joji shit

16. need help with that?

sadboijoji oofqueen got requests n i'm bout to fulfill their and your needs

in which a daddy kink is involved

also maybe peep that blowjob face oof

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"fuck," you sighed, rubbing your clit repeatedly with your middle and ring fingers, listening to the grunts and moans of the strangers on your laptop screen echo.

you ran your fingers up and down your crotch, trying to get yourself to get wetter, orgasm or something, but to no avail.

lately you've been very interested in exploring your body, watching different pornographic videos and seeing what made you react most. and although many genres have gotten you heated, you could never get past a certain point.

you sighed again and decided to give up for the day, closing your laptop screen and putting your lace underwear back on so you could unlock your door and grab something to drink.

you walked down the hall, past your best friend's room and into the kitchenette. you were quite parched as a result of your previous activities, but just as much angry that you couldn't get yourself to climax.

"hey y/n," george sighed, getting up from the couch with his laptop to join you in the small section of your shared apartment you called the kitchen.

you nodded in response, pouring yourself a glass of water and leaning on the high counter which also served as your dining table between where you were and the living room. you were too busy thinking about what you could have done wrong and how.

"dude, what's eating you up?" he broke the silence and snapped you out of your trance.

"nothing, it doesn't matter," you shrugged, sipping from your cold glass and avoiding all eye contact.

"that's why you swore like 6 times in your room?" he pushed, genuinely worried about you. "come on man, how long have we been friends? what is it? did some guy hurt you? i'll snap him in half, y/n, you just tell me and i'll fucking—"

"shut up george," you shook your head and turned back around to refill your cup, completely avoiding eye contact.

"y/n," he pressed, his voice becoming deeper and a little more monotonous, annoying you and oddly making you that much aware of how wet you still were.

you exhaled and set your cup down on the table and crossed your arms over your chest, finally connecting eyes with your best friend.

"you don't want to know," you pursed your lips with attitude and popped your hip out, knowing he was going to persist and embarrass himself and you with him.

"why else am i asking, huh?" he rolled his eyes and sat back in his seat, arms crossed over his chest, his biceps looking especially built lately.

"fine,"

"fine—"

"i can't masturbate," you spoke as he did, watching his expressions go blank.

you scanned his face, looking for shock or embarrassment but you found nothing. it shown no emotion and you could tell he was thinking.

"if you're thinking of a joke to say on my expense right now, i'll have you know, i—"

"let me teach you," he shrugged, the nonchalant attitude replacing itself onto him, completely changing his demeanor.

"excuse me?" you burst into laughter, how would he teach you how to pleasure yourself? "you don't even have a vagina," you continued to scoff and shake your head at his crazy proposition.