#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!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'.”

warning : nsfw , mdni - vibrators, clear implications of edging (f), slight manipulation, sadistic tendencies (m), dacryphilia, bdsm undertones, fingering

"ngh- i can't do it anymooooree..!" you whine, tears trailing down your heated face, accompanied by sweat dribbling down your forehead.

your wrists are tied to the headboard of your bed: the originally cozy, plush quilt, gradually reduced into a stifling pressure that constantly rubbed against your warm skin.

torn between pleasure and pain, your sweet, pitiful whimpers echoed continuously throughout the humid room. satoru pants, the veins of his neck slightly bulging—clearly from his desperate attempts to hold back.

"one more time baby," he presses a moist, lingering kiss on your forehead, arms draped across your waist, with two fingers stuffed into your slick cunt. his other hand held a small, vibrating device against your throbbing clit, tracing focused circles around it.

you sob, "p-please.. please jus' let me cum.." you gripped the sheets with your trembling hands, trying to ground yourself amidst the blinding sparks that fried your senses.

he chuckles, delighted by your pleas. he moves the vibrator close to the folds of your entrance, merely teasing instead of providing you that sweet release you've been chasing. "c'mon baby.. you can hold it, right? aren't you a good girl?"

a cry tears itself out from your raspy throat, "i can't—mmh..! c-can't, can't do it." your ears are ringing, eyes rolled back. the vibrations are ruthless against your sensitive pussy, his fingers stimulating that plush spot within your velvet walls.

"naughty." his eyes darkened, cruelly withdrawing the toy and stopping his own movements altogether. whimpering, your hips mindlessly shook, thrusting against nothing. you shiver, helplessly gazing into his deep blue eyes.

retaining eye contact, his fingers; wet and sticky, caressed your twitching thighs, moving up, up, uppp—placing his palm directly against your abdomen, exerting just enough pressure to make you squirm.

"poor, poor girl. you really want to cum, don't you?" he coos, peppering chaste kisses against your tear-stained cheeks. "want me to stuff my dick into your drooling pussy, yeah?" you hurriedly nod, oblivious to his manipulation.

he grins, "i just don't think you deserve it." your swollen lips wobble, a pout ever present. you hate being denied, yet you feel yourself clenching around air, the absence of being filled frustrating you immensely.

"please, please, please—i'll do anything..! i promise, i'll be good.." your voice cracks, teeth biting down your own bleeding lips.

he smirks, "really? anything?"

you nod, letting out pathetic cries. pleading oh so sweetly. his cock throbs in his pants, adoring the control he has on your mind and your body. the mere sight of you sobbing, slobbering against yourself, skin sticking on skin; rubbing your thighs together like a bitch in heat (though he'd rather die than think of you that way)—it was addictive.

so, so obsessively addicting, that he really wanted to eat you whole. to consume you completely, and merge as one, complete being with your soul. it sends tingles up his spine, shaking with enthusiastic pleasure.

he swallows the saliva pooling in his mouth, licking his drying lips. "then i suppose you can definitely hold on for another hour, no?"

and when you whine, indignant, wanting to oppose—he stuffs a finger into your mouth, pinching your tongue. subconsciously, you obediently close your lips around the singular digit, gagging; effectively shutting yourself up in the process.

he turns the vibrator back on, watching as you try to run away from the pleasure that he forcefully places against your puffy clit. with pride, he licks your ears, whispering, "that's my girl."

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note. i have 4 more exams until my finals end 🤞

when gojo satoru asked you out, all of your friends said to reject him. apparently to them, there were thousands of reasons.

“gojo? he’s so annoying. he thinks he knows everything!”

“he’s such a weirdo, why even bother with him?”

“that nerd studies all day. he won’t even have time for you.”

but, you? you thought why not give it a shot?

i mean, he’s at the top of his class, actually takes his studies seriously, and is good at literally anything that exists.

you didn’t interact with him a lot before this—except when you had a group project last term—so, imagine your surprise when you open your laptop and see a message from him.

chem group partner

hey

sorta sudden but i got a question for you

following his text was a link. half of you was curious, the other half was hoping that pressing into the link wasn’t going to take all of your credit card information.

your cursor hovers over the link for a bit before you click on it, teleporting you to a website.

your eyes widen as you stare at the screen. you definitely weren’t expecting a picture of satoru’s cat with the text “will you go on a date with me? (tofu says yes)”.

recalling when you went over to satoru’s house for the group project, you remembered he had a white cat with the name “tofu”. you absolutely adored that little fluffy creature.

under the text, there were two simple options. yes and no.

you think about his confession as you spin your cursor in circles—a force of habit. what made you gasp though was, when your cursor got near the “no” button, it started moving away automatically.

you let out a small giggle, realising you didn’t even have to think about your answer, before clicking the “yes” option.

the text “hm. knew you'd say yes 🩵” pops up.

you smile to yourself again, grabbing your phone and taking a picture for keepsake. you can’t believe he made a whole website just to ask you out.

you continue, the website teleporting you to another page where it says “so…when are you free?”.

pulling up your schedule on the side, you carefully select the time and date. you decide that june 23, 6:30pm would be fine, questioning if you clicked the 12am option, would he actually go through with it?

guess that’s a question for another day.

you then get to choose what to eat, with the options, pizza, sushi, burgers, pasta, tacos, ramen. you pick your favourite, fingers crossing that you’d actually crave for it on the day of the date.

after that, you get the last slide, leaving you a bit disappointed. the text saying, “be ready by 6:30, i’ll pick you up on the 23rd 🚗”.

though the words below that was what made you realise why people called him cocky.

“normal people use their words, i made a website, for you. did it under an hour, no big deal."