#nerd!theo

you did not believe his obvious lie, squinting your eyes and pursing your lips at him in an attempt to convince him to tell you the truth. your nerd of a boyfriend loved playing video games, so you assumed that’s what he was doing right before you made your presence evident.

the suspicious part was his rush in shutting down his monitor, as well as the slight flush of his face and his fidgety pupils.

“y–yes.”

god, he was so cute, so obviously affected by your words and actions. theodore was avoiding your piercing eyes, even going as far as pushing his gaming chair away from you to stand his ground.

too bad his desk stopped his escape only after traversing a few inches.

“teddy, you know i don’t like liars.”

you were teasing him, feigning faux disappointment, as you closed in like a predator on its prey. you leaned forward and gripped the armrests with your hands, successfully caging a blushing and twitching theodore in his gaming chair.

“i–i know, amore…”

his voice was low and whispery, on the verge of giving up his strange scheme and giving in to your inquiries.

his adorable stutter, a clear sign of how weak he was for you, made you smirk for a moment; but you soon hid the smile, keeping that annoyed façade for the rest of the interrogation.

his eyes, previously glued to anything else but you, were enchanted by the close proximity and moved on their own, now staring at your gorgeous face.

that gorgeous face of yours he adores.

“then?” and you didn’t say anything else, only lowered your face closer to his as you arched your eyebrow.

waiting for theodore to reveal the truth.

theo swallowed hard. his adam’s apple bobbed, glasses slipping further down as he tried and failed to make himself small in the chair. you were too close; your breath ghosting against his cheek, your scent doing dangerous things to his poor brain.

he whimpered. whimpered.

“i–i wasn’t doing anything bad, promise.” he said, eyes flickering between your still puckered lips and the exposed skin of your throat.

“i was just–… just–” he scrunched his eyes shut like that might save him from you. “just playing monster hunter…”

you arched your brow more, cocking your head at him.

that wasn’t it.

“is that supposed to be the part that embarrasses you, teddy? you play that all the time.”

“no!” he burst, voice cracking slightly. “no, i mean— yes, i was playing that! but that’s not why i shut the screen… i just–" his hands came up, defensively, waving in front of him like he could shield himself from your teasing.

“it’s because i–i spent the last hour trying to make the character look like you.”

your silence nearly killed him.

“i mean– you’re just really pretty, and i thought it would be cool to, like,… have you there? in the game? fighting monsters with me?” he tucked his chin down, cheeks now a dangerous crimson, voice shrinking to a whisper. “she even has your hair. i… spent ages getting it right.”

you stared at him, then reached out one hand and tilted his chin up with your fingers. his glasses were now seated on the tip of his nose, letting you see those eyes full of adoration.

“you made a hunter version of me?” you asked, amused warmth curling into your tone.

he nodded frantically yet carefully, making sure not to kick away the hand you had on his jaw. you could see the way he was relaxing into your touch now that he registered the positive undertones in your voice.

“she’s got the dual blades. and— and she’s wearing the cool armor from the nargacuga alpha set because you’d look so badass in it. i gave her your eye shape and color and— i named her after you, too. i just– i didn’t want you to see because it’s still not finished.”

he went on and on about the customization he did on your character, enumerating names of weapons and armors you had no clue about. but the glimmer in his gaze and the passion on his lips told you enough about his work.

theodore nott loves you so much, and he has his… special ways of showing that.

“theo…” your smile cracked through that fake annoyed expression, your little play now abolished due to theo’s strong infatuation for you. 

he looked up at you like a kicked puppy, lips parted, pupils wide. “please don’t be mad. i just… i really, really like you. and i want to fight monsters with you.”

instead of replying to him, you only dipped your head lower and placed a small peck on his lips.

it was short, but so so sweet, your fruity lip balm making theo’s hands jump from their initial place and cup your face lovingly. he chased your lips, wishing to taste them again, but you turned away from his face.

only to plop down in his lap unannounced and make him let out a small whine. again.

“can you show her to me?”

theo made another noise, like a squeaky hinge, halfway between a gasp and a protest. his hand, now reaching behind your back to steady your body in his lap, made your chest press nicely against his.

it was all too much for his poor heart. it took him a few seconds to answer back.

“y–you wanna see her?”

you nodded, already reaching for the mouse before he could stop you. “well, yeah. you spent all that time making her look like me, didn’t you?” you turned back to look at him, voice dropping into a sultry tone.

“what, is she naked or something, baby?”

“n–no!” he squeaked fast, flushing deeper, like the word alone was too much. “it’s not– i wouldn’t– she’s just… she doesn’t look exactly right yet.”

you clicked open the monitor, using the button theo pressed previously. the screen came to life with a flickering light, some undistinguishable roars echoing from theo’s headset, but your attention was immediately captured by the figure standing confidently on the screen.

your hunter character.

she was decked in jet-black armor, twin blades sheathed at her hips. you turned her around using the mouse, but the controls were unknown to you, so the character didn’t do much else under your command.

theo’s hand — bigger than yours — covered your hand over the mouse and gently guided you to zoomed in on the face to see his work.

oh, he definitely did his best. her hair was identical to yours, somehow matching the cut you had. the face features were also no doubt shaped after your own, looking extremely beautiful under the dim light of the customization menu. 

but when you zoomed back out, something was a little off.

you leaned back into theo’s neck, letting your breath fan across his naked skin and making goosebumps raise all over. even such mere gestures made blood shoot to his cock, the tame bulge of his sweats swelling with need.

he was putty for you.

“she’s cute.” you said softly, scrolling to rotate the full-body model. “but you didn’t get the body right.”

theo tensed beneath you; you hit the nail on the head. “i–i tried to–…”

“my chest is definitely not that size. and my thighs are– well, they don’t look like that.”

“i messed it up! the sliders were really confusing–” theo gasped, ashamed of his incomplete creation, afraid he might have insulted you.

“you want to get it right?”

you turned to look at him, expression amused, but voice soft. he nodded instantly, like he was being thankful for your merciful offer.

“i want her to look just like you. perfect. i mean– you’re already perfect.”

you grinned, slow and sly, and took his free hand in yours.

“then let me help you.” you guided his trembling hand up, gently placing it along the curve of your boob. theo’s breath stuttered audibly, thighs stiffening below you.

“you need to feel the dimensions, make sure it’s accurate.”

theodore let out a broken, needy little sound that he tried very hard — and failed — to conceal.

“i… i want it to be perfect.” he repeated again, his thumb twitching slightly near your nipple, eager to press down on it through your shirt, yet also too embarrassed to be selfish with your body. “for you.”

“yes, baby, do it for me.”

theo whimpered as you pushed your chest firmer into his palm, his long fingers twitching over the swell of your breast. he squeezed gently, like he always does; so careful, so attentive to your reaction and pleasure.

his cheeks were on fire, lips parted as though even the act of breathing was too much.

"you're s–so soft…" he murmured like he wasn’t even aware the words had slipped out, fully entranced by your tits. "so much softer than the affordances in the game…"

you giggled against his ear, grinding just a little in his lap to fuel his movements. his hips bucked up involuntarily, the outline of his cock thick and aching under the thin fabric of his sweatpants. you rolled your hips again — slow and steady — your clothed pussy brushing along the hard bulge pressing against you.

theo let out another broken moan, low and desperate.

“you can press harder, baby.” you whispered into his ear, your lips grazing the blushing shell. “don’t you wanna get the sliders just right?”

a throaty sound escaped him — somewhere between a moan and a plea. his other hand moved away from the mouse and came up, hesitant and trembling, cupping your other breast like he was holding something fragile.

his fingers flexed. squeezed.

his hips jerked again, so needy and uncontrolled.

“god, i–i love them.” he confessed suddenly, breath hot and broken. “i think about them all the time, i can’t help it.”

you rocked your hips again, smirking into his flushed neck, loving the messy state theodore was in.

“i know you do, teddy. i can feel how much you love my tits.”

and oh, he really couldn’t take it. his mouth dropped open, breath hitching with every rut of your hips and every sinful press of his fingers. his cock throbbed under you, painfully hard and barely constrained in his sweats.

you nipped at his ear. “want to feel them better, baby?”

his answer was a strangled whine and a harsh squeeze of your breasts. theodore was so eager to feel your bare boobs beneath the pad of his fingers.

your fingers curled around the hem of your — his — shirt, slow and teasing. theo’s eyes were glued to your chest like it contained the secrets of the universe. he even readjusted his glasses, pushing them to their initial place with a flick of his middle finger.

and when you lifted your shirt over your head, baring yourself completely for him, he made a sound so high and broken it barely qualified as human.

“oh–” he gasped, glasses fogging slightly as he instinctively leaned forward. his hands hovered, unsure, trembling with restraint.

you were his girlfriend, yes, but you were also the most beautiful woman he had laid eyes on.

he couldn’t just put his hands on–

“you can touch, theo.” your voice was a murmur, low and encouraging, as you guided his palms up. “i want you to.”

that’s all it took.

the moment his hands met your bare skin, theo melted.

his fingers spread wide, cupping both of your breasts with a kind of quiet admiration, his thumbs brushing lightly over your hardening nipples. he shuddered, mouth falling open, like he could feel every heartbeat through his palms.

“you’re… you’re perfect.” he whispered. his thumbs moved in slow circles, respectful and delicate, and when he dared to squeeze a little harder — when he felt the way your nipples stiffened completely under his touch… he groaned.

“i c-can’t believe you’re mine — fuck, i think i’m gonna cum.”

your laugh was soft, breathless. “not yet, baby. i need you to focus. don’t you wanna make her really accurate?”

theo whimpered and nodded, swallowing hard as he leaned in, pressing a tentative kiss to the swell of your breast.

“i’ll get everything right, amore.” he promised into your skin, looking up at you from beneath his glasses, flashing you the prettiest puppy eyes. “every… every single detail…”

when his tongue darted out, wetting your nipple, you moaned softly. and theo responded like you’d just awarded him with divine blessings: both hands massaged your tits more eagerly now, careful but undeniably hungry, and his lips latched onto your nipples with newfound confidence.

“just like that, teddy.” you murmured, threading your fingers through his messy curls. “that’s how you learn…”

his glasses slipped a little more as he suckled and kneaded, completely overwhelmed and absolutely dedicated to your chest.

he was a goner.

and you kept grinding — slow and teasing — against the thick bulge in theo’s lap, feeling how stiff he was beneath his sweats. how every careful thrust of your hips made his hands twitch on your tits, made his lips stutter against your skin.

his mouth was wet and hot and needy, worshipping every inch of your chest like he’d been dreaming of this moment for years — he was always like that. and you loved it.

you loved your sweet, nerdy teddy with his shaky hands and a soaked spot darkening the front of his grey sweatpants.

“a–amore.” he whined, words muffled against your breast, his voice vibrating against your sternum. “please, i c–can’t–”

“shhh.” you cooed, stroking your fingers down his flushed neck. “you’re doing so well, baby. don’t stop.”

you rolled your hips again, harder this time, your clothed pussy dragging firm and slow over his cock. theo’s whole body jolted — he even bit down on your nipple by accident, making you gasp in pleasure — and then he whimpered, low and so so desperate.

“feels so good.” he choked out, blinking rapidly behind foggy lenses. “i–i love it when you use me like this.”

“you love letting me ride you like this, teddy?” you asked, brushing your lips against his jaw, feeling the way his hips trembled under yours. “love letting me hump your cock until you can’t take it anymore?”

he nodded helplessly, his curls damp against his forehead, glasses slipping lower with each rock of your hips. “yes, yes, please. i–i wanna be your good boy, even like this, i–”

you pressed your body closer, your tits soft against his cheeks, lips brushing his ear as you grind down harder.

“you’re gonna cum for me like this, baby. just from my pussy rubbing on your cock. gonna soak your pants for me, right?”

“oh fuck.” theo gasped, hips jutting up into you uncontrollably. his head dropped back against the chair, headphones crashing down onto the floor. his mouth was parted in a perfect circle as his fingers clenched at your ribcage. “i–i’m gonna–”

“do it, teddy.” you whispered against his ear. “cum for me.”

and theo did — with a broken, strangled moan, back arching slightly, body going limp beneath you. you felt the heat of his release immediately, the sudden dampness rushing through his sweats as he came hard in his pants, his thighs trembling and his fingers clawing helplessly at your torso.

his glasses slipped clean off his nose, caught only by the swell of your cleavage.

“oh my god.” he breathed, flushed and panting and wrecked. “i–i came in my pants. i’m–”

you kissed his cheek, sweet and warm. “i know, baby. it was so hot.”

he melted, burying his face in your chest again, still gently stroking your tits like they were the only things keeping him grounded.

“i’ll… i’ll clean it up.” he whispered bashfully, voice muffled against your skin. “just– gimme a minute. i think i died.”

you laughed softly, threading your fingers through his curls, carefully placing his glasses on top of his head. “you did perfect, teddy.”

he just nodded, breathless and dazed. and completely in love.

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