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⌗ BIMBOLOGY 101: HOW TO GET INTO NERD!JO'S PANTS .ᐟ 18+
౨ৎ bimbo!reader demonstrates how to get into the new nerd's pants ! <3
ᰔ─ LECTURE 01: EYES ON THE TARGET, HOE !
you honestly surprised yourself when you noticed him; the new student everyone was talking about– but yet no one bothered to speak to him or let alone show him around. he was always quiet (too quiet for your liking), ridiculously tall and rectangular glasses framing his face all while carrying his bag which looked like it contained bricks. he’s definitely carrying his favorite comics but that’s no one’s business. the complete opposite of your type. not the usual frat guys who whisper cringey shit in your ear while they fuck you like your some pocket pussy ready to use, no.
he’s a freaking nerd.
you're already scratching your cheek as you think of how easily it would be to absolutely ruin him. to make him feel so stupid that he can’t even solve a math problem or whatever it is that he’s showing his interest in right now.
did you sneakily follow him around campus? yes. it’s not a weird thing if you’re just curious about him…maybe.
ᰔ─ LECTURE 02: APPROACH AND STRIKE (FAILED).
satoru was mumbling under his breath, turning another page of the manga he was reading– “digimon? what even is that?” he jumped abruptly in his seat, the chair scraping in the process of doing so, causing an unnecessary loud echo in the quiet, almost empty library. turning around he was only met with…tits? is he seriously dreaming about the porn he jerked off to last night?
you started talking his ear off about how you also had hobbies such as shopping, buying literally everything in pink, etc. satoru didn’t even realize it was you who was standing in front of him the whole time until you took a seat next to him. his nose scrunched. your disgustingly sweet perfume almost burned the hairs in his nose off.
a manicured hand reached out in front of him. it’s way too pink for his eyes, he thinks. charms adorning almost every single nail…how do you even wipe?
you introduce yourself with a voice pitched too high– batting your lashes at him with your pretty doe eyes. of course he knows who you are. an introduction isn’t even needed. he followed your twitter on his burner account the moment he figured out what your name was.
an inpatient sigh leaves your glossy lips which is soon followed by you crossing your arms just right under your chest. the guy next to you gulps at the sight of them almost spilling out of your lace bra. is it even appropriate to wear thin tank tops like that on campus?
again, you literally do whatever you want. your closet consists of mini skirts and mini skirts alone, everyone is probably already used to your tactics of gaining attention of the male eye. which you absolutely love– which is also why you need him to notice you today or your whole week will be ruined (nothing some dick can’t fix, but still).
“aren’t you going to tell me your name, four-eyes?”
his large hands scramble to collect his stuff before he places them hastily into his bag, “gojo. gojo satoru.” you hum at that, sounding his name out about three times before settling on the final. “okay, 'toru,” you clasp your hands together with a smile stretching out onto your lips.
a shaky breath leaves his throat and he backs away; urging to get away from you already. but you're not done. why would you be? you followed (more like stalked) him for a reason.
“i was meaning to ask you something,” you chirped.
but he was already walking way, almost tripping on nothing but air.
you wished he tripped on his baggy jeans and flashed you instead. such a bummer.
ᰔ─ LECTURE 03: BACK UP PLAN; MANIPULATION TACTIC.
it has been exactly two weeks since your first encounter with gojo satoru. you tried talking to him during the days following up until now, but to no avail. he always seemed to run away from you for some strange reason.
were you really that scary dressed up in all pink?
that was far away from the truth. satoru felt so pathetic because he couldn’t even stop his cock from protruding in his boxers the moment he caught sight of you– or even worse, thought of you. so desperate and still a virgin.
he doesn’t know how or when you cornered him in the empty hall, but you did. a small pout forming on your lips as you look up at him. fuck, were you doing this on purpose?
“why are you avoiding me, ‘toru?”
“i’m not.” he definitely was. his answer was short and abrupt.
you took a step closer. the toes of your heels bumping against his shoes. designer. somehow that excites you even more than before.
“i was looking for you everywhere, you know?” the tip of your index finger travels to touch the palm of his cold hand. and you can’t help but imagine how it would feel wrapped around your throat from behind while slender fingers plunge deep inside you. or the burn from them squeezing your bare ass as you bounce relentlessly on his cock. your thighs clench at the thought. you feel like a lion waiting to pounce on its prey.
he’s big. you know. because his bulge is fucking pressing against the silver of skin on your belly right now.
satoru looks everywhere but at you. his mind is racing a mile per minute– always quick to answer questions his professor throws at him. but right now? he can’t even say a damn word. as if his vocal cords have been ripped out by your long acrylic nails that are inching dangerously slow towards his crotch.
yeah, he’s never been more certain in his life; you for sure noticed what he was trying to hide from you all this time. perhaps he thought that you would think that he’s a pervert, but he sees the twinkle in your eyes when they only linger for a mere second. and that convinces him otherwise.
fake tears (that you mastered through the years) prickle at your waterline and your pout deepens. “i will ask someone else instead, then…”
and that’s how you striked to gain his attention. he must be crazy if he were to turn down an opportunity where you depended on him.
“i will do it.”
“eh…? you don’t even know what i wanted to ask you,” you raise an eyebrow at that before a devious grin replaces your confused expression.”alright, thank you!”
and with that you quickly place a wet smooch on his cheek before walking away while swaying your hips. he drags his hand to where a sticky substance lingers.
what the fuck did he even agree to?
ᰔ─ LECTURE 04: TUTOR ME, YOU NERD !
the poor guy next to you swallowed nervously, not daring to breathe too loudly. it felt way too cramped in your unsurprisingly pink and cheetah printed room. despite not having a lot in it, it felt like he was about to be suffocated within the next five minutes.
why? because you’re sitting next to him; pierced nipples begging to be seen through your oversized shirt– he doesn’t wanna be an asshole, but he assumes from one of your one night stands. and the worse of it? you were literally pressed up against his arm, rambling about how you 'can’t wait to finally graduate’...
satoru has no idea why he’s even wasting his time trying to tutor you. when he asked you what subject you needed help with, you only looked at him with a tilt of your head.
how did you even make it this far?
“and then he literally slept with someone else after telling me that i’m the best he ever had,” you huffed out. “can you believe that dude?”
yes. yes, he can. the last part that is.
“i’m sorry you went through that…but,” he sighs. “we should really focus on getting some of this in your brain.” he motions towards all the textbooks and notes (that he brought with him) on your desk.
your doe eyes followed his hand. did he really expect you to study? you have the memory of a goldfish.
you nod either way before grabbing a glittery pen, it feels foreign between your thumb and index finger– you’re definitely not used to taking notes. or writing in general for that matter. “what am i even looking at, ‘toru.”
he still has to get used to the way his name cutely rolls off your tongue. his mind starts to wander to how it would sound when–
“fuck!,” he hisses as he feels your warm hand pressing on his already semi. a shiver runs down his spine the moment he sees you crouched down. “sorry,” you smile up at him. “i dropped my pen, see!,” you show him. the stupid plastic thing is already in your hand, yet you’re still seated on your knees in front of him.
the eye contact suddenly feels intense and the air feels like it doesn't want to enter his lungs. your eyes travel down to his crotch.
oh…
his hands immediately cover the tent in his sweatpants before looking away.
“awe! it’s okay,” you giggle while placing a hand on his knee to balance yourself as you crawl from beneath the desk. a finger is placed under his chin to turn his face towards yours. a deep red flush paints his cheek, and he starts biting his lip in embarrassment.
how he wishes right now that the ground would open up to swallow him whole.
“didn’t know that i could make you feel like that.”
satoru didn’t respond.
“never touched a girl before, huh?”
his leg is now bouncing up and down, “please don’t.” piercing blue eyes are looking up at you while you’re still standing between his knees. you don’t take the hint. instead, you continue to press further.
“poor baby doesn’t even know what it’s like to have his dick sucked," you pouted down at him. and that made him finally snap.
within a blink of an eye, you were pushed towards the edge of your bed and he immediately sank to his knees. hot mouth kissing trails from your ankle all the way to the inner part of your thigh– sinking his sharp canines into the skin afterwards.
a high pitched yelp slipped past your lips and you tried to close your legs the more he nibbled on your sensitive skin. “w-what are you doing?”
now you’re trying to run away after basically begging for it? you thought he was too dense to notice how you were trying so hard to have his attention. tits always shoved in his face, hands traveling where it shouldn't. and don’t get him started on all the times you bent over in those tiny skirts whenever he was near (if you can even call them skirts). your brain is only good for thinking how to get your pussy filled to the brim. slut.
“has no one ever told you to shut up before?”
you could only manage out a pathetic whimper when he started spreading your legs even more so– ready to slip your panties off.
and of fucking course. you weren’t even wearing them in the first place. you knew this would happen.
he didn’t even react before blowing air on your clit– your glistening hole clenching around nothing but air. his thumb reached out to rub zig-zag motions between your folds and you whine; hips bucking to gain more fraction. “you’re being mean.”
you’re only met with a hum before he leans forward to take a painfully slow lick up your slit. and shit, satoru thinks he might cum right here and now in his pants. the sensitive tip of his cock was already leaking precum before he got a taste of you. warm muscle heavy against your puffy folds and your hand suddenly grabs a handful of soft white strands when his tongue starts to pick up its pace.
"where did you learn to do that?"
he answered by sliding two fingers inside you, scissoring repeatedly until he felt you clench around him– moaning his name over and over again as your legs started to shake. “you probably watch porn every night,” you huffed out with a poor attempt at a giggle but it was cut short when you felt him grazing his teeth against your clit.
his slender fingers continued to pump in and out of you just as he continued to slurp every single drop your pretty pussy was willing to give him. stupid glasses started to fog up too. how is he supposed to see your soaking pussy sucking his fingers in?
a groan managed to escape his throat– it fucking hurts. his other hand trembles and hurriedly slips down his own pants to soothe his aching cock by letting it free. He desperately tries to fuck you with his tongue and fucking himself with his hand, all simultaneously. it’s all becoming too much.
you’re still a trembling mess around his fingers and on his face; pleading for him to let you cum and make a mess. the words reach his ears on repeat but at the same time, he feels his heart pounding in his ears.
he doesn’t even mean to detach himself from you before standing up and lining himself against your entrance. all the while still pumping his length and squeezing when he reaches the base.
small whimpers he fails to suppress echo between the four walls surrounding you. and fuck, you think it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever heard in your entire life. you can’t help but reach down to stimulate your clit. it’s so slippery, so wet and sticky with his pre. and you exhale a breathy moan every time his fat and flushed tip almost slides in.
drool trickles down from the corner of your mouth and he quickly leans forward to lick it before it dribbles down your chin. the motion causes his tip to accidentally stretch you just enough for you to arch your back and thrust your hips into him. but he doesn’t move. asshole.
his large hand grabs your cheeks together before he kisses you messily, tongues dragging sloppily against each other and you exhale shakily when you taste yourself on his tongue. he pulls back only to gather his saliva to spit it in your mouth. “swallow.” and you do. he kisses you again and this time he only pulls back again because of the way your body tensed.
without a warning, your legs spasm around his waist as you squirt like crazy. a moaning mess. slick and wet all over his cock, his sweatpants and your hand. he reaches down to grab it in his before he licks it clean and sucking on your fingers. he soon follows after, his weight falling over you as he cums all over your wet pussy; thick, white, sticky ropes coating every part of it.
when was the last time he came this much?
both of your breaths mingle and he places one more kiss on your open mouth before he stands up to get something to clean all his cum that’s starting to dribble from your entrance all the way down your thighs and your heart-themed sheets.
he comes back not so long after and starts to wipe you and himself clean. “i’m sorry, but i have to go.” you prop yourself up and look at him– eyes still teary while your nervous system is still coming down from the adrenaline. a warm kiss to your knee and he disappears as if nothing happened. didn’t even wait for you to respond.
you can only sigh and let your back hit the mattress and you immediately start giggling like you hit the jackpot.
bingo.
ᰔ─ LECTURE 05: PASSED BIMBOLOGY (KINDA?).
it’s not like you fucked the gojo satoru or anything… which was your main goal this entire time.
but beggars can’t be choosers unfortunately. at least he made a mess– which you still think about every time you see him.
he hasn’t talked to you since then, (it’s been one day) kind of rude actually. you can’t wait to finally have him over again. heat is already pooling between your thighs, nipples perking up at the thought of him actually fucking you this time.
well, second time is a charm right? it's third time is a charm, bitch.
little did you know that that little shit was shaping his plan of having you on his to-fuck list too.
ㅤ♡ ─ hot nights with bf! sukuna + slight suggestive content .ᐟ
your boyfriend’s huge form always radiated a large amount of heat— which you loved, if only that wasn’t the case during the summer. the time when even the smallest things tended to piss you off even more than the sticky sweat coating your skin.
everything felt too much; sukuna’s heavy hand resting on your thigh, the buzzing of that damn mosquito that just refuses to die even though you could’ve sworn that you killed it before getting ready for bed. and the most frustrating of all, your clothes.
those flimsy little shorts that make you feel like you’re wearing a freaking dress made out of wool.
the first thing that sukuna notices is the feeling of you stirring and turning repeatedly before he hears the rattling of your poor old fan (he told you that he was going to buy you a new one but you refused because “i’ve had that thing way before i met you. you know i get attached to things easily, ‘kuna.”). he can only send you a sleepy sleepy grin as he looks at you. wait.
“what the actual fuck are you doing?”
you move your head to look at him with those big eyes and an innocent smile on your face, “i’m soooo hot, ‘kuna,” you pout before you start spreading your legs even more with a content sigh.
he clicks his tongue while he uses his elbows to prop himself up on the mattress next to your bare naked body, “doesn’t mean you should have your pussy on full display, woman.”
he’s only met with a judgmental side-eye and you continue to lay there unbothered as the fan blows cool wind, well— everywhere.
a surprising but delicious pain waves through your body as two thick fingers pinched your nipple before soothing the sore spot immediately after. “don’t give me attitude, ‘ya hear?” to which you can only nod all the while trying to suppress your smile.
sukuna sighs and sooner than later, he finds himself also laying bare next to you; balls out and soft. the cool wind starting to lull him back to sleep.
“can i hold it?
for fuck’s sake. “close your damn eyes and go to sleep, please,” your boyfriend’s voice cracked at the last part— silently hoping that you don’t notice the flush starting to bloom on his neck.
you stay quiet and rest your head on his bicep while the quietness consumes you both.
he knows how mean he can be sometimes, which he honestly tries to do less. so, who is he to deny his sweet precious girlfriend of what she currently wants in the moment.
his dick was starting to twitch anyway. might as well indulge in your…unique way of doing certain things?
