#nerd!art

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nerd!art who gets teased alot, not straight up bullied but teased about his nerdiness. sometimes he gets name called, but that's really it.

nerd!art who gets shy with cheerleader!reader whenever she comes up to him asking him for help. with plump lips and cleavage hanging out of her uniform asking him for help in math.

cheerleader!reader who uses him for answers. giving a tiny kiss on the cheek each time he does her packet of homework.

nerd!art who gets hard at the sight of her red lipgloss getting stained on his cheek. he doesn't bother wiping it off, and when it comes to showering he is very reluctant on wiping it off.

nerd!art who is the envy of his friend group when they see the smudge of lipstick on his cheek. specially when you walk past them and give art a teasing wink? they all wish to be him.

cheerleader!reader subconsciously looks forward to seeing him, she tries to tell herself that its just for fun. but something about having a 6 foot, shy, submissive man squirm and blush at the sight of her gives her something to look forward to each day.

nerd!art and cheerleader!reader who get shipped without them realizing. their friends whisper among themselves about their relationship, but they are too busy in their own little bubble to pay attention.

nerd!art and cheerleader!reader who start warming up to eachother, going as far as art giving her private tutoring on math lessons.

𖠁 stuttering problem

𖠁 getting used academically

𖠁 studying

𖠁 janitors closet

𖠁 reward

𖠁 "keep talking"

𖠁 nipple play

𖠁 dominant art

Nerd!Art x reader

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𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕦𝕟, 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕟, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕤ᯓ★

6:03 p.m.

You knocked on Arts door, standing patiently in the hallway, swaying your body slightly as you had a tote bag slung over your shoulder and a gift bag clenched in your hand. Just a moment later Art opened the door, wearing just his Stanford tennis shirt and shorts, his hair a mess and his glasses placed low on the bridge of his nose.

“Hi!” He said excitedly, stepping aside so you could come in. Art had a single room with just his twin sized bed in the corner, a perk that came with his scholarship.

“Hey” you said, smiling brightly as you stepped inside the room.

You walked over to his bed and set down your tote bag as Art closed the door and turned around to face you. He watched with a soft grin as you walked up to him with the gift bag held out in front of you.

“Here you go! I bought it yesterday when I was out with my friends, it made me think of you.” You said, smiling softly.

Art chuckled and grabbed the bag and placed it on his desk before reaching inside and taking out the book that was inside. His smile grew.

“Stargazers guide to the night sky” He read the title. “I love it!” He exclaimed, flipping through the page.

He turned to you and grinned widely. “Thank you!” He giggled and walked towards you and hugged you.

Your arms wrapped around him and squeezed.

“Your welcome.” You giggled. “I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it” He mumbled into your shoulder, squeezing your body.

He pulled away and cupped your face, kissing your nose.

“Let’s go look at the sky, It’s nice and dark now.” He said, looking all giddy like he always did when you guys were about to look through his telescope.

You hummed and pet his head.

“It’s cold outside grab a sweater.” You said out of concern.

6:30 p.m.

You two were outside the dorm building, a quilt set up on the grass with some snacks laying on it. You were sitting criss cross apple sauce on the quilt, while Art was distracted by his telescope. As soon as he looked through that lense, everything else disappeared except what appeared in front of his eyes.

Ever since you’ve met him he’s always had some type of obsession, or hyper fixation that became his entire world.

When he fell in love with you, he realized he could have two obsessions at the same time.

For the past year, it’s been astronomy. Which has been enjoyable for you as well since you got to learn all these cool facts, stargaze, and look through the telescope he got from his grandmother on his birthday.

“Baby look at this” He murmured, glancing back at you.

You stood up and walked over to his side and looked through the eyepiece as he moved away. You could see the planet you knew as Venus, the planet of love as Art told you. Venus has been Arts official favorite planet.

“It’s beautiful Art, really beautiful.” You said softly, a smile on your face as you backed away from the telescope.

7:15 p.m.

After some time Art disassembled his telescope and put it into its box before laying down with you on the quilt, cuddling up to you for warmth. One arm was swung over your body while he other arm as tucked against his chest. His head nuzzling against your shoulder as he hummed softly.

A moment later he could feel you putting an earbud into his ear, the sound of “Pluto Projector” by Rex Orange County, filling his ears.

A small baby smile appeared on his lips. He could feel your hand stroking his curly locks as gently as possible.

“You could add up all the planets and the stars and galaxies in the universe and that still wouldn’t amount to how much I love you.”

He whispered into your ear, pressing his lips to your cheek.

“I love you Art” you whispered as your eyes began to droop.

“To Venus and back.”

you passed a test because of him.

you were overjoyed, really.

and who helped you? art fucking donaldson.

and obviously you had to pay him back.

"can you meet me in the hallway? please artiee. 😓" you texted him, already biting your lip in anticipation. he's in the middle of writing notes in his class when he gets it. but he's so fucking weak for you.

he asks to go to the restroom, his hands sweating the moment he sees you leaning against the wall. "art!" you squeal, running up to him to hug him tightly. "i got a 96 on my test!" he smiles, a genuine smile as he sees you basically jumping up and down while your arms wrap around his waist.

"im so proud of you," his voice trembles slightly as he pats the back of your head. "here i need to show you something," you pull him into the hallway, looking around before slipping inside the janitor's closet.

"what are we- woah!" he gasps as you get on your knees infront of him. his face heating up as he feels your hands tugging at his pants. "im just paying you back.." you coo, biting your lip at the sight of his throbbing cock twitching inside his boxers.

"w-we shouldn't be doing this. we'll get caught and-" you shush him, gently tugging at his boxers. "we'll take it slow, yeah? i just want to make you feel good." he knows you're so manipulating him, but how can he say now to your pretty little eyes and pretty little face? he really cant.

you pull down his boxers, only to be greeted by a longer than usual cock. in your head you thought he was smaller than average, he doesn't exactly give you big dick energy. but boy was he packing. "woah," you whisper under your breath as his cock springs out in the air, already so hard.

"i-i never done this before." he whispers, his voice trembling. you look up at him, smiling slightly. something about taking his first time stirrs something in his you. "just tell me when you're going to come, okay?"

he gasps as your hand wraps around his throbbing dick, his tip was already a bit stained with precum, but the feeling of your tongue licking at it? his hands clench, already whimpering. you take that as a sign to continue, hand gently stroking him while slowly but surely fitting him into your mouth.

"ngh- you're so warm.." he whimpers, his eyes glossy as he breathes heavily, looking down at you with a desperate expression. "im already-" he moans. you never been with such a vocal guy, most of them usually dont make any sound. but something about art getting whimpery and desperate just hits you in the right spot.

"pleasee.." "come in my hand.." you mumble as you bop your head, your hands softly gripping his thighs as you continue coating his cock with saliva. after a good 10 seconds he grips your hair. he doesn't pull you in, he just uses you as an anchor. "fuck-" you pull away, putting your hand on his tip so you can catch his cum.

he cums. alot.

"was this your first time having an orgasm?" you mumble, standing up with a small grin. "y-yeah." he mumbles, looking away from you. "i can tell, you came so much—"

you cut yourself off when you notice he's sniffling. you frown, wiping your hand off with a roll of toilet paper near by before you get infront of him. "are you okay?" he shakes his head, using the heel of his hand to rub his tears away. "i-i just.." he looks at you. and your heart melts.

he looks so vulnerable.

"did you not like it?" you ask softly.

"no no i liked it. i loved it, actually. but-" he grabs you, like your hips. but he doesn't kiss you or anything, he just brings into an embrace, his head burrowed into your neck and hair like a scared puppy. "i want do so much more now." he whispers against your shoulder as his big arms wrap around your waist.

and that's when you realize; this turned into more than just a game.

you wont be able to get rid of him so easily now, not after everything.

it was art's turn to pass a test.

you werent of help in any way, if anything you were distracting to his studies. but he still eagerly agreed when you had proposed the idea.

so here he is now; nervously walking to your dorm with a condom in hand that he had stolen from patrick. he doesn't knock on your door, he simply walks in. "hello?" he mumbles, locking the door.

"artie!" you purr, hugging him tightly. he hugs you back, he oddly loves hugging you. its comforting, feeling your body getting trapped against his. "h-hey." he whispers, smiling softly before kissing your cheek. you giggle at his little peck.

"you know you can kiss me properly, right?" your words ring through his head. properly? like a couple? but only—his train of thought cuts off when you tug at his shirt. "properly?" he whispers as he takes off his shirt. he's toned, big. everything about him doesn't fit with his geekiness. "yeah, properly." you mumble back, pressing his hands against your cheeks.

"like we did in your dorm, remember?" he nods, leaning in. he kisses your cheek softly before kissing your lips. its a bit sloppy first, he's still trying to get a hang of it. but eventually he kisses you properly, his hand going to the back of your head to give you a proper kiss.

your knees hit the edge of the bed, and he lands ontop of you yet he doesn't stop, he keeps kissing you. his tongue exploring as much as it can inside your mouth. by the time he pulls away your lips are messy with drool. you dont even process what's happening until you feel your panties slip down your ankles and your shirt getting pulled off.

"please tell me if im doing something wrong." he pleads into your shoulder. he looks so cute, all shy and hiding in your shoulder. "wait wait, i have a better place." he pulls his head away, pecking your lips one last time before slightly getting off you. you take your bra off, and god is he harder than ever.

he takes the opportunity to bury his face inbetween them, enjoying the warmth they bring his face. "do you know what to do?" he shakes his head, hands trembling against your hips. "okay, okay. look at my hands."

he rests his forehead against yours as he watches how you stroke his cock. "touch me," and he does. his long fingers softly tease your slit, causing you to whimper. you gently rub his tip against your slit, and god does it feel good.

you're already so wet. "did i cause that?" he whispers, his eyes locked in with your pussy as he watches the way it throbs very slightly. you giggle breathlessly and nod, kissing his lips softly. "now go inside, kay?" he nods eagerly, burying his face back into your neck as he slowly brings his hips to yours.

"fuck fuck-" you whine. he's stretching you out. more than you thought he would. you bury your face into his shoulder, softly biting at his flesh there. "am i hurting you?" he says as he hears your whimpers. you immediately shake your head, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders.

"they're...good noises." you say, and he nods, starting to rock his hips slightly. "you're so tight..." he whispers against your neck, his hands gripping your sheets beside your head. you giggle, before your giggles turn into moans.

something about your moans turn on something in him, something dominant? he doesn't know. but before he even gets to dwell on it he's bringing your legs up to his shoulders, your eyes wide as he pistons you. "a-art!" you whine, your nails dig into his chest, but he doesn't stop. he isnt rough, he's delicate with you. but his size and girth is something that you hadn't experienced.

"im gonna-" he moans, softly licking at your ankles, his drool dripping down to your thighs. "im coming baby, baby baby-" he chants, dropping his head to your chest.

you come first, you back arched like a cat as you moan his name out loud. he comes a few seconds after, he completely forgot the condom, but he's quick to pull out, white ropes of cum splattering on your stomach.

he falls next to you, his chest heaving. both of you are sweaty, sticky. "mmm." you whimper, lolling your head to the side. "there's something called 'aftercare' by the way." you mumble, and he blushes even more, apologizing under his breath before he grabs your hips. "b-but-" he looks away, almost ashamed. "i still have this," he leans down to the floor to grab the condom, the sight of it makes your stomach stirr again.

"another round?" he whispers, peppering tiny kisses against your neck. "please, please please please please-" "okay fine." you giggle, and he brings you close to his chest, his cum rubbing on his chest and yours, making an even bigger mess.

"stay like this." he whispers, manhandling you so you're basically cradled against him. your head buried against your neck as his hands softly grip your ass. "o-okay." you whisper, a bit flustered yourself. "i want this time to go slow, to make you feel s-special." his words make your stomach flutter, but you bite your lip. surpressing anything you want to say.

he’s like saying facts about something or trying to tutor the reader and she starts like kissing his neck and stuff while he’s talking and tells him to keep talking and the reader basically just gives him head while he’s yapping sorry haha tysm

you were comfortably resting against his chest, his hand running up and down your back after a long makeout session.

"did you know that tennis balls used to be white? but they changed them to bright yellow so they could be-" his breathing hitched very slightly as you started kissing his cheek, your hand rubbing his scalp. "s-so they could be seen better in television." he murmured, his eyes fluttering.

"yeah? keep talking baby." you giggled, nuzzling into his arms before biting his bicep, licking and sucking at the muscle. "t-the longest match lasted for 11 hours..." he whimpered, squirming slightly as you kissed him before going down inbetween his legs.

you nuzzled your cheek against his clothed dick, nodding at him innocently. his hand goes to your hair, softly stroking your silky strands. "the surface of a court matters-" he whines as you pull down his boxers, his cock springing onto your cheek with a tiny slap. "i-it can be clay or-" he groans, watching as you take his tip into your mouth. "or- oh for fucks sake." he groans, gripping your scalp as you take him into your mouth fully.

"fuck baby.." he whimpers,wrapping his hand around the base of his cock as he pulls it out of your mouth. he loves the sight of you all drooling and needy for him in your mouth. "stick your tongue out," and you do, and he slaps his tip against your tongue. making you giggle, "ahh.."

"art stop ittt." you chase his dick with your mouth, eventually going back to taking him all in. "you look so prettyyy." he mumbles, fisting your hair so he can you in all of your glory. the sight of your eyes gazing up at him makes him cum on the spot.

you gasp, your eyes widening as your mouth is suddenly full of his seed. "shit sorry sorry-" he cups your cheeks, only to see you swallowing everything. not letting a single drop go to waste. "its okay," you whisper, wiping a stray tear off your cheek. "i liked it. it just caught me off guard." you lean in, and he pulls you into his chest, flattening your hair. "sorry." he whispers against your scalp.

but deep down, he would do it again if it meant seeing your cheek full of his white liquid. seeing you swallowing everything down without spilling anything.

you were such a tease to art.

sometimes without even knowing you made him hard, and decide not to do anything about it! he hates that about you. but god does he love the thrill.

this time tho, he's over it. he needs you bad. and he wont let your teasing stop him.

"baby," he hummed, softly nuzzling his face into your neck. "art stop it! im trying to study." yeah right. you're on your phone.

"baby." he says much more firmly, his fingers digging into your thigh. he sits up, settling himself inbetween your legs. "put your phone downn."

you sigh but inevitably put your phone down, he grins. kissing your lips harshly. he's alot more comfortable and relaxed since time has gone passed. he's almost acting like...a boyfriend?

you kiss him back, your hand gently cupping his cheek. "mm." you moan, and he dips his head to kiss your neck. biting and sucking on it.

nerd!art getting used (academically) by reader . . . ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

you had it all planned out. sweet talk him, make him do your work! easy peasy. and it was specially easy with how suirmy he got with you; constantly apologizing at the slightest graze of his body on yours, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

like right now, you're in his dorm while he attempts to teach you math. your hand is on your chin as he leans over, his finger slightly trembling as he talks. "so when you divide this number, you use the radius of the sphere to find the cir-" he glances at you, and you're already looking back. he's been feeling your heavy gaze on him since you came in, feeling very judged. he did a mental note to take off all of his geeky posters away incase of you coming in again.

"w-what?" he straightens his back, hands folding into his lap. "nothing." you say innocently, giving him your signature soft smile before your eyes go back to the paper.

before he can get back to teaching you're standing up to sit on his bed. "you really are a dork." you tease, head tilting to the side as you look around his room. it all screams nerd. a virgin. a loser. you lean in slightly, mouth curling into a grin. "have you even had your first kiss?"

his cheeks are burning as he shakes his head. gaze lowered out of both shyness and embarrassment. "n-no." he murmurs, fidgeting with his sleeves.

"would you want to?" you purr. going back down to sit next to him. your hand softly rubbing his forearm. "i mean i can show you, for practice ofcourse."

he shakes his head desperately. "i-i dont think a girl would be interested in that—me. i-im like such a l-loser." he's stuttering like a little kid, but you weirdly bring that out of him.

and you dont know why you do it, maybe its his blonde curls, or his lips curling into a frown. or the way you see him beating himself up inside his head. but you lean in, hand going to his thigh. "what if i said i was interested? in kissing you i mean."

your words make him jump slightly, head tilting to look at you. "dont do that." he frowns, eyebrows fully furrowed. "dont s-say things like that if you dont mean them." standing up, he puts the books away. "if you're here just to make fun of me just go ahead and-"

you groan, standing up. you adjust your skirt before grabbing the collar of his shirt, pulling him down to your height. "shut up and kiss me." he doesn't question you after that.

how could he?

a pretty girl like you asking him to kiss you? he's stupid if he says no. he wipes sweat off his hand before gently cupping your cheek and pressing your lips with his. he's so awkward it both turns you on and makes you want to squish him. you decide to take lead, hand resting on his chest as you lead the kiss.

he takes a few seconds before he catches up, his other hand going to your other cheek. you break the kiss after a few seconds, a small smile forming on your face. he's so red, and before he knows it he's kissing you again, most harshly.

you giggle against his lips, arms wrapping around his neck. "stop stop." you scold him, pulling your lips away. "calm down."

and with that, you pull away, wiping his saliva off your lips. "ill see you in class, yeah?" you grab your phone, waving at him innocently —as in you didnt just change his perspective on everything. and walk away out of his dorm.