GOJO'S WORLD: WONDER BOY!
18+ work, MDNI!!!!! nerd!gojo x arcadeworker!reader
Synopsis: ‘Wonderboy’ as you like to call him—alias Satoru Gojo, absolute nerd—is the "arcade master" that’s been spending an entire week’s 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. You’re 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, you’re 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 - 5498. 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.
“Ma’am, your son doesn’t have enough tickets to get the Donkey Kong stuffed animal.”
You were starting to sound like a broken record.
Unfortunately, the past three times you’d uttered the same sentence out loud didn’t seem to get through the head of the woman who was standing in front of you.
Her lips, a bright scarlet—which would be matte if she hadn’t kept licking her lips in irritation, and pursing them in the most dissatisfied manner—seemed to want to open themselves again to advocate for her excessively annoying kid’s “needs.”
And when you looked at her, deadpanned, you’d 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.
“Girl!” She shouted. Not in an endearing way, but very much with an accusatory inflection. “Just give it to us! We’re only missing a couple of tickets!”
The ticket counter machine to your right displayed a bright green 112 in the middle. The Donkey Kong was 600 tickets.
“Ma’am, again, your son doesn’t have enough tickets. You’re under by 488,” 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 he’d dropped on the floor. “If you’d like to pay the equivalent of seventy dollars, the monkey will gladly be handed over to you. Otherwise, your son can pick a prize that’s actually in his budget.”
You gesture toward the small slinkies, expired candies, and plastic toys in the glass box beneath you, labeled with “50”, “60”, and a few “90”s in there.
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.
“You cheap fucks!” She fumed, before looking you dead straight in the eye with a demeaning glare. “Fuck this place, and you! Johnny, we’re not coming back here, you hear me?! Don’t even think about ever…”
As her voice trails out of the store, you roll a groan out of your throat.
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 “save costs”.
Which you honestly thought was waste of time—and he was an idiot.
But that wasn’t even the worst of it. The worst of it all, was waiting for him to finish his games.
“Wonderboy”—or Satoru if you felt nice some days.
Avid arcade gamer, stubborn nerd—he 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 them—you were friends with plenty of nerds! Hell, you might’ve been one a little bit yourself.
But Satoru was so annoying. You think it’d take you less effort to completely clean the entire arcade than get him to leave before closing hours, which, news flash! It does! And it’s a regular occurrence for both of you!
You also don’t 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 wasn’t 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, he’d probably jerk off to Chun-Li at three in the morning after spending hours on perfecting Tetris rolling. Though, those were all speculations.
But that was your point. Satoru Gojo was a smidge of a wonder, and someone you couldn’t 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-hookup’s favorite game (fuck that man and his crazy, big dick!)
And yeah! You were being petty—no doubt about that! Had Satoru started his overtime gaming shenanigans while you were still fucking your hookup, you would’ve 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 weren’t getting laid because you were stuck dealing with his hobbies.
Just amazing.
And now, as always, when you start your closing shift, Satoru still doesn’t 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.
As you’re 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.
“Hey, Wonderboy! It’s closing time—”
“Yeahyeahyeah—wait! I’m almost there, Y/n. Give me, like, two minutes! Here—tip! Take it!” 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, there’s Jacker14449—the bane of Satoru Gojo’s existence. Titled best player holder in your quaint little arcade, who made Satoru very unhappy. All because his nerdy ego couldn’t take someone having a higher score than him.
“Well, it’s not exactly an ego thing. I just wanna beat them, ya’know? Like, it’s something worth bettering me for. If I’m not the best in my own neighborhood, how can I even be considered to be one of the better ones in the real world?”
See?
Exactly your point.
Was Donkey Kong really that serious? To be so fixed in front of a screen like that, you didn’t even bother to leave when a store closed?
“Look, I’m not saying it again! You better be out before I finish cleaning up, or I’m seriously banning you from here.”
“Yeah—yeah, yeah, I know! I’m almost done figuring out this trick,” Satoru quipped through his teeth, “You go! I’ll be out before you even see me again!”
By now, you’d know that was a total lie.
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).
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 Satoru’s grunts and groans filling the air.
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.
But call it an excuse to take it out on him.
“Gojo, get the fuck out before I call the cops. It’s almost twelve in the morning—I have things to do tomorrow!”
“Wait,” Satoru urges, “I’m so close—Y/n! Come—-come! LOOK!!”
You don’t even want to approach him.
But you figure if he doesn’t 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, he’s smashing through pixel barrels and jumping up the ladders.
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 “GAME OVER!” before he reaches the top, as he finally throws his hands in the air triumphantly.
And he starts laughing.
“HOLY—did you see that? I beat ‘em—I beat Jacker! The last play was a total gamble! I didn’t think it’d actually work—you 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 points—” Satoru rambled, anxiously flexing and unflexing his fingers, before wincing in his thumb and pointer finger. “Shit, finger cramp!”
You honestly stifle a laugh.
He’s so nerdy and so dramatic, it almost kills you.
You spare a glance over at the leaderboard—which now displays THESTRONGEST677 with a highscore of 528109 right next to it—before crossing your arms as he prepares to sling a backpack over his shoulder.
“Look, Wonderboy—listen,” you emphasize, groaning out your complaint, “You can’t be doing this every day; this is ridiculous!!! Don’t have classes and homework? Like, why—what—why do you have so much free time?! Seriously—you’re twenty and coming over here to play every day! Go get laid or something!!”
Satoru shifts a bit in his stance, left finger stretching against the bottom strap of his backpack as he picks his ear.
You know it’s not your first time nagging his selective hearing about spending too much time the arcade—you practically sounded like his mom—but, really! He was totally taking advantage of you!
“W-well…I mean—yeah! I have classes, obviously. They’re just not really classes I needa study all the time for, ya’know? Like, don’t you have those?”
“No.” You deadpan. “I don’t. And honestly, it doesn’t really matter. I’m seriously tired of you delaying my closing shift all ‘cause you wanna dominate some random high score? God, like—what are you even taking to be gaming instead of studying or working a job?”
Satoru’s eyes widen at your word choice, but then he laughs.
“Hey! I do have a job, and I do study! I just like to game ‘cause it’s fun. And I kinda get to apply abstract algebra when I play games here, yeah? But, you totally think I’m dumb, don’t you?” 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. “I do! You’re here even after I tell you to leave, like, five—bajllion times! And you never listen,” you almost shout, evidently showing how much you were very much not holding anything back anymore.
Satoru’s expression morphs into something sheepish, avoiding looking directly at you as he rubs the back of his neck.
“I’m sorry,” he croaked out, tinges of guilt behind his words.
Oh, god. Now you were feeling a little bad for lashing out at him.
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.
“Whatever.”
You don’t spare him another glance while you’re walking back to the office room.
“L-look! I know I was being a little annoying—no, scratch that—really annoying about staying late, but I’ll make it up to you!” Satoru chirped, hands roaming up and down his backpack straps, “Look—besides, I totally owe that win to you. You’re, like, a godsend! That play was insane—I don’t even think I could’ve gotten to that point if I weren’t already reaching some sort of flow state. And the first time you came over—okay, yeah, sorry. I’m rambling. But the point is, I’ll do anything you want. Just say it!”
You stop in your tracks, turning to face him, crinkling your nose while he’s in front of you, nervously avoiding eye contact with you.
A tinge of pink surfaced behind his cheeks.
“You’ll do anything?” You scoffed.
“Yes! No arguments, no complaints, no nothing. I-I’ll do it! Clean the arcade with you for a whole week if you want—side to side—I’ll bring you dinner and take you out to a nice restaurant. I can listen to you rant about me to myself or whatever—maybe? If you want?”
You’re 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 you’re 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 Kong’s screen, and the sight of those veins made you swallow.
What the hell?
It was kind of hot.
“Y/n? You don’t have to forgive me or whatnot, but you know if you have anything you wanna ask me for, I’ll do it—no questions asked!”
Honestly, whatever it was he was ranting his mindless nerdy thoughts about, you frankly, weren’t listening. Was it your stress talking, or the fact that you were ovulating, or maybe there wasn’t a particular reason for thinking it—but 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.
Shining white hair, brushing against his cheek in arcade lighting—fuck, was his nose always that perfect? His cheeks looked so smooth that you could probably lick them and they’d have the same texture as tofu.
Honestly, the bonus was the fact that he was praising you. Sincerely, with everything on the line.
But even thinking all of that, you couldn’t 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, you’re thinking to yourself—it’s really bad—that maybe, you want Satoru to help you forget about your stress. Like, actually.
“Yeah! But, I’m real thankful for everything—”
“Satoru.”
“Y-yeah?” He swallows, facing back towards you, cheeks warming with a gentle pink.
You’re standing waaaaay too close to him. Closer than you usually ever do if you’re 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.
He shouldn’t be looking at that, but when he looks at your face, you’re looking at him up and down like he’s a piece of meat.
“What—do I have something on my face?” He stumbles out, smoothing his hand around his cheeks.
Other than his perfect face, no—he doesn’t. When you’re 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 hadn’t 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?
. . .
Apparently, he did have something on his face.
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.
“A-are you sure you’re okay with this?” He breathed out through your lips, “I…don’t really do things like this.”
“Yeah—I mean, that’s why I asked you, didn’t I?” You chuckle, thinking you were being pretty clear about your intentions, ”I’ll show you. Now, stop asking questions–you’re gonna make me dry again and piss me off? Do you want that?”
“N-No, I don’t,” Satoru muttered, leaning back in to continue this driving force of passion between his lips.
“‘Kay, then listen and touch me,” you say, holding him back with your knee as you strip your tank top off to reveal a black, laced scoop bra underneath.
His face is so easy to read—especially when his eyes widen like that, and you’re definitely feeling something harden beneath you.
“Fuck,” he mutters to himself, while you guide his hand over to your back.
“Yup, but first—take my bra off. Then do what you were doing before, except on my actual tits. This will make me wet, if you know.”
“Oh—okay. I’ll do that,” he gulps, fumbling with the strap on your back with both of his hands. “Now what? Oh, right—uhm, like this?” He asks, cupping the side of your breast while he starts rubbing your nipples, up and down. “Wow, they’re really soft.”
You glare at him while he works. “Didn’t I say no questions?”
“Y-yeah, sorry!” He stumbles out, seeing you relax your head back. “Does that feel good?”
You hum back a response. “Try circular motions, and a bit of pinching too—oh, yeah. Mmm, yeah, better,” you mumble, looking down at Satoru’s blushing focus on your chest.
“Pull it out.”
Satoru swallows and tilts his head. Did he hear you right?
“Pull it out,” you repeat, gesturing down to his bulging cock, practically begging to be released from the breadth of his pants.
“Wait—it’s embarrassing, though!”
You want to shout at him. “Do you wanna fuck, or not?!”
“YES!! I mean—yeah! If you’re sure.”
You’re getting a little annoyed about his sickly gentleman act. “‘Kay, then take it out. Let me show—hngh—you something,” he pinches your nipples, “I’ll take my pants off too,” you say, unbuttoning the rest of your shorts, blessing his vision with your soaking panties.
God, Satoru couldn’t actually believe this was happening. As much as he’d always thought you were seriously hot, and the reason he also liked coming to the arcade so often, he’d never imagined ever having the possibility of touching you like this.
As he gripped inside his jeans, he presented to you the prettiest cock you’d ever seen in your entire life.
And, holy fuck! He was big.
You gaped your mouth, looking back down at it, then at him. “Holy shit, you’re huge!” you exclaim.
This is nothing like your ex-hookup—in fact, consider it an entire level up!
Yeah, he was 6’3”, boasting biceps double the size of your hands, but, fuck, you didn’t expect him to be that big?
And he’d been hiding that from the public?
You had to applaud yourself for being blessed to witness the first moments with this virgin dick.
“Uhm, thanks! That’s not a bad thing, is it?”
You shake your head.
“Quite the opposite”
Now you’re deciding that there’s really no more point in wasting time. Your pussy was practically aching—pulsing while you were thinking about Satoru shoving that thing in you.
It’d been a good week since you’d last been really fucked by a guy, so you were not giving up this opportunity. Even if it was, Wonderboy.
“Use your fingers, here,” you commanded, moving his right hand down inside your wet underwear, “‘nd come closer.”
Satoru steps in immediately,
“Okay—y-yeah, what do I do—”
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.
“W-wait, hngh—”
“Try putting one in. And move in and out—slowly, until I tell you to go faster,” you mumble, moving your own hands, up and down against his cock while he holds back his moans.
“S-sure,” he breathes out, slowly inserting one of his digits in you.
They’re 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.
“Y-you know, I’ve always read about how people’s insides are obviously warm because—oh, fuck, that’s good—because your body heat—hnghh!—but, I didn’t think it’d feel this soft,” he rambled, face buried into your shoulder as you played with his cock in your hand.
Even now, he still wanted to make comments like these! You didn’t want to laugh, but seriously, how could he be so annoying?
“Ngh, faster—and ’Toru. Jus’ stop talking,” 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.
“Yeah—s-sorry.”
As he moves another finger into your hole, stretching out your insides more, you’re starting to really feel it. The friction between his fingers and your slick is seriously building something in you that you’re waiting to save for something better.
Satoru doesn’t really know what takes over him, but he’s feeling real good with your hands slowly tormenting his cock, he can’t really think straight. And when you can’t think, the first thing that overrides is instinct.
Satoru’s 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 woman’s G-spot. And what else could he offer other than the two fingers pumping in you?
The office is so hot. Satoru’s cock feels like it’s being tortured by the slow rubs you give it, but he really doesn’t 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, he’s thinking:
Damn, she looks so fucking sexy.
“Hnghhh, shit—you’re kinda good at this,” you muster out, wrapping your arms around his neck to hoist yourself from slumping against the table under you, “I—ugh, fuckkk—I totally thought you were a virgin!”
“Oh yeah—I am. But, uhm, well—I’ve watched some porn before—and women’s anatomy isn’t the most complicated thing, so figured—hah, fuck!—maybe, this is something you’d like?” he breathes out, “Can you go faster? Feels’good.”
As soon as he says that, he’s 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 you’d given up on, and you were doing your best to just get through his intense fingering.
Damn, Satoru! He knew how to learn fast!
“W-wait, Satoru—don’t just—”
Before you can scold him again, he leans his head down to flick his tongue on your clit, watching you jolt.
He’s working like it’s 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 you’re trembling underneath him. It doesn’t 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.
“You taste good,” he vibrates into your clit, feeling your whimpers.
“Hah, ohhhh god! ‘Toru, I’m g’na cum—shit,” you mewl, rutting your hips as he quickened his pace, feeling a coil continuing to tighten in your lower stomach “don’t d-do that! Seriously, ‘Toru—I’m gonna kill you!”
Then it comes crashing out—waves 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.
“Fuck,” 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.
“I-I’m sorry,” he protested, “I just thought you were feeling—”
“Sit in the chair,” you commanded, shoving him onto the office chair behind him, as you climbed off the table.
“I’m serious! I-I’m sorry! Please, don’t kill me, “ he pleads with you.
But you’re too busy thinking about how Satoru might just be it, and climb on top of him.
“You’re gonna get hard again.”
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, he’d gripped your hips, hoping you wouldn’t get mad and remove his hands from you again.
“You’re good at learning,” you pant into his lips, feeling his dick perk up underneath you once again, “now, this time, you can put this in.”
“Really?”
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.
“Good thing I had XL condoms, otherwise I’d send you home,” 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.
“F-fuck, Y/n! Wait—I don’t think—it feels like my dick is gonna fall off!” 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.
“Y-yeah? Hngh, that’s the point—you’ll feel real good,” you mumble, inching your way slowly down and up his length.
“Y/n—Y/n, fuck! I’m serious, it feels—urgh, it feels—” He’s seriously groaning into you, muttering nonsense under his breath while you’re bouncing up and down.
“Use your words,” you coo, tickling his ear with your breath.
Satoru’s eyes are begging not to roll to the back of his head.
“Hngh—it feels so good,” 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 wasn’t holding back—he couldn’t. Your arms were fixed around his neck, watching his eyes roll back, and him leaning back as he moved his hips into you. You’re both overstimulated.
“Yeah—oh, fuck! Yeah, ‘Toru! Mmmm, good—you’re doing so good, ‘Toru,” you pant to him, watching his mouth gape, and cock throb in you while you start to bounce up and down on your own.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Satoru praises, digging his fingers again into your waist while you ride him, your walls still warming around him.
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 you’ll have the most earth-shattering orgasm ever. Even your ex-hookup with his dick could never make you feel anything close to this.
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.
“Y/n, I think I have to go,” he moaned out between your kisses, “It’s gonna come out again!”
You chuckled at his phrase, then quickened the pace with your own whimpers, leaving your mouth. “Cum, you need to cum, Satoru.”
“Fuck, I need to cum—Y/n. Imgonnacum—I’m gonna cum!” 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.
You groan while he's still pumping out his load, hips oscillating on his as you feel your own building.
“Oh, god, that feels—hngh, I just finished, though” he mumbled, chest heaving beneath him as you continued to ride into your own high.
“Mmm—yeah, I know—ngh—I just haven’t come yet.”
You’re 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.
You don’t 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.
“Stop—wait, ‘Toru! I’m already close, you don’t need to—EEK! NGH—stop!” 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 it—and he’s still sucking.
“Oh, god, M’gonna cum,” you babble, “fuckfuckfuck—M'gonna cum—I can’t—NGH!!”
“Mmm—so pretty,” 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. You’re practically on the border of just sleeping in his arms, before you realize you’re genuinely fucking in the office room of your part-time job.
“Satoru, you’re fucking good,” you praise, kissing his temple before nudging your head back into the nook of his shoulder.
“Really? T-thanks,” 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. “Can I throw this out?”
“Mhm, trash is behind you,” you mumble, looking back at his face.
Another wonder: how his frames were even able to stay on his face. He looked too relaxed—much more than you wanted him to be.
And after seeing his satisfied expression, you debate on whether or not you should reveal the secret you’ve been debating on telling him for the past two weeks, as he’s earnestly pursued beating games at the arcade.
But you decide, why not?
He’s already seen your entire pussy.
“Wanna know something?”
Satoru perks up, arm still resting on your waist, and dick still out while he’s trying to stuff it back into his pants. “Yeah?” He answers, slightly skeptical about what kind of new thing you’ll lecture him about this time.
“I’m Jacker14449.”
Satoru didn't quite hear you.
"Wait, repeat?"
“I’m Jacker14449,” you say, “those high scores. They're mine.”
“...What?”
Satoru looks at you in disbelief.
You?
Beautiful, hot, cool, non-loser arcade worker he’d had a crush on for the past three months was his personal sworn rival? That had to be bullshit.
No, it must be—there was no way he’d 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.
“You’re lying.”
You shrugged.
“Who else would spend that much time at the arcade other than you and the people who work there?”
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 he’s honestly too appalled to really think of a response.
When he looks back at you, he knows you’re waiting for a response.
The same way your eyes look so intrigued and cute when you are actually interested in something.
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 didn’t notice, while he was learning how to play Defenders.
No, yeah, he had nothing to say.
But it’s okay, probably, because a big something down there certainly did all the thinking for him—a rising cock standing up again beneath your hips.
And Satoru mutters.
“No fucking way.”
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! ( ⸝⸝´ ᵕ `⸝⸝) 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:
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