-`♡´- Nerd Jake x fem!reader
જ⁀➴ ♡ Genre: Enemies to lovers/fuckers
જ⁀➴ ♡ Warnings: Explicit sexual content,penetrative sex, dirty talk, oral elements,strong language and banter,unprotected sex,18+
જ⁀➴ ♡ Song: Slow down - Chase Atlantic
I never thought the day would end with me in Jake’s bed. Jake the insufferable, know it all nerd who had made every biology lecture a battlefield since the start of the semester. He corrected me constantly, rolled his eyes at my answers, and argued with me until the professor had to step in. I hated his smug face, his stupid glasses, and the way he always wore those button up shirts like they made him smarter than everyone else.
But today, fate had other plans.
Biology class had been hell from the start.
I walked in like usual, still annoyed from the last time Jake had publicly corrected me in front of everyone. He was already there, sitting in his usual spot with his stupid button up shirt, glasses perched on his nose, looking every bit the smug know it all. When the professor announced we’d be working in pairs for the microscope lab and Jake realized the only empty seat was next to me, he actually rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath as he dropped into the chair.
“Trust me,” I said dryly, “the feeling is mutual.”
The lab started innocently enough. We had to examine different slides and record observations. I leaned over the microscope first, adjusting the focus carefully. A few seconds later, Jake’s shoulder brushed mine as he leaned in.
“You’re doing it wrong,” he said quietly, but with that superior tone that always made my blood boil. “The coarse adjustment should be slower. Here let me show you.”
I pulled back sharply. “I know how to use a microscope, Jake.”
“Clearly not well enough,” he replied, reaching for it.
We spent the next ten minutes in a quiet but intense tug of war over the equipment. Our hands kept brushing. Our knees bumped under the table. Every time I tried to do something, he corrected me in that low, calm voice that somehow made me want to both slap him and… something else I refused to name. The rest of the class kept glancing over, used to our fights by now.
By the end of the worksheet, we’d somehow finished it barely speaking except in clipped arguments but the air between us felt thicker than usual. When the professor announced the joint presentation assignment with our lab partner, I nearly groaned out loud.
I raised my hand immediately. “Can I switch partners?”
The professor shook his head. “No changes. Work it out.”
I muttered under my breath, “I’d rather fail than do this with that insufferable nerd.”
Jake, who had somehow ended up standing right behind me, coughed. “I’m still here, you know.”
I turned slowly. “Good. Then you heard me.”
He pushed his glasses up, jaw tight. “My place tonight. Eight o’clock. We can’t skip the assignment.”
I stared at him. For a second, something flickered in his eyes annoyance mixed with… challenge? I hated how it made my stomach flip.
“Fine,” I snapped. “Text me the address.”
The rest of the day dragged. I complained to my friends between classes. They were annoyingly excited.
“You’re going to Jake’s apartment? Alone?” one squealed.
“I’d kill to be in your place,” the other added.
I rolled my eyes. “I’d rather trade with anyone. He’s probably going to lecture me the whole time.”
Still, I went home, grabbed my laptop, and headed over.
When Jake opened the door, his hair was damp from a recent shower. No glasses yet. He wore a simple black t-shirt and sweatpants instead of his usual nerd uniform. He looked… annoyingly good. Softer. More human.
“Sorry,” he said, stepping aside. “Just got out of the shower.”
His apartment was clean and minimalist bookshelves lined with textbooks, a neat desk, nothing flashy. We settled on the floor of his room with laptops open, the presentation slides between us. The arguing started almost immediately.
“I don’t think we should structure it that way,” I said after twenty minutes of tense discussion.
“It’s more logical like this,” Jake countered, pointing at the screen. His voice was patient but firm.
We went back and forth for nearly an hour. Every suggestion I made, he picked apart. Every correction he gave, I resisted. The tension kept rising our voices getting sharper, bodies inching closer as we both leaned over the same laptop. At one point our hands brushed on the trackpad and neither of us pulled away immediately.
“You’re so fucking stubborn,” I finally hissed.
“And you’re impossible to work with,” he shot back. “Incompetent and argumentative.”
That word incompetent hit a nerve.
“Did you just call me incompetent?” I demanded, turning to face him fully.
“Yes.” His eyes met mine, dark and intense behind the glasses he’d put back on for reading.
Something in me snapped. All the months of hatred, the constant corrections, the way he got under my skin… it boiled over.
“You’re such a boring, arrogant nerd,” I spat. “All you do is study, correct people, and act superior. I bet you’ve never even touched a girl. That’s why you’re like this frustrated and miserable.”
Jake stared at me, shocked for a beat, then let out a low, surprised laugh. He leaned in closer, voice dropping. “That’s what you think of me?”
He moved even nearer, until our faces were inches apart. The air felt electric. “We could find out if you’re right.”
I stared at him, pulse racing.“Fine.”
My heart hammered. The challenge in his eyes, the way his gaze dropped to my lips… I grabbed his collar and kissed him hard.
He kissed me back instantly hungry, deep, nothing like the controlled persona he showed in class. His hands gripped my waist as we shoved the laptops aside. For long minutes we just made out on the floor, slow and intense, tongues sliding, breaths mingling. I hated how good he was at this.
Eventually he pulled me up and onto his bed, laying me down gently. He hovered over me, kissing down my neck with surprising patience, sucking lightly at my pulse point until I gasped his name.
“You sound so much better moaning my name than insulting me,” he murmured against my skin, voice husky.
I laughed breathlessly as he slowly peeled my shirt off, then my bra. He took his time kissing, licking, and sucking my nipples until they were tight and aching, one large hand kneading my breast. His other hand trailed lower, unbuttoning my jeans with deliberate slowness, sliding them down along with my panties. He stripped his own clothes off too, revealing a surprisingly athletic body underneath the nerd exterior toned chest, defined arms, and a thick, hard cock that made me bite my lip.
His glasses stayed on the whole time, which somehow made everything filthier.
He settled between my thighs, stroking himself slowly as he looked down at me. “You’re soaked for this nerd?”
I smirked up at him, pulse racing. “Maybe I am.”
He leaned down, kissing me deeply again while rubbing the head of his cock against my slick folds, teasing me for what felt like forever circling my clit, pressing just inside, pulling back until I was writhing and desperate.
I grabbed his shoulders, nails digging in. “Fuck me like the nerd that you are.”
His eyes darkened with heat. He pushed in slowly, stretching me open inch by thick inch until he was buried to the hilt. We both groaned. He stayed there, letting me adjust, kissing me softly while my walls clenched around him.
Then he started moving deep, steady thrusts that built gradually, hitting every perfect spot. The bed creaked as he picked up pace, one hand pinning my wrist above my head while the other rubbed my clit in perfect circles.
“You like that?” he growled, voice softer and sexier than I ever imagined. “Getting fucked by the guy you hate?”
He fucked me deeper, glasses slightly fogged, hair falling into his eyes. The dirty talk kept coming in that low, controlled tone.
“Look at you falling apart on my cock… dripping all over the nerd you called boring.”
I came hard the first time, crying out his name as my body shook. He didn’t stop fucking me through it, then flipping me on top so I could ride him. I sank down onto his thick length, moaning at the new depth. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me as I bounced, his thumb still working my clit.
“Ride me just like that,” he groaned. “Fuck, your tits look incredible bouncing on my dick.”
I leaned down to kiss him messily while grinding on him. He thrust up to meet me, relentless. I came again, soaking his cock and thighs.
Jake flipped us once more, pounding into me with long, powerful strokes. “I’m close—”
“Come inside me,” I gasped. “Fill me up.”
With a low, broken groan he buried himself deep and came hard, pulsing inside me as he filled me with hot spurts. He kept thrusting through it, riding out both our orgasms until we were both spent.
We collapsed together, breathing heavily. I stared at the ceiling, dazed. “Shit… that was good.”
Jake chuckled, still inside me. “Yeah? Guess nerds know how to fuck after all.”
I laughed, turning to look at him. “You’re definitely not the boring, innocent guy I thought you were.”
He smirked, brushing hair out of my face. “Now you know how a nerd fucks. And we still have that presentation to finish… after round two.”
I pulled him in for another kiss, already feeling heat building again.
Maybe working with Jake wasn’t the worst thing after all.
