tags! nerdjo! x bimbo! reader x nerdmin!, TA! Armin, slight cursing, implied curvy! reader, Gojo is lowkey a pervert, unrequited (?) love, groaning, nerdjo!&nerdmin! are competitive as fuck, threesome, oral (f! receiving), penetration (p in v), frotting.
Inspired by this fanart !
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'You're not stupid, just a little in the clouds... At least you're pretty though, so you're not... a complete waste.'
Those are the words what your mother used to tell you when you were younger.
Growing up, you were most definitely the definition of 'lights are on but nobody's home'.
In short, yes, you were stupid.
It was a miracle you got through K-12 semi-smoothly.
Whether it was because you were actually secretly smart or because you've always been the cute kid who cried a bit too pretty, to the point teachers felt bad failing you was unclear, —definitely the latter— but now you had made it to college !
It was definitely more fun here !
The boys were so nice to you, the male professors always complimented your cute outfits and you even made some friends, college was awesome !
... God bless your heart.
Either ways, the first semester went by smoothly... Until you found out about your grades.
Was it even possible for someone to go this low ? Did you even try ?
Those were the questions going through Armin's mind as he tried his best to comfort you. You had came to him during office hours, hoping the teacher's assistant would be able to save you from passing at least this class, though you really gave the blond boy whiplash from how... bad isn't even enough to describe it, actually.
Helpless would be better to describe your situation, and yet, it still somehow would be an understatement.
Tears ran down your blush-coated cheeks, and despite the situation you were in, part of you was grateful you used waterproof mascara.
"I... Don't know what to tell you..." He spoke after a moment of silence, truly not knowing what to say. Adding to your distress and making you feel like you were being made fun of was the last thing he wanted to do. "Would you consider maybe... getting some help ? Tutoring ?"
You looked at him with a hint of offense in your expression, speaking through your glossed up, pouting lips.
"I am ! 'Toru is helping me..." You spoke through sniffles, accepting the tissue he was graciously handing you. "He said t'was gonna be fine..."
Armin's face contorted in confusion.
'Toru'... Couldn't be Satoru Gojo, could it ?
He was top of the class, practically leagues above the rest of the students. As the TA, Armin thought Satoru deserved his spot more, but... Well. The fact remained, Satoru was supposedly helping you.
There was no way you should be failing like this then, it was practically impossible.
Maybe he was just... Bad at teaching ? But even then, you shouldn't have gotten a grade this low.
"... Are you saying that Satoru is tutoring you ?"
"Mhm... He started helping out during finals, said it's 'cuz I'm cute..." You replied, slowly drying your tears. "But it's not working ! Can you help me instead ?"
This had to be Hell.
Every time he felt like something finally made sense, your next sentence threw him back to square one.
"Okay, okay... Calm down, we'll figure it out together. He said he'll help because you're cute, okay... How do you study ? Maybe the method used just doesn't suit you."
He was trying his best to understand, to make any sense out of this. Surely, you weren't so stupid that even tutoring wouldn't help, right ?
He watched you, more so analyzed you this time. Your breasts practically bursted out of your pink tank top, plush thighs peaking out of your tiny little jean skirt that was barely bigger than a belt.
Hm... Maybe that's why you were failing.
You made it hard to focus on... anything, really.
You were talking, trying to explain, but Arming was not listening, focused on the way your plump lips moved, your slightly shimmering lipgloss catching the lights. It was almost fascinating, and before he knew it, he was simply nodding and agreeing with whatever it was you were talking about. Perhaps, that is exactly how those tutoring sessions went and why you weren't learning anything...
With a deep breath, he collected himself and offered you a smile, cutting you off in whatever it was you were talking about that he did not listen to.
"Professor said you could get a redo, right ? I'll help you."
Your eyes lit up, a hopeful look in your eyes as a you flashed him a smile, looking all adorable.
That's exactly what you needed, maybe Satoru just wasn't doing it right. Surely, getting the TA's help would save you from sinking... Further than you already had anyways.
"Really ?"
"Of course." he nodded with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, his gaze trailing accross your body up and down.
But you, all happy and excited to get help, didn't really notice that, or pay it any mind.
The boys were always so nice to you !
What could possibly go wrong, you're just getting some extra help ! Armin would definitely help you with 'the right method', —whatever that was— and you'd get to at the very least pass this class, yeah ?
... No.
As soon as he arrived to your house on the next Saturday's afternoon, —the date you had both set and agreed on after he proposed his help— a small issue had already rose.
You forgot to tell Satoru he was dismissed.
And now, the three of you sat there, in your living room.
"So... You got help from the TA ?" Satoru asked, a hint of bitterness in his voice.
His precious Saturday afternoon study sessions where all he'd do for about two hours was fantasizing about you to jerk off later had been thoroughly ruined, after all.
Satoru was no creep... Kinda ? At least he didn't think so.
The man has liked you since he first saw you, it so was easy to.
You were sweet, kind, and always ready —albeit clumsily— to help those around you. So when he saw you looking slightly distressed after class, he was eager to offer his help. But God... You couldn't take a hint for shit.
He had been trying his hardest to slip a few compliments and pick up lines whenever he could, and either you were really good at pretending you didn't know what was going on to avoid having to reject him, or it was all flying over your head.
So what can a boy do, but fantasize ?
It was innocent enough at first, but... Nothing about you was innocent, so those daydreams of you quickly turned dirtier, enough for him to have slip a hand down his pants at night to calm himself down.
How did you manage to give a man blueballs while not even being there ?
"I hope that's okay, she was really scared of not passing so I offered some help." Armin calmly said, a soft smile on his lips.
"Yeah, my bad 'Toru ! I failed real bad, y'know ?"
The second you turned to face Satoru, unintentionally buttering him with your glossed up lips and batting lashes, Armin's eyes narrowed.
He was smart — smart enough to know exactly what was going on from how discreetly territorial Satoru was. Make no mistake, Armin wanted to help you, all while recognizing the appeal you held.
And as kind and patient as he was, he could also be a little of a shit at times; And unfortunately, today was one of those days.
"Yeah... Seems like whatever you've been doing hasn't been working. Are you sure you're really trying to help, Satoru ?" Armin spoke again, his voice holding concern though there was a slight hint of mischief in his eyes.
Oh and Satoru immediately picked up on it.
"It's not my fault she's not applying the method we came up with properly." He immediately got defensive, his face twisting with irritation.
"Are you calling her stupid ?" Armin raised a brow.
"When did I say that ?"
"You implied it..."
"I didn't imply shit ! I just said that she's not using what we came up with properly, it's not my fucking fault now, is it ?!"
You sat between the two of them, your head snapping back and forth, big words you didn't even know how to spell thrown around.
Oh dear.
Your thighs clenched a bit, something in you awakening at the sight of them going at it, a smug look on Armin's face while Satoru was practically bursting a vein.
"You're so full of shit, what do you even know ?" Satoru scoffed, rolling his eyes as he pulled you closer into his side. "Come on, we'll review the method, you don't need this guy..."
His fingers clenched around your waist possessively, not even to hurt you, but enough to pass a message.
Message that was read and...
"Not so fast, she asked for my help." Armin flashed a charming smile, his arm wrapping around the other side of your waist, his fingers clenched on your skin just as firmly as Satoru's while he moved closer to you.
Left on read.
Their arms crossed behind your back, both of their hands gripping each side of you tightly.
Armin took a deep breath, looking down at his hand with a sarcastic, pondering pout as he slipped his index finger beneath your small tank top, gently caressing the soft skin underneath.
"I wonder... How good are you really, if she's still failing ? She needs to be pushed a little more, doesn't she ?" He spoke in a fake clueless tone, eyeing your body up slowly before his gaze returned to Satoru. "Maybe she needs somebody else, someone who knows what to do."
"Get your hand off my-..." Satoru stopped himself, his teeth sinking into his lower lip in frustration. Then, through gritted teeth, he rephrased his sentence, "Get your hand off her."
This sucked... For him at least, because his reaction drew a smirk on Armin's face.
"What was that ?" The blond asked, chuckling. "Why is it such an issue ? She doesn't seem to mind..." He turned to you. "Or do you ?"
Satoru also turned to you but before he could see your face, he saw how hard your thighs were clenched, pressed together tightly.
You... liked this ?
He slowly looked up at Armin, noticing the TA's index rubbing circles on your skin.
Satoru's face fell.
Immediately, he assumed that you weren't aroused by the arguing, but by Armin alone. After all, you were going to dismiss him for Armin instead, and now you were wet for him ?
And your supposed secret lover looked so awfully smug too, like he was making fun of Satoru for being so stupid.
And that pissed him off, how could he not have no have 'noticed' that ?
His fake little assumption was genuinely hurting his feelings, to the point where he felt like he had to get your attention and focus back on him in any way possible.
He placed his other hand on your knee, your tiny pair of shorts leaving your legs mostly bare.
He looked over at you, trying to gauge how his touch made you feel and you were... surprisingly, not against it.
Even further, you looked a little out of breath, your face flushed and your thighs clenching just a little more, a wet spot becoming increasingly noticeable against your pussy print on your shorts.
Satoru stared at you, then at your lips.
This wasn't how he planned to confess but... He leaned forward, his eyes fluttering shut, ready to get rejected if he must, but he had to at least try, make sure that there really wasn't anything there.
He was close, so close... When Armin grabbed your chin and tilted your head towards himself, taking possession of your lips before Satoru could.
He flinched back, jaw dropping to the floor in pure disbelief.
Was this really happening right now ?
Your lips tangled with Armin's, the blond man's veiny hand gripping your waist tighter as he pulled you closer into his chest, his other hand on your nape keeping you in place. You were eager, kissing him back with the same urgency, your lips parting to welcome his tongue into your mouth.
Satoru blinked a few times, his blood boiling with jealousy.
He was not going down without a fight.
He took his hand off your knee and placed it on your cheek, pulling you away from Armin's lips and replacing them with his instead.
Your gasp was muffled, your eyes opening wide in surprise before fluttering shut again as you got into that kiss just as fast as you did the other, though it was more intense this time.
Satoru's hand slipping under the tank top, caressing your skin with need as he straddled your plush thighs without sitting on you, your body sinking into the backrest as the kiss deepened further, his lips sucking your tongue into his mouth before letting it tangle with his.
You were overwhelmed, feeling all feverish and weak.
Armin didn't hesitate to grab one of your hands, trailing soft, wet kisses from the back of your palm up your arm slowly, his other hand seperating your thighs and resting right there near your crotch.
Then, when he got to your neck, he pressed open mouthed kisses there, sucking and nibbling at your skin in ways that got a soft whimper out of you, which fell directly into Satoru's mouth.
Speaking of the man, he finally pulled away, leaving you both panting for air as he removed his hoodie, carelessly sending his glasses flying away somewhere in the process.
"Move. I can get her to whimper better." He practically spat at Armin, who simply let out a small, unbothered laugh against your skin.
"You want to turn this into a competition ?" He asked, lazily pulling back.
Quickly, you were manhandled onto your back, your legs spread apart and practically folded onto your tits in a way that made your tank top ride up your stomach, the little mess you've been making in your cute pink shorts perfectly showed off this way.
"You can't even teach her the basics properly, you really think you can make her cum ?" Armin continued.
Oh that damn TA was good, he was really fucking good at getting on Satoru's last nerve.
Satoru's tongue clicked as he got on his knees on the floor, irritated. Getting ahold of your hips, the he angled your open thighs towards him.
He couldn't even think about how fast this was going anymore, way too focused on how pissed off he was and how badly he wanted to prove himself to you and to show Armin that he wasn't needed for anything here —though 'tutoring' seemed to have completely gone out the window.
"So territorial, geez..." Armin mockingly said, getting on the floor as well. "Let's help her choose. Whoever she thinks is the best gets to tutor her, the other one has to fuck off."
Satoru stared at him with furrowed brows, looking absolutely pissed.
There was no way in hell he was going to lose and even if he somehow did, it wouldn't be up to Armin whether or not he'd disappear from your life.
Until you told him he was dismissed, Satoru Gojo was not going anywhere.
... But you didn't seem to think so, gasping in excitement at the prospect of this.
"Wait, sounds fun !" you nodded in agreement, giggling.
You didn't quite... fully grasp it.
In your little horny brain right now, all you processed was that those two would be in and on you, and that's all you truly cared about as of now.
Satoru teared his gaze away from Armin and looked at you instead, cursing himself for being unable to tell you no, or that he wasn't interested, or that he would prefer for the first he's balls deep inside you to be more private but... He couldn't.
The competitiveness in him wouldn't allow that, either.
"Fine."
With soft curse under his breath, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, strings of juices connecting your pussy to the spot.
"My, my... Didn't think you were this messy..." Armin spoke, looking at your puffy little cunt, his hands pressing on your inner thighs to spread your thighs apart more.
"Pretty every-fucking-where." Satoru muttered before leaning forward.
He didn't lose any time, immediately getting to eating you out, his tongue licking a long stripe from your hole to your clit, giving it a thorough suck.
"You taste so good..." He whispered against your pussy, his breath against your sensitive parts making you shiver all over.
Cute little moans fell out of your lips as he pecked your clit before sucking on it, his tongue flicking carefully.
Armin watched the scene for a little bit before finally taking his shirt off too.
To think he came here trying to help... Well, technically he was ?
But at this point, who cares ?
Placing his glasses on the coffee table carefully, he spread your legs slightly more around Satoru's head, making more space for his arm to slip underneath your tutor's head.
"Let me just help with that..." He muttered before slipping two fingers inside your pulsating little cunt, a broken moan falling from your lips.
You were... in pure ecstasy, at this point.
Your long acrylics dug into the couch helplessly as the sudden alliance between the two men made you arch your back, Satoru alternating between sucking and rubbing your clit and Armin's fingers thrusting upwards, you felt overwhelmed in the best way possible.
"Focus..." Satoru groaned against your clit.
His hand pressed down onto your stomach to keep you in place, feeling it clench tightly.
One of your hands flew to his head, slightly tugging at his hair as the other held onto Armin's wrist in an effort to slow him down, to not avail, the blond boy flicking his fingers faster with a small hiss as he looked at how soaked his hand was, the sight almost making his eyes roll back.
"That's the spot, hm ?" He asked, increasing the pace.
"Fuck..." You gasped, your head falling back onto the couch.
They were talking dirty to you, but you couldn't hear anything; unknowingly getting the experience of the average man talking to you.
Your eyes rolled back as strings of 'please's, 'wait's and curses flew out of your lips, tangled between your pretty moans for more and soft whines for mercy, your legs beginning to shake uncontrollably and before you knew it, you came all over them, the team effort paying off.
Thinking about it, it was probably counter-productive to fry the few working braincells you had, but no one was concerned by that in the moment.
"You need a break ?" Armin asked, sucking his fingers clean as he looked at you.
You shook your head, panting softly as Satoru pressed kisses to your inner thighs, his hands gently rubbing your hips to help you settle down.
"m'fine..."
Your tutor momentarily pulled away from your thighs but didn't stop his caresses, looking at you through half-lidded eyes.
"More, then ? You haven't decided yet ?"
You blinked at them, looking back and forth.
You had to pick just one ? Oh the world was cruel...
"I... I don't know..." You shook your head, blinking rapidly in confusion.
Was it your greed speaking ? Yeah, a little. You did want more, after all.
With a heavy sigh, Satoru sat back on his knees.
This shouldn't be as exciting as it was, competing with another man for you when he's clearly liked you for longer— that is, if Armin liked you at all.
But Satoru wasn't one to back down from a fight, no.
"Guess we need to help more... I'll go first."
You watched as Satoru stood up, slipping out of his sweatpants.
His cock was begging to be freed from his underwear, pulsating against the fabric hungrily.
"Get her on all fours, would you ?" He asked —or more like ordered— Armin while removing his boxers, giving his semi-hard cock a few strokes.
With an amused look on his face, Armin shrugged. Oh this was entertaining to him, and what had began as an ego contest turned into an experience he was thoroughly enjoying. "Aye aye..."
Gently, he pulled on your legs to get you down on the floor, getting on all fours right there, your arms holding onto the couch.
While Satoru lowered onto his knees and got himself ready behind you, Armin kissed your face, your temple, your cheek, left some quick pecks on your lips.
He could most definitely see why Satoru liked you.
Let's just say that Armin never had a problem tutoring you from the start, but now, he really wanted to be the one you chose.
But that had to be put on hold now.
Satoru's firm, large hands splayed over your back before giving you a quick spank that made your back arch a bit. It was almost cute, how obvious you were about how badly you wanted this without even using any words, just your body.
"Ready ?" He asked, his hands kneading your ass.
"Mhm..."
Your little hum and nod was all he wanted to know before he slowly sank inside of you, moaning quietly at how tight you were.
"Fuck's sake..." he groaned under his breath, his hands gripping your hips tightly.
After all those nights of jerking off to the thought of you, he finally had to real thing, squeezing his fat cock so tightly and sucking him in.
He took a few seconds to let it sink in and let your pussy adapt to him and when it finally did, the floodgates opened.
Your brain was somewhere rolling on the floor, getting further and further away with each thrust as Satoru's relentless hips slapped against yours, his hand holding down the back of your neck onto the plush couch, your face pressed right next to the wet spot you had made earlier.
Your moans were loud, your hands clutching Armin's arm as your back arched for more.
"Yeah that's it, taking it so well... Let's show the TA just how good we work together..." Satoru grunted out, his arm slipping around your neck to get you into a chokehold.
And once he did, he lifted your upper body to pull you back towards him, your back pressed right against his chest. He was so much deeper like this, your oversensitive pussy squelching out juices as your entire body trembled.
"'Toru~" You managed to moan out between your shaky breaths, your eyes rolling back.
Meanwhile, Armin's fingers found their way to your pussy. He didn't care about touching Satoru's cock, at all.
Grabbing some of your juices, he used them as lubricant to stroke his cock with a hand, the other rubbing your clit.
"You moan pretty, you beg pretty, your pussy's pretty... You really got it all, huh ?" Armin spoke as he leaned forward, momentarily pulling his hand away from his cock and without thinking, ripping your frail litte tank top to free your bouncing tits.
The sight made Satoru moan even more than he already was, his free hand squeezing your tits.
And you ?
Oh you were long gone, gasping, moaning and whimpering as your pussy got pounded, your clit was played with and your tits were getting attention all at once.
Suddenly, Armin had an idea.
He moved over to get in front of you, slapping your tits once before looking at Satoru. "Move your hand away, I got an idea."
Your tutor looked a bit confused, but with the entire mood in the room, far from him was the thought of arguing about it.
They were way to deep into this now for him to think about competition, so he did as asked, moving his hand away from your tits. Armin then be pressed himself up against you, the two men sandwiching you making this more overwhelming than it already was.
"Alright..." Armin slipped his cock between your legs, moaning softly as he rubbed it none only against your clit and wet pussy, but also the underside Satoru's cock.
The proximity, the feeling of it all and specifically the odd intimacy of this position ripped a moan out of all three of you.
You reached down to press Armin's cock closer, keeping it in place all while Satoru was damn near going insane, kissing your neck and leaving his marks all over just as Armin had done earlier.
It didn't take long for your second orgasm to wreck you, your body stuck between the two of them making it way more overwhelming than the last and causing your breath to come out in short pants as you held onto Armin tightly.
"F-Fuck she's squeezing so fucking tight... A-And you... Your... Fuuck..." Satoru whimpered, his head falling on your shoulders as his thrust turned sloppy.
He got you out of the headlock, his hands slipping between yours and Armin's chests to squeeze your tits and pinch your nipples, accidentally pinching Armin's once or twice, which only served to make the blond boy's eyes roll back and ripped soft whines from his lips.
With remarkable timing, Satoru managed to pull out right before he could cum inside you, making a mess all over your ass instead.
You closed your eyes, letting out a soft whimper at the loss of contact though your pussy wouldn't mind the break at all, especially since Armin soon followed, shooting his load on your lower stomach and leaving covered in cum front and back.
Your body fell limp onto the soft carpet on the floor, your chest heaving up and down as you finally managed to breathe semi-normally.
Fuck.
This was a lot, way more than you had anticipated.
At your feet, Satoru and Armin admired their handiwork, looking at just how beautifully fucked out you looked.
Your makeup was all smudged, your pussy was swollen, you were covered in bite marks and hickies and most importantly, you look like you were about to take the world's most comfortable nap on the floor.
With an appreciative smirk and never taking his eyes off of you, Armin spoke to Satoru.
"So about the tutoring... Mind doing it together ?"
They both didn't look much better than you : lips bitten red, flushed cheeks, Satoru's hair a mess from you tugging on it and Armin's sticking to his forehead with sweat.
Taking a deep breath, Satoru gently rubbed your leg, looking at you.
He wasn't jumping for joy at the thought or sharing your time, attention, or your body but... Teamwork seemed like the better option here... all for your best interest of course !
Yeah...
Your best interest.
"Well clearly two brains are better than one, no ?"
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