#quinnie-k

Content: MDNI/NSFW, Classmate!Nanami, Tutor!Nanami, Nanami’s a major nerd, P!Eating, bondage (love his tie), P-in-V, spin the bottle, orgasm denial, p! spanking, fingering, dumbificafion, creamp!3, Nanami’s a groaner, the good ending

WC: 5.8k

God, you hate this class. Sure the professor was decent, but his voice was like nails on a chalkboard. It definitely didn’t help that science was not your strong suit. Class droned on for an hour like it always did, but to you it felt like years. You were sure you’d done four pages of notes by the time the lecture was over. The professor had talked to you earlier in the week, insisting that you let him set you up with a study partner, but you had said no, so sure you could make it… yeah, you needed a study buddy. As everyone packed up and left, you walked to the front of the lecture hall where your professor was stuffing his laptop into his bag. “Hi, sir, uh… is that offer for someone to study with still on the table?”

Nanami Kento. You’d seen him before briefly, but he always sat in the very back of the room, scribbling notes onto an ipad with a stylus. Though the two of you never interacted, he was fairly well known for how he exceeded in his classes. Your professor seemed overly giddy to pair the two of you together, seemingly hopeful that Nanami would be the solution to your barely-passing grades. With a grin, your professor promised to make introductions after the next lecture, since Nanami had cleared out right as the clock struck 11:30. It was just a study buddy, so no need to be extra vigilant… right?

“Nanami Kento? He’s the one with the crazy good grades, right?” Shoko looked over from where she lay on her bed, laptop in her lap. You nodded, searching his name up on every social media you could find to no avail. “Yeah, but he’s a ghost! What normal person doesn’t have any socials?” Shoko giggled, closing her laptop and shuffling over to your bed to sit next to you. “Maybe he’s a hermit. Ooh, or maybe he’s a serial killer!” You groaned, still trying to find anything about this guy on the internet. “That’s not funny! He could seriously be a freak!” Maybe you were being hypervigilant, but you could never be too careful with someone you hadn’t met before. “Hey, here’s something.” Shoko held out her phone, Gojo Satoru’s instagram pulled up to a post from a frat party. She pointed next to him at what looked to be a very annoyed Nanami, dressed like he was going to a job interview. Tie perfectly situated on a button up shirt, he couldn’t have looked more stuck up. “Jesus, that’s him at a party? What is with this guy?”

It was finally Friday, the day you’d be meeting your new study buddy. You honestly wondered if this guy even knew he was gonna be helping you, what with your professor always seeming a bit scatter-brained. You had been thinking about it like crazy, uneasy after not being able to find out anything about him. Nanami Kento was impossible to cyber-stalk. Regardless, you walked into the lecture hall and sat in your usual seat, deciding to just focus and take notes like usual. A few minutes before the lecture started, you had your notebook out and a random pencil in your hand that you were tapping against the desk. At the feeling of someone tapping your shoulder, you startled, glancing up to see just who you’d been so concerned over. “Hello, sorry to startle you. I’m Nanami Kento, I believe the professor told you I’d help you.” Holy shit, his voice is hot. “I can’t stay after class, so here’s my email. I’m looking forward to studying with you.” He glanced at your notebook, cringing almost imperceptibly at the wrinkled pages and messy notes. “You may want to invest in a tablet. They’re much easier to work with.” Before you could get a word in, he was already walking to the back of the room to sit down, your brain melting. You stared at your pencil, feeling suddenly more aware of how shitty your journal looked. Usually, you’d be pissed at someone for dogging on your notes, but… his tone of voice was something else. Damnit, he’s not supposed to be hot…

Nanami sat in a cafe on campus, idly going through class notes on his way-too-fancy tablet when you walked in. You’d been freaking out over this for hours, panicking about what to wear, how to do your hair, what to bring… not that it mattered much. When you sat down across him, he gave a curt smile and nod, setting down his tablet to focus his attention on you. “Nice to see you again. I’m glad we came here, they have great coffee.” You grinned as you pulled out your notebook, still messy as ever. You glanced at the menu above the ordering counter, scanning through their different coffees. “Yeah, I bet their coffee is great! I haven’t been here before, so I’ll have to try something.” Nanami hummed his agreement as he pulled something up on his tablet before turning it around to have you look. “I’d like you to do a practice test. I need to know where you need help with or else our study sessions won’t be of much help.” Usually, you’d think he sounded pretentious. His voice was confident, but not arrogant, like he was always sure of what he said. He slid the tablet towards you, groaning as you looked at the practice test. 50 questions, not all multiple choice. You feigned a smile, looking up at him once more before focusing on the test.

It took you half an hour, less time than Nanami expected for you to complete the test. The auto-grader had a very bold and very big number- 72. You handed the tablet back and watched as he started to scroll through your answers. He paused for a moment, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a 10 dollar bill. He handed it to you, a confused expression blooming on your face. “Go order a coffee. You said you wanted to try something, no?” You blushed a little, the gesture unexpected but nice. With a quick “thanks”, you walked up to the counter and ordered the first coffee that looked good. “Can I get a cafe mocha with half the sugar?”

That evening, you sat in your dorm with Shoko, debriefing your study session. “He was nice. He wasn’t too harsh about the practice test, he just wrote down stuff that I need to work harder at. Oh, and he bought me a coffee.” Shoko was giddy, living vicariously through you. At your recap, she sighed dramatically, slumping down on your pillows. “Ooh, paying on the first date? He sounds so charming!” You elbowed her, making her burst out laughing. Your face tinted red, glancing at your empty coffee cup from earlier. “It wasn’t a date! We were just studying.” Shoko looked at you like she was calling bullshit, her eyes rolling as she moved off your bed to sit on hers. “Don’t you have a thing for blondes?”

Two study sessions later, you and Nanami ended up back at the same cafe. As always, he was early and already had a table. His tablet was open in front of him, coffee in his hand as he sipped it. When you walked up, he pushed a second cup of coffee towards you, not looking up from his screen. “Cafe mocha, half sugar.” You paused, slowly reaching for the coffee as you sat down. Same thing you ordered last time… “Did you memorize my order?” He glanced up, quirking an eyebrow like you’d said something confusing. “It’s a simple order. Easy to remember.” You thought about it, and it was a pretty easy thing to memorize, but it still made your heart turn. Shoko had been teasing you for days, making you overthink every interaction with your study buddy like you were on trial. His blonde hair always done so neatly, shirts clearly ironed, and ties so clean that they practically shined. You’d reasoned with yourself about it. He always looked dressed up, and he probably liked looking presentable… so why did it feel like something else whenever you were around? Nanami cleared his throat, and you looked up to see him staring at you with a raised eyebrow. “Focus. I don’t want to go over meiosis again.” You nodded, grabbing your pencil and opening your notebook. He kept talking, explaining the concept yet again to try and help you understand. “Now, what are the inputs and outputs of meiosis?” You fought the urge to look for the answer in your notebook, instead swallowing hard as you conjured up the answer. “One diploid into four haploids?” He smiled, nodding as he closed his tablet. “Very good. I’ll have another practice test for you on Thursday.” You gathered your things, about to walk away when he spoke again. “The semester is nearly over. We likely won’t have any classes together next semester, but there’s a party that Gojo is hosting after finals.” Your eyes widened, a mix of surprise and nerves mixing up in your stomach. You hadn’t considered that your study sessions would be ending, and the idea wasn’t sitting right. “It’ll be a fun party. There won’t be a lot of people there, but Gojo said I can invite you. I’ll send you an email with the info, and you can let me know what you think. Okay?” Nanami Kento was inviting you to a party. Nerdy, genius, hot Nanami Kento wanted to see you outside of studying. You grinned, cheeks turning slightly red as you tried to be as chill as possible. “I’ll let you know. See you Thursday, Nanami.”

The rest of your study sessions went on without a hitch, your grades hiked up to a low A. Your professor was thrilled, seemingly overjoyed at pairing you and Nanami together. The two of you had a sort of routine now. He’d show up to the cafe first, buy you both coffees, and then set up until you arrived. Then, you’d show up, he’d get into game mode, and he’d help in any way he could. Luckily, he’d opened up more, being more casual in conversation and actually having fun. Today was your last study session before your final, and you hated to admit it, but you were pretty bummed. You’d shown up to the cafe, your coffee still hot in front of him as his tablet sat at the ready. He seemed happier than usual, his tie just slightly looser than normal. “Last study sesh. You excited to have me out of your hair?” Your smile faltered at his question, something in your heart tugging like he’d just stabbed you. You weakly tried to joke back, your voice sounding overly sad. “Oh yeah, so excited.” He blinked, only smiling more as he pushed the tablet your way. Of course he knew you weren’t excited, he’d just started enjoying hanging out with you. “Hey, I’ll still be around. Maybe we’ll have a class together next semester. Let me see your schedule?” You nodded, tearing through your backpack to find the wrinkled schedule the registrar had given you. You handed it over to him before starting the practice test he’d prepared, too focused on the questions to see him snap a picture of your schedule. He slid it back, reclining in his chair with a long swig of his coffee. 

“No way you actually invited her.” Gojo stared at Nanami, jaw slack and eyes wide like he’d just been told the most insane news ever. Nanami rolled his eyes, sipping on a beer as Gojo’s frat brothers yelled about in the other room. “Jesus, Satoru, it’s not like that. She’s a friend and I think she’d have fun. I even told her to invite her roommate.” Nanami wasn’t completely lying. It really wasn’t like that… for the most part. You’d grown on him. He even knew your habits. Being 10 minutes late to every study session and switching between being laser-focused to making horrible jokes, you had a way of doing things that spiced up his life enough to jostle around his brain. He’d noticed you long before the two of you studied together, too. The way your perfume would waft in his direction when you would pass him on the way to your seat, the way your cheeks turned red every time you smiled, he’d noticed. He even made a social media account for you. But now, after knowing you? He was pretty sure he knew every quirk you had. He shook his head a little, trying to focus on talking to Gojo. “Maybe we should get a keg for the party. Do you think that’s too much?” Nanami scoffed, shoving Satoru with a grimace. “Gross, just get bottles. Kegs are for unsophisticated high school parties.” Gojo grinned, nodding as he walked into the other room to join his frat brothers. Nanami pulled out his phone, opening his email app to a new email from you. He read it, smiling more than he should’ve.

From: Y/[email protected]

Subject: finals tmrwww

heyyy nanami, good luck on the final tomorrow! see ya at the party saturday? ;) -y/n

Finals went about as well as you expected. Straight A’s, some high, some low, but all perfect in your eyes. You’d taken your time on your biology final, making sure you did the best you could before turning it in. Your professor wished you luck on your future classes and shook your hand, sending you off. By the time you were done, Nanami was already gone, but you barely thought about it. It was Friday now, and since everything was graded, you sat in your dorm with Shoko, the two of you giggling in your pjs. “I can’t believe the semester is already over. My philosophy professor was so fun!” You laughed, your back on the floor next to where Shoko sat leaned against her desk. “You are such a nerd.” She scoffed at your insult, dramatically rolling her eyes. Her eye twinkled, her mouth pulling into a grin as she leaned in. “You excited for the party tomorrow? Maybe you can make a move on Nanami now that you won’t be studying together.” Your face flushed as you groaned, rolling over onto your stomach. You had to admit that Nanami was something else. Mysterious, brooding… unbelievably hot. “Don’t even start. I’m gonna be on my best behavior. I won’t even drink!” Shoko doubled over laughing, earning a pointed glare from you as she lost it. “You? Not drinking at a party? Yeah, right.”

Saturday came sooner than you could’ve imagined. You’d spent what was probably an insane amount of time getting ready, but you barely noticed. You were so nervous to see Nanami that everything else was background noise. Would he be wearing his tie still? Maybe he’d finally chill out and wear something comfortable… sweats maybe? You did some light makeup, erring on the side of casual. You dawned sweatpants and a way-too-tight tee that you definitely hadn’t chosen so he could see your curves. Shoko giggled from her desk, already done and waiting on you to be ready to go. “Dammit, woman, hurry up! All the beer is gonna be gone if we wait any longer.” You glared at her, swiping some lip gloss on before doing a once-over in the mirror and standing up. You grabbed your keys and slid your phone into your pocket, gesturing towards the door. “Okay, okay, let’s go.”

Nanami was stressed. Gojo had been on his ass for days about this party, trying to dress him up and style him. Gojo was decently fashionable, but definitely not Nanami’s style. Unfortunately for him though, Satoru had finally broken him mere hours before the party, so here sat Nanami in grey sweatpants and a compression shirt. He’d groaned at the sight of himself in the mirror, irritated with Gojo’s choices, but he didn’t change. He sat lazily on the couch, drinking a beer while Gojo whispered something to his friend Geto. Geez, they look cozy. Nanami sighed, glancing at where Gojo had tied his favorite tie around his wrist. “For fashion!” Gojo had said. Nanami didn’t see the point. Finally, the door opened and your roommate shrieked at seeing a friend of hers, running away from you like a traitor. He watched as you glanced around, the expression on your face reading as panicked. He drank you in, fighting to not bite his lip as the way your shirt clung to your tits. When you finally saw him, you grinned and walked over, plopping down next to him on the couch. You looked at him wide-eyed, pleasantly surprised at his clothes. “Dang, we kinda match!” He chuckled, handing you his beer and watching with a blank stare as you took a sip. He muttered something that you couldn’t hear, his hand reaching up to swipe his hair back. “You can thank Gojo for that whenever he detaches from Geto.” You giggled, leaning back against the couch. You eyed the tie on his wrist, your hand moving before you could think to trail your finger along the edge of it. “This is a nice addition. It’s more you this way.” His breath hitched, his jaw tensing at the unexpected contact. He didn’t pull away, instead watching you like the most fascinating thing in the room. “I guess so.”

“Let’s play spin the bottle! It’ll be fun, c’mon!” Shoko called out through the room, grinning at you as she waved you over dramatically. You glanced at Nanami as you stood up to walk over, his face just barely turning red. “You coming? Shoko might drag you over herself if you don’t.” He grunted as he stood up, nodding as he followed behind you to where people were already in a circle. The two of you sat across from each other, Shoko forcing you next to her. She laughed, way too drunk already, and pointed at Nanami while raising her eyebrows. “I bet you want it to land on-“ You clamped your hand over her mouth, causing her to double over cackling. Nanami smiled a bit, tilting his head at you like he had caught on to something. Your cheeks turned beet red, your throat clearing as Gojo stumbled into the circle and sat criss-cross. Gojo cleared his throat, laying down an empty beer bottle in the center of the group. “You all know the rules, I’m pretty sure. Spin the bottle and kiss the person it lands on. Don’t be shy either, it’s boring if you are.” Everyone muttered their responses, either humming approval or saying “yeah” under their breaths. Satoru nodded and looked around the circle, stopping when he spotted you. “How about you go first?” Your eyes widened, a hesitant grin on your face as you scooted forward. Shoko started giggling again, staring at Nanami like she’d already decided it would land on him. You spun the bottle, watching it carefully as it passed people and finally slowed down. When it stopped, you looked up to see who it was. Your face was red again, Shoko squealing excitedly as Nanami shrugged with a smirk. He leaned in, lifting his hand to tilt up your chin. He paused before reaching your face, whispering low enough that only you could hear. “Been waiting for this…” You sighed and closed the distance, pressing your lips to his hard. His finger under your chin slid to your neck, his palm meeting the column of your throat and squeezing gently. His tongue swiped out against your bottom lip, swiping your mouth open a bit to wipe his tongue against yours. You got lost in the kiss, almost forgetting where you were until Geto cleared his throat pointedly. “Get a room.” Giggles rang out as Nanami slowly pulled back, his eyes darker than before as he sat back in the circle, still staring at your red face. Geto kept talking as he reached for the bottle, trying to clear the tension. “My turn. I’m looking at you Gojo.”

The group played for a while, the blush on your face never wavering as Nanami kept his eyes on you like a vice. After the fourth time Geto cheated the game to kiss Gojo, everyone scattered and left you and Nanami sitting across from each other. He scooted in towards you, sitting face to face as you looked up at him nervously. He seemed way more confident than he already had been, his voice an octave lower than normal. “You alright?” His hand reached up to run through your hair, a mix of the alcohol and your already existing crush making you swoon. You leaned into his hand, letting him hold up your head. “Mhm…” He leaned forward, his breath ghosting against your lips. You peeked around nervously, making sure Shoko wasn’t watching you somewhere like a creep before directing your attention back to him. He didn’t say a word, just slammed his lips onto yours and tightened his hand in your hair. You whimpered, hands trembling as you reached out to grip his tight fitted shirt. He pulled you into his lap, his free hand curling around you to gently press against your lower back. He kissed you harder than before, the connection a mess of teeth and tongue that you didn’t expect from him. He used his fist in your hair to bare your neck to him, his mouth moving to the side of your neck to slowly lick up to your ear, his voice like a song. “You’re trembling…” You groaned, trying to push his head back against your neck, but he held himself still, chuckling at what he’d reduced you to. He paused as voices got louder, a disappointed sigh escaping from him as he pulled back and hugged you against him, a far more innocent sight than what was happening before. “Yo Nanami, everyone’s leaving! You gonna head out?” Gojo rounded the corner, grinning ear to ear at the sight of you curled up in Nanami’s lap. He wiggled his eyebrows at Nanami, earning a major eye roll before he turned on his heels and started walking away. “Need you out in 10!” Nanami lifted your head up slightly, the look on your face needy and utterly pathetic. “My place is right next door. C’mon, I’ll walk you over, yeah?”

His house was crazy nice, decorated in a way that made everything feel cozy and warm. From the orange lighting from various lamps, plants scattered around on little tables, and the most plush couch you’d ever seen, it was like heaven. He locked the door behind you two, his hand on your back to guide you inside. “I don’t usually let people come over. Sorry if it’s a mess.” You raised an eyebrow curiously, looking around for any sign of a mess. There was none. The floors looked polished, the windows so clean they were practically invisible, and no trash in sight. “Nanami, it’s scary clean in here.” He paused, eyes scouting around until he pointed at his dishwasher. “Dirty dishes.” You rolled your eyes, walking further in until you could sit on the couch. You sunk in a bit, humming happily at how comfy it was. “Wanna quiz me on bio facts? I got an A on the final.” He sat down next to you, sitting sideways with his chin in his hand to keep you in his sights. He smiled and laughed, the sound making you realize just how close he was to you. “You’re smarter than you give yourself credit for. You could’ve gotten an A without me…” He stopped for a moment to look at your eyes, his throat working with a hard swallow. “… of course I’m glad you got paired with me. You studied me and I… studied you.” He kissed your forehead in between his words, making you giggle. You leaned your head against his shoulder, getting nervous and blushing again. He tutted and pushed your head off, holding you still so he could eye the way your eyes glazed over when you got flustered. “So cute… can’t even say anything, huh?” You whined, having to work extra hard to be able to get words out. “I-I can speak just fine.” He pressed his thumb to your bottom lip, his hands pushing you back to lie down on the couch as he crawled over you, his knee slowly moving up in between your legs. “Y-Y-You can? Doesn’t seem like it, pretty…” He mocked you, grinning like he’d already won. You whimpered, but you didn’t try to speak again, just watching and listening as he eased his knee up your sweats, starting to gently press against your clothed pussy. “You know what I learned in all our time studying?” He pressed a little harder, grazing your clit and making you whimper. “You tense up when you’re flustered.” He dropped his hands to your knees, easing them apart with a harsh press of his knee to your heat. You moaned softly, fisting at the couch. You forcefully relaxed your body, trying to silently argue against his point, but as soon as he moved again, your body tightened. “Tsk. I’ll make it better.”

He had moved fast, methodically. He moved off the couch, kneeling on the floor as he pulled you to sit on the edge of the cushion. He kissed your inner thigh over your sweats, sliding his hands up your calves. “Lift your hips, pretty.” You obliged with a whine, lifting up enough that he could peel down your sweats, slowly tugging them down until he could slip them off your ankles and set them aside. Once they were gone, he held your legs apart, eyeing your lace panties. He dragged a knuckled over them, feeling the wet spot where you had soaked yourself through. “Fuck… wear these for me?” You let out a breathy sound, eyes fluttered closed as your head fell back against the couch. He lifted your thighs, putting them over his shoulders as he leaned in and pressed an open mouthed kiss to your panties. The slight sensation made you jolt, his grip on you tightening to hold you still. With a chuckle, he pushed aside the fabric, groaning at the sight of your pussy soaked in arousal. He slid his tongue through your sticky folds, flicking it over your clit. “What a needy thing…” You moaned, reaching to grip his hair when he shifted and grabbed your wrist. You looked down in surprise, watching as his face lit up. He sat back, untying his tie from his wrist and holding it up. He knelt up all the way, taking hold of your wrists to move them behind your back. Before you could protest, he was tying your wrists together with his tie, keeping them stuck behind your back. You whined, trying to clutch at whatever your tied up hands could reach. “Nami…” His hand came down on your pussy with a harsh smack, the sudden movement making your hips buck and a gasp tear through your throat. His voice was low enough to make you drip, tickling your clit with his breath. “Shh, I’ll make it all better…” He pressed a kiss to your clit, pursing his lips to suck on it hard. His tongue darted out to lick slow stripes up your slit before settling at your entrance which was clenching around nothing. He pressed the tip of his tongue against your hole, gently pushing it inside as his nose brushed your clit in sync. You thrashed against him, trying to push your pussy further into his face for more contact. His cock was aching in his pants, twitching and leaking pre at every pretty sound you made. One of his hands reached down to grip it over his sweats, pumping it just enough to make him utter out a curse before pulling his hand away from it. He kept going at you, his ministrations faster and faster as he eased you toward orgasm. “So sensitive…” He groaned from your cunt, again suckling on your clit to make you moan louder. His hand rubbed up your inner thigh until it met your heat, two of his thick fingers shoving into you and right into your gummy spot. You cried out, back arching as his fingers and mouth worked on you, rapidly throwing you over the edge. Your mouth fell open, a pathetic moan falling on his ears as your pussy gripped his fingers tighter, whitish spurt flooding his face and tongue. “Nami… f-fuck, I’m cumm- I’m cumming…” He licked up every drop, slowly pumping his fingers to ease you through your orgasm. The way you bucked had his cock stirring insistently, pre-cum making a wet spot on his boxers. He slowed his movements, licking and fingering until you stopped thrashing and started panting. He withdrew his fingers, making you wince at the empty feeling as he stood up. He gently picked you up, carrying you to his bedroom and placing you in the center of his bed. “Lay back.”

Nanami peeled off your drenched panties, tossing them somewhere in his room as he lifted his shirt off. You stared at his chest, all muscles and sweat, and moaned, your clit still throbbing from your orgasm. He smirked as he looked down at his sweats, his cock a heavy bulge. He pushed his sweats down his thighs, taking his boxers with them to let his cock spring free. His thick shaft smacked against his stomach, smearing pre on the skin there as he grabbed your hips and started pulling you down towards him. You bit your lip at the sheer sight of him, now fully naked and kneeling in front of you like a statue. His cock was huge, probably 8, 9… maybe 10 inches. He guided it through your folds, now drenched and sensitive from one orgasm, before rubbing it against your clit. He teased you for a long moment, relishing in the vision that was you. Hands bound behind your back, legs spread, thighs messy with slick and pussy even messier… his cock pulsed out a spurt of pre, the fluid mixing with your slick as he slid his mushroom tip to your hole, starting to push lazily. “So tight… warming you up didn’t do much, huh?” You panted heavier, back arching as your bound hands tried again to grab onto something. His cock stretched you so good, pausing every inch or so to let you adjust. You relaxed your pussy as much as you could, making it just a bit easier for him to thrust him. When he felt you ease up, he shoved in a few more inches, watching as your pussy swallowed them whole. “Fuck… good girl, almost all the way in…” He eased in the last inch, groaning as he bottomed out. He marveled at you, feeling the way your pussy pulsated around his cock as you sucked him in. With a shaky moan, Nanami pulled back, letting his cock slide out until his throbbing tip threatened to escape. He slammed back in, the force of the thrust knocking the air out of your lungs. Tears stung your eyes, his hands gripping your hips hard enough that you knew you’d have bruises tomorrow. His resolution cracked as he thrust again and again, feeling the end of his cock kiss your cervix every time. “Shit, baby…” You were broken into a babbled mess, pussy clenching and releasing around him as another orgasm approached, nearly hitting you when he caught on and stopped moving. You whined, trying to grind up to no avail. He looked at you with a stern expression, another idea lighting up on his face.

He held back, his tone rough as he pinned you still. “Phospholipids. What are they?” You stared up at him, groaning as you kept attempting to move. “W-What? Nanami, please…” He shook his head, pulling an inch of his cock out of your pussy. “Uh-uh, you asked me to quiz you, remember? What. Are. Phospholipids?” You rolled your eyes, swallowing to try and conjure up the answer. “They m-make up the… cell membrane?” He nodded, easing back in the inch he had pulled out. “Good… what are they made of?” You groaned louder, arching your back as you looked at him like he was nuts. “God, Nami, please!” He sighed with more drama than necessary, easing out two inches of his length this time. “Try again.” You whimpered, starting to feel empty as he pulled out. You thought back to a particular study session, one where it took you half an hour to remember what stupid phospholipids were made of. “Two fatty acid tails… phosphate group, and…” He leaned in expectedly, watching as you whimpered out the last of your answer. “Glycerol backbone?” You barely finished your sentence before he slammed in balls deep, making you cry out as he picked up the pace and fucked into you. His tip scraped your cervix harder, his cock brushing your sweet spot with every move. He slid a hand down to where your bodies met, two of his fingers pressing against your clit and rubbing. Your eyes brimmed with tears, your pussy clenching as he brought you back to the edge, not stopping this time. “Oh, Nami… I’m gonna…” He shushed you gently, his voice a stark contrast to the way he ruined your cunt. “I know, baby… go ahead…” You shattered with a cry, your pussy tightening impossibly and sucking him in to the brim as you dripped down his balls and thighs. The feeling was enough for Nanami to join you, his cock slamming in once more as he erupted, stuffing your pussy with thick ropes of his cum. His hips stuttered, keeping his tip pressed all the way deep as he spilled into you, his once confident talk now a breathy moan. “F-Fuck… good girl…” He collapsed on top of you, staying buried inside of you to hold his cum in. His forehead pressed against yours, hips lips meeting yours in a soft kiss. You giggled, brushing his sweat dampened hair out of his face. “You’re such a nerd.”

The two of you spent the whole break together, much to the delight of Shoko. It had gone by fast, feeling like a blink of time until it was the day before classes started up again. You and Nanami sat at the cafe at your usual table, but this time as a couple rather than study buddies. You poked his forearm, begging yet again to see his class schedule. “Come on! I showed you my schedule ages ago!” He had held off, wanting to play it cool when in reality, he’d taken the photo of your schedule (that you didn’t know he’d taken), and registered for biology 2. He didn’t need it or necessarily want it, but a chance to tutor you again? He couldn’t resist. He finally handed over his schedule with a sigh, watching as you looked at the paper and grinned. “Oh, we have bio together again! Crazy coincidence!” Yeah… coincidence.