Only one bed? No. How about, there's so many fuckin beds you wouldn't believe it
Steve brings Eddie up to his family's lake house. There are bedrooms downstairs, but Steve wants to sleep upstairs in the dormer attic for the nostalgia of it all. It's where he and all his cousins all used to sleep when they were kids, he tells Eddie with a grin. There's one actual bed up here, complete with a quilt and a bed frame and a night stand, and there's also air mattresses--- like, dozens of them, covering every inch of floor space. Eddie has to really watch his step to not walk on any of the countless beds in this room.
"Pick one," Steve instructs him, climbing back down the creaky wooden ladder to retrieve their bags.
Eddie is overwhelmed by choice. Steve should get the real bed, obviously, but how close is Eddie allowed to sleep without making things weird? Is it like urinals, where there are elaborate social norms for picking the one furthest away to maintain privacy? He's never even told Steve he's gay, but he's pretty sure he knows--- and how does that factor into the distance he should keep?
He finally settles on one by the window, with a buffer air mattress between him and the bed he saved for Steve. When he finally comes up, laden with duffel bags, he grins. "Good choice," he says, clapping Eddie on the back. "That way, we can see the sunrise."
Eddie stares at him. "I saved the real bed for you," he says, pointing to it.
Steve frowns. "Oh. Huh. Guess I figured we would share."
For a moment there's nothing but the chirping of songbirds and the croaking of bullfrogs filtering in from the lakeshore.
"Yeah," Eddie finally says, ignoring the expanse of mattresses as far as the eye could see, grabbing the quilt and pillows off the bed to make up the air mattress. "Yeah, that makes more sense."
18+ work, MDNI!!!!!
nerd!gojo x arcadeworker!reader
Synopsis: âWonderboyâ as you like to call himâalias Satoru Gojo, absolute nerdâis the "arcade master" thatâs been spending an entire weekâs paycheck every day, mastering the world of coin-ops, and hoping to beat his one-sided rivalry with Jacker14449, the user with the highest scores in the entire arcade. Youâre the part-timer, dealing with whiny kids, spilled drinks, and an immovable Gojo every. Other. Day. Now, just having cut off things with your ex-hookup, youâre dying to relieve some stress. So when Satoru finally beats his unknown opponent after staying an unwelcomed thirty minutes after closing time, you wonder, what else can those hands and fingers do?
or: Nerdjo and Reader hook-up.
Status & Content: oneshot. wc - 5.4k. female reader, afab reader, modern au, late 1980s - 1990s ish setting, forced proximity, nerdjo!, nerdjo is stubborn and annoying, tired and annoyed reader, slightly mean reader, sub!gojo, smut, banter and bickering, nerdjo goes on tangents, porn with plot, virgin gojo, arcade, gaming gojo, beginning drags for a little bit but picks back up again, half smut half dynamic establishing, non canon writing so definitely mischaracterization lol, nerdjo has a crush on you ++ ART BY INKYCK ON INSTA.
âMaâam, your son doesnât have enough tickets to get the Donkey Kong stuffed animal.â
You were starting to sound like a broken record.
Unfortunately, the past three times youâd uttered the same sentence out loud didnât seem to get through the head of the woman who was standing in front of you.
Her lips, a bright scarletâwhich would be matte if she hadnât kept licking her lips in irritation, and pursing them in the most dissatisfied mannerâseemed to want to open themselves again to advocate for her excessively annoying kidâs âneeds.â
And when you looked at her, deadpanned, youâd even thought to yourself if her frizzy ginger hair was poofing up because of how angry she was getting at both: you not giving her son a Donkey Kong plush and her child, not giving it up.
âGirl!â She shouted. Not in an endearing way, but very much with an accusatory inflection. âJust give it to us! Weâre only missing a couple of tickets!â
The ticket counter machine to your right displayed a bright green 112 in the middle. The Donkey Kong was 600 tickets.Â
âMaâam, again, your son doesnât have enough tickets. Youâre under by 488,â you mumble, yawning as the lady in front of you urges her son to stop crawling on the floor to find the lost Pac-Man figurine heâd dropped on the floor. âIf youâd like to pay the equivalent of seventy dollars, the monkey will gladly be handed over to you. Otherwise, your son can pick a prize thatâs actually in his budget.â
You gesture toward the small slinkies, expired candies, and plastic toys in the glass box beneath you, labeled with â50â, â60â, and a few â90âs in there.Â
The woman looks you up and down, groans once more, before lifting her child off the ground as she snatches her purse off the counter.
âYou cheap fucks!â She fumed, before looking you dead straight in the eye with a demeaning glare. âFuck this place, and you! Johnny, weâre not coming back here, you hear me?! Donât even think about everâŠâÂ
As her voice trails out of the store, you roll a groan out of your throat.Â
Another day, at your stupid part-time job, dealing with blazing karens, annoying lines of people dying to insert coins (hell, why the fuck did so many people like the arcades?!), and piles of tickets stacked onto the counter that your boss would make you refold, flatten, and put them back into the machines to âsave costsâ.Â
Which you honestly thought was waste of timeâand he was an idiot.Â
But that wasnât even the worst of it. The worst of it all, was waiting for him to finish his games.
âWonderboyââor Satoru if you felt nice some days.
Avid arcade gamer, stubborn nerdâhe just happened to be there every other day. Same time as your boring shifts, ready to bust out a controller and a plastic bag of coins before humming along to Pac-Man Fever on repeat, over, and over again.
God. A total nerd.
Not like you had anything against themâyou were friends with plenty of nerds! Hell, you mightâve been one a little bit yourself.
But Satoru was so annoying. You think itâd take you less effort to completely clean the entire arcade than get him to leave before closing hours, which, news flash! It does! And itâs a regular occurrence for both of you!
You also donât think Satoru really picked up on the fact that the nickname was supposed to be some sort of indirect diss at him. He probably assumed you thought he was a genius.
Even though you were shocked that he learned how to beat Defender in less than two hours, it wasnât like you thought he was that smart or anything. Sure, he looked like a nerd, but not all of them were really that intelligent.
If anything, heâd probably jerk off to Chun-Li at three in the morning after spending hours on perfecting Tetris rolling. Though, those were all speculations.Â
But that was your point. Satoru Gojo was a smidge of a wonder, and someone you couldnât really figure out because all he liked to do was keep his head, hooked to the screen in front of him. And, part of it was also because Wonderboy was your ex-hookupâs favorite game (fuck that man and his crazy, big dick!)
And yeah! You were being pettyâno doubt about that! Had Satoru started his overtime gaming shenanigans while you were still fucking your hookup, you wouldâve never batted an eye! But instead, he butted his way into your closing shift, determined to take down his one-sided rivalry with the leaderboard player in all of the arcade games. And, very unfortunately, after your hookup ghosted you for over a week, practically taunting you that you werenât getting laid because you were stuck dealing with his hobbies.Â
Just amazing.
And now, as always, when you start your closing shift, Satoru still doesnât bat an eye at you locking up the doors, flipping signs over, dragging a full cart over to the arcade machines, or releasing the coins from the machines into the buckets in front of them.Â
As youâre there at Space Invaders, clearing out the profits of the day, hoping to really stare a hole into his head, Satoru Gojo refuses to move an inch.
âHey, Wonderboy! Itâs closing timeââ
âYeahyeahyeahâwait! Iâm almost there, Y/n. Give me, like, two minutes! Hereâtip! Take it!â He mumbles rapidly, throwing a ten-dollar bill in your direction, then swiftly returning to maneuver his fingers around the red and blue controls beneath him.
You poke your tongue between the folds of your cheek with an extreme eyeroll.
Then, thereâs Jacker14449âthe bane of Satoru Gojoâs existence. Titled best player holder in your quaint little arcade, who made Satoru very unhappy. All because his nerdy ego couldnât take someone having a higher score than him.
âWell, itâs not exactly an ego thing. I just wanna beat them, yaâknow? Like, itâs something worth bettering me for. If Iâm not the best in my own neighborhood, how can I even be considered to be one of the better ones in the real world?â
See?
Exactly your point.
Was Donkey Kong really that serious? To be so fixed in front of a screen like that, you didnât even bother to leave when a store closed?Â
âLook, Iâm not saying it again! You better be out before I finish cleaning up, or Iâm seriously banning you from here.â
âYeahâyeah, yeah, I know! Iâm almost done figuring out this trick,â Satoru quipped through his teeth, âYou go! Iâll be out before you even see me again!â
By now, youâd know that was a total lie.Â
But today, you decide to choose peace. And, at least finish work before you lash out all our anger on him and then end up too tired to actually clean up the place (you did that last week and got a scolding).Â
Machine after machine, you collected coins, then moved them to the office room. You counted the cash and checked that the back door was completely locked. You went through your routine, slow, with the sound of pings and spamming buttons, and Satoruâs grunts and groans filling the air.Â
Yet finally, when you made your round trip back, ready to shut off the power entirely, Satoru is still perched on Donkey Kong with an intense furrow of his eyebrows on his face, completely going back on his word, once again.Â
But call it an excuse to take it out on him.
âGojo, get the fuck out before I call the cops. Itâs almost twelve in the morningâI have things to do tomorrow!â
âWait,â Satoru urges, âIâm so closeâY/n! Comeâ-come! LOOK!!â
You donât even want to approach him.Â
But you figure if he doesnât listen, you might as well drag him out. Rolling your eyes while he spams a few more buttons, and you catch a glimpse of his last play.
Feverishly jolting the black joystick in his left hand, and his middle and ring fingers jutting at the blue buttons at an abnormal speed, heâs smashing through pixel barrels and jumping up the ladders.Â
And skillfully climbing the levels, as you see his high score inching closer and closer to beating the high score of 512929.
Before you know it, the game shines a beeping âGAME OVER!â before he reaches the top, as he finally throws his hands in the air triumphantly.
And he starts laughing.
âHOLYâdid you see that? I beat âemâI beat Jacker! The last play was a total gamble! I didnât think itâd actually workâyou know how in Donkey Kong the last level is the kill screen? Well, I finally figured out a strategy that had all the chances of beating the highscore by at least five thousand pointsââ Satoru rambled, anxiously flexing and unflexing his fingers, before wincing in his thumb and pointer finger. âShit, finger cramp!â
You honestly stifle a laugh.Â
Heâs so nerdy and so dramatic, it almost kills you.
You spare a glance over at the leaderboardâwhich now displays THESTRONGEST677 with a highscore of 528109 right next to itâbefore crossing your arms as he prepares to sling a backpack over his shoulder.
âLook, Wonderboyâlisten,â you emphasize, groaning out your complaint, âYou canât be doing this every day; this is ridiculous!!! Donât have classes and homework? Like, whyâwhatâwhy do you have so much free time?! Seriouslyâyouâre twenty and coming over here to play every day! Go get laid or something!!â
Satoru shifts a bit in his stance, left finger stretching against the bottom strap of his backpack as he picks his ear.Â
You know itâs not your first time nagging his selective hearing about spending too much time the arcadeâyou practically sounded like his momâbut, really! He was totally taking advantage of you!
âW-wellâŠI meanâyeah! I have classes, obviously. Theyâre just not really classes I needa study all the time for, yaâknow? Like, donât you have those?â
âNo.â You deadpan. âI donât. And honestly, it doesnât really matter. Iâm seriously tired of you delaying my closing shift all âcause you wanna dominate some random high score? God, likeâwhat are you even taking to be gaming instead of studying or working a job?â
Satoruâs eyes widen at your word choice, but then he laughs.
âHey! I do have a job, and I do study! I just like to game âcause itâs fun. And I kinda get to apply abstract algebra when I play games here, yeah? But, you totally think Iâm dumb, donât you?â Satoru laughs, leaning down to peer at you above his rimmed glasses.
You scoff at his observation, pursing your lips as your head tilts to the side. âI do! Youâre here even after I tell you to leave, like, fiveâbajllion times! And you never listen,â you almost shout, evidently showing how much you were very much not holding anything back anymore.Â
Satoruâs expression morphs into something sheepish, avoiding looking directly at you as he rubs the back of his neck.
âIâm sorry,â he croaked out, tinges of guilt behind his words.
Oh, god. Now you were feeling a little bad for lashing out at him.Â
You swallow, exhaling the last of your frustration as you lift your workshirt over your head, bundling it up in your hands, revealing a fitted black tank top underneath.Â
âWhatever.â
You donât spare him another glance while youâre walking back to the office room.
âL-look! I know I was being a little annoyingâno, scratch thatâreally annoying about staying late, but Iâll make it up to you!â Satoru chirped, hands roaming up and down his backpack straps, âLookâbesides, I totally owe that win to you. Youâre, like, a godsend! That play was insaneâI donât even think I couldâve gotten to that point if I werenât already reaching some sort of flow state. And the first time you came overâokay, yeah, sorry. Iâm rambling. But the point is, Iâll do anything you want. Just say it!â
You stop in your tracks, turning to face him, crinkling your nose while heâs in front of you, nervously avoiding eye contact with you.Â
A tinge of pink surfaced behind his cheeks.
âYouâll do anything?â You scoffed.
âYes! No arguments, no complaints, no nothing. I-Iâll do it! Clean the arcade with you for a whole week if you wantâside to sideâIâll bring you dinner and take you out to a nice restaurant. I can listen to you rant about me to myself or whateverâmaybe? If you want?â
Youâre still too annoyed at him to really think about his offer. As he releases the straps of the backpack from his shoulder, you suddenly catch a glimpse of something that reminds you youâre fucking horny.
He rolls up his sleeves to reveal a pair of veins, bulging from his forearm to his fingers. The top of his hand is flushed, likely from the clicking of the abused arrow button below Donkey Kongâs screen, and the sight of those veins made you swallow.
What the hell?Â
It was kind of hot.Â
âY/n? You donât have to forgive me or whatnot, but you know if you have anything you wanna ask me for, Iâll do itâno questions asked!â
Honestly, whatever it was he was ranting his mindless nerdy thoughts about, you frankly, werenât listening. Was it your stress talking, or the fact that you were ovulating, or maybe there wasnât a particular reason for thinking itâbut Satoru was looking a lot cuter than you remember him being.
His blue eyes sparkled with every crinkle of his eyelid, and his pupils, consuming all of it slowly behind his rimmed glasses.Â
Shining white hair, brushing against his cheek in arcade lightingâfuck, was his nose always that perfect? His cheeks looked so smooth that you could probably lick them and theyâd have the same texture as tofu.
Honestly, the bonus was the fact that he was praising you. Sincerely, with everything on the line.Â
But even thinking all of that, you couldnât stop seething about him making you stay up late for the past couple of weeks, all just to beat someone in a game. Hell, he needed to be humbled. And you were still horny.
And right now, youâre thinking to yourselfâitâs really badâthat maybe, you want Satoru to help you forget about your stress. Like, actually.
âYeah! But, Iâm real thankful for everythingââ
âSatoru.â
âY-yeah?â He swallows, facing back towards you, cheeks warming with a gentle pink.
Youâre standing waaaaay too close to him. Closer than you usually ever do if youâre not storming out to throw him out the back door, or leaning in to check on his newest high scores. So close that he notices your cleavage becoming more and more apparent in his peripheral vision.Â
He shouldnât be looking at that, but when he looks at your face, youâre looking at him up and down like heâs a piece of meat.Â
âWhatâdo I have something on my face?â He stumbles out, smoothing his hand around his cheeks.Â
Other than his perfect face, noâhe doesnât. When youâre this close up to him, you only now realise how big and fit he really was. When you were dragging him out of the arcade with just one hand, you hadnât noticed how your hands were barely half the size of his bicep. He kept that thing hidden like a diamond in the mud.
Aside from what you know from his annoying stubbornness, Satoru continues to keep you wondering.
 What else does he have to offer?
. Â . Â .
Apparently, he did have something on his face.Â
Your lips, probably, and your breath fogging up the glasses on his face like you guys were making out in a hot, steamy sauna room. But reality was, you were just in the office in the back. You told Satoru to just throw a few papers on the floor and move some of the supplies around, then he ended up carrying you over to rest you on the surface, eagerly palming your tit in his left hand as your hands gripped his hair.
âA-are you sure youâre okay with this?â He breathed out through your lips, âIâŠdonât really do things like this.â
âYeahâI mean, thatâs why I asked you, didnât I?â You chuckle, thinking you were being pretty clear about your intentions, âIâll show you. Now, stop asking questionsâyouâre gonna make me dry again and piss me off? Do you want that?âÂ
âN-No, I donât,â Satoru muttered, leaning back in to continue this driving force of passion between his lips.Â
ââKay, then listen and touch me,â you say, holding him back with your knee as you strip your tank top off to reveal a black, laced scoop bra underneath.Â
His face is so easy to readâespecially when his eyes widen like that, and youâre definitely feeling something harden beneath you.
âFuck,â he mutters to himself, while you guide his hand over to your back.
âYup, but firstâtake my bra off. Then do what you were doing before, except on my actual tits. This will make me wet, if you know.â
âOhâokay. Iâll do that,â he gulps, fumbling with the strap on your back with both of his hands. âNow what? Oh, rightâuhm, like this?â He asks, cupping the side of your breast while he starts rubbing your nipples, up and down. âWow, theyâre really soft.â
You glare at him while he works. âDidnât I say no questions?â
âY-yeah, sorry!â He stumbles out, seeing you relax your head back. âDoes that feel good?â
You hum back a response. âTry circular motions, and a bit of pinching tooâoh, yeah. Mmm, yeah, better,â you mumble, looking down at Satoruâs blushing focus on your chest.
âPull it out.â
Satoru swallows and tilts his head. Did he hear you right?
âPull it out,â you repeat, gesturing down to his bulging cock, practically begging to be released from the breadth of his pants.
âWaitâitâs embarrassing, though!â
You want to shout at him. âDo you wanna fuck, or not?!â
âYES!! I meanâyeah! If youâre sure.â
Youâre getting a little annoyed about his sickly gentleman act. ââKay, then take it out. Let me showâhnghâyou something,â he pinches your nipples, âIâll take my pants off too,â you say, unbuttoning the rest of your shorts, blessing his vision with your soaking panties.Â
God, Satoru couldnât actually believe this was happening. As much as heâd always thought you were seriously hot, and the reason he also liked coming to the arcade so often, heâd never imagined ever having the possibility of touching you like this.
 As he gripped inside his jeans, he presented to you the prettiest cock youâd ever seen in your entire life.
And, holy fuck! He was big.Â
You gaped your mouth, looking back down at it, then at him. âHoly shit, youâre huge!â you exclaim.
This is nothing like your ex-hookupâin fact, consider it an entire level up!Â
Yeah, he was 6â3â, boasting biceps double the size of your hands, but, fuck, you didnât expect him to be that big?
And heâd been hiding that from the public?Â
You had to applaud yourself for being blessed to witness the first moments with this virgin dick.
âUhm, thanks! Thatâs not a bad thing, is it?â
You shake your head.Â
âQuite the oppositeâ
Now youâre deciding that thereâs really no more point in wasting time. Your pussy was practically achingâpulsing while you were thinking about Satoru shoving that thing in you.Â
Itâd been a good week since youâd last been really fucked by a guy, so you were not giving up this opportunity. Even if it was, Wonderboy.
âUse your fingers, here,â you commanded, moving his right hand down inside your wet underwear, âând come closer.â
Satoru steps in immediately,
âOkayây-yeah, what do I doââ
Before he can muster out another dumb question, you begin to smooth out the tip with your palm, lathering your fingers from the precum oozing at the top.Â
âW-wait, hnghââ
âTry putting one in. And move in and outâslowly, until I tell you to go faster,â you mumble, moving your own hands, up and down against his cock while he holds back his moans.
âS-sure,â he breathes out, slowly inserting one of his digits in you.Â
Theyâre slightly cold, slender, but long, and, honestly, you even feel your own pussy sucking them in, pooling wet fluids all around his finger as he pumps them in and out of your cunt.
âY-you know, Iâve always read about how peopleâs insides are obviously warm becauseâoh, fuck, thatâs goodâbecause your body heatâhnghh!âbut, I didnât think itâd feel this soft,â he rambled, face buried into your shoulder as you played with his cock in your hand.Â
Even now, he still wanted to make comments like these! You didnât want to laugh, but seriously, how could he be so annoying?
âNgh, fasterâand âToru. Jusâ stop talking,â you mumbled, pushing his shoulders back to make him face you. His glasses were almost going to fall off and were essentially useless, seeing how fogged up they were.Â
âYeahâs-sorry.â
As he moves another finger into your hole, stretching out your insides more, youâre starting to really feel it. The friction between his fingers and your slick is seriously building something in you that youâre waiting to save for something better.
Satoru doesnât really know what takes over him, but heâs feeling real good with your hands slowly tormenting his cock, he canât really think straight. And when you canât think, the first thing that overrides is instinct.
Satoruâs first instinct, then, was to recall what he thought made women feel good. And then, remembers that around an inch or two in, was the average womanâs G-spot. And what else could he offer other than the two fingers pumping in you?
The office is so hot. Satoruâs cock feels like itâs being tortured by the slow rubs you give it, but he really doesnât want to complain again. While your cunt is spread out all pretty and wide in front of him, he quickens his pace, curling his fingers in when it reaches the deepest it can. As your walls clench down on his digits, heâs thinking:
Damn, she looks so fucking sexy.
âHnghhh, shitâyouâre kinda good at this,â you muster out, wrapping your arms around his neck to hoist yourself from slumping against the table under you, âIâugh, fuckkkâI totally thought you were a virgin!â
âOh yeahâI am. But, uhm, wellâIâve watched some porn beforeâand womenâs anatomy isnât the most complicated thing, so figuredâhah, fuck!âmaybe, this is something youâd like?â he breathes out, âCan you go faster? Feelsâgood.â
As soon as he says that, heâs really starting to play with your pussy. At that point, your meek hand job (attempt to keep him hard until you were ready to finish) was a goal youâd given up on, and you were doing your best to just get through his intense fingering.
Damn, Satoru! He knew how to learn fast!
âW-wait, Satoruâdonât justââ
Before you can scold him again, he leans his head down to flick his tongue on your clit, watching you jolt.Â
Heâs working like itâs going to cost him his life.
Throbbing cock, still hard, and aching between his hips, fingers folding in to find your spot, all the while lapping his tongue around your sensitive clit while youâre trembling underneath him. It doesnât take him much to see how much you enjoyed it when you started gripping tufts of his white hair, moaning out his name with no shame.
âYou taste good,â he vibrates into your clit, feeling your whimpers.
âHah, ohhhh god! âToru, Iâm gâna cumâshit,â you mewl, rutting your hips as he quickened his pace, feeling a coil continuing to tighten in your lower stomach âdonât d-do that! Seriously, âToruâIâm gonna kill you!âÂ
Then it comes crashing outâwaves of pussy clamping and euphoria crashed down, pumping as he continued sucking your slick through your high. Satoru groaned as he felt his own cock release his own ropes of cum onto the floor beneath him.
You twitched, gripping his hair so hard you were scared to have ripped any of his hair out.
âFuck,â you muster out, heaving as you watch Satoru blush up at you, glasses falling down his nose again, as you see his face covered in your cum.
âI-Iâm sorry,â he protested, âI just thought you were feelingââ
âSit in the chair,â you commanded, shoving him onto the office chair behind him, as you climbed off the table.
âIâm serious! I-Iâm sorry! Please, donât kill me, â he pleads with you.
But youâre too busy thinking about how Satoru might just be it, and climb on top of him.
âYouâre gonna get hard again.â
Satoru widens his eyes, seeing you lean back in to crash your lips into his, grinding your clothed cunt back on his resting dick. God, Satoru was seriously going to lose his mind over this.
As he opened his mouth for your sloppy kisses, wet sounds exuding from your mouths, heâd gripped your hips, hoping you wouldnât get mad and remove his hands from you again.Â
âYouâre good at learning,â you pant into his lips, feeling his dick perk up underneath you once again, ânow, this time, you can put this in.â
âReally?â
You reached behind you, grabbing a condom from the back pocket of your jean shorts, then threaded it on top, both of you hearing a snap as the plastic fixed in place.Â
âGood thing I had XL condoms, otherwise Iâd send you home,â you joked, rubbing the bottom of his cock once more, before positioning it to move aside your clothed entrance.
As you lifted yourself, you finally slid down his length.
âF-fuck, Y/n! WaitâI donât thinkâit feels like my dick is gonna fall off!â He whimpers out, tugging at your waist as his head lies into your chest. You're completely tight, and despite you being spread wide for him and gushing with slick, he's basically stretching you miles out.
âY-yeah? Hngh, thatâs the pointâyouâll feel real good,â you mumble, inching your way slowly down and up his length.
âY/nâY/n, fuck! Iâm serious, it feelsâurgh, it feelsââ Heâs seriously groaning into you, muttering nonsense under his breath while youâre bouncing up and down.
âUse your words,â you coo, tickling his ear with your breath.
Satoruâs eyes are begging not to roll to the back of his head.
âHnghâit feels so good,â he finally admits, jutting his hips deeper into you. A pang of pleasure shoots through your body, which makes you clench down on his cock even more than it did before.
That fucking dick reached beyond the depths of what you ever knew before!
Satoru clearly wasnât holding backâhe couldnât. Your arms were fixed around his neck, watching his eyes roll back, and him leaning back as he moved his hips into you. Youâre both overstimulated.
âYeahâoh, fuck! Yeah, âToru! Mmmm, goodâyouâre doing so good, âToru,â you pant to him, watching his mouth gape, and cock throb in you while you start to bounce up and down on your own.Â
âFuck, you feel amazing,â Satoru praises, digging his fingers again into your waist while you ride him, your walls still warming around him.Â
It's good sex. His cock is practically kissing your cervix, filling you to the brim; you don't even need to touch anything else to make you feel like youâll have the most earth-shattering orgasm ever. Even your ex-hookup with his dick could never make you feel anything close to this.Â
His whines continued to fill the room, groans still breathing into your collarbone, and you were seriously thinking of actually letting him stay much longer than he ever was before from now on.
Kissing Satoru now felt like it had to be done. His cock inside you, and his lips with yours, was going to be a packaged deal. You were branding it, the DK for Donkey Kong special, since all he ever really cared about was jumping over obstacles, like pissing you off, and playing games.
âY/n, I think I have to go,â he moaned out between your kisses, âItâs gonna come out again!â
You chuckled at his phrase, then quickened the pace with your own whimpers, leaving your mouth. âCum, you need to cum, Satoru.â
âFuck, I need to cumâY/n. ImgonnacumâIâm gonna cum!â Satoru heaves out, dick jerking inside your pussy as a filthy whimper pours from his lips, pushing out his second orgasm of the night with white cum pooling into the sides of the condom.Â
You groan while he's still pumping out his load, hips oscillating on his as you feel your own building.
âOh, god, that feelsâhngh, I just finished, thoughâ he mumbled, chest heaving beneath him as you continued to ride into your own high.
âMmmâyeah, I knowânghâI just havenât come yet.âÂ
Youâre thinking you feel like a maniac; still jumping your hips on his cock while he sat there, heaving through his first two orgasms, but you need this.Â
You donât know if Satoru really understands it, but he proves you wrong once he grips your waist, pulling you closer to him, as he cups your right breast, then leans in to start sucking on your left.
âStopâwait, âToru! Iâm already close, you donât need toâEEK! NGHâstop!â you cry out, as his tongue continues to circle your nipple, his thumb pinching and rubbing against your other. You already feel like coming, but him rubbing against your chest was going to send you to the other side.
Thighs burning, your core is waiting to rupture, and cum slicking down the sides of your cunt. You're so close, and he knows itâand heâs still sucking.
âOh, god, Mâgonna cum,â you babble, âfuckfuckfuckâM'gonna cumâI canâtâNGH!!âÂ
âMmmâso pretty,â he mumbles into your flesh.
Then it releases, a final crash, while Satoru clings to you close to him, mouth still sucking as he peers up above his classes to see you twitching around his cock. Your walls spasm around him as he pulls out his cock, rubbing its wetness against your clit while you get through your pinnacle, hands flexing as you level out the tension.
Satoru finally releases your tit from his lips, right hand holding the back of your head from tipping over and collapsing behind you. Youâre practically on the border of just sleeping in his arms, before you realize youâre genuinely fucking in the office room of your part-time job.
âSatoru, youâre fucking good,â you praise, kissing his temple before nudging your head back into the nook of his shoulder.
âReally? T-thanks,â he heaves out, breathing out as he lifts his glasses from his face to the top of his head, and bundles up the condom in his hands. âCan I throw this out?â
âMhm, trash is behind you,â you mumble, looking back at his face.
Another wonder: how his frames were even able to stay on his face. He looked too relaxedâmuch more than you wanted him to be.
And after seeing his satisfied expression, you debate on whether or not you should reveal the secret youâve been debating on telling him for the past two weeks, as heâs earnestly pursued beating games at the arcade.
But you decide, why not?Â
Heâs already seen your entire pussy.
âWanna know something?â
Satoru perks up, arm still resting on your waist, and dick still out while heâs trying to stuff it back into his pants. âYeah?â He answers, slightly skeptical about what kind of new thing youâll lecture him about this time.
âIâm Jacker14449.â
Satoru didn't quite hear you.
"Wait, repeat?"
âIâm Jacker14449,â you say, âthose high scores. They're mine.â
â...What?â
Satoru looks at you in disbelief.Â
You?Â
Beautiful, hot, cool, non-loser arcade worker heâd had a crush on for the past three months was his personal sworn rival? That had to be bullshit.
No, it must beâthere was no way heâd talked about you to you. He wanted to die. Right there and then, this was not what he thought you were going to say.
He felt something shatter inside of him.
âYouâre lying.â
You shrugged.Â
âWho else would spend that much time at the arcade other than you and the people who work there?â
Satoru gapes at you, far too much in shock for him to really process it. His brain is short-circuiting (something that rarely happens), and heâs honestly too appalled to really think of a response.
When he looks back at you, he knows youâre waiting for a response.Â
The same way your eyes look so intrigued and cute when you are actually interested in something.Â
Like the way that you looked at the one guy who used to come in all the time to talk to you during your shift and make you laugh while Satoru was trying to pretend like he didnât notice, while he was learning how to play Defenders.
No, yeah, he had nothing to say.
But itâs okay, probably, because a big something down there certainly did all the thinking for himâa rising cock standing up again beneath your hips.
And Satoru mutters.
âNo fucking way.â
author's note. hellooo!! first fic here... very excited to have shared WONDER BOY with u!! if youve reached it this far, i thank you for reading and for getting through it haha! it's been a while since i wrote so hopefully it wasn't too cringe or unbearable (^^;) smut scene very much inspired by @/reignpage's gojo fic, but very far from reaching her level of skill yet! ( âžâžÂŽ á” `âžâž) reblogs and interactions are very appreciated and i'm excited to share more with u guys soon :D!!! comments, constructive criticisms are always appreciated so feel free to send in my asks at the top of my page or shoot me a dm! thanks C:
