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part 1 || playing minecraft with nerdjo (among other things...) <3
“no, i said you double tap space bar to fly, not hit Q.”
“can you be quiet? i already said that i don’t know how to play this stupid game.”
“that’s exactly why i’m teaching you, isn’t it?”
“i hate you.”
“just finish building the base, love.”
you were seriously starting to regret even coming over.
when you had first arrived at your boyfriend’s apartment, he was nowhere to be found. that was, until you checked his bedroom, and saw gojo with his eyes glued to his pc, fingers moving rapidly across the keyboard.
you had asked what he was up to, dropping your bag onto his bed, and that’s when he eagerly explained that he was in the middle of playing minecraft.
“minecraft? the hell is that?”
“you’ve never played!?”
“no? was i supposed to??”
and that’s how you ended up seated on his lap, brows furrowed with concentration as you tried to multitask and build your base while also listening to gojo’s instructions.
his right leg bounced up and down as he rambled, pointing towards the screen every now and then.
“no no, don't hold down for too long. you'll break the block,” he says softly, hands resting on your thighs.
the more his leg moved, the harder it became to focus on the game.
“toru… your leg,” you eventually mutter, stilling your hand for a second before moving the mouse slightly.
his leg stops moving. “i’m sorry, is it bothering you?”
you almost turn back around to glare at him. was he trying to mock you? if it weren’t for the genuine concern his voice held, you’d be led to believe so.
you breathe heavily. “under normal circumstances it wouldn’t, but you asked for us to sit like this, so yeah, it is.”
gojo’s gaze trails downward as he sucks in a quiet breath.
his eyes make contact with your bare bottom-half, dragging them lower to where you two were connected. his dick pulsed inside you, and he could feel the dampness of your pussy through his sweats.
satoru had a habit of asking you to cockwarm him while doing the most mundane things.
says it helps him focus more, whatever that means.
you weren’t necessarily opposed to the idea. you liked clinging onto your boyfriend like a koala bear as he worked on an assignment, letting his dick stretch you and fill you up with a special warmth only he was capable of providing.
but, the thing about satoru is, he’s huge.
and that’s not an exaggeration.
that’s also why you told him you’d only agree to it if he promised to remain stationary.
he seems to have forgotten about that promise.
because right when you were about to place down the next block, gojo shifts his body, pulling you closer to him as he sits up straighter. the sudden movement rips an embarrassingly loud gasp from your throat.
“SATORU! i thought i just said to stop–”
despite the heat already emitting from your body, you feel his breath against your neck as he shoves his face into the crevice, the coolness of his glasses frames making you shudder.
“m’sorry, i just wanted to get closer.”
your heart feels just about ready to detonate. you sigh, letting your hand slide off the mouse and land halfway onto the arm rest.
“i thought you said you wanted to teach me how to play?”
gojo hums in response, his hands slowly moving up from their position on your thighs to inch underneath your hoodie. his head moves, lips brushing your skin as he drags them gently across your collarbone and towards your neck.
“yeah, well now i wanna do something else,” he murmurs, voice an octave lower than before.
you scoff, though you feel yourself already leaning further back into him. “and what happened to the studying you were going to do after this?”
he groans, hands moving further up your sides.
“i can pull an all-nighter for that later.”
you don’t let up.
“that’s not healthy, satoru.”
he grips underneath your ribcage, halting your words.
“here’s an idea,” he says, breaking to press another hot kiss to your skin. “i can study you instead.”
his words spurred something in you. perhaps they turned on the less rational side of your brain, because before you knew, you were lifting yourself up off the white-haired man.
satoru let out a soft whine at the loss of contact, his extremely hardened dick twitching at the cold bedroom air.
it didn't last very long, however, as you turn your body around and position yourself to straddle your boyfriend.
sinking back down onto him now felt no different than it did earlier, believe it or not, but anyone who has to deal with a dick as big as satoru's would understand completely.
maybe you should start cockwarming him an hour prior to you both having sex.
not that it would help, but maybe you could delude yourself into thinking it did.
you roll your hips experimentally, earning a deep groan from your boyfriend and a breathy moan from yourself.
after doing just that a couple more times, you decide enough is enough. your hands snake up to his shoulders, grip gentle as you prepare to lift off him and–
BOOM.
the sound took you both by surprise, and you whipped your head around to find the source of it. when your eyes met the bright screen of satoru's monitor, your heart dropped into your ass.
there was a big hole in the middle of your base, sending hours of work and following gojo's tedious fucking instructions down the drain.
“what– what the hell…”
behind you, satoru rolls his eyes. “a creeper. your base got blown up by a creeper.”
you stare at the screen. “...can i get it back?”
“by rebuilding, yeah.”
your head whirls back around.
“you mean there's no undo button?”
your boyfriend gives you the most confused look ever, eyebrows crinkling. “why would there be an undo button in minecraft? that kinda defeats part of the purpose, considering the whole point is t-to–”
you move your hips, raising them a couple inches only to drop back down, successfully cutting satoru off with a stutter and preventing yet another gaming rant.
“it doesn't matter,” you whisper, lifting your hips once again, this time sliding back down with less restraint. “i’m focused on building something else right now.”
in front of you, satoru shuts his eyes, tilting his head back with a shaky breath.
“oh, fuck.”
his tone snapped your gaze up onto him, eyes flicking over the sight of his head thrown back, tracing the veins and curves of his exposed neck.
“what's that? i thought you said you were going to study?”
he pulls his head back up, blue eyes boring into yours. his glasses slide down his nose, lashes fluttering as he looks at you through them.
“i am– i mean i’m going to… study… study you, i mean– that's what i said…”
your movements stop him again, his hands tightening at your waist when you slid off of him.
he wanted to glare, but couldn't. his eyes were glazed over with lust, betraying how he truly felt.
“what are you doing…?”
you straighten up, unhooking yourself from your original position on his lap in the chair. you stand in front of him, eyes raking over his body before you slowly drop to your knees.
“nothing, toru. i just want to help you study.” your soft voice carries as you slip down underneath his desk, dragging your nails over his clothed thighs.
“i'll be your tutor.”
request from my baby @fuckoffari
a/n: omg i disappeared again🥹 i swear its not intentional, i js get too busy and forget to finish up my drafts💔 anyways, finished writing part 1 of my baby ari's request, i'll get on writing pt. 2 soon, trust. this is barely proof read, so i apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes😞 i love y'all sm, ty for the support and also thank you for over 500 followers, y'all are sososo amazing!!🥹🫶🏾
