Riri 🌺🌟

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you’re both still catching your breath after the fifth round, bodies slick with sweat, the room thick with the scent of sex and satoru’s cologne. he’s lying on his back, chest rising and falling fast, one arm draped over his eyes as he lets out a tired but satisfied laugh.

“fuck, baby. you’re gonna kill me,” he mutters, voice hoarse and amused. “i thought you’d be tapping out by now.”

but instead of curling up against him like he expected, you push yourself up on shaky arms and swing one leg over his hips, straddling him. his eyes snap open in surprise, those bright blue eyes widening as he feels your soaked pussy slide against his half-hard cock.

“wait— seriously?” he blinks, a stunned little laugh escaping him. “you still want more? after all that?”

you don’t answer with words. you just reach down, wrapping your fingers around his length and stroking him slowly back to full hardness. he hisses through his teeth, hands instinctively gripping your thighs.

“holy shit… you’re actually trying to ride me right now?” his voice drops lower, a mix of shock and fresh arousal coloring his tone. “greedy girl. i just gave you five rounds and you’re still this fucking hungry?”

you line him up at your entrance and sink down onto him with a soft moan, taking every inch in one smooth glide. satoru groans loudly, head falling back against the pillow, fingers digging harder into your hips.

“fuck… okay, okay— ride me then,” he breathes out, clearly surprised but already grinning that cocky, dazed grin. “didn’t know my baby had this kind of stamina. shit, you’re gonna ruin me tonight, aren’t you?”

he looks up at you with hooded eyes, biting his lip as you start rolling your hips, watching the way your body moves on top of him like he still can’t quite believe you want even more.

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.

yet you fully intend to ignore satoru for all eternity! you’re leaning back against suguru, scrolling through your phone as if there isn’t a man practicing groveling at your feet. you’re not angry enough to completely deny him, but in no way does he deserve any of your attention.

suguru runs his fingers through your hair, and you know good and well he’s already taken your side. his eyes sweep up satoru, who’s positioned between your thighs like a guilty man out out of place. “you pissed her off, you’re lucky she’s even letting you fuck her.”

satoru whined and threw his head back, while his fingertips dug into your soft thighs. “i’d rather have no pussy at all! come on, look at me.” his other hand is busied with holding the base of his cock. he glides the tip through your wet folds, praying to get even a small reaction out of you. “please just look at me. please, baby—i’m begging you.”

to any average person, that’d be just the right amount of pleading. but not to you! your phone is still on, and your eyes are still glued to it. you don’t even pay him a single hum, let alone a glance. just to piss him off more, you turn your head a bit to kiss suguru’s palm.

satoru can’t take it anymore. he lines himself up, and slams into you with a harsh thrust. your drooling hole swallowed him right up. greedily coating every protruding vein with sticky, honey-like slick. you yelp and jolt the moment you feel it, which sends your phone toppling onto the sheets.

you’re immediately panting and holding onto suguru’s legs. “f-fucking christ! couldn’t you have warned me?!” you snap, but the rest of your energy is spent enduring the mean pace in which satoru is fucking you.

“i did warn you!” he pants, looking up at suguru, who has a sly smirk spread over his handsome face. “you just didn’t—“ he slams into you, sticky tip abusing the ring of your cervix. “—pay attention..mmh..to me.”

suguru seems unfairly content, and you don’t have to see his face to know that. he’s got a strand of your hair curled around his finger like a coil, to which gives a small tug to. but you can’t even think to pay attention to it. “such a needy boyfriend.” his other hand slides down to your clit, tracing small circles over it. “if you can dish it out, you better lick it up.”

you want to act irritated, but it’s hard to furrow your eyebrows in an angry way when they’re knotted into something pathetic instead. every thrust has your thighs shaking, and every time the tip of satoru’s cock nudges your g-spot, you wanna cry.

satoru is rutting into you like a dog, and despite such short notice, you can tell he’s close. he roughly grabs your face, and makes you look at him. the second your watery eyes meet his, it’s over for him. his head droops down as heavy groans and whimpers of your name crawl up his heaving chest. splurts of cum splatter inside your convulsing hole, and your orgasm comes almost directly after.

your back arches, a keen escaping you as your hips stutter and chase the very friction you pretended to be unbothered by. you gush around his softening his cock, which was still plugging your hole so full that no cum could seep out.

your mind is too hazy to realize that suguru has abandoned you. they must’ve interacted somehow, since satoru swiftly pulls out. suguru kneels between your thighs, sticking his tongue out and diving in right in time to catch a thick, filthy droplet of satoru’s cum onto his drool-soaked tongue.

you shudder at the feeling of your other partner licking the cum out of your pulsing, sensitive hole, and it’s then a tear drop finally trickles from the corner of your left eye. every nasty slurp has your hips bucking and stuttering, though he doesn’t let you move.

what’s a phone again?