“you said you needed to recentre your thoughts.” you murmur between kisses, hips already tilting to let his hands find the sides of your shorts. he eases them down just far enough to get his fingers where he wants them, digits circling the rapidly dampening spot at the center of your panties.

you reach back to feel him through his sweats, grabbing where he’s stiff for you and stroking him through the fabric just to see him twitch a little. nimble hands tug at it without ceremony, nails catching gently on the tented fabric. neither of you bother to strip properly—this was meant to be a pre third game intermission at best.

“we both need recentering,” he mutters as you slip your hand into his briefs, easing his dick out with a low sigh. he’s thick and heavy in your grip, tip flushed and already slick with a glossy bead of precum clinging where you swipe your thumb.

his fingers eagerly work the gusset of your underwear out of the way, hovering you right over where he needs you with easy hands, tip nudging the damp seam of your folds. the push inside is easy with how wet he’s gotten you and with how stiff he is, rosy mushroom tip sliding past the bit of resistance at your entrance to steadily work himself inside you. “biggg push-“

“shut up.” you laugh, hands bracing on either of his thighs for balance, “keep going. I can take it..”  he smiles against the side of your neck, hips lifting in sync with his hands pulling you down as the rest of him splits you open inch by inch till you’re seated on his lap again, ass flush to his thick upper thighs.

his low groan has you biting back a smile, both hands clamping down on your hips to still you for just a moment so you can both adjust. satoru’s head tips back against the cushion, breathing slowing to try to level his thoughts.

similarly, your head falls backward, easing into the crook of his neck as your eyes flutter closed. it’s no more than a couple seconds or so before he’s breaking you out of your momentary peace.

“..are you ready for round 3?” you don’t register what exactly he’s referring to till he’s nudging something cool and solid back into your hand, glancing down to get a look once your eyes open again.

“you’re not being serious.”

satoru hums, lopsided grin tugging at the edge of his mouth. his hands are already reaching for his own controller, shifting to stir his cock inside you. “we said best out of three.” a strained sound punches out of you, walls fluttering around him. “this is the tie-breaker, pretty.”

you’d been the one to suggest doing best of 3 in the first place but he only now decides to refresh your memory?

you gape up at him in sheer disbelief—he’d just buried himself deep inside you, fat tip within inches of your sweet spot, stretch mind numbingly good… and he thinks this is the perfect time for the 3rd round of fucking mario kart? not that you don’t love the game, you do, just not during sex! “gojo satoru.“

“my darling angel.” he’s pressing ‘next round’ before you can really wrap your head around being set up, planting a kiss on your cheek with an exaggerated mwah sound for extra effect. “it’ll be fun, trust me!”

okay, so he wanted to play dirty. fine. you’d play his game and win both of them without even breaking a sweat. the little intro for merry mountain plays out, camera panning throughout the entirety of the map before the countdown begins:

3..2..1, GO! and you’re off before him…like always.

perching you on his lap like this, catching you off guard and he somehow still manages to fall behind, you’d tease him if you weren’t so locked in.

the first lap goes without any issues. maintaining a lead throughout which feels like a personal victory given your circumstances. satoru's being surprisingly well behaved, chin propped on your shoulder so he can see the screen, arms locked around your waist with the controller in his hold, keeping you trapped against his warm chest. part of you thinks he'd just wanted to be close intimately—cockwarming while gaming wasn't a crazy concept. he wasn’t actually trying to cheat you out of a win!

…your illusion of peace and safety starts to crumble the moment you clear the checkpoint and start the second lap. your cockwarming guess goes right out the window with the first, slow, even roll of his hips up into you. satoru sets a gentle rhythm, hips rising and falling, barely fucking you but doing enough to have your focus faltering already. maybe you're just easy.

"satoru.." you giggle despite yourself, focus only straying when you nudge your head against his playfully. it's a little cute to you how this is his best method for distracting you. "baby, s—nng—stop it. play fair."

"i'm not doing anything?" he genuinely sounds confused and you can't help but laugh again, sound breaking into a moan when his hips snap upward, the flared head of his cock pressing somewhere deep. "you're gonna go off the side, pay attention."

you, in fact, cannot pay attention. everything goes to absolute shit from that point on. it’s almost embarrassing. you manage solid turns, you gain speed on the booster pads...just to lose first place again when satoru decides it's good timing to start rocking his hips again.

the third lap comes around, a cpu that has no business overtaking your character overtakes and you’re somehow now in fourth place.

satoru’s feet plant heavy and solid on the carpet, hips jerking upward with a mind numbing consistency that has your blood running hot, eyes glazing over rapidly. it’s a pressure you can feel in your stomach, you can’t think - you’ve gone off the side of the stupid map twice on the same stretch and it takes everything in you to lock the fuck back in, eyes narrowed on the screen. “fuck. q-quit it.”

“but you feel so good..” he runs his nose along your pulse, mouthing at your neck. “touch yourself.” he breaths the words out against your skin, teeth grazing over the heated flesh. “you’ll feel so much better.”

he’s not even trying to play it off, just overly unashamed. “I c-can’t. i’m focusing—”

“you’re so good at multitasking though—” he lets one of his hand fall away, sliding over one of yours to lead it away from the controller and down to where you’re connected. “—so good at taking my cock…so good at everything.”

his larger one over yours, guiding two fingers to press right over your sensitive clit. gently stroking the bud, controlling the pressure while he moves inside you. his thrusts don’t let up, you’re not sure what place you’re in now but the controller fell out of your grip in favor of holding his thighs to brace yourself better. the filth he’s breathing into your ear doesn’t help your case. words of how warm and perfect you feel, how bad he wants to feel you cum for him.

your feet kick out helplessly with a solid strike to your sweet spot, nails biting into his thighs, meeting him thrust for thrust, head falling against his shoulder. you’re probably in dead last, being beat by bots. but hell, what can you do at this point?

“that’s it. t-that’s it, baby. move your hips.” satoru wishes his next hand was free so he could freely feel you up, lift and drop you on his cock but he lets his hips do the work, lets his free hand guide your fingers a little faster. your telltale spasming around his cock clues him in, paired with your paced breathing and the flutter of your pulse against his lips. “almost..almost there—”

“satoru—mmh!” your orgasm crests hard, back arching, toes curling inward. slick pools warm around his length, whines breaking out of you as your pleasure rolls over you in waves. being worked through it by satoru’s still moving cock inside you.

you don’t need to look at the screen to know that he’s crossed the finish line, the triumphant jingle and his “I—o-oh fuck—I won! I won!!” tells you enough.

shameless fucking cheater.

author's note :: 𑣲⋆ fingers crossed that I didn't miss typos because I finished this at 4 am -`♡´-