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?”
satoru froze mid-thrust, and you felt his cock twitch hard inside you. it made you whimper a little.
“eh?” he asked, cheeks flushed red.
your walls tightened around him on purpose, watched his lashes flutter. “the pillow thing. with who, ‘toru? who did you do this with first? did you lie to me?-“
his face went scarlet from his neck to the tips of his ears even more. poor boy who swore you were his first hook up now was deemed a traitor.
“i—i didn’t—” he tried to hide against your shoulder but you grabbed his jaw, forced him to look at you.
“tell me.” you mumbled, pouting a little, moving your hips slightly.
he swallowed hard, cock pulsing so violently you felt it in your stomach, as he slowly began to rock his hips again, not fully on the rhythm of before.
“i… watched. a-a lot.” he stammered. then, he dropped his head on your shoulder as he began to lose his composture. “like. hours. a-and read- forums— damnit, re-reddit threads! reddit! descriptive ones! y-yeah, i-“
you giggled, arms around him again.
“you studied how to fuck me?”
he sounded like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole.
“i didn’t want to be bad,” he mumbled. “n-not for you. i- i just— made notes… oh, fuck” he cursed softly when you pressed him tighter against you.
“you're so cute" you smiled against his lips, rolling your hips up to meet his next thrust. “i bet you got hard even thinking about this"
“i- y-yeah, i did" he nodded, blue eyes glassy with pleasure, "a-and ‘m not sorry,” he panted, starting to move again faster , like your teasing had flipped a switch. “i jus' wanted to be good for you- oh my god”
"are you close, 'toru?" you whispered, nails softly raking down his back as he kept thrusting into you.
"yeah-" he nodded eagerly, breathing hard, "you're- just, ah, squeezin' me so good, shit, m'sorry, m'sorry-"
He loses rhythm for a second, hips jerking erratically before he finds it again—faster, deeper, pillow keeping you perfectly elevated so he can bully that spot over and over, making you moan alongside the creaks of the bed and the bedframe against the wall.
"sa-satoru!" you cried his name, back bowing, nails leaving red lines down his back as you clenched so tight he choked on a curse, feeling the first spasms of your orgasm.
“fuck—fuck, that’s it, that’s it—” he fucked you through it, pace turning sloppy, desperate. “i'm gonna come, baby, p-please-"
“yes—yes, inside, 'toru, please—”
his rhythm fractured; hips stuttering, thighs shaking, glasses sliding further down his sweaty nose. he looked and was wrecked. his hips kept jerking forward in tiny, helpless little thrusts like he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to, filling you up while he gasped your name over and over like a prayer.
“shit—shit, ‘m sorry—‘m still—still coming—”
you threaded your fingers through his white hair, tugging gently until he lifted his face. his glasses were completely fogged now. you kissed him slow and sweet, tasting salt and desperation on his tongue.
he whimpered into your mouth when you deliberately fluttered your walls around his oversensitive length.
“f-fuck—wait—wait, baby, ‘s too much—” he whined, but didn’t pull out. if anything, he sank a little deeper, like he couldn’t bear to leave.
you smiled against his lips. “you studied… just for me?”
he buried his burning face in your neck again, voice muffled and small. “i…made a whole google doc,” he admitted miserably. "cleared my browser history twice."
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nerd!jo is secretly a pervert
ꪆৎ mdni . nsfw . reader was filmed w/o consent . guilty while jerking off ⋮ 0.6k
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.
satoru started stroking his dick as he watched the video clip. he heaved a deep sigh at watching your boobs for the second time. you have no idea how hard he would abuse that fucking tape. already leaking with pre cum, he rubbed the tip with his thumb to spread the fluid over his shaft.
fingers slick and mind drunk, satoru shut his eyes and imagined you were still in the room watching him jerk off. his hand glided up and down as the sound of your voice played in the background. he inhaled the scent of your perfume from the shirt like the filthy pervert that he is. his strokes got faster, teeth biting onto your shirt as he desperately reached for the release.
he jerked his hips up thinking that he’s fucking your pussy hole, grip tightening on his cock and breaths turning shallow at every hard thrust around his fingers. he mumbled your name through the fabric repeatedly like it’s a prayer, the dryness in his throat made his voice crack at each attempt. his drool soaked the bust part of the shirt. nevertheless, he sucked it like it’s your tits, tongue moving in circle motions like he’s playing with your nipple.
he whimpered and pleaded into thin air, begging forgiveness for secretly recording you. but fuck he needed to cum. just let this one pass. he swore he’d be a good boy once he had you in his life. he’d be at your mercy. he’d even let you punish him for this sinful act.
he slowed down his strokes and tossed his head weakly against the bed frame as ropes of cum spurted over your shirt.
18+ riding your nerdy bf till his glasses fall off ˚₊·͟͟͞͞♡
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.”
Think this is my first nerd!jo attempt. Dunno why I took so long, but hey ho. You know I love me a pathetic man heh. Reader's mean and lying to herself but that's just how he likes it.
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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
this is the aftermath of NERD!GOJO finally getting inside your warm cunt
(18+) nerd!jo cums way too quickly when you spit in his mouth!
HE NEVER lasts long when you're positioned like this-- straddling his hips and bouncing on his leaking cock feverishly, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the warm, exposed skin of his neck.
he's whining like a dog, leaning in to your plethora of sloppy kisses and trying so very desperately to keep his mind off of his orgasm building low in his gut at an alarmingly quick rate.
as much as he loves when you ride him, it pushes him to the edge almost instantly; when you sink down onto him in one fluid motion, and when he feels your velvet heat fluttering around him in response to his pathetic noises of pleasure.
"toru..." you moan his name softly into his skin, which-- god, he loves your noises more than anything, he would die ten times over if it means he gets to hear your sultry sweet voice calling his name. "need t'try something–" you mutter in between your attack on his throat, hips never faltering their pace against his.
he manages to nod dumbly, brain practically mush at this point. all that's running through that big brain is you, and the indomitable, aching need to fill you up with his release. but he knows better than to cum before you, he knows how to be good. he knows you like it when he's good.
your hand snakes up to cup his sharp jaw, coaxing a little whimper from him. "open" you direct him, squeezing as if you can open his mouth manually.
despite the initial confusion at your demand, he doesn't wait. his kiss-swollen lips part, simply holding his mouth open paitently, no questions asked.
what he doesn't expect, is for you to muster up a large, warm glob of saliva, letting it fall to land on his eager tongue in an obscene string.
he moans, moans almost pornographically at the feeling of your spit mixing with his, closing his mouth and savoring the intoxicating taste. "oh f-fuck--" he feels his balls, heavy with cum, tighten up impossibly, pressing closely to the shaft of his cock.
he cums nearly instantly, and hard. his jaw goes slack, eyes roll to the back of his head, and he lets out a pitiful cry of your name. he bucks his hips up into yours a few more times, fucking his cum into you and making sure it stays.
you huff a disbelieving laugh, watching him moan like a whore and hump up into you. "satoru– did you just–" you trail off when his eyes meet yours. his pupils are blown out, blue eyes glassy and wide. how is it possible for the most pathetic boy you know to look anymore pathetic?
he's already begging, "can you– give me more? just do it again-- please" he whines, sticking his tongue out, a silent plead for you to spit into his mouth once again.
he's so desperate, desperate for anything that makes him feel even slightly closer to you, even though he's literally inside of you. and who are you to deny your needy boyfriend?
you sigh, pursing your lips to land another glob of saliva into his mouth, watching the way he instantly swirls the liquid around on his tongue, humming like it's the best thing he's ever tasted.
"god— that's so hot--!" he whines, clinging to you with lanky arms wrapped around your waist, swallowing whatever remains of the mixture of spit. you can practically feel that boyish, nerdy grin against your skin, a product of you giving in to whatever makes him cum.
"we gotta do that everytime, baby!" he peels his face away from where it was resting against your tits, and he gazes up at you, face flushed and glasses askew. "right? you liked it, right?" he's eager, large hands splayed across your back and rubbing the skin. he's so dorky, so whipped. and, unsurprisingly, his spent cock is still twitching inside of you.
he simply loves you too much to not want to taste every part of you, can you blame him?
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.
