#nerdgojo

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 who admires you — the pretty girl who sits across the lecture hall — every day. some days he barely listens to the professor's endless droning, instead taking the time to stare in your direction.

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 who takes in all of your features. your delicate hands that fly over your keyboard as you take notes, the way your hair frames your face, the soft curve of your lips.

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 whose thoughts eventually begin to wander into… inappropriate territory. his gaze starts to drift downward. he notices your neck, unmarked and smooth, the swell of your tits beneath your shirt, your thighs, usually covered by a pair of jeans or sweatpants.

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 who can barely study thanks to you. he tries everything — studying at the library, standing while he works, listening to music — but none of it works. thoughts of you run through his head, making his mind grow foggy with lust.

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 who forgets how to breathe when he has his very first interaction with you. you approach him at the beginning of class, asking him for his notes from yesterday's lecture because you were absent. "i—i can share the doc with you," he stammers, heart racing at the proximity.

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 who gets hard when you smile and thank him. he nods with stiff movements, watching you walk away, but the sway of your hips as you walk does nothing to soothe his aching dick.

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 who tries to study in his dorm that night, but can't seem to focus again. all he's thinking about is you, you, you. you and your pretty smile, gentle eyes, comforting voice.

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 who's starting to imagine what it would be like to have you. he thinks back to the raunchy hentai and porn he's jerked off to, how the girl usually ends up pinned beneath the guy, getting her brains fucked out by him. or in other videos, where the girl is the one making the guy whine and whimper for her.

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 who wouldn't mind being in either situation with you.

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 who ends up sprawled out beneath his covers, phone in hand with the other buried in his jeans. he's got some shitty porn pulled up, moans spilling from his phone speakers just loud enough for him to hear.

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 who rubs his thumb over his tip, eyes shut tight as he starts to imagine you touching him this way. he smears pre-cum over his flushed tip, stirring a whine from his throat, then a needy whisper of your name.

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 who eventually turns off his phone and tosses it on the floor. the actress's moans are superficial. in fact — she sounds more like a dying cat than someone in pleasure.

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 who keeps teasing himself, his other hand tugging his jeans down to make things easier for himself. he finally starts to stroke himself — slowly at first, lubricating his aching dick with his own slick pre.

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 who thinks of how good your pussy would feel, wrapped around him. you're probably so tight and warm, and you'd squeeze him so good. . .

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 who whimpers at the thought, his hand squeezing tighter, moving faster. his chest heaves with each stroke, thoughts filled with the image of you above him, his cock buried deep inside your sweet pussy.

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 whose hand turns into a blur on his dick, slick sounds filling the room, accompanied by his soft gasps and whines. part of him is starting to feel ashamed for this — for jerking off to his classmate — but he can't help it. you're just so tempting.

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 who feels his balls tense as he gets close. your imaginary moans flood his brain, making him move even faster, fisting his cock with erratic movements.

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 whose back arches off the bed, seconds away from cumming all over his sheets. he strokes once— twice— and he's finally spurting that sticky, pearly-white cum all over the blanket. his breathing is heavy as he lays there — satisfied, but embarrassed and ashamed at himself for it.

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NERDJO X READER

twt links included!!!

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summary: you needed nerdjo to tutor you, it wasn't until a party did you realize how much you liked him. things escalated,TWT LINKS smut sex, somewhat public sex. fingering. making out, motions of alcohol.

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physics was kicking your ass. you couldn't fail this class, so after signing up for tutoring sessions, you found yourself spending far too much time with gojo.

the dim lighting of the library made your head groggy. you could barley stay awake as he continued to attempt to teach you.

"y/n.. I know this isn't your favorite thing, but im tryin' to help you out." he spoke, his voice was calming in a sense too, making your eyes close like gates.

"hey.." he said softly, you felt his hand on your back, you raised your head. you took in his figure. alone gojo was pretty beautiful. but without this whole tutor gig you would've probably never known of his existence. so for this you were grateful, in some ways he was eye candy, but also a nice genuine guy to count on.

"Im listening.." you yawned.

after the verbal confirmation, gojo taught you all you needed to know until your brain was filled to the brim.

you straightened your back, "okay, lets call it a night, im too tired." you said, stretching and yawning.

"ok how about we finish up this unit tomorrow then?" he tilted his head and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

you shook your head no, "sorry buddy.. gots plans tomorrow." you said, and it wasn't a lie. you had been invited to this party at your friends spacious apartment like a week ago. you had been looking forward to it since.

"oh okay.. oh wait" he said with a laugh, "I have plans too I guess, im willing to give them up to hang with you but, seems ill be doing something else as well."

you wondered what else he could be doing, your head also lingered on the fact that he is willing to cancel plans to tutor you. he is such a good helper! you thought.

and so after that you parted ways. but secretly, after all your tutoring sessions, your mind wandered around him. but surely it was just because he is such a good teacher.

the party came quicker than you would've thought, pregaming with friends went buy quickly. you were going for a slightly under the influence look tonight. along with sexy attire.

your uber ws there before you knew it, you and your friends all cramped up in the car.

"fuck I can't wait to make out with someone tonight.." one of the girls exclaimed, all your friends laughed and agreed.

you felt the same way, but you didn't want to make out with just anyone.

after the trip you found yourself walking into the building and up to the apartment, the music grew louder the closer you got. for some odd reason you felt nervous.

walking through the doors girls laughed and hugged with people you had never seen before, you introduced yourself but you felt slightly out of place. you forced yourself to shake off the nerves and go to the kitchen for a little pick me up.

as you turned the corner you ran face first into something rock solid, you staggered back slightly losing your footing until someone caught you. their hands around your waist holding you balenced.

"y/n?" a familiar voice said through the loud atmosphere. your eyes bolted up to find mr tutor himself. gojo satoru.

except, he didn't look himself. still sporting his glasses and all, but something about him was changed, maybe it was his demeanor. you felt suddenly aware of his hands still on your waist even though you were on your feet.

"oh hi!! didn't expect to see you here." you said honestly.

he bent over to hear you talk, his ear close to your mouth, his head almost in the divot of your collar bone. you were aware of how close he was.

he shifted to speak into your ear, you felt his breath on your skin, "what? im too nerdy to go to parties?" he laughed. it sent chills over your skin.

nervous you tripped over your words, "nonono, I didn't mean it like that I swear."

"hey hey no worries, just remember to be kind to me.." he acted to be hurt by your words his hands covering his heart. "Im the reason you do so good in school, right?" he teased.

your mind went blank, choosing to just laugh it off you moved around his body. since when was he ever this big? "im gonna get a drink.. I'll see you around ok?" and with that you walked away from him and to the kitchen.

since when did nerdy gojo make you feel like this. you were so hot it felt like you needed open air to cool off. opting for a shot instead. since when was he so.. hot? why did him teasing you so much make your core burn.

"hey!" your friend said from beside you, you didn't move, just greeted her and pulled your composure together. "who was that babe you were talking to?" he said. it was then that you turned to face her.

"haha gojo?" you questioned. almost like you were making a joke of it. no way it could be him.

"uhhh sure.." she looked at you crazy, "if the guy with the glasses and white hair is gojo then yes."

you didnt say anything at all, you just shrugged, offputtingly.

"oook then," she said as she turned away. "im gonna go talk to gojo then.."

her words burned a sensation you didn't know you would feel. especially not for your tutor. as you watched from a distance, your chest felt tight with jealousy.

he's your tutor. not hers, he didn't even know his name. she wouldn't even know who he is if you hadn't ran into him.

you tried to swallow your pride, its not like hes yours. you couldn't. you took your cracked dignity and strutted over to them. when you got there she was laughing up a storm, pushing herself on him.

"hey!" you said, almost shouting, "can I grab ya for a sec?"

he turned to face you, his expression practically lighting up at your presence.

you pulled him away from the crowd and to a less popular hallway. the colorful LEDs still shading your face but it was less vibrant. he looked stunning, slightly sweaty to the point of glow.

"hey I gotta say, thanks for saving me that chick was all over me.." he laughed. his words burned in your chest. were girls always like this with him, and you just didn't notice? how come you didn't notice? just because he was your nerdy tutor. you could have as well been blind.

"since when did you get so hot?" you said out loud before it was too late.

his face grew a shade of peach, like he was flustered by your words. his eyebrows raised, and his mouth parted like he gasped.

the moment stilled between you, the lights and music in slow motion. your nerves stood on end.

"fuck me.." he cursed himself as he took a step to you. his head dipping to yours, his hand coming up on your cheek. his mouth found yours. hesitantly almost, you reciprocated the kiss. he hummed with a new found confidence.

your mouths meshed, his tongue brushing over your lips. you parted them, his wet tongue searching through your mouth. he hummed into your mouth, his hands on your body, feeling up and down. he parted, "come with me." he spoke quickly.

you didn't answer him before he forcefully dragged you further down the long hallway. pulling you into the bathroom. he locked the door behind you.

"is this okay?" he said, while he closed the space between you again. his hands finding your hips.

"just kiss me." you ordered as you tilted your head up to him.

and so he did, he pushed you flush against the door. grabbing your jaw he moved your mouth to his, more forcefully this time. he hummed into your mouth. your tongue mushing against his. your saliva mixing.

"fuck gojo.." you moaned. his frame being so much larger than yours you grabbed onto his hips for support.

his mouth parted from yours, his hands onto of yours he dragged your palms down to his forming tent. "feel how badly I want you." he said face next to your ear, "been plotting on your since the first day I met you.. so fucking pretty." he moved his hands to your shirt now, pulling there fabric over your head.

"is all of this okay?" he asked, you answered him "yes please.."

you whined, craving more, he took your bra off with a switch motion, his mouth now licking at your skin. lapping at your hardening nipples. your mouth hung open at his action.

"need.. more, please.." you gasped for air, begging for your core to be satisfied.

"yes.. ok.." he said, pushing his glasses up on his nose, you realized now how flushed he was, how hot and riled up you had gotten him.

he belt over slightly and pulled your pants down, moving your panties to the side, you grabbed onto him as you lost your balance. head faint from the pent up sensation. "gojo.." you moaned.

"call me satoru.." he said quickly while his hands how pushed through your folds.

"sat-!oru.." you moaned. his big fingers dragged up and down through for sopping pussy, his middle finger stopping and circling your clit. you grabbed onto his bicep. your nails digging into his flesh. you gasped at his finger prodding at your entrance. circling your empty hole. his digit then pushing its way into you. you felt faint gasping for air. he fingered you softly, then picking up pace.

"fuccckk me..." you moaned.

apparently gojo doesn't pick up on expressions.

in one swift motion, he bent you over the counter top. freeing his cock from his pants he pushed his clothes out of the way.

"so fucking pretty.. gosh.." he dragged his cock through your soaking pussy. your hole clenching around nothing. until it ws filled with his length. so much, you held your hand to the mirror, looking for anything to grab onto.

"you got it.. I know it hurts baby.. itll feel good baby.." he said holding still, bringing his finger circling your cunt. you jerked at the motion. then rolling his hips when you spasmed. "can't help myself.." he moaned, bringing your back up, holding on to your boobs at he fucked you on his cock. his length pounding into your clenching walls.

you felt close now. you held onto anything you could, attempting to reach out. "dont run from it, cmon.."

he then pulled you up, your legs hanging in the air, your back flush against his chest. "ah! fuck!" you moaned.

"satoru.. I-im close.." you gasped, his cock rushing in and out of you, now with the help of gravity. your body too connected. he could feel your walls closing around him.

"I- I know baby.." he said.

"fuc.." you shook as your orgasm his you. your pussy cumming on his cock. your head falling on his shoulder, him still holding you up. your moaned sweet whines into his ear without realizing it.. he held himself back to set you down before he came on your ass.

after gaining composure he wiped you off and put some of your clothes back on your body.

"no bed needed" he attempted to joke with you. so exhausted you giggled and then lost your balance for the fifth time tonight. he caught you, your bodies flush against each other.

"lets get you out of here," he said picking you up. safe to say you were in good arms for the rest of the night.

he also made you finish the unit the next day. all you could think about was his cock while he mumbled on about your science unit.

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You feel completely overwhelmed, your nerdy boyfriend is just too big for you. 

His thick and veiny cock is buried inside you, and you feel it so deeply. You hold onto his sweaty and broad shoulders, fingers gripping for dear life into his muscles. Seeking comfort, you bury your head into his chest and let out a whimper as you feel him speed up. 

Unable to handle the weight of your body any longer, your head slipped from his chest landing on the soft pillows below. Satoru’s large hand curls around the frame of your face, the pad of his thumb slowly brushing away the strands of sweaty hair stuck to your forehead. Satoru slips his dick out of you with a huff, and you let out an exasperated moan, heavy with pure frustration. You stare at him as he adjusts his glasses— which are fogged up and sticky, to which he uses the star wars bed sheets to wipe the glass clean.

satoru gojo is wearing glasses for the first time and you are not okay, like actually not okay.

your boyfriend usually sticks to his blindfold or his usual dark sunglasses— it’s basically his whole persona.

however, today he walks out of your bedroom, a pair of thin, silver glasses laying on the bridge of his nose as he scrunches his face, trying to find something.

he was wearing clear lenses, silver frames and no blindfold, you swear your brain just fogged up at the mere sight of your boyfriend in front of you.

you sit on the couch pretending to scroll on my phone when you hear him mutter, “where did i put that file? . . jeez, why can’t i find it?”

pairing: nerd!gojo x fem!reader

summary: when the nerd from the arcade gets too confident and wants to make the new hot employee of the arcade cum.

warnings: plot with porn, begging!gojo, whimpering!gojo, needy!reader, slutty!reader, 2000s, !!!!JOB!!!!

word count: 3.2k

The j-word. A...a job. You needed it after your parents refused to keep paying for your personal pleasure—like expensive bags from Gucci, clothes that cost more than a damn car, high heels, and all that bitchy stuff you couldn’t live without.

The only j-word you find was at the arcade, that place full of nerds and greasy hair. Ew. Just ew. But you needed money, so you could make an effort just for that vacation. It will be a quick trip to hell.

At least, that’s what you thought until your eyes fell on that nerd. Bright blue eyes peer out from under those glasses, his messy hair ruffled from the time he runs his hand through it. His calloused hands are from playing and holding a pen to write essays, just for fun. Broad shoulders, unfortunately, are covered under those large sweatshirts.

That nerd was attractive. It makes your pussy act all slutty.

Your job might not be so boring in the end. You catch his name after walking next to him and his friends—Satoru. Satoru Gojo. You heard his last name a few times, but you can’t remember where you heard it. But do you care ? Absolutely not. All you need is to have a taste of that dick, which is surely huge—all nerds have huge dick, right? That’s the rumor you heard, but you’ve never fucked with a nerd because they’re not good-looking enough in your college, but that one? A rare gem. An angel sent from Heaven.

But he doesn’t seem to notice you, even when you bend down just enough to show off your lacy panties, even when you show off your tits with the best cleavage you have; nothing catches his attention. Usually, a virgin looks straight up here, and a boner pops just from that. But this one just seems...too nerdy to think about that. Great.

Your last option was to actually talk to him when he’s without his friends, but it’s so embarrassing to talk to him just to get his damn attention. Fucking annoying nerd. But after spending your entire night shift thinking about how to make him talk to you first, you finally find the perfect idea.

You placed an ‘out of order’ sign on his favorite arcade machine, and that’s how he’s now in front of you with a shy smile on his lips as he looks away from your cleavage. "Uh...sorry to bother you, but can I know why the arcade machine here—" He points at the machine. "—is out of order?"

A lazy grin spread on your perfect lips as you leaned toward him , showing off more of your tits to just have a damn glance. "Hmm...it’s not working anymore, my boss told me to wait for a professional to repair it, but they’re only coming at the end of the week."

"Oh...a maintenance technician? I, uh...I’m pretty good at repairing those things. I have one at my house." Of course, this nerd has that stupid thing at his place; it doesn’t surprise you at all. "Maybe I could check on it instead of having to wait until the end of the week. If...if that’s okay, of course ! I don’t want to seem pushy just to get to play... "

You almost roll your eyes at his shy behavior, but instead, you put on the best hopeful expression you can. "You really can do that? That’d be soo nice of you, really!" You put a hand on his arm, batting your lashes at him when he finally put his gaze on you. "You’re sure it doesn’t bother you ? I wouldn’t want to put our best customer in an annoying position."

He seems even more shy now that your hand brushes his arm, his cheeks visibly burning, and his eyes looking in every direction. "It, uh...doesn’t bother me at..at all, really. I’d be happy to help my favorite place—wait, did..did you say I was your best customer?"

Does every nerd stutter that much, or just him? If it were anyone else, you would have mocked them and straight laughed at their face, but it’s oddly attractive when it’s from him. "Mhmm…" You hum, scooting just a little closer to see his eyes widen even more as his breath catches just from that. "Our best customer, and my favorite."

He forces a chuckle that sounds more like a trembling whine. That boy is clearly not used to having a girl that close to him. Maybe his dick is hard ? When you try to look down, he suddenly turns around to go to the arcade machine, making you face-palm and mutter to yourself. "Are you fucking kiddin’ me…" He really wanted to repair that stupid thing that wasn’t even broken. You just put that sign to make him come to you.

You sigh loudly and join him, leaning on the side of the machine, your gaze lingering shamelessly on his now visible arms after he rolled up his sleeves. If your pussy could walk, she would definitely jump on him. You watch him press the button of the machine to activate it, only to see his gaze flick up to yours in confusion. "Uh...it works."

"Really ?! You’re soo talented !" Your eyes widen in fake awe, stepping closer to him and brushing your hand again on his arm. "Even my boss couldn’t repair it...you’re so impressive, sweetie." Your voice is all honeyed as you watch his flustered face through your lashes.

"I just, uh...turned it on...it wasn’t even broken." He looks away from you, scratching the back of his neck as he tries not to look down at your breast practically pressed against him now.

"Really ? Then, you’re really intelligent to have thought about turning it on. I like smart man, that’s attractive." You tilt your head to the side, playing innocent despite your obvious flirting making his cheeks flushes even more.

"That’s...that’s cool…" He nods and takes a step back, which makes you frown, but you respect the new distance. Poor boy is going to have a nosebleed if you continue like that. "Uh...I’m going to...to play then."

You have to bite the inside of your cheeks to keep your frustration in check, your nails digging in your hand from how hard you clench your fists. Why does he prefer his stupid fucking game to you? Is he really stupid or completely oblivious to what he has just in front of his eyes?

You take a breath to calm yourself down as he’s already starting a game, his focus now solely on the screen, illuminating his blue eyes and perfect face. It takes you a second to think about a new reason to pass more time with him, standing silently. Then it clicked, and you leaned back again on the side of the machine arcade. "Want to take a drink after my shift? I really want to thank you for having managed that little machine...It’s on me, of course."

He doesn’t even look away from his game, but you notice his movement fluttering and his focus wavering. Of course, you notice. "A drink...like..like the two of us?"

"Mhm, the two of us. Alone."

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You look at him fidgeting with the glass of his milkshake nervously, your face leaning in your hands, a satisfied grin on your lips. He had accepted the drink, but only if it was for something sweet and not alcohol. You didn’t really care as long as you could have him alone, even if a table is separing you two and he avoid your eyes. "Is it good?"

He almost flinches at the sound of your voice, his eyes looking up at you just a second before looking around. "Y—yeah. Good." He doesn’t really talk, or if he does, it’s just cute stuttering. He’s the sweetest and hottest guy you've ever seen in your life.

You lean down on the table to catch his eyes, one of your hands coming to fidget with his glass too—just so that your hands brush. "I know something sweeter than your milkshake. And wayy tastier. Want to try?"

His eyes widen in that cute way, making your grin slide into an amused smile. "I don’t...I don’t think I get what you mean."

"My pussy."

That caught him off guard, and he choked on air, a chuckle escaping you as you pat his hand. "Breath, baby boy. Don’t start dying on me."

He actually looks like he was about to explode right now, eyes wide, cheeks red, mouth parted in pure shock. "I...I just….you’re...You’re something else, you know..? How can you be so...so straightforward?"

You just shrug and lean back, crossing your arms under your chest without breaking eye contact even for a second. Seeing him all blushing and embarrassed was way too endearing to stop right now. "I just like saying what I want. And what I want right now is you."

His throat works as he swallows hard, his hands now playing with his sleeves as he looks at you nervously. "And...and why do you me out of all people? I’m not exactly the kind of boys that attract the attention of girls like you. And I’m not saying it in a bad way ! Not at all ! It’s just..you know, someone more confident and less...nerdy is more your type of men, or at least it looks like it ! But I’m not saying you’re just like every cliché we can see and—"

You sigh loudly to cut him off, stretching your legs under the table to brush his. "You’re always this talkative when you’re embarrassed?"

That shuts him up, and he looks down in shame at his knees. "Yeah…" He mumbles, his glasses sliding down on his nose.

"And in bed? The noisy type? Oh wait, you’re sooo a virgin, so forget it." Your tone is now more mocking, but never mean. You can’t be mean to such a cutie-patootie.

He just stays silent now, a little pout forming on his lip as he looks up at you above his glasses. But his gaze change from embarrassed from something weird, making ou arch an eyebrow. "I may be a virgin, but I’m sure I could make you cum. So stop teasing me like that."

Oh. Now he’s even more interesting. You rest your elbows on the table and put your chin on your knuckles, smiling at him in pure amusement. "Bold of you to think a virgin can make me cum. But it’s cute."

His little frown now only makes the heat pool even more in your panties, having to squeeze your thighs together. "Stop teasing me I said. You’re a real brat, you know that?"

"Then fuck the attitude out of me."

"No need to ask me twice. We’re going to my place right now." He’s already on his feet, actually ready to fuck you after getting so humbled and mocked. That makes you chuckle as you get up too, clinging to his arms as you go out, purposefully pressing your breasts against him and taking great pleasure in seeing his confidence slowly crumbling with each step toward his fancy car.

He opens the door for you like a real gentleman, helping you get in like he’s your sweet boyfriend instead of the guy who’s going to fuck you just because you teased him enough to pick at his ego.

The ride toward his home is silent, not in an uncomfortable way, though. You’re just looking at the road, a big smile on your lips, while he’s probably thinking about all the ways to make you cum.

When you arrived at his place, your jaw literally dropped. His house was fucking huge—hopefully like his dick. You already knew he was rich just by the sight of his car, but that house was just a damn mansion. And your eyes widen even more when you enter, the inside being even more impressive. Seeing your reaction, he giggles softly, and it’s enough to make your pussy thirstier. You were hungry, damn. "Didn’t expect I’d have a house like that?"

"Nope." You take a few steps, looking around before flopping on the couch. Comfortable. Could have sex on it. "Where is your bedroom?"

"Upstairs." He offers you his hand that you take eagerly as you follow him toward the stairs until you reach his room. Big, but way too nerdy for your liking. Comic books, a huge gamer computer, a whiteboard with a lot of numbers on it, a desk covered in notebooks and pens, a lot of figurines on his bookshelves—anyway, it’s nerdy.

You turn toward him, and before he can react, you push him backward so he falls on the bed with a slight ‘oof’, before you start climbing on him. "So...gonna make me cum, hm? Still so sure of yourself ?" Your hands slowly pull his sweatshirt up just enough to see—

DAMN!

What a waste to hide a body built like a god behind those oversized clothes. His abs are well defined, just like his V, showing because of his sweatpants being low on his hips. You bite your lips at the sight and look up at his face, all flushed. How cute. You lowered your head again to lick from his happy trail and up his chest, making him shudder and grip your hair. You swear you can also hear a small ‘fuck’ escaping him. So virgin.

You straddle him and take off your top under his eyes, wide in awe, not even knowing what to do anymore. Wasn’t he supposed to make you come? You throw the cloth away and tilt your head. "You good, pretty boy? Or do I need to go even slower for your brain?"

His jaw clenches as his hands over your sides, not daring to touch while his eyes are fixed on your big tits just like you wanted since the first day you saw him. "I...I’m good...please, continue."

"Hmm, eager, are we ?" You chuckle and put his trembling hands on your skin before unclipping your bra, letting your bare breasts free. You can already feel a bulge forming in his sweatpants, pressing against your core. A proud smile spread on your lips as you started grinding against him in a slow, torturous pace.

He whines, his hands pressing even more into your flesh now as his hips jerk up into yours, capturing his lower lip with his teeth. "Don’t...don’t be so..so slow." He pouted, now gripping your hips to make you rock against him faster.

You lean down to nibble on his neck, rolling your hips faster for him. Dry-humping shouldn’t feel so good, but your pussy seems to enjoy it far too much by how your panties are wet under that short skirt you’re wearing. "You like it?"

He doesn’t bother responding with words, only lets out a strangled whimper right next to your ear. You straighten up, tugging at his sweatshirt. "Take it off completely for me."

He’s immediately obeying without hesitation, his top joining yours on the ground before he wraps his arms around you to push you back against him, skin to skin, as he starts grinding up against you again. His cock throbbed in his pants, already feeling his balls tighten just by rubbing against your clothed core. "It feels so good, please—fuck— don’t stop…"

"I won’t stop, sweetie, don’t you worry your pretty head…" You follow his hip movement, your pussy leaking even more in your panties at every needy sound he makes. You need to feel him inside you, but you want to make him discover every way of fucking.

After a few more rolls of your hips, you feel him shudder against you, and going still, his arms tightening painfully around you as you feel a wetness on his sweat pants. His ragged breath goes straight in your ear, and damn if it doesn’t almost make you cum too.

But no. Not now. You climbed off of him, taking off your skirt and panties and signaling him to take off his last clothes too. He stays looking at your dripping cunt a moment before moving and kicking his remaining clothes at light speed. You giggle at his eagerness and go on top of him again, taking his sticky and still sensitive dick in your hands, making his breath hitch. You drag his tip teasingly up and down between your wet folds, looking at every change in his expression like it’s the best thing you've ever seen—and honestly, it kinda is. "You’re so wet—ngh—keep going…"

"Hm?" You stop moving his cock, keeping his tip pressed hard on your clit just enough to make you mewl, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "The magic word, baby."

"Please, please, please...I need it, come on...please." His voice breaks at the end, making it impossible to refuse him anything. You brush your thumb on his tip before going back to slide it against your glistening pussy.

Eventually, your pussy gets impatient and wants way more than just rubbing. So you line him up with your entrance and lower yourself, pushing him inside inch by inch. He’s big, like big big. But the way he whimpers and starts gripping your hips to the point of hurting? Yeah, it makes you push until you’re fully seated, making you both groan. "F—fuckk..you’re so tight...it feels too good…"

"Yeah..? You like my pussy, baby? Want me to bounce on that fat cock?" You roll your hips in slow circles, mewling every time his tip brushes your sensitive spot. Your hands rest on his chest for support.

"Yes, yes please—just like thaat...yess—do it, please…" He pleaded, hips bucking up, making his cock hit right into your cervix. You let out a strangled moan, your head tipping back while you start bouncing on his shaft, leaking pre inside your gummy walls, mixing with your moisture.

You keep going even when his grip on your hips is too painful, even when your legs start feeling sore, even when you see stars every time his dick hits all the right spots. When you glance down at his face, you can see tears welling up in his eyes as he whimpers and his dick starts pulsing inside you. He’s about to cum just like you are, and when you start going faster, you let out a gasp when he suddenly changes position to be on top of you. "Satoru, what are—" A strangled cry cuts you off when he pins your knees to your chest and starts pounding into you like an animal, knocking the air out of your lungs.

"Mgh! You feel soo fucking good, babe...I’m gonna cum so hard...I can cum inside, right?" He keeps thrusting inside you mercilessly, hitting your clit every time, forcing out loud moans from you as your hands clutch the sheets and your toes curl.

"Yes..yes you can—ohh fuck—just keep going!" Now you’re the one begging, on the edge of coming. He’s rutting inside your walls so hard it’s making your head spin, and when your orgasm hits you hard, you arch your back off the bed with a lewd moan that makes him go still and shoot his sticky cum inside you sensitive pussy.

When he pulls out of you with a plop!, he falls on the bed next to you and wraps his arms around your trembling body to keep you close, not caring about both of your sweaty bodies. "Told ya I’d make you cum…"

You scoff and roll your eyes at him, burying your head in his neck. "I’ve done all the work."

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 nerdjo , college student gojo , amab reader .

Cockwarming nerdjo while he writes his thesis. Cockwarming nerdjo as he struggles to even lift a finger , his body quivering and shaking , but you refused to move until he's done writing.