CHAPTER 10 ⇢ PREV(9) ⋆ NEXT(11).
# NSFW TWT ! NERDJO AU ⋆ popular fem!reader ⋆ SMUT ⋆ study date w gojo ⋆ handjob… ⋆ blue balling ⋆ some fluff ⋆ mdni 18+
The week leading up to finals was a special kind of hell, and you were currently living in the epicenter of it. Your calculus final was in three days, and if you failed it, your GPA would take a hit so catastrophic that your scholarship (the one you’re holding onto by a thread) would probably evaporate into thin air. Normally, you would have just bullied Satoru into doing the entire exam for you somehow, but even you knew that wasn’t how things worked. So instead, you found yourself in his dorm room on a Friday night, textbooks spread across his desk, trying to absorb three months of material in one sitting because you’re just that much of a procrastinator.
“You’re not even looking at the problem,” Satoru said, his voice tinged with amusement. He was sitting next to you at his desk, one arm draped over the back of your chair, his body angled toward you in a way that made it very difficult to concentrate on anything other than the warmth radiating off him and the way his thigh pressed against yours. “You’ve been staring at the same equation for the past five minutes.”
“I’m processing,” you said, even though you weren’t processing anything. You were very pointedly not looking at the equation. You were very pointedly looking at the way his white t-shirt stretched across his broad chest, the way his pants hung low on his hips, the way his messy white hair fell into his eyes.
“Processing,” he repeated, smirking. “That’s what we’re calling it now? Cute.”
“I am helping you. You’re the one who’s not paying attention.”
“Really? Then what’s the derivative of x squared?”
“Two x,” you said automatically.
“Okay, good. What’s the integral of two x?”
“Great. Now apply that to this problem.” He tapped the equation on the page, and you forced yourself to look at it. Your brain immediately glazed over.
“I can’t do this,” you announced, pushing back from the desk. “I’m done. I’m going to fail. I’m going to have to drop out and become a stripper.”
“That seems like an extreme reaction.”
“You’re a dramatic person.” He laughed, reaching out to tug you back toward the desk, his fingers lingering on your waist. “Come on. One more hour. Then we can take a break.”
“You said that an hour ago.”
“Because an hour ago we were making actual progress. Now you’re just staring at me like you want to eat me alive.”
“I’m not staring at you.”
“You were definitely staring at me. For like, three minutes straight.”
“About how badly I want to push you off that chair.”
“You’re such a liar.” He was grinning now, that infuriating, endearing shit eating grin that made your stomach flip and your pussy throb. “You’re not thinking about pushing me. You’re thinking about something way naughtier.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You do. You definitely do.” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to that low, teasing register. “You’re thinking about what happened outside your dorm yesterday.”
Heat flooded your cheeks and your core. “I don’t remember that.”
“I’m not lying. I blacked out.”
“You definitely didn’t black out. You were very present. Your hands were in my hair. You made those cute little sounds—those breathy moans when my thigh pressed right against your—”
“I didn’t make any sounds,” you cut him off quick.
“You definitely made sounds. It was adorable. And hot.”
“You keep saying that, but here you are in my room at night instead of studying in your own,” he laughed again, and the sound sent a fresh rush of wetness to your already aching cunt.
“Okay,” he said, pulling back and gesturing at the textbook. “Focus, princess. Two more practice problems, and then we’re done.”
You groaned but turned back to the desk. The problem stared up at you, a jumble of numbers and symbols that made absolutely no sense. Every time you tried to focus, your eyes drifted back to him—to the sharp line of his jaw, to his long fingers tapping the desk, to the obvious bulge in his grey sweats.
“Stop looking at me,” he said, not looking up from the textbook.
“I’m not looking at you.”
“You’re definitely looking at me. I can feel it.”
“Your gaze is very intense. It’s making me feel some not so very PG things.”
Your breath hitched. “What kind of things?”
“Distracted things.” He looked up, eyes dark. “We’re never going to get through this if you keep looking at me like that.”
“Like you want me to fuck you.”
You almost choked on air, scoffing. “I don’t want that.”
“I’m not lying. I’m trying to study.”
“You’re literally staring at my mouth right now.”
You jerked your gaze away. “No I’m not.”
“Yes you are. You’re blushing.”
“I’m not blushing. It’s warm in here.”
“Or is it just me?” He was grinning again, and you wanted to wipe that grin off his face with your tongue.
You slammed the textbook shut. “Okay,” you announced. “I can’t do this.”
“Study. I’m too distracted.”
“By you.” The words came out before you could stop them. “You are very distracting.”
“You’re sitting there looking like that. Messy hair. Pants that do nothing to hide what’s down there. That stupid smug look on your face. You’re doing this on purpose.”
“I’m literally just existing.”
“You’re existing in a very distracting way.”
He laughed, low and warm. “Okay. I’ll stop existing.”
“Don’t.” The word came out sharper than you meant it. “I mean—that’s not—”
“You want me to keep existing?” he said, chuckling.
“You want me to keep distracting you.”
“I want you to—” You stopped. Swallowed. And then, before you could overthink it, you reached out and grabbed the front of his shirt. “I want you to kiss me again like yesterday.”
“That’s very forward of you,” he murmured, but he was already leaning in.
“Are you sure? Because I thought you wanted to study—”
“Satoru.” You pulled him closer and kissed him.
It started slow and deep, his tongue sliding hot against yours. Before long you were moved to his lap, grinding against the thick ridge of his cock through his sweats. He groaned into your mouth, hands gripping your ass as he guided your movements. There was nothing shy about the way he was so hungrily touching your body like it was all he needed in life.
You ended up on his bed somehow, him hovering over you, kissing you breathless. His mouth moved to your neck, then lower, pushing your shirt up so he could suck on your nipples until they were swollen and sensitive. It was happening way too fast. You were so caught up in how good it felt your mind didn’t even register the fact that his—this damn nerd’s— lips were on your nipples. That one of his hands had slipped between your thighs, rubbing slow, firm circles over your soaked panties, pressing the fabric against your clit but never slipping underneath.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he murmured against your skin, letting out a breathy sigh. “Can feel it through your panties.”
You whimpered, hips rolling into his touch, pulling him down for another messy kiss as pleasure built.
But when his hand pressed harder and you felt the head of his cock grind against your thigh, panic hit.
“Wait— Satoru, stop,” you gasped, lightly pushing at his shoulders.
He froze immediately, pulling his lips back and moving his hands out. He looked genuinely concerned and worried for a moment—thought he fucked up. “You okay? Too fast?”
“Yeah… I just— I got nervous. I’m sorry.”
He rolled onto his back with a dramatic sigh and a soft laugh that sounded a lot like a groan, his cock tenting his sweats so obscenely it was impossible not to get turned on just by looking at it. “Blue-balling me again? Seriously? After yesterday’s kiss I thought we were making progress, but nooo, you had to get me this worked up and then hit the brakes.” He was only joking, of course. He’d never force you into anything you weren’t ready for. The man’s not an asshole.
You felt a pang of guilt looking at how painfully hard he still was. “I feel bad…”
“Don’t—It’s okay if you’re not ready,” he said gently, though his voice was still rough. “We can stop. My dick will survive. Probably. Might be a little blue, but it’ll live.”
You shook your head, leaning half on him, already sliding your hand down his chest. “No. I want to help you.” You tugged his sweats down just enough to free his cock. His eyes widened and he half sat up, leaning on his elbows. It was even better in person than in all those Twitter videos—thicker, veins standing out, the flushed head already leaking steadily. You wrapped your hand around him and started stroking slowly.
“Shit—” He groaned, hips twitching. “What are you—“ You pulled him into another kiss, swallowing his moans as you pumped him faster, twisting your wrist at the head like you picked up from watching his videos almost every night.
“I want to make you feel good,” you mumbled between kisses. “Tell me if I’m doing this right?”
“Hell— fuck yeah… it’s good, your hand feels too good,” he panted, kissing you harder, one hand tangling in your hair to keep your lips pressed to his. “It hurts so good… from how hard I am,” he groaned, chuckling breathily, hips bucking into your hand. He couldn’t even process what was happening.
You laughed softly, stroking him with firmer, faster strokes while trading sloppy kisses. “Poor you. First kiss yesterday and now…” you trailed off, breathing into the kiss, “what happened to taking it slow?”
“Apparently we suck at slow,” he muttered, then groaned loudly as you swiped your thumb over his leaking slit. “God, please just like that—”
It didn’t take long. His abs tensed, his cock throbbed hard in your grip, and with a broken moan of your name against your lips he came, thick ropes of cum spilling over your fingers and painting his abs obscenely. More than you’ve ever seen in his videos.
You kept stroking him through it until he was twitching and oversensitive, then finally let go.
“Wow,” you said, smirking as you looked at the mess. “That was fast.”
“You’re mean… i usually last longer this was just… a one time thing…” he groaned, panting hard as his head fell back against the pillow. “Post-nut clarity is hitting me like a truck right now,” he groaned, covering his eyes with his arm. “We made out for the first time yesterday and now I just came all over myself while you... this is insane.”
“Yeah… kind of awkward when you say it out loud,” you admitted, cheeks heating.
He grabbed the tissue box from the bedside table and handed you it. “Sorry about the mess…” he chuckled nervously. He peeked at you, then laughed breathlessly. “Worth it though.” He sat up, wincing slightly as he tucked himself away with all the grace of a dude who just somewhat embarrassed himself in front of the girl he likes. “Give me a second. I need to clean up…”
He headed to the bathroom. You heard the sink running, and a couple minutes later he came back wearing a fresh pair of black sweats, hair slightly damp like he’d splashed water on his face.
“Better?” you asked, trying not to smile.
“Much.” He flopped back onto the bed next to you for a moment, then sighed. “Alright. Back to the desk before I get hard again thinking about your hand and we never open that textbook and you fail that test and become a stripper. Can’t have that on my conscious.”
After the intense (and messy) detour, the two of you somehow dragged yourselves back into study mode. Instead of returning to the desk, you both ended up sprawled across Satoru’s bed, notes and textbooks scattered everywhere like academic shrapnel. He sat with his back against the headboard, legs stretched out, while you lay on your stomach beside him, chin propped on your arms as you squinted at the pages.
“Explain this one again,” you muttered, tapping the paper with your pen. “I swear the numbers are starting to leave the page.”
Satoru leaned over you, his chest pressing warmly against your back as he pointed at the problem. His voice was still a little rough from earlier. “Chain rule, baby. Derivative of the inside function, then multiply by the derivative of the outside. You’ve got this.” His free hand absentmindedly rubbed slow circles on your lower back, stupidly close to slipping under the hem of your shirt.
You glanced sideways at him, rolling your eyes because… why is he so unbothered??? “You’re awfully patient for someone who just got jerked off all over his own abs five minutes ago.”
“Post-nut clarity is a hell of a drug,” he replied with a lazy smirk, flicking your forehead. “Besides, if you fail this final I’ll never get to brag about dating the smartest girl on campus. My reputation would be ruined.”
“Dating?” You raised an eyebrow, fighting a smile. “Bold of you to assume we’re dating after one kiss yesterday and one extremely messy handjob.”
He grinned, completely unrepentant. “We’re basically married at this point. You’ve seen my dick, made it feel good, and now you’re in my bed. That’s practically a proposal in Gojo terms.”
You snorted and shoved his shoulder. “Focus, idiot. I need to pass this class or I’m actually screwed.”
For the next hour and a half, you made real progress. Satoru walked you through problem after problem with surprising patience, occasionally rewarding correct answers with soft scratches to the top of your head. His fingers kept drifting to your hair, playing with the strands while he explained concepts in that low, soothing voice. He was such a sap. You should’ve hated it. Should’ve… but, well, you didn’t.
Every now and then his hand would wander lower, squeezing your ass teasingly before you slapped it away with a glare.
“You’re distracting me again,” you complained during one particularly handsy moment.
“Can you blame me? You’re lying there in my bed looking all cute and focused. It’s criminal.”
Eventually the last practice set was finished. You let out a dramatic groan and collapsed face-first into his pillow.
“Done. I’m dead. My brain officially quit.”
Satoru stretched beside you, joints popping. “Good job, princess. You only threatened to become a stripper four times tonight. New personal record.” He leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss between your shoulder blades. “I’m gonna take a quick shower. All that… exercise earlier left me… sweaty.”
You turned your head just enough to smirk at him. “Mhm. Go wash off the evidence of your quick-draw reputation.”
“Keep talking shit and I’ll drag you in there with me,” he warned playfully as he grabbed clean clothes and headed for the bathroom.
The sound of the shower running was soothing. You rolled onto your back with a sigh, unlocked your phone, and started scrolling through your feed—anything to keep your very heavy eyelids from closing. Satoru’s bed was stupidly comfortable. The sheets smelled like him, so did his pillows, so did the whole room. The low hum of the water, mixed with the quiet of the dorm room and the exhaustion from hours of studying (and everything before that), made your body feel heavier and heavier.
Just close my eyes for a minute, you told yourself. One minute…
Satoru stepped out of the bathroom about fifteen minutes later, towel-drying his damp white hair. He wore nothing but a pair of loose black sweatpants that hung low on his hips, the faint V-line disappearing beneath the waistband still visible. The bathroom light spilled into the dim room for a moment before he flicked it off. If you were awake, your mouth would be watering.
He stopped a few steps from the bed, a slow, fond smile spreading across his face.
You were fast asleep in the middle of his bed.
Curled up on your side, phone still loosely clutched in one hand with the screen dimmed. Your lips were parted slightly, breathing slow and even, one of his pillows hugged tightly to your chest like a teddy bear. The blanket had slipped down to your waist, and one of your legs was kicked out from under it.
He stood there for a long moment, just watching you. Something warm and terrifyingly fond twisted in his chest at the sight of you looking so… domestic. I could get used to this, he thought. Then he shook his head and sighed.
He quietly set your phone on the nightstand and plugged it into his own charger, then climbed into bed beside you with careful movements. Once he was settled, he turned onto his side to face you, gently brushing a few strands of hair away from your face. His fingers lingered, threading through the soft locks, twirling them slowly, savoring the way they felt between his fingertips.
How the hell did I get here? he thought, a soft huff of amusement escaping him.
This was the same girl who had quite literally blackmailed him into doing her homework. The same girl who had cornered him and said she’d expose his little side hustle unless he helped her. And now here she was—sleeping peacefully in his bed, wearing his scent on her skin, after jerking him off and then falling asleep like it was the most normal thing in the world.
He kept playing with your hair, gentle and rhythmic, his thumb occasionally brushing over your cheek. Seeing you like this was an epiphany for him.
He was genuinely head over heels.
Not just attracted. Not just having fun. This was the kind of feeling that made his chest ache in the best way. The kind of feeling that had him canceling plans, staying up late, and actually enjoying teaching someone derivatives just to spend time with you. The kind of feeling that made him want to keep you here, in his bed, in his life, for as long as you’d let him.
“You’re trouble,” he whispered, voice barely audible as he leaned in and pressed the softest kiss to your forehead. “Blackmailing me into being your personal tutor… and somehow you’re the best thing that’s happened to me in years.”
You made a small, unconscious sound in your sleep and shifted closer, pressing your face into his chest. Satoru’s arm wrapped around you automatically, pulling you flush against him. He buried his nose in your hair, inhaling deeply.
“Night, princess,” he murmured.
With the textbooks pushed haphazardly to the edge of the bed and the room comfortingly silent, Satoru closed his eyes. His fingers continued their slow path through your hair even as he drifted off, a small, pleased smile lingering on his lips.
If you’d told him a few weeks ago that one day he’d be like this—with you—he would’ve laughed in your face.
But now? He was completely, undeniably gone for you.
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