on this kinktober’s taglist so you can be tagged in each work!

use the tag #𑣲⋆ jjk sapphic kinktober for your submissions!

𓏲ּ𝄢 i’m talm ‘bout innittttt! ꒰ ft. nerd!femjo, masseuse!femguru, neighbor!shoko, milf!yuki, demon!femkuna, plumber!femtoji (all separate) by @hotties4gojo ꒱ exhibitionism, public sex, humiliation kink, sweat play, panty stealing, oral, monsterfucking, pegging, etc.

𓏲ּ𝄢 skin ꒰ ft. older!shoko by @ether3alglory ² ꒱ virginity loss, first time, mommy kink, bondage, innocence kink

𓏲ּ𝄢 candy ꒰ ft. popular!yuki by @ether3alglory ꒱ sex toys, voyeurism, guided masturbation, public sex

𓏲ּ𝄢 title ꒰ ft. tbd chara by @lovelywyenn ꒱ tbd kinks

𓏲ּ𝄢 title ꒰ ft. gf!femguru and doctor!shoko by @yorikae ꒱ medical play, aftercare worship, clinical dom, fire / wax play, bondage, sensory deprivation, cuckqueaning

𓏲ּ𝄢 title ꒰ ft. uro by @brezzybae ² ꒱ pet play

𓏲ּ𝄢 title ꒰ ft. femcho by @brezzybae ꒱ lingerie, high sex

𓏲ּ𝄢 title ꒰ ft. femkuna by @mjedwardslover ² ꒱ tbd kinks

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[levitonin]

Proof that he survived 👍🏻

[diamond-eyez]

armin trying his tongue piercing on you

Armin was one of the last people you'd expect to have a tongue piercing, but he did. At the party you met at all those months ago, Armin had told you it happened during a party where he got drunk for the first time. Really drunk. Drunk enough to not remember getting his tongue pierced until the next morning when it was aching and bleeding a bit.

That charmed you, and one thing led to another and you ended up making out that night, the metal ball stabbed through his tongue feeling so good in your mouth. Too good. Good enough that you wanted it in another place where you knew it'd feel even better than just on your tongue.

So now, around four months into dating, Armin has finally gained the courage to eat you out. And boy, did he know how to use that piercing for something heavenly.

"Fuck-Armin," you whimpered, hips bucking against his mouth as his tongue laps at your clit, two of his fingers curling deep inside your pussy and touching that sweet spot deep inside you that made your eyes roll back. "Mmph-"

"Does it feel good? Am I doing good?" His voice is soft and trembles slightly, his nerves audible as he kneels between your thighs. His eyes were glassy as he looked up at you, hazy and filled with lust. "I wanna make this good for you."

"You are. Armin, please keep going. Please," yiu whined, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes again as he goes back down, lips latching onto your clit and sucking firmly.

The feeling of warm metal pressed against that bud at the crest of your sex made the edges of your vision go white, a deep groan leaving your mouth as your fingers flew to his hair, tugging on the blonde strands.

He grunts into your cunt, looking up at your blissed out expression, and that combined with your moans and the way you pull on his hair almost makes him cum in his boxers.

He picked up speed, wanting you to cum all over his face, fingers reaching deeper as he pumped them faster and he sucked harder on your clit, using his piercing firmly and making your cries and moans increase in pitch as you felt your orgasm building in your belly.

"Hmph. Armin, im gonna cum-" you gasped, tugging on his hair harder and making him moan into your pussy. The vibrations felt delicious on your clit, almost sending you over immediately. "Armin-"

Armin rutted against the bed as he kept tasting you, moaning at the friction on his clothed cock as he eagerly slurped up all your slick. He circled his tongue around you, letting the warm metal on his tongue roll on your bundle of nerves, and thats what sent you over the edge.

You cried his name as you came, gushing all over his face as he eagerly drank up all your juices, eyes rolling back at the taste.

Your thighs trembled around his face after, your heart racing as sweat cooled on your skin. You panted softly, looking down at Armin still between your legs, then paused at his frown.

"Armin?" You pulled your arms up to hold you as yiu leaned back on your elbows. "Baby, whats wrong?"

His face and neck flush bright red, his face immediately turning away as he mumbled. "I... i came in my boxers."

You were silent for a second, then a small giggle left you, which made his flush deepen. "Its not funny."

You hummed fondly, reaching one hand down to cup his cheek and make him look at you. "Im sorry, baby. Im not laughing at you. Im just surprised."

He looked away again and you sat up fully, now cupping both of his cheeks and pressing a soft kiss to his nose. "You want me to help you clean it up?"

He hesitates before nodding slowly, bringing his glassy eyes up to yours, and you wanted to fuck him right then and there, with that pathetically desperate look he was giving you. And you would.

© diamond-eyez | all rights reserved

[leviykwim]

what if Armin changes his whole personality in front of others to be seen as the shy nice nerd everyone likes while he’s silently judging every single person who glances his way??? lowkey like a mean girl

[leviykwim]

no thoughts just Armin hacking some games for you so you get all the good stuff on yo favorite games 🔥🔥

[lokisloverisnthere]

Incest and pedophilia aren’t kink’s guys. Let me run that by you once more, incest and pedophilia are not kinks. Whatsoever.

Toodles!!

#Seriousmysterious

#anticensorship BUT #PROCONSEQUENCES

[revolvingsaturn]

𝜗𝜚 biting Choso’s biceps! ᕙ(*ˊᵕˋ )ᕗ

cw: he's lowkey a masochist ngl, biting

more like this

Choso is getting a little worried that his girlfriend might be a cannibal. Not because you’re refusing normal food- no, you still load up your morning yogurt bowls with so many berries he’s worried you’ll turn into one yourself, actually- but you’ve recently developed a rather interesting dietary-related habit.

And no, it isn’t a fad diet, you haven’t taken up learning how to professionally bake again (Choso’s glad of that, considering the absolute state the kitchen was in last time you tried to bake profiteroles. He spent hours helping you clean). No, you seem to have developed a certain taste for something else between your teeth… Choso’s biceps.

“Choso, that’s sooo good, baby.” You moan softly, hands wrapped around the sheets as he gently rocks into you from behind. You’re in prone position, something you’ve both taken a liking to recently because it means Choso gets to press his body against your curved back, and you- well.

“Do that th-thing again,” you ask, the request cutting through Choso’s soft groans from behind, “with your arm.”

Choso blushes furiously and his cock twitches inside your silken pussy. “But, baby, I don’t want to hurt you-“

“Do it!” You plead, “please, I need it.” As if to prove a point, you clench yourself around him extra tight and listen to the way his breathing cracks open on a fresh, keening whine. “Okay,” he breathes finally, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “O-okay.”

You feel it before you see it, a wave of bliss easing over you at the feeling of your boyfriend’s warm, firm, ever-so-sexy bicep wrapping around your head. You feel dizzy from happiness at the sensation, Choso’s breathing wonky and heated beside your ear. “Are you okay-“

Chomp!

“A-ah-“ he groans, dropping his clammy forehead forwards. “Fuck, baby, your t-teeth feel so…”

“So what?” You say, moans muffled around the muscle you’re biting into as he continues to ram into your soft pussy from behind. Experimentally, you sink the enamel in a little further and Choso gasps. “So... nice.” He whimpers, “harder.”

You pull back for a second with a soft ‘chu!’, saliva connecting your mouth to his now-indented skin. “You’re such a painslut.” You degrade. Choso shivers and his cock twitches viscerally inside you, the feeling of his wet tip scraping the plushness of your walls amazing. “It’s your fault,” he whines sullenly. “You bit me first.”

"Well I wouldn't keep doing it as hard if my poor, needy Cho wasn't getting off on it." You purr condescendingly. True to your previous actions, you chomp down again and take great joy in the way your boyfriend whimpers. What he also does, whether Choso realises it or not, is shove his skin deeper into your mouth- but in doing so, only tightens the headlock he’s holding you in.

“Mmngh!” You moan squeakily, eyes rolling back in pleasurable joy as Choso’s cock stirs your insides while his arm forces you into place, your jaw stretched open obscenely spittily around his thick bicep. “Cho-“

Or, at least, you try to say his name. It comes out as a garbled little noise, his muscle parting your mouth and pressing into your teeth until it’s sure to leave a decently sized bruise. “Please,” he keeps begging, running the large hand of his unoccupied arm reverently over your side before hooking it under your hip for leverage to fuck into you harder. “Please, bite me more, baby, I love it when it hurts, you know I do-“

“Hnngh!”

Choso's eyes start rolling back. "I love it when you hurt me," he gasps as you keep slobbering and digging your teeth in harder just to hear him whimper and his cock twitch inside you.

“-I love your teeth,” Choso rasps, burying his teary eyes into your skin and kissing messily, “I love the way you can s-see how much you want me just from the fucking marks-“

Your stomach does a humiliating, arousing backflip when you realise he’s still pressing further into your mouth, squeezing your cheeks together like he’s determined to break his skin and leave a few pretty little scars glimmering across his bicep.

Because Choso is still, constantly, rutting into you so desperately, chasing the pleasure that he derives from the mixture of your teeth on his skin and his cock in your warm body, he misses the way you almost scream to warn him about your orgasm. It doesn’t reach his foggy ears in time- you cum kicking your trembling legs, trapped beneath him, loudly sobbing, mouth clamped open around your boyfriend’s bicep.

And then Choso cums, and it’s like something takes over him- he pulls you up, until your back is flush to his toned front; and keeps fucking you upright in that same sinful headlock as earlier as his other arm grips your waist to keep you there like you're a paper doll. You gasp, tears streaming down your face from both stimulation and the absolute joy of his stinging bicep being between your sadistic teeth. “I’m sorry-“ he sobs into your ear, “but I n-need this.”

You don’t protest, body limp and sweaty and still sparkling with arousal and slick. You part your mouth as wide as it will go and sink your teeth in once more- this time, you aren’t sure if the iron you taste is from his bicep finally bleeding or your own lips cracking from his long they’ve been held open like this. Choso cums in absolute buckets, heavy and thick wads of white that drip out of your bared pussy obscenely onto the tangled sheets below. You’re still pulled up against him by the time he’s quaking through the aftershocks.

“Oh, baby.” He apologises immediately, laying your spent body down onto the bed. "I'm sorry, you did so well, you're so sweet." You wonder how he can even say that at the huge mess you've decorated across his skin; or at least you're assuming there's a mess, because your eyes are firmly shutting ecstasy as you lie out in front of your naked boyfriend.

Choso coos at you so softly it's like he's speaking to a small, nervous kitten. Which he sees you as most of the time, his preciously perfect girlfriend with sparkly eyes and comfy thighs- but you also happen to possess a terribly sharp set of teeth. “Look what you did, baby.”

You follow Choso’s blushing, pleased gaze down to the rows of crescent teeth marks on his bicep, glowing little dents in the perfect muscle that make you gasp and sit up. “Oh my god, that was me?” Then, a nasty little grin breaks into your face. “Hey, better than a hickey. Now, be a good boyfriend and do my thighs to match?”

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a/n: oh I’m so miserable I’d love to have somebody’s bicep around my head one day somebody let me know if it's worth it :(( also this is kinda short because I had this idea and HAD to get it out

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[elicalace]

sucking off gamer!choso

It never really bothered you that your boyfriend would spend hours playing games with his friends. Quite the opposite — seeing him so focused while still having fun really was a sight.

Howerever, there was a limit to your patience — inviting you over only to have said a whole two words the entire time you have been there was pushing it. You don't mind when he decides to play a bit. But inviting you over just to barely acknowledge your presence irritated you.

So, like every rational person you do the thing anyone would do when they get ignored — suck his dick.

Was that a good idea? Probably not. Will you still do it? Of course. You get up from the bed you were lounging in for the past hours doing absolutely nothing and sneaked your way behind his chair. Choso was too inmersd in the game to notice you — only flinching when he suddely felt your hands on his shoulders, only to relax once he realised it was you.

"Choso baby." You whispered, moving the headset to the side so he can hear you. His eyes shift from the screen to look at you before quickly moving back when you heard shouting coming from his friends. "Yeah?" He still answered absently, his focus being back on the game.

He really was making it worse for himself by the second — but you don't mind. Stupid action get you stupid consequences. You hum like you forgot you actually wanted to say something — instead you lean down, lips barely grazing his neck. He jumps at the contact, his usual blush already forming like he can't help himself.

"U—uh what are you doing baby?" He sounds wary, paranoid his friends would hear him through the mic. And your seducing voice certainly didn't help the case. "I want you so bad." It was a simple sentence, whispered right in his ear before kissing the skin under it, making his breath hitch.

When your lips leave his body for a second he seems to remeber he didn't answer. "Right now?" He sounds nervous —eyes repeatedly moving from thee screen to your hands which were moving down his chest, nails scratching the bare skin.

You hum once again, not bothering to actually answers — probably bad decision because you see the bulge in his sweatpants grow at the sound. "I—i'm almost finished we can do it aft—" Before he finishes talking you move infront of him, lowering yourself on your knees, staring right up at him. "Don't worry. You can continue playing all you want." You cut him off, almost laughing when his eyes widen comically.

"W—what? Right no—ah." He doesn't have the time to question your motives, not when you're already massaging him through his sweats — he was never happier for the mute button. You tug at his pants, asking him to take them off — he gets the hint, lifting his hips to help you lower them until his cock springs free — already hard and leaking for your attention.

His happiness doesn't last long. "Unmute yourself Cho. And play the game. That's what you wanted to do the whole day, no?" You run your hands up his thighs, which tense with every word you're saying — face crunching up in panic like you phiscally threathend him.

But when you move to take your hands off he stops you — unmuting his mic, trying to focus back on the game — his teammates already shouting at him for being inactive so long. He mumbles something that sounds like an dumb excuse, his eyes looking back down to you like he can't look away.

You decide to put him out off his misery (for now) and wrap your hand around him, squeezing the base lightly to hear the man above you let out something that sounded suspiscously close to a whimper — attempting poorly to cover it with a cough. You don't let him catch his breath for a second — already starting to stroke him in a slow torturous manner.

Choso basically tenses on his whole body — his breath hitching, biting his lip in an attempt to hold in his sounds. He doesn't last very long with that — a loud moan ripping from him when you finally wrap your lips around him, sucking gently at the tip. "O—oh shit please—" He doesn't even know what he's begging for, his cries not falling deaf to your ears. You're not the only one who heard it because not even a second later you hear his friends through the headset. "Dude what the hell are you doing?"

The voice seems to rip your boyfriend out of his trance, whole body tensing when he tries another stupid excuse but his voice falters when you decide to take him all the way down your throat — which was not easy considering his size. "S—shit wait mhhn— of fuck" You're sure if his friends were suspecting something before now they were sure with the way he's a whimpering mess.

But he seems to gone to think about anything else but the way you feel wrapped around him, his hands letting the controller fall and moving to your hair — not guiding, just holding you like he's gonna faint if he doesn't have somewhere to hold onto.

You feel it — he's getting close. Dick twitching in your mouth, his cries and pleas getting louder — the sounds from the headset strangely quiet. And just when he's about to release — you pull your mouth complety off. "N—no why? I w—was so close. Please. I need to cum." He sounds confused and hurt at the same time, and when you look closer you can see tears at the corner of his eyes.

You get up — leaning over slightly so your breath is fanning his ear. "That's what you get for ignoring me the whole day, baby." You pull his headset back over his ear, give him a quick kiss on the lips before walking away, leaving the boy on his chair. With a boner.

And he doesn't catch a break because not even a second later he hears someone laugh into the mic. "Seems like your girl just left you dry and high bro." Choso groans, head falling on the desk.

Yeah he already had some ideas on how to make it up to you.