cw: mdni. smut. nerdjo is kindaa an asshole. oral (m receiving). orgasm denial. not proofread.
satoru is good at reading people.
he knew people like him; nerds, geeks, people who refused to hide their interests and intellect often got looked down on. he knew people like his twin brother, satori, who are strong in the social aspect. while he dominated physics classes and debate forums, satori was the life of the party, the âcoolâ kid who had an aura that made everyone want to befriend him.
then thereâs people like you.
the first time you walked in late to his general calculus class followed by a bow, apology, and explanation about being lost on campus, he had to suppress a scoff.
okay, maybe he was being mean or unreasonable but seriously? late on the first day yet your hair and make up was meticulously done? so you cared more about dressing all cute not that he found you cute! and looking all pretty also not that youâre that pretty too! than you care about finding where your 7 am class is? sure.
satoru usually had no problem with people like that, really. dress cute, do your make up, style your hair, do what you want. but he did hate people who could care less about their academics then would come bothering those who put in the effort to show up on time because they had incomplete notes or supplies. how was your problem theirs now too?
people like you were what he considered a nuance in his life. pretty girls who didnât give guys like him a glance because no matter how pretty his own face is, youâd always prefer guys like satori. pretty girls who knew they were pretty and used it to their advantage.
satoru tried his hardest to avoid you in class. barely sparing you a glance or paying attention when you spoke in recitations. simply tuning your voice out with a small scowl as he looked away from the board.
he saw the way you chatted with the others and his lip curled whenever you smiled at one of them while taking their notebook. have you no shame? seriously, just because youâre pretty doesnât mean you get to have your hands on the answers to every fucking assignment.
it didnât help that for a group project, his group mates urged him to pick you. you! resident pretty girl who uses her charm to pass the class with ease.
âcâmon, satoru. itâs gonna be way easier with her!â one piped up when the professor looked at him expectantly, waiting for his last chosen member.
he grits his teeth. yeah, easier to fucking fail! whatever. if you donât finish your shit on time, they will be the one burdened with additional loads.
so your name slips down his tongue bitterly and he hears some groans from his other classmates who probably wanted you in their group too. was he the only one who wasnât fucking swayed by your charm?! what the fuck happened to the intellectuals in class? had you turned them into putty in your hands? yeah, well heâs not falling for it at all.
sure, he was a bit surprised when you showed up to his dorm 30 minutes early than the designated meeting time the next afternoon for a group meeting but he didnât have time to dwell on the thought or hear your small, âhi!â because his eyes were zeroed on the tiny fucking skirt you wore.
he gulps audibly as he lets you in, eyes averting to the posters on his wall and suddenly, heâs a bit self conscious about his choice of decor.
the anxious lump stays in his throat when you donât say anything and made yourself comfortable near the small coffee table. jesus, you were probably thinking about how big of a loser he is now. why the hell did he care what you think anyway?!
he swallows the bitter taste of insecurity as he forces himself to speak up, âdid you at least answer the equations assigned to you?â it comes out harsher than intended and the twinge of guilt that struck his chest when your face morphed into confusion pissed him off.
âwell, yeahâ fuck, has your voice always been that beautiful? what has he been missing out on? what?! hell no! heâs not that weak! he wonât succumb into your hands just from a confused eyebrow twitch and two (2) words!
he huffs, âwhatever. you can do the presentation instead. me and the others will answer the equation problemsâ
he saw your eye twitch and sharpen at his words and the next thing he knew, you were on your knees while he sat at the edge of his bed.
âf-fuuck! ah! so good, ohâ!â one of his hands were tangled in your hair, hips bucking into your mouth. he looks down and immediately regrets it. jesus christ, he wouldnât mind doing your thesis if it meant having you on your knees âwait, what?!
âtâs all youâre good for, yeah?â he forces the words out in between heavy breaths, desperate to hold on to his pride despite the needy whines slipping out of his mouth. âsittinâ pretty on your knees, choking on my cock, hm? aahh! l-like that, yeah?â
you hollow your cheeks on purpose, tongue swirling his length.
âyeah. yeah, just like that, baby. make me cum ân maybe iâll let you laze around while me ân the others work on the project, hm?â he chuckles, purposely pushing your head down further to make you choke.
heâs whining already, eyes shut and words dying down his throat as he inched closer to his release. âfuckfuckfuckâbaby, âm gonna cum! fuck!â
you pull away at the last second with an obnoxious âpop!â and his eyes shot open, head snapping down so fast he hears his neck crack.
meanwhile, you smile up at his teary and disbelieving gaze before moving back to the coffee table and taking out your notebook.
âactually, Iâve already answered all the equations last night. Iâm pretty sure theyâre all correct but we can compare my answers to your guysâ once they arrive. Thatâs what we always do.â
