#nerd!jo

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.

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 ;)

main masterlist

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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

warnings/nsfw: smut; p in v sex, creampie, heavy edging, overstimulation, sadist!gojo, slight degradation, crying kink, mindfuck narration, praise mixed with humiliation, possessive creampie, aftercare, nerdjo being a total freak under the glasses, dirty talk, clinical dom vibes with humour.

song recomms: eoO by bad bunny, maria by justin bieber and bumpy ride by mohobi ;)

he texts you late: “need a volunteer for extra credit psych/bio crossover project. my room, now. bring nothing but yourself. door’s unlocked.”

you show up thinking it’s actual studying. he’s in his usual oversized hoodie (hood up, glasses slightly fogged from the mini-fridge cold), hair a chaotic white mess, but his eyes are sharp behind the lenses. the room smells like energy drinks, old comics, and that faint metallic tang from his hidden toy drawer.

“perfect timing,” he says casually, closing the door behind you with a soft click that feels way too final. “we’re testing human physiological response to prolonged sensory deprivation and edging stimuli. purely academic. you in?”

he doesn’t wait for a real yes - just smirks when you hesitate, already pulling out the blindfold (black silk, probably stolen from some cosplay prop). “subjects don’t get veto power. strip to your underwear and lie down.”

you end up on his bed, wrists cuffed to the headboard (those same hidden ones from the snack drawer incident), ankles loosely tied spread with soft rope he “borrowed from the physics lab.” blindfold on. darkness. his voice turns clinical, almost bored - the ultimate mindfuck.

“baseline recorded: heart rate 82 bpm, respiration elevated. noted.”

he starts slow. a single fingertip tracing your collarbone, down between your breasts, circling one nipple until it pebbles painfully hard. no pressure, just endless teasing circles. stopwatch clicks.

“phase 1: light tactile stimulation. duration: 10 minutes. subject is already exhibiting goosebumps and minor vocalization. interesting.”

you squirm. he chuckles low. “shh. data requires stillness. try not to ruin the experiment by cumming too early - probability’s only 4.7% right now.”

next: ice cube from his mini-fridge. he drags it over your stomach, down your inner thighs, then presses it right against your clit through your panties. the cold shocks you into a gasp; he holds it there while narrating.

“temperature differential causing rapid vasoconstriction followed by rebound vasodilation. subject’s hips are bucking involuntarily. cute. but unscientific. hold still or i restart the timer.”

when you’re dripping, soaked through the fabric, he finally peels your panties aside. tongue - warm contrast to the ice - flat and slow laps from entrance to clit. no sucking, no speed, just relentless, measured strokes like he’s charting every twitch.

“phase 2: oral stimulation. time to first near-orgasm: 7 minutes 42 seconds. subject is whimpering incoherently. vocal data logged.”

he edges you mercilessly. brings you right to the brink - thighs shaking, pleas muffled against the blindfold - then stops. completely. hands off. stopwatch resets.

“aww, poor variable. denied at 98% threshold. that’s three edges now. your arousal index is off the charts… but no release until i say the hypothesis is proven.”

by the fourth edge you’re crying softly under the blindfold, tears soaking the silk, begging in broken whispers. “toru-please-it’s too much-

he leans in close, breath hot on your ear, voice dropping from clinical to cruel-sweet.

“wrong. it’s exactly enough. say the hypothesis out loud, baby: ‘i’m a needy little experiment who cums only when her sadist nerd tells her to.’ say it clearly for the recording.”

you sob it out, voice cracking. he groans - first real crack in his composure - and finally, finally sinks two fingers deep, curling hard against that spot while his thumb grinds your clit in tight circles.

“good subject. hypothesis confirmed. now cum for the data.”

you shatter - whole body arching off the bed, cuffs rattling, a choked scream he smothers with his mouth. he doesn’t stop. keeps fingering you through it, drawing out aftershocks until you’re oversensitive and twitching.

then the blindfold comes off. glasses still on, but his eyes are dark, hungry. he uncuffs one wrist just to flip you onto your stomach, yank your hips up, and slam in from behind in one brutal thrust.

“fuck-empirical evidence: your pussy was designed for this cock. take the rest of the trial like a good lab rat.”

he fucks you hard, mean, one hand around your throat (light pressure, just enough to make your head spin), the other spanking your ass in rhythm. “cry louder. i want quantifiable decibels.”

when he finally fills you - hot, deep, grinding to push every drop in - he collapses over you, panting, kissing the tears off your cheek.

“session complete. a+ performance. we’ll need… repeat trials. for science.”

fratjo x fem reader x nerdjo

notes: this has become a lot deeper than i initially intended but we’re gonna go with it 🤣 read parts one and two to follow the story line !

fratjo texts —> nerdjo texts —> next!

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."

masterlist.

nerd!gojo is the type to have you completely undone within ten minutes with just with his tongue and fingers. glasses slightly askew, that insufferable almost-smile, watching you fall apart as he experiments, paying attention to every little thing that makes you twich. you wouldn't be surprised if he had a notepad next to him. he will say "thought so" when he finds something that works, quiet and satisfied, and you want to be annoyed about it but physically cannot because he's right and he's always right with his stupid big brain.

frat!sukuna is the type to have you in his lap at a party with his hand underneath your skirt, completely unbothered, carrying on a conversation with whoever's nearby while his fingers work you open slowly and his face gives absolutely nothing away. he expects you to stay quiet. he knows you're struggling. he finds it very funny. he will only look at you when you're right at the edge, turning just enough to watch your face, and he'll keep you there for as long as he wants before he decides you've earned it.

professor!nanami is the type to wait until after class, until the room is empty, until it's just you standing at his desk with some question you both know isn't really about the coursework. and then he'll look at you over his glasses with that expression and say close the door in a voice that makes your panties dampen and your thighs squeeze together. methodical about everything, including this. especially this. the kind of thorough that makes you forget what day it is.

plug!choso is the type to turn soft and pliant the moment you put your hands on him, going completely still under your touch like he doesn't know what to do with being handled gently and is trying very hard not to show how much he wants it. will do anything you ask without hesitation and look at you the whole time with those dark eyes like you're the only thing worth looking at in any room he's ever been in.

goth!geto is the type to be slow and deliberate that borders on overwhelming. unhurried, with long fingers, a patience that feels almost meditative and eyes that stay on your face the entire time collecting every reaction and filing it away into his brain for later. has this low quiet voice that he uses specifically to say things in your ear that you'll be thinking about for days afterward. he knows exactly what he's doing. has always known.

athlete!toji is the type to have you pressed against the wall of the equipment room with one arm braced above your head and absolutely zero urgency about it, like he has nowhere to be and no interest in being anywhere else. he has that lazy smile while watching you come undone and he takes his time with it. he's still in his practice gear. he doesn't care. you've stopped caring too.

dean!higuruma is the type to have you bent over his desk after hours. door locked, glasses still on, one hand pressed flat between your shoulder blades keeping you exactly where he wants you arched up at the perfect angle for him to watch the ripple of your ass. he takes you apart with a methodical patience that borders on devastating. he won't speed up no matter how much you ask. he will only go harder when he decides to, not even when you beg for it, and he always decides eventually, just never when you expect it.

campus security!shiu is the type to have you in the security office after hours, luring you there under the guise that you had broken the rules somehow. the monitors are still running and he doesn't care even slightly. he's quiet and focused and completely sure of himself that is so fucking attractive. his hands are steady and deliberate, finding the things that work and repeating them without commentary until you're gripping the edge of the desk and making sounds that would absolutely carry if the building weren't empty. he says almost nothing the entire time. just a sly smirk while the pretty college student is unfolding in the hands of campus security.

details, giving 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃!𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 a handjob whilst he pathetically tries to study for his AP biology class :( (18+) content, fem!reader, slight sub dom themes, semi-public sex (library), mommy k!nk if you catch it lolz, handjob, short (1.1k), probably not proof read enough a/n: it's funny; i don't care for gojo at all. but nerd!gojo? i can get past that. this is my first smut fic ever, so i do hope you all enjoy! a/n 2: it's 12:00am, on the dot, and if i have to add all my words back bc tumblr took them off for having two tabs open and words that are somehow illegal in tumblrs world, strike me down. 🫩

satoru is usually very serious about his studies, especially his biology class. always, he'd have study dates on his own in the library revising for what was at least a millennium on whatever assignment he had due the following week. in some instances, he didn't even have an assignment; he'd just study for the fun of it. pathetic, yes, but what else could he do? it's not like he had a girlfriend to go on dates with, or study with;

until he did. you.

the prettiest girl on campus, permanently glossed lips, loved by all, and wanted by.. well, everyone, for some reason dating the sorry excuse of a man and epitome of a geek, satoru gojo, who had a completed periodic table puzzle framed in his dorm and still had a psp 3000 as a 20 year old in 2025. and yet, unlike the average person would expect, he would still stay in the library studying for hours as if it were his humble abode. to think, to have a girlfriend like you, he would focus on you more, or at least study with you. and yet, he chose not to. in fact insisting not to, stating his studies are a 'him' thing, hoping you wouldn't be offended. because he was entirely bullshitting.

the actual reason he's so adamant on not letting you study with him, or around him, is because your presence is enough to turn him on. he'd say he couldn't explain it, the reason your existence made his body go hot in all the right places and suddenly be unable to speak a coherent sentence when around you, but of course, satoru could. considering the fact that he had studied neuroscience, he had ironically covered the science behind arousal.

so when you begged to spend time with your boyfriend during his precious study time, he mentally sighed because he knew that with you and your nature, and his woeful amount of decorum, he wouldn't exactly be using his hands for writing on paper.

believe me, he tried his best, originally having his wired earphones writing bullet points into his notebooks about natural selection. then, he had made eye contact with you, batting your eyelashes at him. he'd turn away, trying to keep his eyes glued to his paper and read the words over and over again of his textbook to avoid your gaze so he didn't act like a virgin and catch a boner immediately.

that was until you had taken off one of his earplugs and he heard you purr his name. "satoruuu, i'm bored." and that's all it took, as a tent slowly begun to uncomfortably in his pants. you couldn't blame him, your voice was so honeyed that whenever he'd hear it, dopamine went straight to his dick. internally cursing himself, satoru can't help but respond. "yesyes i know, but i need to study," he'd not-so-quietly mutter, his tone coming off more aggressive than it should because he's becoming sexually frustrated by the second at the fact that this is happening. he looks at you immediately, realising how he sounded as he watched a pout form on your face.

"i'm so sorry baby, i didn't mean it, i promise, it's just that my studies are important, it's not you!" he'd apologise profusely, his expression now worried. however, you weren't annoyed. you instead leaned in closer to him, placing your hand dangerously close to his crotch.

"i just wanted to talk to you, 's all," you're lying straight through your teeth as you start to tug on his belt — an indicator that you whatever you wished to do was more than just mere conversation. "we're in a library," he would protest, worried about getting caught doing such an obscene act in a place of learning.. so you did the right thing and removed your hand. "alright, you can keep studying."

he'd be happy for at least a second, and not a second later he would blurt, "nono, you can still do it while i study, please.."

what the fuck was he saying? ideally, satoru should be thankful. he wanted to study. his studies mattered — but the strain in his boxers mattered more, caused his voice to turn almost pitiful as his morals waned just so you could touch him.

and here he was, proving his original thoughts right. well, half right. he would be still be writing on paper with one shaking hand, as he used his other to shield his whimpers. he couldn't help himself, the way that your hands wrapped itself around him so delicately, stroking him up and down just right caused him to let out a whine. "f-fuckkk", he'd mewl, his mind beginning to grow hazy, completely fixated on the sensation that made his tip flush.

truly, the way he found himself in this situation is an absolute mockery. he couldn't read the words on his page if he tried, his glasses now fogging up, almost falling off his face due his heavy breathing, the rise and fall of his chest growing more fast paced with every pump each heartbeat matching the throbbing of his dick against your fingers.

"shh, satoru, we're in a library, you wouldn't want us to get caught, would you?" you would playfully tease him, adjusting his glasses back onto the top of his nose bridge reminding him of his previous statement before he consented to this mess. he frantically shook his head, babbling, "n-no, i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm s-so sorry-"

and like the little minx that you were, you would only jerk him off faster with both your hands, giving attention to both his tip and the underside of his shaft. satoru had fully lost it by this point, the overstimulation making him teeter off the edge like a lit fuse growing shorter and shorter, and started bucking his hips into you, chasing his high like it was going to leave him. "mhmm, please, pleasepleaseplease mommy, i'm gonna have an org-"

his back arched as hot, thick streams of white fluid coated your fingers and the corners of his textbook. "mhm, ride it out," you'd talk him through his orgasm, him following your orders as he rode his hips into you until he couldn't any more.

you wiped the fog off of his glasses as you planted a sweet kiss onto his cheek. he would smile at the contact, still recovering, until his eyes widened as they landed onto his textbook, (barely) stained with his load. "no, my book!"

you would have face palmed in that moment if you didn't have his cum all over your fingers. what. a. dork.

but the bigger issue was how much one of you were going to have to pay the suguru geto , the one in ap CSA, to hack into the school's system to delete the footage of you two off of the security cameras.

..the ones you sat right in front of.