#nerdynetteworks

You slow your bouncing on your boyfriend's dick as you feel some movement going on at his end. Unnatural movement. His hands reaches to the side. Curiously, you tilt your head. "Toru?"

"N-no. Keep moving, I'm just- ngh." He throws his head back, eyebrows knit in pleasure as you start moving again.

Bringing a hand back to your waist, he grips it tightly at the sensation of you fondling his balls and lets out a whine continuing to pat around the bedside table.

And finally, he brings it back into your sight. It's holding something. His glasses. You almost snort.

"Want to... hic n-need to see you," he says, fumbling them onto his face. "Don't want to cum to a blob."

You erupt into a fit of laughter, cunt squeezing with each huff of air and movements coming to a halt as you slump onto his chest. He groans. "H-hey! Don't laugh at me. And p-please keep moving."

You lift your head, giving him a teasing smile before pressing a tender kiss to his cheek.

"Why don't you just keep them on the whole time, hm?" you ask, voice breathy and body shuddering at the feeling of his dick throbbing inside you.

Satoru brings a thumb to your clit, adeptly running tight circles on it making you arch and moan. "I- hah c-can't with the way you- fuck... kiss me. They get all wonky 'n I end up just seeing ha-half of ya." He's panting, eyelids heavy and fluttering. "Also don't want them to br- oh! . . . break! these are qui–"

You cut him off by shoving your breast in his mouth, an attempt to shut him up—but alas, he continues to mumble lazily against your skin. Something about how "They get really foggy too," and you roll your eyes fondly.

You're grinding harder now, your sweet moans flowing pleasantly into Satoru's ears while he continues to suck and massage your tits, rubbing even faster at your clit.

He leaves your breast panting, a string of spit connecting your nipple to his bottom lip, where he bites.

Your lips quirk up, hips lifting to the point where he's almost unsheathed, and then you lean down, breath fanning his ear, voice low and hoarse, "See me now..?"

With that, you slam back down.

"Ohhhh fuck. yes!" he sobs out, eyes squinting and teeth gritted as you quicken your pace. "Y'look so hot, baby. i'm so c-close. f-feels amazing."

You push a hand in between his pillow and his head, grabbing a fistful of hair and crashing your lips onto his. Your mouths move against each other in a desperate, slobbery kiss. His hips stutter, dick twitching against your plush walls, and you feel your orgasm creeping up.

He pulls away gasping and moaning, hands jumping back to your waist to hold you down as he thrusts into you. You cry out his name, fingers clawing his chest.

Just moments later, he's cumming hard, eyes snapping shut and mouth hanging open as he twitches inside of you. You're quick to follow, bringing him back into a kiss.

And once you break off, you fall onto the space beside him, being met with the face of a man high on cloud nine.

Satoru's glasses are foggy and wonky, and this might just be your eyes deceiving you, but they may be slightly cracked as well.

"Oooops," you say, a soft giggle slipping out of your sheepish grin at the state of him.

Hair tousled, eyes lidded, and mouth slightly agape, the corners lifted up into the most dashing smile.

He blinks at you before chuckling softly.

"Told you."

The ache between your thighs was becoming unbearable. Your fingers are tired, and your toys have been long gone since you started dating your boyfriend. Nothing made you feel as good as he did. Speaking of which... your boyfriend?

Oh, that's right. Your boyfriend!

He'll definitely be able to relieve the neediness that is consuming you whole. Unfortunately, he is currently too deep into a gaming session with his friends to come to your aid.

Now, that may be the reason that's stopping him from deep diving into your pussy right now, but what's stopping you from just...

The door to satoru's bedroom clicks open, and you casually walk in. He acknowledges you immediately, turning in his seat slightly to greet you with a sweet smile before nodding to the bed, his way of inviting you to chill.

Oh, how you loved his ability to pick up on things. You suppose it's only a matter of time before he sees the flush in your cheeks, the rubbing of your thighs, and the look in your eyes.

You smile back, propping yourself on the edge of his bed.

He turns his attention back to the screen in front of him, and speaks into his mic. "Don't start yet. I'll be right back."

Leaning back on your elbows and crossing your legs, you give him your best 'fuck me' eyes. There's no doubt that by now he's noticed you're wearing nothing but a tiny tank top and cute little undies that proudly display a wet patch at the crotch.

"Heyy, babe. Lovely of you to join me," he says, pausing to stare at you. You can practically see the cogs turning in that mighty mind of his. "I'm gonna top up on some snacks. Y'want anything?

You shake your head, holding your seductive gaze. "Just be quick."

Satoru nods and leaves the room, though not without doing one more double take.

By the time he's returned, your patience was thinning. You needed him now, and you needed him bad. You want his fingers inside you, his tongue, and obviously, his dick!

But as he relaxed back into his seat, putting his headphones on and giving the go-ahead for the game to start, you decided you're going to have to settle on something else.

"Babe? Everything okay?" He looks up at you, eyes widening with each action you were taking. You peel his hand off the mouse, bringing it down to level with your thighs, before hooking his arm through your parted legs.

"Woah– w-wait. What're you doing?" He's quick to mute his mic, trying not to lose too much focus on his game while also staring up stupidly at you. He stammers again at your silence, bringing a slightly trembling hand up to adjust his glasses. "I- i promise I'll come to you after. Just wait a little longer?"

You ignore his words, pulling you panties to the side and grabbing his chin at the same time. "You just focus on your game... kay, pretty boy? I'll be fine right where i am."

He nods, looking dumbfounded as his hand moves away from your lower back to his mouse again. From where you are, you can just about make out the faint voices leaking out of his headphones.

"Satoru, you there?"

"Um, y... yes. I'm here, sorry."

He glances at you once more when you begin to grind on his forearm, and you let out a sigh of relief.

Lips curved up into a pleased smile, you slump forward, throwing your arms around Satoru's neck and dropping your head low.

"Dude, where's that rustling coming from."

"I think satoru... you good, bro?"

"Yeah, never been better."

He covers his mic briefly to whisper to you. "You gotta keep quiet, baby. They're gonna know."

You whine, a tad bit annoyed that you went to rodeo on the same side as his mic, but picking the former wouldn't have made much of a difference. He suddenly flexes him arm, a sharp gasp slipping out of your mouth from the sensation. Your pussy lips are parted perfectly against the curve of his muscle, and when he presses upward, it adds just the right amount of pressure to your clit making you arch and moan out lowly.

Satoru is built. He goes to the gym almost as often as he games (translation: very often), which you're extremely thankful for, as the pleasure you're feeling from endlessly riding his toned forearm is edging you closer and closer to an orgasm as we speak. And though you'd never like to admit it, the thought of the slight chance of getting caught by his friends riled you up even more.

"Mmmh, T-Toru..." you breathe out. "I-I'm soo..."

He whispers, "Close? Keep going, angel. You're doing so great for me."

You peer down at him. His eyes are still fixed on the monitor, and he's chatting away with his friends, using terms you couldn't begin to understand. God, you are so attracted to him. You're nerdy boyfriend was about to make you cum on his arm just from sitting there and looking pretty.

Breathy, hushed moans spill from your throat as you're nearing your high, and it takes everything—nails gripping on his shoulders, thighs squeezing shakily around his arm, and biting down so hard on your lip you'd surely bleed—for you to not cry out as you came on Satoru's arm. Your hips stutter, liquids gushing out and dripping onto the floor. A hand flies over your mouth, muffling your desperate gasps and moans, while another you felt came to cup at your pussy.

Shuddering, you pull back.

"Hi, princess. I got you." Satoru's warm voice reaches your ears as he guides you onto his lap.

Immediately, you lunge in for a kiss, and he kisses back, letting you melt into his arms while he soothingly patted your back.

"Toru, baby, that was... so hot," you mumbled mindlessly into his chest. "Wanna try this again sometime."

You feel the rumble of his boyish laugh before you hear it, and your heart flutters, completely enamoured by everything he does.

"Hmm, maybeee during a time where I'm not on a call, if that's alright with you," he teases. "How 'bout now we take this to the..."

Your eyes follow to the direction in which he bobbed his head, and you grin in response.

"A proper round this time, ay?"

He presses a kiss to your lips, and then another, and while you're giggling into each one, his hands suddenly jump up to his ears.

"Toru, babyyy, your mic is still on~"

Laughter escapes you from seeing Satoru's cringed expression, and he grumbles. "Fuck you, suguru."

As much as Satoru enjoys his not-so-little makeout sessions with you in the library, he enjoys them much more in the comfort of his own dorm, especially when there's no excuse of "we've got studying to do" or "assignments to finish."

He's fortunate enough to have a roommate who spends most of the day out and most of the night partying. Come to think of it, Satoru doesn't think he's ever seen the guy talk about or do any sort of studying. Hell, he's not even sure he's seen him around campus at all. Does he even attend the college?

Whatever. He doesn't care. All he cares about is that this means he can have his girlfriend over any time of day and for however long he wants. You'd have the whole room to yourselves.

So here you are, lying across his bed like you own it while he stares at you from his desk. You're finally starting to make progress on a particularly difficult assignment you've put off for days, and Satoru has been waiting oh-so-patiently for you to finish so he can waste no time kissing you silly.

That's the agreement you two came to: complete your assignments before any sort of intimacy. It's the reason he's across the room right now and not next to you. Otherwise, he would, without a doubt, be squeezing your soft skin and nuzzling into your shoulder while you try to stay focused.

You're staring intensely at the paper in front of you, biting lightly on the end of your pen before suddenly sitting up.

"Gah! I can't do this anymore," you sigh. “I'm all out of writing juice. Can't finish. Don't wannaaa…"

Throwing yourself back, you shoot your boyfriend a pout. Satoru continues to stare at you, tilting his head slightly and giving you a sympathetic look. He doesn't budge from where he's sitting.

You were hoping he'd come over immediately at your words and pull you into the sweetest kiss, but of course, he doesn't. You should've known better.

Satoru can be quite fidgety, especially when he's focused. If there's a pen in his hand, he's either writing away or skillfully spinning it. If he's holding something soft, he'll inevitably squeeze or knead it, and even when his hands are empty, they are yet to still; he waves them about while talking or taps his fingers restlessly on the table. He is incredibly expressive with his hands, and it's nothing short of compelling.

On another note, he seems to have a bit of an oral fixation. It's no secret that he has a sweet tooth; he treats himself to fresh baked goods nearly every day, enjoying them thoroughly while he studies. He has a massive appetite and often eats portions three times the size of an average person's, and it's all to accommodate his broad, toned frame, really.

And when he's not eating, he is just blabbering away! Between his restless hands and that pretty mouth of his, he can't seem to stay still or quiet for more than a minute, can he?

Now, what could this translate to in a relationship. Perhaps grabby hands pawing at you nonstop, or needy lips constantly pressing kisses all over your hands, arms, neck, face-

Satoru loves kissing you. It might be his favourite thing ever, next to his studies and the expansion of his already vast knowledge. During your makeout sessions in a tucked away corner of the library, he'll kiss you deeply and immersively, as if you could disappear from his grasp any moment now. He fogs up his glasses and crooks their placement in the process, always ending with you being the one to yank them off and place them safely on the table.

You don't let your face slip away from his for more than a second—not that he'd allow it anyway. His hands would be grabbing, squeezing, and kneading every soft piece of skin he could find. They're everywhere, moving from your waist to your thighs, to your face, and briefly passing by your hips before landing in your hair with his fingers twirling around the strands.

He's so cute like this. So desperate. Your little puppy.

And when it finally (or unfortunately, for him) comes time for you to pull away, he'll look at you with longing eyes and quivering lips, all wet 'n puffy. You can see it in his expression that he's begging for "just a little longer."

"Sorry, baby, it's getting dark 'n I gotta catch the bus." You cup his face, giving him a sweet smile before landing a soft peck on his cheek.

He pouts, letting his head fall into the crook of your neck, nodding and mumbling a quiet "okay." You pull him off after a good minute (which felt more like five seconds to him), much to his dismay, and start packing away your notes and stationery splayed across the table. He mirrors you, picking up his own things.

"Gosh, we really ended up not doing much studying now, did we?" You giggle. "Same place, same time tomorrow?"

He smiles at you, packing up the last of his belongings before starting to clear up the open books on the table. "Yeah, 'course. These books aren't gonna study themselves."

"It's your fault, ya know." You scrunch your nose, giving him a teasing, bright-eyed smile. "If you could just keep yourself off me for one second, then maybe we could get some real studying done."

At that, he shakes his head, his face adorned with a shy smile as he walks up to you with books in hand and his bag hanging off his shoulder. "Sorry, babe. Can't help myself. Love you too much."

He wraps an arm around your shoulder, lowering his face so you can slip his glasses back onto him.

"Lemme walk you to the stop, 'kay?"