9fridays

[9fridays]

nerd!gojo always pulls a face and complains when you mess with his glasses.

but it’s different when he’s trying to study and you’re just messing with him for the sake of it. he can cope with that, scrunch his nose up and swat your hand away and pretend he’s not secretly hoping you give him even more of your attention.

what he can’t cope with is when you pluck the glasses off his flushed face when you’re about to sit on his face. it’s like an extra level of preparation that does unnecessary things to his blood flow. you fold them all nice and set them on the bedside table and then lower yourself onto his lips to take what you please from it.

he can’t handle it. he has to thank whatever divine creature crafted you that you’re not paying any attention to his cock because even a glance in its direction from you at that point could set him off. he’d be cumming ropes with no plausible reason besides your presence!

so imagine what happens when you’re riding him, he’s sticky and hard inside of you and on the last threads of his sanity, when you reach over to the bedside table and slip his glasses onto his face with a pretty ‘want you to see how you’re stretching me out even better, toru. you see that? so big inside me…’

he cums so hard he starts praying to you that’s what.

[9fridays]

nerd!gojo always holds his hand over yours when you jerk him off. he guides your fist up and down on his cock like he's doing it himself and the whole point of your hand being there is null and void. he might as well be masturbating.

you get upset about it one day, sitting back on your heels and giving his cock a gentle squeeze so he slows down. he looks at you with wide, hazed eyes, glossy with lust and need and everything else that makes him so fucking pretty! "why'd you stop?"

"you could do this yourself," you nod down to where his larger hand wraps around your smaller one, still closed around his weeping cock. "you're doing all the work, toru."

you try to loosen your grip and pull back, maybe suggest some other way of getting him off together, when he tightens his grip and forces your hand to still on his cock. he's a little red in the cheeks, long lashes fluttering under his glasses as he musters up the words he needs.

"i like holding your hand, is all."