𓆩❤︎𓆪 MDNI. 18+ nerd!gojo doesn’t listen to lofi anymore, no, he listens to far better background noise now. // my contribution this month <33
satoru was in deep in his coding session, an app he needs to finish in like a few hours now or else his grade will most likely go down. it’s supposed to be a group project and if that’s how this goes, this project would have been over since last monday but he ended up being a single father of 4 who works like a dog day and night.
he can’t even see you. well, he refused because he knows the moment you silently exist in just one room with him, he would have forgotten his backlogs and poured every ounce of stress on you like a maniac.
satoru got multiple tabs opened, a bunch of stackoverflow and w3schools, one of his music playlists that he completely abandoned, and one streaming lofi that is obviously not helping him focus. he runs his hand on his hair, messing it up as his glasses slip down.
he stared at his phone for a moment, thinking about messaging you and just agreeing to that message of yours saying you can come over and you promised that you will behave and let him work.
satoru shakes his limbs around, pushing the thoughts away as he went back to his laptop. he stared at the block of codes for a whole minute, he knows what to do next—he just doesn’t have any motivation to do so. his right hand land on his mouse and as he looked for the cursor, it landed on his folder. for a moment, he thought about it.
maybe he should pull out the folder..?
satoru fixed his posture, navigating through his folders. his mouse clicks are the only noise as he moves around closing the lofi tab. he read through the titles which is just named as dates and place like 050626_HerDorm.mp4, he double clicked on it, opening the file.
the audio greets him with a mattress creaking, satoru gently cracked his neck as he minimizes the audio’s windows. his fingers settle on his keyboard, finally typing in something to the blinking i-beam in the empty line of code.
“fuckfuck—’toru—!” you moaned through his earbuds. the sound of wet schlick echoes and his breathing from the audio. “you’re taking it so well—fuck, did you just clench?”
satoru’s typing falters as he almost cringes from his voice, he wants to tell himself to shut up and that he needs to hear his girlfriend rather than him.
“ahh, feels so good, ‘toru—your cock feels so good, so big, hah!” satoru is unfazed while he listens to your moanings and dirty talk rather than it being distractive, it seems to fuel his motivation as he reached the flow state of coding. he probably have started a feature just from the 2 minutes and 10 seconds of your moans and wet cunt being fucked by his cock.
it’s a secret of satoru that whenever he really needs to focus, he listens to the audio that he recorded while having your legs spread under him. at first when you found out about his recordings, satoru profusely apologized on his knees while he hugs your calves. you laughed at him in an endearing way saying you’re not mad, you’re just confused on why is it audios rather than videos. satoru lied talking about some privacy and whatever cybersecurity bullshit he can utter.
reality is just this, he likes listening more. he likes doing the mental imagery on his own. audios are less of a distraction for him as he has no visuals to peek on when he gets tempted and despite the audios mostly giving him a really hard boner like right now, cock occasionally twitching when he hears you whine about feeling so full—he seems to be unfazed, think about it as an asmr.
satoru is in deep on his work, fingers moving faster, code of line after code of line. he doesn’t even need the stackoverflow tab, everything is coming from his brain like it’s common sense and muscle memory.
satoru is reaching the end of the audio, he can tell it by your voice and how you just keep on letting out a series of ahh, mmh, ngh only as if you forgot to talk.
“gonna come inside you, you want that, right? fuck, you’re squeezing—me so tight—hah!” satoru can hear the rustle of the bedsheets and your cries getting louder, “inside, please—want it all, ahh, pleasepleaseplease—ah! ‘toruu”
the keyboard clacks and clacks and the sound of the moving mouse is the only noise now, satoru didnt even notice that the audio has ended finally. he leaned back a little to decompress his back and navigate back to the folders—050126_HerDorm, 042826_Shower, 042726_ComputerScienceBuilding, 042726_HisDorm, 042326_Dorm…
satoru double clicked on another one and minimizes it again, ignoring his throbbing cock as he knows one text away after he finishes his backlogs and he can definitely pour it inside your eager, tight cunt.
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