#nerdjo x reader

the minecraft video played out its final three minutes in the dim room. you both lay there in comfortable silence, watching the pale glow of the laptop flicker across the wall while satoru remained perfectly still, nested warm and thick halfway inside you. his breath was a slow, rhythmic puff against your neck, his thumb still making lazy, hypnotic circles against your hipbone.

then, the video ended.

the audio cut out completely, leaving only the quiet, steady hum of the laptop fan. on screen, the recommended videos popped up in a small grid, casting a static, pale light over the mattress.

neither of you moved to click on another video.

the sudden silence hung in the room, heavy and soft. satoru’s breathing shifted first—getting just a little shallower, a little more uneven, as the quiet made him acutely aware of where he was.

his cock, resting warm and half-hard inside you, began to pulse. a slow, steady swell of blood made him expand against your inner walls, taking up just enough space to draw a soft exhale from your lips. you shifted slightly to accommodate the growth, and that tiny movement accidentally caused him to slide a fraction of an inch deeper.

you made a tiny, breathless sound.

satoru froze instantly. his entire body went rigid.

"did i—did i hurt you?" he asked immediately, panic lacing his voice. he pulled back half a centimeter, his chest heaving against your back. "‘m sorry, i didn't mean to shift—"

"‘s okay, toru. you didn't hurt me," you whispered, turning your head as much as the pillow allowed to look at him. "you just, uh, got bigger."

his cheeks flushed a deep, dusty pink, visible even in the dim light. his white fringe was messy over his forehead, and his blue eyes looked glossy behind his thick glasses.

he stared down at where you were joined, his jaw slightly slack, a dazed, transparently earnest look on his face.

"...i don't think all of me's gonna fit like this," he mumbled, his voice raspy and honest.

you let out a soft snort, your own cheeks warming. "yeah. you're kind of unfairly big."

satoru let out a nervous, flustered noise in the back of his throat—a tiny, involuntary whimper that made his chest heave against yours. "...can i... um," he stammered, his fingers twitching against your hip. "...maybe help a little? first? so i don't... you know."

"mhm," you cooed gently, leaning back into his chest. "please."

satoru eased himself slowly back out of you until he slipped completely free with a soft, wet 'pop'. he shifted so he was hovering over you, supporting his weight on his elbows. he reached out with one long arm, grabbing the edge of his laptop, and gently slid it further down toward the foot of the bed so it wouldn't get bumped.

his glasses slid down the bridge of his nose again.

"...hang on," he muttered, awkwardly using the back of his wrist to shove his glasses back up before leaning down to press a soft, sweet kiss to your lips. it was warm, wet, and slightly clumsy, his breath fanning hot over your skin. "...you're so pretty," he whispered breathlessly between kisses. "...baby... so pretty."

he reached down between your legs. you were still wet from the cockwarming, your cunt glistening beneath the soft glow of the laptop. satoru moved with gentle, practical care, slipping two long fingers inside you to gently stretch you open while his thumb pressed softly over your puffy clit.

"just... breathe for me, okay?" he murmured against your neck, his voice low and tight. "tell me if i should stop... i don't wanna hurt you."

he worked you with slow, steady strokes, making space until your inner walls relaxed around his fingers, dripping slick and open for him. only when he felt you melting beneath his touch did he slowly withdraw, guiding the blunt tip of his fully hard cock back to your folds.

"...can i?" he whispered, his knee gently nudging your thighs a little wider. "just a little..."

as he eased himself in, his thick girth slid past your hole much smoother this time, though the sheer size of him still filled you completely. inch by slow inch, he sank deeper until he bottomed out, his heavy hips flush against yours.

"h-ah..." satoru let out a shaky, broken whimper right into the crook of your neck, his whole frame trembling. "...fuck... baby..."

"toru..." you whined, your inner walls instinctively clenching tight around his base.

the squeeze hit him hard. his composure completely shattered.

"...hngh!”

he made a needy, pathetic little noise, his head snapping back as a dark flush spread all the way down his neck to his collarbones. he buried his face back into your neck, hiding his flustered expression.

"sorry... sorry," he panted against your skin, his breath hot and ragged. "i didn't mean to make a noise, you just... feel so good..."

"don't apologize," you whispered, smiling softly as you wrapped your legs loosely around his waist. "you can move, toru."

satoru took a slow breath and began a steady, careful rhythm, guiding himself in and out with deliberate care. he was focused, intent on keeping you comfortable, his body working with painstaking attention to your reactions.

"look at me...?" he pleaded softly, his voice trembling with affection as his hand gently cupped your cheek to tilt your face up. "...please? wanna see your face."

when you looked up at him, he looked completely undone. his blue eyes were blown out and glossy, his white fringe sticking damply to his forehead.

"you're doing so well," he whispered, his hips rolling forward in a deep, agonizingly good thrust. "...you're okay. thank you... thank you for letting me..."

he whined softly, a sweet, needy sound, and buried his face into your shoulder again, kissing every patch of skin he could reach.

clack.

his glasses knocked hard against your collarbone, slipping crookedly across his face.

"...ah, wait—" satoru mumbled, breaking his rhythm for just a second to pull his glasses off and drop them onto the mattress somewhere above your heads. "there..." he breathed.

without his glasses, he had to squint slightly to focus on you, looking impossibly endearing. he leaned back down, pressing a deep, messy kiss to your mouth while his lower half continued to fuck into you, deeper now, his careful rhythm slowly falling apart as pleasure got the better of him.

auto-play clicked over in the background. youtube, apparently, had decided to recommend mumbo jumbo himself after the copied tutorial ended. a redstone build appeared on screen that neither of you noticed.

"s-satoru... i'm... 'm close," you gasped out, your fingers digging into his back.

his eyes widened. "already...? really?" a surge of pure, eager joy lit up his face. "okay... okay, stay right there... i've got you..."

he adjusted his angle, lifting one of your knees a little higher onto his hip, and pushed in deep, hitting the exact spot that made your mind go blank.

you let out a breathless cry, your body coiling tight and snapping into a sweet, rolling orgasm. your walls clamped down hard on his thick cock, pulsing in tight, relentless waves.

that was the absolute end of his restraint.

"...ah! fuck—" satoru gasped, his voice cracking completely.

he buried his face into your shoulder, his hips stuttering into three fast, deep thrusts before he came with a long, muffled groan into your skin. you felt the warm, heavy pulses of his cum filling you up, his whole frame shuddering over yours as he melted into a puddle of absolute exhaustion.

he stayed there wrapped around you for several quiet, heavy minutes, taking long breaths into your neck, before finally slipping out with a soft, reluctant drag.

his face was bright red, burning hot against your shoulder as he collapsed beside you.

"...i came really fast, didn't i?" he mumbled into your skin, his voice muffled, sounding ridiculously embarrassed.

you snorted softly, running your fingers through his damp white hair. "toru, ‘twas amazing. you were amazing."

satoru let out a tiny, dazed noise, hiding his face deeper in your neck to conceal his giddy, dopey smile. his thumb lazily traced circles on your lower back, clinging to you.

eventually, he stirred.

"stay right here," he whispered softly. "don't move. i'll be right back."

he padded awkwardly across the dim dorm room, one hand instinctively reaching down to cover himself before immediately realizing it didn't really help much. his face flushed an even deeper shade of pink as he hurried on, walking with his knees a little closer together out of sheer embarrassment, trying very hard not to think about how naked he was from the waist down.

you heard the bathroom faucet run.

a moment later, you heard the familiar clink of his water bottle as he picked it up from his desk onhis way back.

he returned carrying a warm, damp washcloth in one hand and his water bottle in the other before settling onto the edge of the mattress beside you.

"...sorry if it's cold," he murmured.

he cleaned you both up with careful, gentle hands, pausing every so often to ask if he was pressing too hard. every whispered "sorry" only made your chest feel warmer.

once he was finished, he handed you his water bottle.

"...drink a little?"

he watched until you'd taken a few long sips before drinking from it himself.

"...you okay?" he asked softly.

you nodded.

only then did his shoulders finally relax.

he walked back over to his drawers and pulled out a fresh pair of oversized sweatpants. returning to the bed, he helped you slide into them before pulling on his own.

after climbing back into bed, he tugged the blanket a little higher around your shoulders until you were warm again.

reaching above your heads, he felt around the mattress until his fingers bumped against the frame of his glasses. with a relieved little hum, he slipped them back on before leaning over to pull the laptop back from the foot of the bed, settling it beside your hip again.

"...huh," he mumbled, squinting at the screen through his thick lenses. "...youtube finally gave up and recommended mumbo jumbo."

you let out a quiet, affectionate laugh, hiding your smile against the pillow .

"toru."

"...sorry," he whispered with a sheepish smile, kissing the top of your head before wrapping his arm around your waist. "...let's just watch it."

a/n: thank you for all the support on part one 🙏🏼 had so much fun writing this, and i hope i did these two justice. i hope it made you wet too ;D

soft, blue-tinged light spilled from the laptop resting beside your hip, leaving the rest of the dorm in comfortable darkness.

on screen, a minecraft video was playing.

you were curled on your left side, facing the screen. behind you, satoru had spent the last ten minutes shifting, inching, and tucking himself impossibly closer—chasing your warmth until there wasn't an inch of space left between you. his chest was pressed flat against your back through two layers of hoodies, his knee slotted snugly between yours. one of his long arms rested across your waist, as though he couldn't quite relax unless he was touching you.

he reached up to adjust his collar, only for the metal zipper of his hoodie to snag on the edge of the blanket.

"...ah."

after a second of trying to untangle it, he gave up with a tiny huff against your neck, nudging his glasses back up his nose instead.

"i—i mean, look at that redstone circuit," he muttered against your shoulder, his voice low and raspy. "there's literally an easier way to wire that. he's just copying mumbo jumbo's piston door tutorial from, like... three years ago."

he cut himself off, jaw snapping shut.

"sorry. i know ‘m ruining the video... i can stop talking."

a beat.

"...actually—no, hold on. look at that repeater."

you reached down and patted his arm affectionately, a soft warmth rising to your cheeks. somehow, even after four months, being each other's firsts still made moments like this feel new.

you weren't even watching the video anymore. he frowned at the screen with complete sincerity, as though figuring out the redstone build was somehow more important than the fact that he was practically wrapped around you. you just listened to the quiet rhythm of his breathing, aware of the way his messy white fringe tickled your cheek every time he blinked.

he shifted again, trying to pull the blanket higher over your shoulder.

the heavy pressure of his bulge against your lower back grew harder to ignore. satoru went commando inside the dorm at all times—he swore up and down that underwear was a scam designed to oppress his circulation—so there was zero barrier between his sweatpants and your shorts. beneath the thin fabric, the soft, heavy, half-formed shape of his cock pressed right into you. he didn't even seem to notice, completely unaware of what his closeness was doing to you.

"wait..." he mumbled, tapping the brightness key on the keyboard. "is that... why is his render distance set so low? the fog is hiding half the biome."

as his arm came back around your waist, his fingers brushed the hem of your short shorts.

he hooked a thumb under the waistband, tugging it down maybe half an inch—and then he froze.

the room went still. his breath hitched, heat radiating off his chest pressing straight through your hoodie. he pulled his hand back immediately.

"i—um."

he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

"is... is that okay?"

"toru, it's okay," you whispered, leaning back against him just a fraction more. you hadn't put on underwear under your shorts tonight either, having picked up his commando habit over the last few months.

"...okay."

he stayed still for another moment. like he was making sure you really meant it.

his hand found your waist again, moving slowly enough that you could have stopped him at any point, fingertips hesitating every few inches as though he was still asking permission without saying a word. he worked your shorts past your hips, dragging them down to your thighs.

when the cool air hit your skin, you shivered. satoru immediately shifted, pulling the edge of the blanket down to cover your legs first before his body pressed back against yours to block the cold.

a quiet rustle of fabric followed as satoru awkwardly fumbled with the waistband of his sweatpants. his knee bumped against yours in his haste.

once he'd finally managed to free himself, he reached past your shoulder and paused the minecraft video.

he was only semi-hard—at that soft, heavy in-between stage—and his ridiculous thickness rested against your lower back. bare and thick at the base, his cock rested innocently against your skin while he waited.

his forehead settled against the back of your shoulder, his breath coming in slow, uneven hitches.

"...can i kiss you?"

a tiny pause.

"...wanna kiss you."

you snorted softly before humming, "m’kay."

satoru let out a quiet breath, pressing his lips to the side of your neck. the kiss lingered, a little clumsy, his dorky glasses bumping lightly against your cheek before he settled back down.

"...cockwarm?" you asked softly, not turning around.

satoru's breath hitched completely.

"...p-please?"

the word came out barely above a whisper. he loved cockwarming with you—the simple closeness of just being tucked inside your heat without any expectation.

"put it in, toru," you cooed, reaching back to trace his arm.

he moved with delicate care. his large hand slid beneath your right knee, gently lifting your leg just enough to open you up. he guided the blunt tip of his cock forward, nudging against your hole. you were already slick, making it easy for the thick head to slip past your lips.

because he was so wide, even at half-mast, he paused instantly, letting out a shaky exhale against your neck as your walls wrapped tight around him.

"...is this okay?" he whispered, his voice tiny and thick.

"you're fine. keep going."

another slow breath brushed your neck before satoru eased himself in further. inch by slow inch, he sank into you. because it was just a lazy cuddle session, only about half of him fit comfortably, but he didn't mind at all. he just let himself stay buried halfway, exhaling a quiet, trembling sigh into your skin.

his chin rested on your shoulder, he wrapped one arm snugly around your waist while his other hand gently eased your leg back down.

"...better?" you murmured, a faint, flustered smile tugging at your lips.

satoru nodded against your neck, pressing another sweet kiss to your skin.

"y-yeah," he whispered, his voice dazed and thick with affection. "so much better... you're really warm."

he didn't care about moving or pushing any deeper. he just wanted to stay tucked against your back, forehead resting on your shoulder, listening to you breathe. absentmindedly, his thumb traced slow circles over your hip before he tugged the blanket a little higher around your shoulder.

his glasses slipped down his nose again, bumping gently against your cheek.

"...seriously," he mumbled with a tiny sigh, nudging them back up with the back of his wrist.

eventually, he reached past your shoulder and tapped the space bar.

the minecraft video resumed.

a/n: they’re so sickeningly in love 😭 lmk if y’all want a part two <3