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!nerdjo x reader | part 9

Exam stress leads to a late night horny decision. Everything is going great, until the guy in the video starts sounding a little too familiar

part 1 here! . part 2 here! . part 3 here! . part 4 here! part 5 here! part 6 here! . part 7 here! . part 8 here!

cr: 3vangel1ne_ on X

cw: praise kink, light dom/sub dynamics, recording, handjob, spit kink.

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You woke up first. Soft morning light slipped through the thin curtains of your dorm room, washing everything in pale gold, including Satoru’s face.

He was still asleep beside you, lying on his side, facing you. His white hair was a messy halo against the pillow, strands falling across his forehead. His eyelashes rested against his cheeks, impossibly long, his lips parted just enough for slow, even breaths to escape.

One of his arms was wrapped loosely around your waist. Enough that you knew, even asleep, he had unconsciously reached for you.

Carefully, you lifted a hand and brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead. Your fingertips lingered. You traced the curve of his cheekbone, the line of his jaw, the soft skin under his eye. He didn't stir. Instead, he leaned almost imperceptibly into your touch, as though some part of him recognized it even in his sleep. It made your heart squeeze.

You couldn’t stop looking at him. He looked so peaceful. So beautiful.

“You’re staring again.” Shoko’s teasing voice echoed in your head. “I’ve never seen you like this before.”

No one had ever stayed the night before. And it wasn’t because they didn’t ask. It was because you’d never wanted them to, never asked them to. You liked people leaving. You liked knowing nothing had changed once the night was over.

Now, lying here with Satoru sleeping peacefully in your bed, you realized something.

This wasn’t just about getting it out of your system.

Being like this with him… it felt natural. Right.

A selfish part of you wished the morning could stay like this a little longer. You wanted to keep watching him. Wanted to memorize this version of him—the one no one else got to see.

Before your thoughts could spiral any further, Satoru shifted.

His brow twitched and his long lashes fluttered. Slowly, impossibly slowly, those beautiful bright blue eyes opened.

For a second he simply blinked at you, still caught somewhere between dreaming and waking. Then he realized you were already awake.

“…Morning” he whispered, voice rough with sleep.

“Morning, Satoru” you said, still gently stroking his cheek.

Without saying anything, he turned his head just enough to nuzzle into your palm, almost like a cat asking for more affection. The gesture was so instinctive it made you laugh softly.

Satoru watched you for another few seconds before speaking again, quieter this time.

“I was scared you'd regret letting me stay.”

The words were almost whispered. Like he'd been carrying them since he'd opened his eyes.

“I don’t.”

His shoulders visibly relaxed, and a soft smile slowly spread across his face.

—

By the time you finished brushing your teeth, the apartment smelled faintly of butter and freshly brewed coffee.

That definitely hadn’t been there when you'd gone into the bathroom. Curious, you stepped into the hallway.

The sight that greeted you made you stop in your tracks.

Satoru stood in your tiny kitchen with his back to you. One hand held a spatula while the other balanced a frying pan with surprising confidence. His white hair was still adorably messy from sleep, refusing to stay flat no matter how many times he’d probably tried to fix it.

He hummed quietly to himself.

Completely unaware you were watching.

He looked… domestic. And unfairly adorable.

You watched him for a moment before walking over. He turned when he heard your footsteps, and his entire face brightened.

“Oh.” His smile softened immediately. “Morning again. I hope you like pancakes.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I wasn’t really sure what you usually eat for breakfast, so... I made scrambled eggs too. Just in case.”

You sat down at the small table as he brought over two plates and fresh coffee. He sat across from you, fidgeting with his glasses nervously.

For a few minutes you ate in comfortable silence, stealing glances at each other. But Satoru kept opening and closing his mouth, clearly working up the courage to say something.

Finally, after pushing his food around his plate for the third time, he spoke.

“I… I wanted to ask you something.”

“Mmh?” You looked up at him

He adjusted his glasses, then immediately took them off again, then just put them on again.

“I, uh…”

His fingers tapped nervously against the edge of the table.

“We’ve... spent a lot of time together lately.”

You raised your eyebrows slightly.

“...That's true.”

“And yesterday was…” He laughed awkwardly. “Well. Yesterday.”

His ears were noticeably pink now, and you had to resist the urge to kiss him senseless because he looked so cute.

“Uh... I just—” He stopped, pressing his lips together. He let out a quiet breath and tried again.

“I was wondering if maybe…” He swallowed. “...if you’d like to go out with…me”

The words had barely left his mouth before he rushed to keep talking.

“I mean—you don’t have to, obviously. If you don’t want to, that’s completely okay." He shook his head quickly.

You opened your mouth, but he was already spiraling.

“I just... I really like spending time with you, and I thought maybe we could... keep doing that. Outside of…” He made a vague gesture with his hand. “...everything else.”

He grimaced.

“God, that sounded weird.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing.

“I mean, it’s okay if you say no.” He ran a hand through his already messy hair. “I can just... leave, and you won’t have to see me ag— Oh.” He froze. “The project.”

He shut his eyes.

“Right. We’d definitely see each other again.”

You had to press your lips together to suppress the laughter.

“So... forget that part.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking thoroughly embarrassed.

“Nothing has to change. We can just... pretend I never said anything. Well, maybe not pretend, because I did say it, but—”

“Satoru.” you said, utterly amused.

“Sorry” he mumbled, dropping his gaze to his plate.

“Are you asking me to be exclusive?”

“I mean…” He rubbed the back of his neck, ears turning pink all over again. “I—I would. I mean, I want to.” He frowned at himself. “Not that you have to. I’m not saying you have to, I would’t expect you to just because I—”

“Yes.”

Satoru blinked, eyes wide behind his glasses.

“W-what?”

“Yes. I want to go out with you.” A teasing smile tugged at your lips. “Just you.”

He stared at you as though he'd forgotten how to process words. You stood, walked around the table, and stopped beside him.

“We don't know each other that well yet.”

“...No.”

“But that’s kind of the point of dating, isn’t it?”

He looked up at you.

“...Yeah.”

“We don’t have to figure everything out today.” You smiled. “We can just... get to know each other while we go out together.”

For a moment, he simply stared.

“...Really?”

You nodded.

“Really.”

A breath escaped him—half laugh, half sheer relief.

“Okay,” he whispered, smiling so widely it almost looked disbelieving. “Okay.”

He just stared at you, the goofiest smile you'd ever seen plastered on his face

You rolled your eyes fondly.

“Come here.” You leaned down and cupped his jaw, kissing him softly.

When you pulled away, his cheeks had somehow turned an even deeper shade of pink.

“...Hi,” he mumbled, sounding completely dazed.

You couldn't help laughing.

“Hi.”

He looked at you for another second before a thought suddenly crossed his mind.

“...So I’m taking you on a date?”

You hummed.

“Looks like it.”

“I like that.” He smiled to himself.

“I hope you like APA formatting too, because I kept telling myself I’d do it later... and then later never happened.” You reached over and gently squished his cheeks between your hands. “It’s a good thing I’ve got a pretty boy who excels at it.”

His cheeks warmed all over again.

“...I can definitely help with APA.”

“I figured you would.”

—

Monday arrived much faster than either of you had expected, and before you knew it, the ten-minute presentation was already over.

“And these are our references,” Satoru said, the presentation clicker still in his hand. “Thank you.”

The classroom filled with polite applause as your professor looked between the two of you.

“I have to admit,” she began, “I was expecting a solid presentation.”

Satoru shifted ever so slightly beside you.

“But this exceeded my expectations.”

You couldn’t help but straighten a little.

“The way you explained the mechanisms behind vancomycin resistance was clear, well-organized, and easy to follow.” She tapped her pen lightly against the desk. “Excellent work.”

You exchanged a quick glance with Satoru.

“Thank you” the two of you replied almost in unison.

A few minutes later, as you walked out of the lecture hall, Satoru finally let out the breath he'd apparently been holding throughout the entire presentation.

“...We actually did it.”

“Of course we did.” You grinned, nudging his shoulder with yours. “You’re ridiculously smart. You somehow made a really difficult project look easy.”

His cheeks turned pink.

“I just…” He ducked his head with a shy smile. “I really wanted us to do well. And you were perfect too.”

Your heart softened.

You walked side by side down the hallway, the professor's praise still lingering pleasantly in your mind.

After a few moments, you glanced at him, a mischievous smile tugging at your lips.

“So…”

He looked over at you.

“...Should we celebrate?”

He tilted his head, clearly intrigued.

“Celebrate?”

“Mhm.” You slowed your pace just enough to make him stop with you. “I’ve already got an idea”

—

Two hours later, Satoru sat on the edge of your bed, completely naked, legs spread wide. The phone was propped on a tripod in front of him, carefully angled so neither of your faces would appear — only his body, your hands, and the intimate angle between you.

You knelt behind him, bare breasts pressed against his back, arms wrapped around his torso. The camera was already recording.

You pressed a slow kiss to the side of his neck, feeling him shiver.

“Look at my pretty, brilliant boy…” you murmured against his skin, one hand sliding down his chest. “So smart… getting the highest grade in the class with me.”

Satoru let out a soft, shaky whimper and tilted his head, offering you more of his neck.

You wrapped your hand around his cock — already painfully hard — and stroked him with slow, deliberate movements.

“You worked so hard on that project,” you continued, voice low and sweet. “Always so focused… always so good for me. You deserve this, don’t you?”

He moaned, hips twitching forward into your fist. “Y-yes… I tried so hard… for you…”

You smiled against his neck and sucked lightly on his skin while your hand kept its steady rhythm. “Mmh, yeah… such a good boy,” you whispered, thumb brushing over the leaking tip.

Satoru whimpered louder, head falling back against your shoulder. His body trembled with every stroke.

“Fuck…” he breathed, voice already breaking.

You tightened your grip and picked up the pace, your free hand roaming over his body — tracing his abs, dragging your nails lightly down his thigh. Then you sucked hard on his neck, leaving a clear mark just below his shoulder.

“Mine,” you whispered against the fresh bruise. “All fucking mine.”

He moaned, raw and needy. You slid your hand up to his throat, wrapping your fingers around it gently but firmly — not choking, just holding him in place.

His breath hitched.

“Fuck— yes—” he whimpered, hips bucking harder into your hand. “Please… harder…”

You squeezed a little tighter and stroked him faster, twisting your wrist at the head. “You’re so loud today, baby,” you purred against his ear. “Letting everyone hear how much you love being mine… how desperate you get when I touch you.”

He was panting now, thrusting desperately into your fist. “I love it— fuck— I love being yours…”

You rewarded him with another mark on his neck and dragged your nails down his abs, leaving faint red lines. Satoru cried out, body shaking.

“I’m gonna— fuck— I’m so close—”

“Not yet,” you whispered, slowing your hand just enough to edge him. “Tell me how much you need me.”

“I need you so bad… I want to be inside you… I want you to use me… please let me cum for you—”

You smiled and sped up again, your other hand still firm around his throat. “Tell me more, baby. What do you want?”

Satoru’s voice cracked with desperation. “I want you to be mine… forever. I want to wake up next to you… I want everyone to know you’re mine…”

You let out a soft, amused hum. “Mmm, you’re so greedy.”

“I-I’m sorry—” he whimpered instantly, shame and lust mixing in his tone.

“No, that’s okay,” you murmured, lips brushing his ear. “I like it when you’re greedy… because I’m yours too, baby.”

You kept stroking him, slick and relentless. “My pussy is yours. My tits are yours. My throat is yours to fuck whenever you want…”

“Fuck—” he gasped, head falling back against your shoulder again. “I want that so bad… I want to choke on your fingers while you ride me…”

You stroked him faster for a few moments, then slowed down again, torturing him.

“You like it when I’m mean to you, don’t you?” you asked sweetly.

“Y-yes… I love it… I want you to use me until I can’t think… I like it —Ahh– Fuck— too much”

You felt him throbbing harder, his hips jerking desperately.

“I’m gonna— fuck— I’m so close—”

You immediately slowed your hand, almost stopping.

“Not yet,” you whispered, kissing his neck. “Hold it for me, baby. I want you to feel really good when you finally cum.”

Satoru let out a broken, frustrated whimper, hips twitching helplessly.

“Please… I need it… I’m so fucking close…”

You stroked him a little faster again, then slowed down once more, edging him beautifully. His cock was leaking profusely, throbbing angrily in your hand.

After the third time you denied him, he was shaking.

You leaned in close.

“Open your mouth.”

Satoru obeyed instantly. You brought your hand to his lips.

“Spit.”

He spat into your palm without hesitation.

You used his spit as lubricant, wrapping your hand around his cock again and stroking him faster, slick and wet.

“Fuck— yes—” he moaned, hips jerking.

Finally, you pressed your lips against his ear and whispered:

“You can cum now, baby. Make a mess for your girl.”

With a loud, broken cry, Satoru came hard.

Thick ropes of cum shot across his stomach and chest as his hips jerked wildly into your hand. He moaned your name over and over, voice wrecked and desperate, body shaking with the intensity of it.

You kept stroking him gently through the aftershocks, pressing soft kisses along his neck until he was trembling and oversensitive.

Then you cupped his face and turned it toward the camera. Not enough for his face to come into frame—just enough that it looked like he was addressing the audience.

“Tell them, baby,” you ordered softly. “You're mine. Only mine.”

“I-I’m hers…” he panted, his voice hoarse, barely able to catch his breath.

A satisfied smile tugged at your lips.

“Good boy.”

You pressed one last kiss to the corner of his jaw before reaching past him to stop the recording.

—

Six months later

The apartment was wrapped in a peaceful kind of quiet that only existed on rare mornings like this. No classes, no alarms, no rush to be anywhere. Just the soft glow of sunlight slipping through the half-closed curtains and the steady sound of breathing.

Satoru woke up first — or at least he tried to.

The moment he opened his eyes, he realized he was completely trapped. Not in a bad way. In the best possible way.

Your arms were wrapped tightly around his torso, your face buried against his chest, and one of your legs had somehow found its way between his. Your entire body was pressed against him like you’d decided he was your personal pillow for the rest of your life.

He smiled, soft and helpless.

“Baby…” he whispered, voice still rough with sleep.

A sleepy hum was the only answer he got. You nuzzled closer, refusing to loosen your hold.

“I can’t feel my arm anymore,” he murmured, amused.

You tightened your grip even more, a lazy smile forming against his skin.

“Sounds like a you problem.”

Satoru let out a quiet laugh, the sound vibrating through his chest. He tilted his head down to look at you properly. You were still wearing his oversized white hoodie — the one with the vancomycin molecule printed across the back. It had ridden up just enough to expose the soft skin of your thighs, and the sleeves completely swallowed your hands.

For a long moment, he just watched you, his heart feeling too big for his chest.

Eventually, you stirred, blinking up at him with sleepy eyes.

“Want me to move?” you asked, your voice muffled.

“Just a little bit,” he said, though he didn’t sound very convincing.

“Okay…”

Instead of rolling off, you shifted upward and climbed on top of him, straddling his waist in one smooth motion.

Satoru’s eyes widened slightly in surprise.

“Wait—”

Too late.

You cupped his face with both hands, gently squishing his cheeks together until his lips puckered. He stared up at you, completely helpless and entirely in love.

“Look at you…” you whispered, eyes sparkling with affection.

“What?” he managed to say, voice slightly distorted by your hands.

“You’re so cute.”

His cheeks flushed instantly, a soft pink spreading across his face. No matter how many times you said it, it still got to him.

You grinned and started peppering his face with slow, lazy kisses — his forehead, his eyelids, the tip of his nose, his cheeks, the corner of his mouth. Satoru laughed softly, not even pretending to resist your attack of affection.

“Baby—” he tried between kisses.

Another kiss landed on his jaw.

“Ugh, my boyfriend is so cute,” you mumbled happily.

There it was. That word again.

Boyfriend.

Satoru’s ears turned pink. He looked away, suddenly shy, even though he was smiling.

“You really like saying that” he muttered.

“I do,” you answered without hesitation, still holding his face. “And you like hearing it.”

He didn’t deny it. You leaned down and kissed him properly this time — slow, warm, and lingering. When you pulled back, your forehead rested gently against his.

“I love you,” you whispered.

His expression melted completely. Those two words never failed to hit him right in the chest.

“I love you too,” he breathed, hands sliding up to rest on your waist, thumbs brushing softly over the hoodie.

For a while, neither of you spoke. You simply stayed there, breathing each other in, enjoying the quiet warmth of the morning. Then you tilted your head, a playful glint appearing in your eyes.

“You know what would make you look even cuter?” you whispered.

Satoru raised an eyebrow slightly.

“What?”

“The cat ears.”

Before he could answer, you rolled your hips slowly against him, grinding down in a lazy, teasing motion. You felt him twitch beneath you, growing hard almost instantly.

A smug little smile curved your lips.

“Ah… you liked that, didn’t you?”

Satoru’s face flushed bright red. He let out a shy, embarrassed sound and immediately hid his face in the crook of your neck, burying it there as if he could disappear.

You chuckled softly, threading your fingers through his messy white hair.

And as you held him close, tangled together in your sheets, you realized once again that this — this quiet, warm, and shy kind of love — was everything you had never known you needed.

ahhh!! we made it to the end😭 I really hope you enjoyed this story🥺 I'm gonna miss this nerdjo so much💗

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