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A short series of Nerdbf!Gojo x Femgf!reader
Frustrated by the myth that nerds are usually a big freak in the bed, you discovered that your boyfriend, Satoru Gojo, was completely oblivious and fully inexperienced in sexual intimacy.
Desperate to satisfy your own desires, you decided to guide him.
But each lesson is a little... awkward and... clumsy.
Lesson Two: Do Not Misinterpret The Menu.
// cw: awkward and clumsy sexual intimacy, f!receive oral sex, dry humping, praise kink, light/dom sub
a/n: author apologised if this is bad because she wrote this when she never even hold hands before.
Okay, maybe taking that step toward sexual intimacy with your boyfriend wasn't really a good idea.
Because ever since the library incident happened, he did not stop asking for more.
You had half-expected him to go back to his textbooks and live his academic life as usual.
Instead, he transformed into an absolute menace of quiet desperation.
He didn't say it, no, but he showed it.
Every time the two of you hung out in his apartment, his actions became bold and ridiculously transparent.
He'd wrap his long arms around your waist while you were standing at the kitchenette, resting his chin on your shoulder with a dumb excuse of "I feel cold, share your body heat with me please?"
Or when he'd snatch your pen away from your hand during your study session with him, holding it out of reach and grinning like a fool everytime you tried lounging for it, hoping you would straddle his lap again.
It was weird because he had never tried to bother you everytime the two of you were doing revision together, because he, a big academic achiever, of course wasn't the type to play around when it came to studying.
Moreover, these changed habits of his had made a quiet, nagging anxiety to take root in the back of your mind.
You had always heard the old adage that "once you taste sex, you'd never get enough of it." And you knew firsthand how addictive sex could be.
But Satoru wasn't just a man who waste his life doing teenagers things.
His universe was fully built on flawless GPA scores, academic hardship and the most loving endearing persona of keeping you happy.
So you started thinking what would happen to his genius brain once he stepped deeper into the world of sex?
Especially one where it involve penetration.
Would he became a literal sex addict?
What if he couldn't focus on studying? What if he couldn't go back to being the same person he was right now? What if his life is ruined because all he could think about is shoving his cock into every hole available from you?
What if he only value you or your body now instead of who you were?
All kinds of what-ifs had been carving holes through your focus the whole evening.
"You listening?" Satoru pulled you back into reality.
The day had fell into a starry night. Both of you were sitting next to each other at his cluttered study desk, textbooks scattering around the glowing laptop screen in the center. The air was covered with comforting scent of old paper and subtle trace of a flower air fresherner.
And your lover was just in the middle of breaking down a specific brutal concept that had been frying your brain for the last twenty minutes.
"Oh– uh yeah," you lied, adjusting your posture in your seat and staring down at the book page like it held the most biggest secret in the world. "I understand everything now, thank you, Toru."
"Okay, then define the Gibbs-Duhem equation for a multi-component system at constant temperature and pressure."
"Uhm... It states that the total number of moles in a beaker must equal the total pressure multiplied by the chemical volu—"
"Tettt, wrong." He sighed, putting his pen down with a soft click. He tilted his head, his blue eyes scanning your concerned expression through his glasses.
"Did you even hear your own answer, baby? You'd also been staring at the same paragraph the whole time I was explaining..."
You said nothing in response, only pursed your lips and offered a tight, guilty blink. Your mind was still trapped in a room of worse-case scenarios where your boyfriend bombed out of university from being a pussy addict.
He shifted in his seat, turning to face you directly, his knees nudging your leg. "What's wrong, love? Is something bothering your mind?" he inquired, extending his warm hand to to carress your bare thigh in reassurance.
You looked down at his hand, tracing the veins across his knuckles before lifting your eyes back at him.
"I'm just thinking, Toru," you murmured, leaning back in your chair and exhaling an overwhelming sigh.
Satoru twitched, the soothing motion of his finger froze on your skin as a light shades of pink painted his cheekbones.
"M-me? Did I– did I do something wrong?" He gulped, his eyes widening and his mind already wandering back to every interaction since the day he was born to find his fault.
Your lips sealed quiet, only staring at him with a small smile that automatically served to confirm his suspicion.
"I'm sorry– I'm so sorry please tell me what I did. I'll fix it, I'll do– I'll do anything for you, you know I will. I'll give you my wallet, I'll give you flowers and– and sushi– oh god yes, you love sushi right? I'll buy out every stores of sushi for you if it means you'll forgive me. Please baby I'm–"
"Satoru." A breathless laugh slipped past your lips, cutting off his manic descent.
His whole existence was stiff, staring at you with a clueless expression. He wanted to laugh along, but your terrifying wrath stopped him.
So he just sat there until you caught your breath, shifting to face him and leaned close.
"Gosh, Toru. You ever stop being cute?" You smiled, placing your hand on his and drew circles with your thumb. "It's not what you did wrong. You didn't do anything wrong, I promise."
"Then what is it?" he pleaded in a slow, soft tone paired with those adorably cute, puppy blue eyes. "Please baby, tell me what's wrong. You know I don't like when you keep things to yourself..."
You bit your lip, somehow feeling shy at the weight of his gaze. "Nothing, I just think that you've become a chronic tease ever since we did the thing... at the library few days ago."
Satoru went speechless for a second, his blood rushing to flood his cheeks as he got dragged back to the memory of his first ever sexual closure.
"I– what? I'm not! That's a complete false statement."
"Oh really?" You raised a brow before sitting up a little straighter. "So it was all just a coincidence huh that you kept trying to get me to sit on your lap in hoping I would grind on you again?"
"Isn't that right, hmm Toru?" You tilted your head to the side, your hand creeping further up his thigh in a slow track. "You really think I didn't notice what you've been trying to do these past few days?"
His throat bobbed visibly when he swallowed hard, veering his gaze to his lap to avoid your eyes out of embarrassment. He was about to defend himself, but you beat him to it.
"I mean, I find it kinda cute that you tried," you chuckled. "Especially when you said that you needed my body because you were 'cold' when it's clearly summer right now."
Okay, he had no defense left.
He had no choice but to swallow the humble pie as he was cornered by his own visible desperation.
After a while, Satoru let out a ragged, defeated breath before finally confessing.
"I... I can't help it..." he began, scratching a nonexistent itch behind his head with a defensive whine.
"Every time I look at you, all I can think about is how good you felt and... the way you were– uhm– were looking at me when we were doing the uhm– thing."
You grinned, enjoying the way he was shy and stuttering. You bent down a little to find his face that was flushed with red.
"Look at you, finally admitting it," you laughed softly, though the knot of hesitation still tightened in your chest.
You pulled your hand away and swiped over your face, sighing. Satoru instantly fell panic, anxiety flaming in his crystal blue eyes like he had done a dangerous sin to you.
"Wait– Did I cross the line? Was it too much? I'm– I'm sorry, I'll stop doing that, I swear I'll– I'll control myse–"
"No, Toru. It's not that, okay?" you interrupted, offering an empathetic sigh as you stared at your genius, Albert Einstein brain boyfriend who was yearning for your affection.
"Satoru, I'm actually worried about you."
He blinked, mind baffled at your words.
"Me? Worried about what? Why, what's wrong? Is someone gonna come and break into my apartment to steal my rare Digimon collections? Baby please don't scare me right now I–"
"No, Satoru! Jesus..." You hid your face into the palm of your hands before dropping them to your lap, taking a deep breath.
"Listen, we've only ever done... well uhm grinding against each other, and you're already this obsessed. You've also been constantly finding a way to touch me, you know?"
You paused, meeting his gaze with a serious expression.
"I'm just... I'm worried on what's gonna happen to you and your life next once you find out what it feels like to have real sex."
Satoru's mouth parted slightly, his brilliant brain trying its best to process the weight of your words, calculating what harm would a full-scale of the sexual addiction do to his daily life.
The room dropped dead silence, except the sound of the ceiling fan accompanying the two of you.
Then, a knowing shades of red flushed across his features, not from embarrassment, but from a horrifying wave of clean forethought.
"Oh..." he breathed out, his voice ragged in the whisper.
"Yeah, 'oh.' " You rolled your eyes. "I don't wanna ruin your life, Toru. I don't wanna be the reason you become a failure just because you turned into a pussy addict."
Satoru's fingers twitched against his knees. He bit his lower lip hard before delivering a sentence that utterly blew away all of your rational predictions you had for his future.
You stared at him in pure shock.
"If loving you ruins my life," he murmured, taking your hands and tangling his fingers with yours. "Then I'll keep ruining it by loving you harder. I'd rather be a failure from loving you than becoming a successful person not knowing what it feels like to taste you."
You swallowed a breath, a raw heat of desperation flowing down your core in an instant from his way with words.
"Are you– are you hearing yourself right now, Toru? Or did I hear it wrong?"
"You're really... insufferable," you whispered, before grabbing his face and collide your lips with his.
He kissed you back like he was starving— hot, aggresive and slightly clumsy in his eagerness, swaying his tongue with yours and teeth clinking, fishing out every moans that had been trapped in your lungs. He was applying every step from the kissing tips you had taught him, releasing all his secret obsession into your soff mouth.
He pulled away slightly, panting heavily. His eyes sparkled with a desperate challenge. "Show me, please baby... Ruin me all you want. My life is yours to use..."
God, how was it legal for someone who was fully inexperienced to be this hot?
Lips once again crashing in violence, you stood up smoothly, not breaking the kiss apart, and walked backwards until you sat on the bed. Satoru followed you down, kneeling on the floor in between your legs like a loyal worshipper.
You broke the kiss, an erotic, long string of saliva stretching in between your lips. "You wanna hump me that bad, Toru?" you panted as you took off his glasses and set them blindly onto the nightstand.
He nodded frantically, his chin slicked with saliva from the sloppy kissing. "Yes– yes please baby, I've been wanting it for long, please..." His cracked whine almost sounded like he was about to cry, sending another flood of heat to your wet core.
"Yeah? Is this really who you are now? a complete humping addict," you chuckled, propping both of your hands on the mattress behind you, cocking your head down at him. "Don't you think it's a little pathetic mmm?"
"I– I don't care, I'm only pathetic for you baby, just for you... please I'm– I'm begging..." Satoru reached forward to kiss you again, but you stopped him by grabbing the collar of his shirt with one hand, your face close by inches with him.
"Ah ah," you smirked, glaring down at his chest. "Take this off," you ordered, voice dropping into a dark, demanding tone.
He didn't hesitate. He grabbed the hem of his cotton and yanked it over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it aside.
You licked your lips at the sight of his body— chiseled abs, sculpted pecs, lean muscles. Gosh, he was seducing you without trying and he didn't even know it.
"My shorts, take them off too."
He did it without questions. You lifted your hips, just enough for him to grab the waistband and slid them down your legs, exposing your bare pussy.
"Good boy. Now," you said, your legs wrapping around his waist and pressed him hard until his half down is pinned to the mattress. "Since you're that desperate, I'll make you hump your own bed instead while you eat me out."
The colour from Satoru's face drained the second he heard your last sentence. "I– What?"
"What do you mean by– by eating you out? Are you telling me to become a– a cannibal...?"
Of course, someone who was new to the game wouldn't understand the slang and you kept forgetting who you were dealing with.
Yet, you just stared at him, processing the absurdity of his question before a low laugh broke from your throat.
"No, silly." You leaned forward and booped his nose. "It means I want you to use your mouth... down there. On me."
It took a few seconds for him to register the definition into his genius brain, and when it did, his face immediately flushed red, mouth hanging open slightly at the thought.
You tangled your hands in his dusty white hair as you angled his face close to your dripping folds, his breath hot against your sensitive skin.
"Now, imagine yourself eating a mango, yeah?"
Satoru bit his lip and nodded, looking up at you with those submissive eyes.
"But you don't use your teeth, only your tongue and mouth, understood?"
"Good, now go on. Try giving it a lick first."
He stared down between your legs, his knuckles white as he was gripping your thighs, looking like he was about to take a final exam that he hadn't studied for.
He took a deep breath, leaned down and tentatively pressed his tongue in between your wet folds, giving you one, long smooth lick.
A quiet moan escaped your lungs when his lips sucked lightly at your bundle of nerves, your body jerked at the sensation.
In an instant, Satoru's body went rigid. He didn't pull away, he was smacking his lips lightly, tasting your natural lube. His eyes slightly widened, darting upward to meet yours in a sheer panic.
"What's wrong?" you asked as you tried not to laugh at his expression.
He swallowed hard. "It... It tastes metallic. Like uhm– a battery...?" He blinked, his white eyelashes fluttering and his lips glistening. "Is it– is it supposed to taste like that?"
You couldn't bear to hold your laugh any longer and let out a loud snort, burying your face in your hands, laughing quietly.
"Yes, Toru. It's normal. It's an organ, what did you think it would taste like? A strawberry?"
"I– No, I didn't know!" he protested, his cheeks burning bright red. He shifted uncomfortably, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I mean... I did think maybe it would taste sweet as you."
Your whole existence melted completely, the laughter slowly dying in your throat at how incredibly sweet he could be even during times like this.
"Oh, you goofy nerd" you softened, tracing his lips with your thumb. "That's so sweet of you, Toru. But you're eating a literal organ here, so it doesn't come with candy flavouring package, okay?"
He didn't say anything, only looking at you through his lashes like he was finding more reassurance and bobbing his head.
"Good." You pressed a kiss on his forehead. "Now c'mon. You did great earlier so continue doing it like that."
Laying down on the mattress, you folded your legs up on the bed, giving him easier access, and closed your eyes, preparing yourself.
Without a warning, your eyes shot wide open the second he unleashed his hunger to your cunt.
Satoru was absolutely giving his all. He made out with your petal-lips exactly like he was eating a mango. His lips sealed over your folds and his tongue flicked against your clit in a chaotic rhythm.
Though, judging by the messy angles, you were sure he still hadn't known where the clitoris was located.
"Fuck! Toru– Ahh... God– You're doing so great oh my god."
Sounds of moans and wet smacking noises that came from his spit and your ooze echoed the dimmed room. Textbooks and assignments were completely neglected as the two of you were drowning into the garden of euphoria.
You gripped hard on his snowy hair, your back arching off in a needy attempt to grind against his face. Though out of instinct, he pinned your hips down the mattress, refusing to let you move.
Okay, you definitely did not expect him to pick up the dominant control this fast. But, fuck did it turn you on even more.
You locked your legs around his waist once again, forcing his hard cock that was straining in his sweats to grind the bed, causing him to groan against your pussy.
Satoru was as good as a wild animal now, humping his own bed with a violent pace like a dog in heat, his precum soaking the sheets slowly through his sweatpants.
"Look at you, humping your own bed like a bitch in heat," you moaned softly, hand tightening in his hair as you guide his head to dive deeper into you. "How long have you been wanting this hmm?"
"So– so long– ahh..." he whimpered, his hips rolling in a desperate, frantic motion.
Satoru glued his mouth to your folds, the tip of his pink tongue licking stripes from the bottom of your slit to your clit while he keep humping his strained aching cock, becoming a whimpering mess. Your grip on his hair was like an iron as you pulled him to dive his fat muscle deeper into your labia.
You could feel yourself reaching to your peak when a knot felt tight in your abdomen.
Until his enthusiasm overdrive his skills.
His tongue was moving too fast, using short, chaotic movements that was like a puppy licking a bowl rather than a deliberate pleasure, then slowly missing your whole pussy when he had his focus on your inner thigh instead.
There was no pace, except a frenzy energy that made it possible for you to build up again.
"Satoru," you called, sharp and flat tone.
He didn't answer, too fixated with his lost skills and dry humping his own bed.
You yanked his hair back, pulling his face away from between your legs, causing him to stop grinding.
Pussy drunk, to be exact.
His face was a mess of your fluid and his own saliva dripping down his chin, his eyes half lidded and glassy, his white eyelashes fluttering against his flushed face, gasping for oxygen.
"Toru, you're like a wild animal right now. You need to calm down," you scolded with a gentle tone. "Do you even know what you're doing right now?"
"Mmhmsowfy I juft can't..."
He was mumbling something you couldn't understand clearly.
Your face was mix with worry and shock. You never knew someone could be this high just from eating a literal flesh, but damn was it interesting.
"I'm– I'm sorry." He licked his lips, collecting the mess with his tongue. "You just taste so good I can't– I can't help it..."
You giggled at his hysterical self.
"I like that you're excited, baby. But you're not pleasuring me if you keep rushing things out," you expressed, brushing his sticky hair back with your fingers.
"Keep your mouth on here." You reached your index finger down to your swollen folds. "And here." You stretched your puffy lips a little, tracing a circle around your clit, showing him.
"Do you know what this is, Toru?" you asked, seeing his eyes following the movement of your finger.
Satoru was quiet for a while, his mind flashing back to the anatomy book that he had memorised every single pages and details for his studies.
"The uhm– the clitoris?" he guessed, his hands squeezing your thighs gently.
"Yes, the clitoris. It's where I get my pleasure," you elaborated. "So, you gotta focus on sucking and tongue there. But, it's more pleasurable when you focus your mouth to cover both spots at once."
"Do you understand, Satoru?"
He swallowed a lump of spit before nodded his head in understanding.
"Great," you sighed, offering a sweet kiss to his lips, then laying back onto the sheets. "Now, let's start over."
"Just... keep your mouth focus on the spots I showed you, okay?" You looked down and saw him nod.
Satoru took a deep breath, steadying his conscious mind before burying his face back to your drenched cunt again.
His rhythm was slow this time, tongue tracing long strokes and creating suction with his mouth to your nerve-filled bundle like he was sucking a lollipop that made your toes curl in pleasure. His hips began grinding to his mattress once again, pace syncing with his mouth working on your flower-lips.
"Ahh... Nghm that's it, right there just like that... You're doing amazing, baby." Your thighs shivered from the sensation, hands gripping his hair with soft hold as you motion his head deeper to your pussy. "Don't stop, Toru."
Encouraged by your compliment, Satoru dared to change the pace. He required new rhythm by circling his tongue on your clit and dug his tongue deeper into your velvet hole, even quickened the speed, causing you to arch your back and matching the speed with his grinding. His eyes closed, drowning himself into your juices.
"Fuck, Toru– Mmhm!" You clamped his head with your plushed thighs, locking him flushed to your core. His muffled whimpers were choking against your pussy as he was about to approach his orgasm.
"Does my good boy wanna cum, hmm?" You looked down your body and caught staring at you with his begging eyes, nodding blindly against your wet cunt.
"Please please– ahh!" He bucked his hips with an aggresive speed onto the bed. "I wanna cum, please..."
"Not yet, not until you make me cum first, yeah?" You pushed his face down with your hand grasping hard on his skull, forcing him to stay pinned on your pussy as you chase your orgasm.
Satoru being the good little boy he was, he obeyed immediately. Your needy, dripping core was now getting abused by his fat tongue in a violent speed. Some liquid splashing out while he slurped and licked your soaking petal-lips, creating pornographic noises to echoed the room.
His grip on your soft thighs were hard, it could leave bruises as he fought back the urge to not release his seed.
"Ahh fuck– fuck, yes! I'm– I'm so close, don't stop," you whimpered, feeling the same coil building inside you again, ready to be snap open. "I'm gonna cum– fuck!"
After a few final strokes from his fat muscle, you came all over his face. Your eyes spun to the back of your brain, a long, straining moan pulling out from your chest as your thighs seized like an earthquake that vibrated his head.
"You did such a great job for me baby," you panted, chest heaving from pure exhaustion as you locked eyes with him. "You can cum now, Toru. Cum for me like a good little boy you are, yeah?"
Satoru kept his mouth sealed on your flesh while his hips were wilding. The praises he received from you completely ruined as his choked, messy whimpers muffling bouncing off the walls.
"Nghh– Ahh– Ahh ImgonnacumImgonnacum–"
With one last aggresive bucked of his hips, he came. Thick, creamy seed of his release soaked his sweatpants and into the sheets, blooming into a dark, wet stain.
The silence swallowed the room for a few moment, atmosphere was replaced by thick and musky scent of sex, along with the sounds of gasping from the two of you.
"C'mere," you purred, grabbing his hands, hauling him up onto the bed, and holding his sweaty, hot body close to yours under the blanket.
"You alright, baby?" you inquired, swiping his sticky white hair away from his face to get a good look at your messy lover.
He only gave you a breathless nod in respond, his ability to talk completely dissappeared as he was still catching his breath from the intense moment earlier.
You smiled, stroking his face with your thumb softly before kissing him on the lips.
"C'mon, let's sleep. It's already so late." You buried yourself into his neck, one hand playing with his hair softly and one leg wrapping around his waist.
"But... We haven't finished–"
"Studying can wait, Satoru," you interrupted. "How can you still think about studying after your brain just got fucked out. Not to mention you were completely drunk eating my pussy."
Satoru's cheeks went red in an instant. "I– I wasn't– I mean– I–"
"Shut up, Toru. Go to sleep please, I'm tired."
"I'm sorry... Do you want water? Maybe some food? Or– or sushi, I can order if you wa–"
"Okay, goodnight love." He planted a tender kiss on your head one last time before drifting off to sleep.
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