#nerd!gojo

WARNINGS: NSFW — smut; p in v sex, creampie, subby gojo (whimpering gojo again wohoo), pussywhipped!gojo, implied first time, praise, pillow under hips trick, slight overstim, shy nerd satoru, dirty talk, a little humor, slight playful r!jealousy.

A/N: like i did with frat!jo, this is my take on nerd!jo. might not be much different lmaoo. | artist: @/3vangel1ne_

the room was dim, just the soft blue glow from satoru’s monitor still on, in the corner because he’d forgotten to turn it off.

his glasses were slightly crooked, white hair a complete mess from your fingers earlier. you were already — obviously — naked under him, legs hooked loosely around his hips, still trying to catch your breath from the way he’d eaten you out like it was a final exam he refused to fail.

he’d been so nervous at first. fumbling with the condom wrapper, mumbling apologies when the lube bottle slipped from his long fingers and rolled under the bed. you’d laughed, kissed him stupid, told him to relax and to simply enjoy.

now?

now he was buried inside you, rolling his hips slowly in a way that made your toes curl against his lower back. every drag of his cock felt devastatingly good, like he’d mapped every sensitive inch of you.

“fuck—satoru-,” you gasped when he changed the angle just slightly, nudging that spongy spot that made you babble incoherent things.

he let out a shaky laugh against your throat. “y-yeah? there?”

you could only nod, nails digging into the backs of his shoulders.

then he did it.

without warning he reached over, grabbed the spare pillow beside your head, and— all while still fucking into you with that same maddening rhythm —slid it under your hips.

that new tilt changed everything.

your back arched involuntarily as the head of his cock pressed harder, deeper, right against that swollen, needy place inside. your next moan came out broken, voice breathy with pleasure.

“oh my god!—”

he moaned low in response, hips stuttering for half a second like your reaction had punched the air out of him.

“b-better?” he whispered, voice wrecked, pupils blown so wide you could barely see the baby blue in his eyes shielded by his crooked glasses.

you stared up at him, dazed, thighs trembling. “how—how the fuck do you even know that?”

There’s something incredibly hot about riding your nerdy boyfriend until his glasses slide down his nose. He’s usually so composed, always in button-ups, always with those cute wire-rimmed glasses perched on his face, always muttering about formulas or code or whatever he’s nerding out about that day. But right now? He’s a complete mess.

You’re straddling his hips, knees planted firmly on the mattress, riding him to the hilt. Every roll of your hips makes his thick length slide perfectly inside you, hitting that spot that makes you moan softly. His hands are gripping your thighs, fingers digging in like he needs something to hold onto.

“Baby—” he stammers, voice cracking. His glasses are already slipping, sliding down the bridge of his nose as his head tips back against the pillow. His cheeks are flushed, hair messy, lips parted as he tries (and fails) to keep his breathing steady. You smile down at him, grinding your hips in a slow circle, watching the way his eyes flutter behind the fogging lenses.

“You look so cute like this,” you murmur, leaning down to kiss him. His glasses bump against your nose, but you don’t care. You just keep riding him, faster now, taking him deeper. He moans into your mouth, hips jerking up to meet yours. One of his hands slides up your back, the other stays on your hip, guiding you as you bounce up and down on him.

“God, you feel so good,” he breathes, voice shaky. “I can’t- I’m gonna—” His glasses finally slip off completely, landing somewhere on the pillow beside his head. His eyes, those pretty, unfocused eyes, lock onto yours, wide and desperate.

You ride him harder, chasing your own pleasure while watching him fall apart underneath you. When you come, clenching tight around him, he follows right after with a broken groan, hips stuttering as he spills deep inside you.

Afterward, he lies there panting, glasses askew on the pillow, looking completely wrecked and blissed out. You lean down and kiss him softly, brushing his messy hair back from his forehead. He laughs breathlessly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you down to his chest.

In which popular girl!reader lets Nerd!Gojo hit it ;)

“Oh, f-fuck,” he stammers, nerves on fire as he fucks his throbbing cock inside with little rhythm or finesse, “you’re tighter than the -ngh!- tolerances on a quantum vacuum chamber.”

With your back arched and manicured nails ripping holes in his Star Wars themed sheets, you scold him. “Ugh, don’t talk about my pussy like that.”

Why you ever gave the lanky nerd in the Theoretical Physics department a chance, who can say?

Satoru is clumsy and a bumbling mess who uses cheesy jokes to hide his crippling social anxiety. When you first met, he didn’t even have the tact to hide how blatantly he was ogling your tits behind his glasses, far too busy guessing your bra size, you’re sure, to even answer your question regarding the direction of the RA’s office. 

Well, he’s kinda cute, you guess — if you squint or imagine him with a different hair cut or clothes. 

He says what’s on his mind, blushes when you get too close or when your voice warps into a sultry tone just to mess with him, and builds you flowers out of LEGO because he thinks the amount of time spent on a gift adds more value than a designer label could. And it’s a little embarrassing that he thinks just because you let him eat you out in the janitor’s closet, finger you under the table in the library, and fuck your brains out on his bed, that you’re dating or something. 

God, he can be so fucking clinging too: getting his computer science nerds to hack a guy who asked for your number and frame him for fraud, telling anyone and everyone who’ll listen that you’re in love, and begging to go on dates all the damn time. 

If he wasn’t so damn good at giving you mind-melting orgasms, you’d have ditched his loser ass ages ago. 

Glasses fogging up, he rams his cock over and over again, intoxicated by the overwhelming bliss he’d never felt before you. He’s relentless. He doesn’t even realise you’ve cummed twice since he buried himself balls deep inside your poor, puffy cunt. “Sogoodsogoodsogoood. I-I think I -hah fuck- love you.”

Fed up, you flip him over, slapping a hand over his swollen lips and fixing him a glare. “You know I hate when you say the L word. I like my orgasms given to me in relative silence, Satoru. If you can’t follow my rules, we’re going to have to stop this…arrangement of ours.”

His eyes are wide, panicked hands gripping your hips to keep you from leaving. You let him speak. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.” Rutting his cock inside, eyes rolling back at the tightness and the obscene squelches he pulls out, he continues with desperation, “P-please stay. Fuck me. Use me. I’m yours. Do whatever you want with me, I can take it. I want to take it so bad.”

Sharp lips curl into sharper points. Your hips begin grinding in circles, pulsing clit grateful for the stimulation against his pelvis. 

“That’s better.”

description : some little snipits of your life with your roommate NERD!GOJO

warning : smut, p!links, spanking, creampies, riding, cunnalingus, handjob, fingering, thing riding,

authors note : enjoy ;)

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NERD!GOJO that spanks your ass till it all pretty and pink, just the way he likes it. If only you didn't get a 70% on your exam

Letting your sweet virgin roommate NERD!GOJO nut sooo deep inside your pussy, your too cock drunk to even realize he's fucking it back into you

NERD!GOJO and his pretty roommate cant stop moaning as she hops on his dick

NERD!GOJO who had a rough day in class so to cheer him up he buries himself beneath you soft cheeks

how could NERD!GOJO not fuck you over his gaming chair , you kept begging for his attention even when he told you he was in the middle of a match, but how could he ignore his needy baby?

NERD!GOJO who fingers you until you shaking and whimpering, he just loves hearing your sweet little moans

long dick NERD!GOJO making you take every inch of him

torturing NERD!GOJO’S pretty cock after you catch him masturbating to you (could correlate with this fic)

NERD!GOJO lets you grind your cunt on his thigh when he's too lazy to fuck you

you've been such a good girl, getting all the practice answers right that NERD!GOJO he can't help but eat your sloppy cunt until you cry out for him

nerd!jo who “accidentally” bumped you as you were exiting the cafeteria. terror washed over him when the iced coffee spilled on your…shirt. fuck. he could practically see your lace bra through the thin fabric. he apologized, brows furrowed as he unconsciously held the hinges of his eyeglasses. you only laughed it off, said it was no big deal and even cracked a joke to lighten the situation.

when you said you have no extra shirt, he insisted that you follow him to his dorm so he could lend you one. at first you were hesitant but you realized you’d miss a class if you chose to go to your dorm. besides, satoru is no stranger to you. well, who wouldn’t remember the guy with the conspicuous chalk-white hair. and god, the bright blue eyes behind those glasses; you’d be lying if you say that you never found him attractive.

before he had the chance to hand you the new shirt from his closet, you already pulled your drenched top over your head, leaving your upper body with nothing but the brassiere. satoru readjusted the rim of his eyeglasses as he watched you remove the residue off your skin. every wipe had made your boobs jiggle.

he tried to avert his gaze but his built up desire got the better of him. he could not resist the urge to look at your fucking tits. you had no idea how much he wanted to push you to his bed, yank the undergarment off your chest, and play with the mounds as he suck on the bud of your nipples.

later that night, with his roommate out and about like usual, satoru sat upright on the bed, only the light coming from his phone illuminated the space. on the screen, he rewinded the recording to the time you had entered the room. following you around had finally borne its own fruits. while the phone was propped on the blanket, he pulled his boxers down and held your discarded shirt with one hand. how lucky was he that you forgot to bring it with you. 

nerd!gojo has his head tucked between your thighs, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose as he devours your pussy with the rapt focus he usually reserves for devouring textbooks.

"did you know," he mumbles against you, tongue sliding slow but sure, "that the clitoris has over eight thousand nerve endings?" he curls his tongue just so, as if proving a hypothesis.

"and the inner bulbs wrap around the vaginal canal... that's why stimulation here can—hey, are you okay?" he cuts off, frowning when your whole body jolts, a sudden, violent shudder. "oh."

mortification hits harder than the orgasm.

"oh my god, toru, i-"

the lenses are streaked with pearly fluid, slick trails sliding down in thin rivulets until they gather at the rims, blurring his gaze in a milky haze. fuck… your nerd boyfriend looks so pretty like this: swollen lips glossed with spit and slick, big blue eyes blinking up through the blurred glass as he pushes his cum-smeared frames higher with his wrist.

"that's normal," he assures you, with the same gentle tone he uses when walking you through flashcards. "it's just fluid from the paraurethral glands... it means i'm doing it right." he looks so proud of himself, having pulled a fact and an orgasm out of you in the same breath. he doesn't bother wiping his glasses. doesn't so much as blink when another drop slides down the lens. he ducks back down happily, kissing the inside of your thigh before spreading you open again.

ᥫ᭡ extra credit if you survive....!!

“—feel thattt?, that right there is your cervix.”

you blink up at him, half-delirious, half-annoyed while his hips grind relentlessly into you. his stupid grin is blinding even in the dark, damp white hair falling into his eyes as he keeps lecturing to your trembling figure underneath him.

“satoru—shut the fuck up—” you tried to bring his head close to yours to somehow stop his vile lecture—

“ah—ah,” he wags a finger, cock distending you so well that you could almost feel like you were splitting into two.

“no interrupting the professor. now—what you’re feeling right now? that’s me displacing your vaginal walls.” he says it like he’s narrating off of a textbook, his cock hitting those hot spots inside you that you didn't even know existed.

“—observe,” satoru drawls again, hips rolling in a lazy, devastating rhythm that has you clawing helplessly at the sheets, “as my cock stimulates the pubococcygeus muscle.”

you don’t even know what the fuck that means—you’re too busy crying out, walls spasming around him as he grins down at you, sweat dripping from his temple.

“shut—up—oh-” you gasp, trembling when he pulls out just an inch, then slams back in, your body arching violently.

“tsk. wrong answer, sweetheart. class participation is graded.” his smirk widens, blue eyes flashing mischievously as he presses your legs up higher, folding you like he owns you. “sooo—what do you say when i’m hitting your cervix just right?”

your voice catches in your throat, words tumbling out as more of a strangled war cry than anything coherent. “f-fuck you—can't-oh-"

“ding ding ding! incorrect—agaaain.” he smirks, rocking into you with maddening gluttony. “the correct answer was: ‘thank you, professor satoru—for this hands-on demonstration.’

you let out a broken sob-laugh, somewhere between wanting to suffocate his stupid face and wanting him to never stop.

"fuck you and your biology—"

“mm—but you’re clenching like i just hit your cervix—oh wait—i did."” he cackles, dragging his cock out slow enough to feel every vein, then slamming back in with enough force to make your vision stutter. “now—if you’ll direct your attention here—”

he presses a cold thumb amusingly against your clit, circling lightly as if he were tracing diagrams in chalk.

“—we have the anterior fornix. notice how my cock—ah, wait for it—” he angles his hips deeper, and you choke on a scream as white-hot pleasure shoots through you, “—slides riiight underneath the bladder. that pressure—ya' feel it? write it down.”

“satoru—oh, my god—” you cry out—tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

“mm, yeah, that's good,” his chuckle erupts strained, bending down to catch your jaw between his fingers, forcing your eyes open. “stay with me, sweetheart. professor’s still lecturing, yeah?”

the angle shifts, his length dragging against every trembling nerve inside you, until your entire body spasms, cunt choking on him like you’re begging him to stay.

he falters as he clenches his teeth together when he feels you gripping his cock, squeezing it. felt too good to be true—

“quiz time, angel. one problem left: calculate how much cum i’m about to dump in ya'.”