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
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