the nerd and the shy girl
synopsis: he shows up in spider-man pajamas and a box of chocolates, and suddenly your first date with satoru gojo is anything but innocent on valentines day. between teasing touches, awkward confessions, and nerves that won’t quit, the night becomes a lesson in temptation, discovery, and how dangerously good firsts can feel.
pairing(s): nerdjo x shy fem!reader
c.w. & w.c.: 7.1k :: inexperienced/virgin reader & nerdjo :: smut with plot :: oral (f receiving) :: p in v :: fluff :: anxiety :: happy ending
- valentines event collab w/ @sixxels !
it was a week before valentines or maybe it was tomorrow, you couldn't remember.
nor did you really care, at least that's what you kept telling yourself- to make yourself feel better? likely.
you're already running behind- taking too long to do your hair and the light makeup you always brushed onto your cheeks.
you don't know why you did that. wearing makeup, nobody paid you a second glance, you were the quiet college student rushing to each class before the professors made it into the classroom.
maybe, it was because that white haired boy and wanting to catch his eye- perhaps you did care just slightly about valentines day.
you quickly find your seat in the classroom, running just a few seconds late and set your bag down beside you before pulling out your notebook and pencil.
"hey, you find a date for v-day yet?" a low whisper hits the back of your ear.
your best friend, really the only friend you've made.
your shoulders stiffen, just barely but noticeable to her before you answer.
"no," you say softly, trying to mask the disappointment in your tone and the heat crawling up your neck. "it's okay. have you?"
"geto asked me a few days ago," her words hesitate for just a second seeing the flicker in your eyes. "i said yes. i can ask if you can join us."
shoko was never as shy as you were and you always envied that part about her- always making friends and putting herself out there to make new connections with others while you on the other hand, never did.
your skin crawls at the thought of joining her and geto on the date.
third wheeling? absolutely not.
before you can answer her, your attention is pulled back towards the front of the room where the squeaky door is swinging open again-
your breath catches in your throat before you're able to control it when you see that fluffy white hair and those framed ocean blue eyes- gojo, he's always had that effect on you.
shoko catches your reaction and the way your eyes follow him to his seat- she's always known you liked him, you never shut up about him. his glasses, his eyes, his hair, the times you've caught the faintest whiff of the cologne he was wearing.
"you could always ask him out." shoko whispers, those brown eyes gleaming with mischief.
your thoughts haven't slowed once since he walked in and your eyes haven't wavered once- you've never been more thankful that he sits towards the front of the room with his back towards you.
though, you always did feel like he could sense something, or someone staring into his soul with how often he would turn around only to immediately lock eyes with you before quickly turning to face the board again.
but never without offering you one of his tight lipped smiles.
"no, i'm good- and don't ask geto if i can join the two of you. . .that's weird."
shoko sighs before leaning back in her seat. "suit yourself, loner."
maybe she'll bring you a slice of cake back that you can eat while watching some sappy rom-com movie about love and dreaming about gojo and those electric blue eyes.
should you listen to shoko's advice and ask him out? from what you know about him, he was just as shy as you were.
the worst he could possibly say is no, or he'd laugh right in your face. no, he wouldn't do that.
before your thoughts can drag you any further into the abyss, the professor is walking in. you blink, trying to reassign your focus on the front of classroom and away from-
gojo's eyes staring right back into yours- those blue eyes are gazing into yours like he's reading every thought flying through your mind.
you know your face must be as bright as ripe cherries, your cheeks feel like they're on fire and you still haven't pried your eyes away from his, yet.
the history professor clears his throat, the rasp of his voice slicing your thoughts like a blade. "alright, settle down. today we're going over-"
you finally tear your eyes away from gojo's piercing gaze, letting them fall back to your notebook, your mind isn't picking up any of the words. instead, your mind drifts. again.
back to the fleeting moments of the interactions the two of you have had- the accidental touches in the library when you would exchange notes, the soft laughs when you'd crack a small joke that only you felt like you could hear or the ridiculous way you'd both spot each other in any room.
a smile tugs at the corner of your lips at the memories and you quickly hide it, eyes gliding to gojo for just a brief second. good. he's paying attention to the professor.
the professors words drone on- sounding more like a distant background noise instead of someone actively speaking loudly just steps away. something about dates, wars, revolutionary- it all floats in one ear and out the other.
you eventually put your pencil to your notebook, so you can at least look like you're paying attention while your mind is looped with thoughts of him.
you force yourself to jot down notes but your handwriting is sloppy, nothing like your neat and pristine handwriting you use when you're typically in class.
time looms on for the next hour, trying your hardest to avoid staring at him even when you'd catch him turning his head to steal a glance at you before averting his eyes like he wasn't supposed to be watching.
when you finally did decide to look again is exactly when you caught the tail end of your professors words. "—and that's all for today. you can leave now."
you blink and let out a sigh of relief. finally, you can get out of this class and away from your humiliation of staring at gojo and the defeat that lingered from shoko's words.
you're shoving your notebook and pencil back into your bag, bending your cover in the midst of it when shoko's voice pricks your ears again.
"do you want to come over tonight? we can order chinese, watch a dumb movie and i'll let you help me pick what to wear."
you hold back another sigh. she's just trying to be supportive, that's what you tell yourself- if for anything, your sanity.
"uh, sure- i'll come by. what time?" you ask her, mental exhaustion already creeping in with the linger of dread of what you'll have to listen to tonight.
you don't really want to go over to her dorm and listen to her ramble on about her date with geto, the boy who she's been crushing on a shorter period of time than you've liked gojo. you know it's the jealousy creeping its way in; it always does.
"mmm. whenever, we have four hours left of hell-" she says, already moving towards the door to head to the next class. "just text me."
maybe you can say you toppled down the stairs and broke your leg, that could get you out of it. no- she would just bring her wardrobe to you and torture you in your own peaceful corner.
you bend over to grab your bag when a shadow looms over you- not dangerously, not too close but a comfortable distance, reflected on the ground below the classrooms fluorescent lighting.
your nerves are already bundling in the pit of your stomach when your eyes catch the shoes- those squeaky clean and checkered vans. the shoes that have probably never stepped a single toe into mud or a dust particle. gojo's
your breath hitches when the realization finally slams in. your back straightens out before you can talk yourself back from it or just bolt from the room. your eyes immediately meet his.
gojo is standing awkwardly- one hand on the shoulder strap of his book bag while his other arm hangs loosely and fidgeting his fingers like a nervous tic.
you clear your throat softly. "hi gojo, everything okay?"
his blue eyes widen like he wasnt expecting you to say something first, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallows before his hand is tightening on the strap of his bag.
“yeah! i mean, yeah. everything’s fine.” he pauses with a wince like he already hates how that sounded. “i just. . .uh.”
the silence stretches with your nerves when he pauses- it's thick, unbearable and only broken by the scrape of the chair and the scruff of shoes as other students leave the room. you're becoming more aware of just how close the two of you are standing, too close to breathe normally.
“i was wondering,” he starts again, voice quieter now, almost hesitant and shy. his eyes flickering anywhere but yours- the floor, the whiteboard, the door- before finally landing back on yours. “if you were busy on valentine’s day?"
your breath stutters, right along with your heart. you blink, still staring directly into his eyes, not being able to pull them away but not being able to move your mouth to even answer him.
gojo notices your hesitation, eyes widening just a fraction larger. “i mean,” he rushes on, words tripping over each other, “if you are, that’s totally fine. like, completely fine. i just thought-” another pause, fingers fidgeting harder now. “i thought maybe we could hang out. watch a movie or something. order pizza.”
he offers you a small, tight lipped and no doubt nervous smile as your mouth opens and closes like a gaping fish.
"-yes" your words cutting through gojo's rambles, it slips out before you can second guess yourself. "i- i mean, i'm not busy on valentines day. sorry."
your cheeks heat up at your mishap, fingers curling into the strap of your bag like it might anchor you in place.
and for a split second he just stares at you, blue eyes wide and unblinking like his brain is desperately trying to catch up with what you just said. then- and slowly- his shoulders drop, tension melting out of him in a way that makes your chest ache.
“oh,” he says, dumbly. then, quieter, softer, “oh.”
a smile starts to tug at his lips before he can stop it. it’s small at first, hesitant, like he’s afraid it might disappear if he acknowledges it too much. his fingers still fidget, but not as frantic now.
“you’re not. . .busy?” he asks, just to be sure, confirming after your little moment.
you shake your head, a little too eagerly. “no. i’m not.”
the grin that spreads across his face this time is real- warm, a little crooked. the kind that makes your heart do flips in your chest.
“okay,” he breathes out, almost like a laugh. “okay, good. i mean- not good that you didn’t have plans. just- good. for me. for us. i think.”
you let out a tiny, nervous huff of a laugh before you can stop yourself.
“pizza and a movie sounds. . .nice,” you add, quieter now- nerves slowly fraying away.
gojo’s ears turn pink at the tips, noticeably so.
“yeah?” he asks. “i mean- yeah. cool. nice is good.”
the classroom is almost empty now, the last of the noise fading as the door swings shut behind the final student. suddenly it feels like it’s just the two of you, standing in the quiet aftermath of something that feels important.
“i can- uh,” he adjusts the strap of his bag again. “i can text you? about when and stuff?”
“yeah,” you nod. “yeah, that works.”
you and gojo quickly swap phones to put each other's number in before another small pause settles between the two of you- not bad. lighter and more charged.
“happy early valentine’s day,” he says softly as he turns to leave the classroom.
your heart melts a little.
“happy early valentine’s day, gojo” you echo.
you stand there watching him leave the classroom before another voice is shattering your stunned silence.
"i knew it, i knew it and i couldn't tell you- oh my god!" shoko excited voice comes from behind, clamping her hand down onto your shoulder. "geto told me that gojo was planning to ask you, made me swear i wouldn't spill a bean."
your heart is thundering in your chest, loud enough you're sure shoko can hear it before you turn to face her, cheeks still flaming like a bonfire.
"he asked me out-" your eyes are set on gojo's number on your screen, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "well, in but- i have a date. for valentines."
shoko's hand shakes your shoulder slightly, averting your attention from the number and to her face. "i know, i know- geto helped him so much, it was so sappy and a little pathetic."
"valentines is still a few days away, i have time to process this-"
"valentines is tomorrow. get it together, sweets."
"tomorrow?" your mouth runs dry when you look back to your phone.
the date, february 13th is staring right back at you. valentines is tomorrow.
"you two are staying in, right?" shoko asks, gently pulling you into the hall to move to the next class.
"yeah, pizza and a movie."
"and sex." shoko whispers right into your ear, careful to avoid others students in the hall hearing.
you nearly trip over your own feet at her words, the squeak coming from your shoe causing a few students to look your way like you inconvenienced their important conversations. you freeze, neck snapping over to look at her gleaming eyes.
"w-what did you just say?"
"sex. happens like every valentines, even for the shys and the nerds, trust me."
if your heart speeds up anymore, you're sure it's gonna run flat out of your chest.
"i can't, i can't have sex-"
"why not? are you a virgin? it's college, loosen up." shoko says, like it's easy- you wouldn't even know what to expect.
you hesitate at her question and she catches it before covering her mouth with her hand that's fallen open.
"you are a virgin, aren't you?"
"yeah. ." you whisper, you didn't even want to answer but you know shoko, she wouldn't have dropped the topic until you did. "i am."
she pats you on the back before you walk into your next lecture. "don't worry, he probably is too."
that's something you could believe, as rude as it sounds. you haven't known him super long but while you have, you've never once seen him with a woman, let alone even looking at one until you'd catch his eye's on you in class.
"be gentle with each other, first times are special." shoko whispers before finally disappearing into the wave of students.
the nerves that had faded came back ten fold in your stomach as you found your seat in your next class, churning and pulling at every nerve in your body like a live wire touching water.
-
you had never been more thankful to step back outside and into the warm air than you were today. you barely had any focus in any of your classes, thinking of gojo, tomorrow, the movie, what to wear and the heavy topic shoko left you spiraling with.
losing your virginity? this was your first date, he wasn't even your boyfriend, yet. would it hurt? would the both of you look like fools, if it was indeed his first time too?
your thoughts are broken by the short vibration in your pocket, you quickly pull out your phone when you see gojo's name in your notification bar.
satoru gojo: hey. is 6pm a good time for you tomorrow night? we can do earlier or later, entirely up to you.
before you can type a message back, another one is pinging through.
satoru gojo: and would you like to come to my dorm? or i can come to yours. i want you to be where you feel comfortable. pajamas or are we dressing up for pizza and a movie?
your heart swells at his thoughtfulness before typing a quick text back to him-
6pm is perfect, can we do my dorm? i have a comfortable bed, dont worry and pajamas work- haha, no need for dresses and suits over some greasy pizza and a movie.
gojo's text comes through seconds after you hit send.
satoru gojo: perfect. your dorm it is. i'll wear my fanciest pajamas, i wont disappoint ;)
you can't stop the dorky grin pulling at your mouth before you pocket your phone and start your short trek back to your dorm room- you need to clean up, get rid of that mountain of clothes on your chair that haunts you in the middle of the night.
you quickly bob and weave between all of the students trying to make it to their cars or to their own dorms, offering short "sorrys" and "excuse me's" when sliding in between bodies or bumping into someone.
the disbelief still sat heavy in your chest, the feeling mixing with the excitement and the nerves still twisting deep in your gut.
you reach your dorm before you realize how fast your feet were carrying you. the familiar brick exterior looms in front of you, students drift in and out of the building- laughing, talking, living completely normal lives like something monumental didn't just happen.
like you didn't just agree to a valentines date with satoru gojo.
your hand hesitates on the door handle before pushing the door open to walk down another long hall to your room.
your roommate isn't there when you open the door and it's exactly how you left it. chaotic- clothes draped over your chair, textbooks stacked unevenly and threatening to topple over, empty water bottles strewn across the floor. it's hell.
your heart drops straight to your feet when the realization hits you- you told gojo the date would be here. your dorm.
"oh my god." you mutter, your hands fly into your hair as you stare longer at the mess- having some inner hope that it would mysteriously clean itself up if you stare hard enough.
you walk further into the room before spinning in a slow circle, more and more thoughts looping through your mind. this is unacceptable, what if he thinks your room smells weird or that your bed is too small?
sighing, you drop your bag onto your bed and start moving to clean, as if you don't have an entire day left to still do it.
you start grabbing all the clothes before shoving them into a laundry basket hidden away in your closet, wiping down your desk that's dust covered with your makeup and really, who knows what else before opening your window to air out your dorm.
it didn't have a smell, quite the opposite actually- you always made it a habit to use room freshener daily, if not multiple times a day causing your room to smell like flowers.
the rest of your afternoon blurs into you moving like a maniac in a montage to finish your room, by the end of it- you found the library book you could've sworn your roommate stole, a moldy granola bar and mismatched socks.
you rearranged your pillows a for the last time, for tonight before collapsing onto your bed.
what kind of pajamas do you wear? silky? cotton? shorts and a tank top or your typical go-to of sweatpants and whichever shirt you grabbed first that somehow always had a stain on it.
before your thoughts could take you any further, your phone buzzed on your nightstand. your heart sped up at the thought of it being gojo again, just to see shoko's name lighting up on your screen.
you swipe to answer, masking your sigh as a pathetic cough. "hello?"
"are you spiral cleaning yet?" there's a laugh in the background, probably geto.
"mm- no, i've kept my dorm clean all week-" you lie smoothly, you weren't about to admit that you spiraled the second you walked in. "have you found a dress?"
"no, i'll send you some pictures later. help me choose one, i only have a few options."
you can hear her whispering something to geto before you hear movement and a door shut-
her voice cuts through the line again in a hushed whisper. "have you shaved? i can come wax you."
the nerves you had managed to ignore long enough with your cleaning jump into your throat again. her words from earlier replaying in your mind like a broken mixtape- "sex. happens like every valentines, even for the shys and the nerds, trust me."
"yeah, yeah, im here but- no, i haven't. later, probably." you huff out, you didn't want to think about it, - about sex, about shaving, any of it.
you weren't opposed to having sex with gojo. you just didn't know what you were doing, truth be told. the most you've ever had was a man go down on you at the beginning of the year after you were dragged to a party by shoko to try and get you out of your shell.
clearly, that didn't work. and neither did the man on giving you an orgasm.
"well, i know geto gave him some pointers tonight-" shoko whispers, sounding excited for you.
the blush, unseen resting on your cheeks had to be the color of a firetruck by now.
"what?" you sit up in bed, suddenly laser focused in on the phone call.
your heart was pounding in your chest. was gojo going through the same humiliating ritual with geto that shoko was putting you through?
you squeeze your eyes shut, you're about to ask again- or for further information when you could hear geto in the background calling for shoko to come back out and finish whatever they were doing.
you didn't want to know, either.
shoko sighs, defeated on the fact that she was cock blocked from giving you anymore information. "i gotta go, let me know how tomorrow goes. get dick."
there's a click before the line goes silent and reverts back to your home screen.
"story of my life." you whisper to yourself, you place your phone back on the nightstand before plopping back into your pillows and rolling onto your side.
you were too exhausted from the events of the day to move from your bed, too riddled with nerves- your first date. with your crush. in your dorm.
it was all too much to process, at least for tonight.
-
valentines morning came quick, too quick.
the light pouring in from the window you never shut was the first thing you noticed before you heard your phone buzz once with a notification.
you blink the sleep away from your eyes before grabbing it, still lazily in bed-
satoru gojo: good morning and happy valentines. i hope you had a good rest. are you still okay for the movie night?
a sleepy smile tugs at your lips before you type back- happy valentines. movie is still great!
there were no classes today, you had hours to get ready. though, the room was done, so all you needed was to pick out a decent pair of pajamas that didn't have the latest pizza nights stain on them and shower.
you slowly climb out of bed and walk to your dresser before sliding open the drawers- spider man pants? no. though, a nerd would probably like those.
you keep shoveling through your drawer when you come across your sleep shorts, the ones you always manage to lose. the ones that actually make your ass look good.
would that be too much? would he think you're begging to sleep with him from a pair of pajama bottoms?
you toss the shorts onto your shoulder before you can overthink yourself out of it. that would be the story of your life. you're able to find a shirt without a stain or tear with quickness.
maybe, this is a sign of good luck.
you're about to move to the shower when another buzz comes from your phone.
shoko: don't wear granny panties. wear that nice pair you got from vs.
she would think so little of you, wouldn't she? but when you pulled down the clothes from your shoulder, pulling the underwear from the stack. . .maybe she had a point.
you don't bother texting her back. you need to find that black lace set you got months ago and never had the opportunity to wear yet.
thankfully, you don't have to rustle too far or deep into your closet to find it. the bag, crisp and pristine, tissue paper untouched was exactly where you left it on the top shelf of your closet.
you quickly move into the bathroom to undress and get into the shower- washing your hair twice, scrubbing you body with a body sugar that your mom got you last christmas before drenching your body in soap and shaving cream.
stepping out to dry off, you felt like a new woman. not really, but your entire body smelled like coconut and was as soft as silk. so, same difference.
sliding on the lace bra and underwear felt foreign on your skin- on your entire body. the set fit like a glove, making you feel confident before sliding your legs into the sleep shorts and shirt.
the rest of the day passed in a blur- triple checking your room for any crumbs that would've magically appeared, texting gojo the directions to your dorm, ignoring shoko's helpful tips and watching a comedy show to help ignore the nerves pulling at every inch of your soul.
it worked. probably a little too well when it lured you into a sleep-induced coma.
you were confident the universe was looking out for you when you pried your eyeballs back open to see the sun was thankfully up and you didn't unintentionally ghost gojo.
he'd be here any minute, he was always on time. calculated to perfection, probably standing outside your dorm room waiting to knock. not that you were going to check.
the minutes ticked by agonizingly slow as you watched the time on your phone- if you didn't know any better, you would've thought an elephant was on your shoulders with the stress you were suffocating yourself with right now.
you stand up from your bed and tidy the sheets and blanket before bolting softly over to your mirror to get one last fit check in. it looks good. so good.
you turn, just barely to get a side profile of your outfit
"get it together. you've liked him since the beginning of the year, c'mon." you whisper to yourself, your hands are trembling- it's the nerves, your anxiety. you can feel your heart hammering against your ribs as the seconds tick by.
the lump in your throat grows thicker when your mind flickers to him. you could only imagine the nerves he must be feeling right now. actually, was this even his first date?
maybe. just maybe, this wasn't his first date-
you're violently shaken from your thoughts when 3 reps of knocks hit your door.
"open the door, you can't leave him out there." you mutter, forcing your feet to move before you decide to dive under your covers and fake your death.
you make it to the door, slowly. your hand hesitates on the door handle, still trembling, you grab the door handle harder before twisting it- it's cold under your fingertips, grounding you in the moment and greeting him.
your heart swells at the sight in front of you. gojo in all his glory, blacked rimmed glasses, those electric blue eyes and that white hair you wish you could run your fingers through.
yeah, you should've worn the spider-man pajama bottoms. gojo is in baggy spider-man pajama bottoms with the matching shirt to go along with it. you never noticed how thick his arms were before, he was always in that hoodie. were you checking him out right now?
gojo clears his throat softly. "happy valentines day."
you blink. you already feel the heat fighting its way into your cheeks.
"happy valentines day," you say with a soft smile, you step back to open the door further. "you can come in. welcome to my humble abode."
gojo lets out a sigh that sounded more like a disguised laugh before walking into your room. his cologne hits your nose before anything- the smell is intoxicating when you breathe it in. something woodsy and earthy.
he's here. standing in your room.
you quickly shut the door before turning back around to face him.
"here. uh-" gojo starts, handing you a heart shaped box of mixed chocolates. "i wasn't sure.. which chocolate you liked, so i got a variety."
you stare down at the heart-shaped box, heat crawling up your neck. “oh. . .uhm-” your words stumble out. “i-i’m allergic to cocoa beans, actually.”
gojo freezes in his stance, the box of chocolates getting squeezed under his fingers. his eyes go wide, then a small, nervous laugh escapes him. “wha- wait, really?”
you nod, cheeks flaming hotter than before. “y-yeah. . .i should’ve told you.”
for a second, there’s a pause- awkward, tense, and weirdly sweet. then, gojo’s grin returns, sheepish but genuine. “well. . .guess i’m officially the worst valentine’s gift-giver ever.”
you can’t help it- a small, nervous giggle escapes your lips. “not the worst. . .maybe just the most… thoughtful?”
he shrugs, scratching the back of his neck. “thoughtful? yeah, i’ll take that. but next year. . .i’m doing research on your allergies first.”
next year? was he wanting to be with you again next valentines too?
before you let the thought take you under, your arm is shooting out. "we can sit on the bed, i'll pull out the movies i have. if none look interesting, we can stream one."
"do you have any marvel movies?" gojo starts moving to the bed, but not without placing the box of chocolates by the door. "you can never go wrong with marvel."
you heart picks up speed again as you crouch to look through your movie bin. "i have the spider-man movie," you hear the bed creak under his weight. "based on the pajama pants, i think you'd like it."
"spider-man is great," you can hear the smile in gojo's voice while you place the dvd into the disc player, double checking it for any scratches. "is spider-man okay with you?"
you nod quickly, a little too eagerly, as you grab the remote and hit play on the dvd player. "yeah, spider-man's perfect. i haven't watched it in forever." your voice comes out steadier than you feel, but your hands are still shaky as you climb onto the bed beside him, careful to leave a polite gap between your bodies.
the mattress dips under your weight, and you tuck your legs under you, pretending to focus on the opening credits rolling across the tv screen mounted on your wall.
gojo shifts a bit, stretching his long legs out in front of him, his spider-man pants riding up just enough to show a sliver of ankle. he's leaning back against the headboard, arms crossed casually over his chest, but you notice the way his fingers tap rhythmically against his bicep- like he's nervous too.
"cool. I mean, it's a classic. peter parker's basically the king of awkward, so. . .fitting for us, right?"
you let out a soft laugh, glancing at him sideways. his blue eyes flicker to yours behind those glasses, and there's that tight-lipped smile again, the one that makes your stomach flip. "yeah, awkward solidarity."
the movie starts, filling the room with the familiar sounds of new york city chaos and web-slinging action. you try to relax, sinking back into the pillows, but every sense is hyper-aware of him.
the faint scent of his cologne mixes with the floral room freshener, and the bed feels smaller than it ever has. about ten minutes in, your phone buzzes on the nightstand-probably the pizza delivery app reminding you to order.
"oh, right. pizza," you say, reaching for it. "what do you like on yours? i'm good with anything, as long as it's not too spicy."
gojo tilts his head, thinking. "pepperoni and extra cheese? classic, like the movie." he grins, and you feel a spark of warmth at how easy this feels, despite the butterflies rioting in your gut.
you place the order- two mediums, just in case- and set a timer for delivery. as the movie plays on, you both comment here and there: him geeking out over the fight scenes, you laughing at peter's fumbling attempts at flirting.
it's comfortable, almost too comfortable, until about halfway through when a particularly intense scene has you both leaning forward. your hand brushes his accidentally as you reach for a pillow to hug against your chest.
"sorry," you murmur, pulling back quickly, but he doesn't move away. instead, his pinky finger hooks lightly around yours, tentative, like he's testing the waters.
"it's okay," he says softly, his voice lower than before. his eyes aren't on the screen anymore- they're on you. the room feels warmer, the movie fading into background noise as your heart hammers. "hey. . .can I ask something?"
you swallow, nodding. "yeah?"
he hesitates, his adam's apple bobbing. "this is. . .kinda my first date. like, ever. is it lame if i say i'm nervous?"
your breath catches. shoko was right- he's just as inexperienced as you. it eases something in your chest, knowing you weren't alone in your bundle of nerves- making the confession tumble out. "no, not lame. it's my first too. and. . .yeah, i'm nervous, too."
his eyes soften, that crooked smile returning. "good. i mean- not good you're nervous, but. . .makes me feel less like an idiot." he shifts closer, the gap between you closing until your thighs touch.
his hand fully entwines with yours now, warm and a little clammy. "you look really nice, by the way. in your pajamas. i mean, not that you don't always, but.."
you feel the heat rush to your face, but you manage a shy smile. "thanks. you do too. the spider-man look suits you."
he chuckles, but it's breathy, charged. the movie's forgotten now as he leans in, his free hand coming up to gently push a strand of hair behind your ear. his touch lingers, thumb brushing your cheek. "can i. . .kiss you?"
your nod is immediate, whisper-soft. "y-yeah."
he closes the distance slowly, like he's afraid you'll vanish, his lips meeting yours in a tentative press. it's soft at first- awkward angles and hesitant pressure, but when you tilt your head, and it clicks.
his mouth moves against yours, warm and sweet, tasting faintly of mint. your hand finds its way to his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart mirroring yours. he deepens the kiss, a small sigh escaping him as his fingers thread into your hair.
when you pull back for air, his glasses are slightly fogged, and you both laugh nervously. "that was. . .wow," he mutters, forehead resting against yours.
"yeah," you agree, breathless. the pizza delivery knocks at the door then, interrupting the moment before you can say anything else, jolting you both apart.
you scramble up to grab it, paying quickly before setting the boxes on your desk and grabbing your disposable plates, but food suddenly seems secondary as you return to the bed, the tension thicker now.
you eat propped up against the pillows, the movie still playing, but your eyes keep drifting to each other. halfway through your slices, he sets his down and turns to you fully. "i. . .don't want to rush anything, but being here with you. . .it feels right. right?"
your pulse races, shoko's words echoing in your mind, but this feels natural, not forced. "it is. i-i'm not opposed to anything." you whisper.
he kisses you again, more confident this time, guiding you back against the pillows. his hands roam tentatively- over your arms, your sides, down your thigh- until one slips under your shirt, fingers splaying across your bare stomach.
you gasp into his mouth, and he pulls back, eyes searching yours. "is this alright?"
"yeah," you whisper, arching further into his touch. "it's okay"
he explores slowly, pushing your shirt up inch by inch, exposing skin to cool air and his warm gaze. when the fabric bunches under your arms, he pauses, waiting silently for your okay.
you nod, and he helps you tug it off completely, then your bra, his breath catching audibly as your breasts are bared.
"you're. . .beautiful," he breathes, almost reverent.
his hands hover for a second before he cups one gently, thumb brushing over the nipple. it pebbles instantly under his touch, and you bite your lip to stifle a whimper.
he leans down, kissing along your collarbone, then lower, until his lips close around the sensitive peak. his tongue flicks experimentally, and when you moan softly, threading fingers into his fluffy white hair, he grows bolder- sucking lightly, rolling the bud between his lips, switching to the other side with the same careful attention.
your back arches off the bed, hips shifting restlessly. heat pools low in your belly, slickness gathering between your thighs.
he notices, pulling back with flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips. "can i. . .go lower?" his voice is husky, unsure but eager.
"please," you breathe, your nerves suddenly not even a thought in your mind.
he kisses a slow trail down your stomach, pausing to dip his tongue into your navel, making you giggle despite the tension. his fingers hook into the waistband of your sleep shorts and lace underwear, tugging them down together when you lift your hips to help.
he settles between your spread thighs, eyes wide as he takes you in.
"i've... never done this," he admits quietly, almost embarrassed. "but I want to make you feel good. tell me what you like."
"it's okay," you assure him, though your own nerves are buzzing. "just. . .go slow. and maybe start with kissing there first?"
he nods, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along your inner thighs, working his mouth inward. his breath ghosts over your cunt making you shiver. then his tongue darts out- tentative, flat, licking a broad stripe from entrance to your clit.
you jolt at the sensation, a sharp gasp escaping making him freeze.
"too much?" he asks, voice muffled against your skin.
"no no- good. really good. just. . .focus on the top part. the little- " your words cut off into a whine as he obeys, tongue circling your clit experimentally.
he finds a rhythm quickly, lapping in soft, steady strokes, then sucking gently when your hips buck. one hand grips your thigh to hold you open, the other slides up to lace fingers with yours, squeezing when you moan his name.
"satoru-" you gasp, free hand tugging his hair harder. he hums in response, the vibration sending sparks up your spine.
he experiments- flicking his tongue faster, then slow drags, pressing the flat of his tongue and letting you grind against it. your thighs start to tremble, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter.
"i- i'm close-" you manage, voice breaking.
he doesn't stop, doesn't pull away. instead he sucks harder, tongue working relentless circles until the coil snaps.
you come with a choked cry, back bowing off the bed, thighs clamping around his head as waves crash through you. he works you through it, gentling his touch only when you start to whimper from overstimulation, kissing softly up your mound, your stomach, until he's hovering over you again.
"that was. . .incredible," you pant, pulling him down for a messy, desperate kiss. you can taste yourself on his tongue, and it only makes you want him more.
he groans into your mouth, hips rocking instinctively against your thigh. you feel how hard he is through his pants- thick, insistent. your hand slides down, palming him through the fabric. He hisses, hips jerking.
"your turn?" you whisper against his lips.
he shakes his head, breathless. "only if you want. i don't have. . .protection, though."
you bite your lip, reaching over to the nightstand drawer. "shoko. . .insisted i keep some." you pull out a condom, tearing the packet with slightly trembling fingers. "she told me even the nerds and the shys have sex.. so"
his eyes widen, then soften with something like awe. "you're sure?"
you help him out of his pants and boxers, breath catching at the sight- long and thick, flushed like dark cherries at the tip, already leaking. he watches you with wide eyes as you roll the condom down his length, your touch making him twitch and bite his lip hard.
he positions himself between your legs again, one hand braced beside your head, the other guiding himself to your entrance. he rubs the head along your folds, coating himself in your slick, both of you gasping at the contact.
"tell me to stop if it hurts," he murmurs, forehead pressed to yours.
you nod, hands on his shoulders. he pushes in slowly- inch by careful inch. the stretch burns at first, a deep pressure that makes you tense. he freezes immediately.
"you okay?" his voice is strained, every muscle locked to hold still.
"yeah- just. . .give me a second." you breathe through it, relaxing second by second. when the sting fades to a dull ache, you nod. "okay. move."
he exhales shakily and rocks forward, shallow thrusts at first, letting you adjust. it's clumsy- his rhythm uneven, hips stuttering when you clench around him- but the friction builds heat quickly.
you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he groans, low and wrecked.
"fuck- you feel. . .so good," he rasps, burying his face in your neck. his thrusts grow steadier, harder, the bed creaking under the motion. you meet him halfway, rolling your hips, nails dragging down his back.
"satoru- harder," you plead through moans and he obeys, snapping his hips with more force. "please"
the angle shifts, hitting that spongy spot inside that makes stars burst behind your eyelids. you cry out, and he angles there again, again, chasing the sound.
one hand slips between you, fingers finding your clit, rubbing messy circles. the dual sensation is overwhelming- fullness, pressure, slick friction.
pleasure coiling tight again in your belly.
"i'm- gonna-" you gasp, walls fluttering around him and begging for release.
"come for me," he pleads, voice breaking. "please- i want to feel it."
you shatter again, harder this time, clenching rhythmically around him as you cry his name. He follows almost immediately- hips stuttering, a choked groan tearing from his throat as he spills into the condom, body trembling above you.
he collapses forward, careful not to crush you, both of you panting, sweat-slick and boneless.
after a long moment he pulls out gently, tying off the condom and tossing it into your mini can before gathering you against his chest.
"that was. . ." he starts, then laughs softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. "perfect. you're perfect."
you smile, curling into him, heart still racing. "happy valentine's, satoru."
"happy valentine's, pretty girl." he echoes, arms tightening around you like he never wants to let go.
the movie credits roll unnoticed in the background, the night stretching warm and quiet ahead of you both.
© dollhousesinner - please do not copy or feed to ai.
꒰taglist - or comment to be added꒱
nerd art by @/nekozuu_
first & only a/n: i adored doing this collab sm !- such a huge thank you to sixxels for asking me to join her & other amazing writers, i love you sm sweet girl ! and the connections i made throughout this have me smiling so big- always.
