nerd!tenya helps you pass algebra so he can get a reward ⭑.ᐟ
it’s tuesday. linear algebra class. a long, cold, miserable hour under a headache-inducing white fluorescent light.
you only took this class because someone told you the prof was totally chill, except he’s totally not, and now you’re locked in for the whole semester.
you always sit all the way in the back. you pretend to be typing on your laptop, but you’re actually online shopping for new clothes. your phone is on the desk, recording the lecture so you can listen to it later when you study. but you won’t. you never do.
when you get bored, you just start people-watching. it’s become a habit at college.
the guy sitting in front of you is texting his girlfriend. the girl next to you is taking notes on an ipad that looks obscenely expensive. two other girls are whispering so the prof won’t snap at them.
and that’s when you see him.
front row, since day one. dark, messy hair, like he couldn’t be bothered to brush it. black hoodie. glasses that he keeps pushing up with his middle finger. a backpack covered in pins that look like they’re from some pretty sketchy animes.
the kind of guy who probably collects action figures, even the ones of female characters with ridiculously oversized boobs. the kind of guy who turns in assignments early and apologizes for formatting errors. the kind of guy who definitely gets turned on when girls yell at him.
you watch him answer a question once, his voice so quiet you can barely hear it from your seat, and it makes you think of only one thing:
this guy is a total dork, and i want him in my bed right now.
at first, you don’t do anything about it. you just get closer, row by row, like a predator slowly circling its prey. he doesn’t even notice — he’s way too busy studying or whatever.
every single class, he’s hunching over his desk, writing in his notebook with those long fingers of his. he frowns whenever the prof messes something up. he still uses wired earbuds in the age of bluetooth.
you can feel this thing growing inside you every time he adjusts his glasses. every time he mumbles a that’s actually wrong… before trailing off, embarrassed. you want to sit on his lap and completely ruin his academic career.
after three weeks, you finally snap.
you catch him right after class on his way to the cafeteria, his earbuds hanging around his neck. his fingers are tangled in his hoodie strings, backpack slung over one shoulder, looking like he barely remembers he exists outside of the classroom.
he stops dead in his tracks when you call his name.
he’s taller than you expected, in a slightly awkward way. shoulders slouched, like he’s trying to make himself look smaller. his dark frames slide down his nose. he smells faintly of clean laundry and cedarwood cologne.
you hate the effect it has on you.
you lean in a little, smirking like you know a secret he doesn’t.
“you’re pretty smart, aren’t you?” you start. “way too smart. the type to correct the prof mid-lecture.”
“o-only if they’re, like, wrong? and that’s only sometimes!”
you step closer, near enough to see his pupils dilate a bit.
“i need some help with algebra, handsome,” you say, your voice dropping to a sweet purr. “and you seem like you’d be good at it. you know, prof īda… sounds great to me.”
his mouth opens. closes.
he nods, slow and dazed. your smirk widens.
“if you behave and help me pass,” your voice is slow enough to make him gulp, “i might even give you a little reward.”
you don’t wait for an answer; you just spin on your heel and walk away. when you look back, he’s still standing there. totally frozen, mouth slightly open, brain completely fried.
oh, this is gonna be so much fun.
tenya actually shows up at the library that night, even though you weren’t entirely sure he would. he arrives at exactly three minutes to seven, holding a massive stack of books.
“hey!” you greet him, flashing a smile as he sits down next to you. he almost drops the books right off the table.
“hi. so... what exactly are you struggling with?”
you don’t even bother pretending you know what’s going on. you just hand over your notes with a shrug and start watching him.
tenya is so serious. brows furrowed. lips pressed tight. you’re supposed to be studying, but all you can think about is what his hands would feel like around your neck. how red he’d get if you kissed him right this second and messed with his hoodie strings.
hours later, he’s already explained two chapters, drawn a graph, and unconsciously flexed his hands at least a dozen times.
you lean back, stretch, and smile sweetly at him.
“you’re a really great teacher, tenya.”
he gets all flustered and scratches the back of his neck.
“don’t thank me yet,” you murmur. “you’ve got office hours with me again tomorrow.”
you don’t do anything. not yet. you let him go home completely dazed, probably wondering if he imagined the whole thing.
over the next two weeks, you meet up with him three more times.
once in the library, once in the cafeteria, and once after class in an empty study room. each time, he gets a little bolder. not a lot, just enough for you to notice.
his knees brush against yours under the table. he teases you when you get a problem wrong. he holds your gaze just a fraction longer than before, until you’re the one who finally looks away first.
“i’m actually learning!” you admit one night.
he shrugs, a faint, almost cocky smile playing on his lips.
“credit goes to your tutor. you said if i behaved, i’d get a reward.”
his voice is deeper, lower, like he’s finally starting to realize the kind of effect he has on you.
“maybe on your last day on the job, handsome.”
you texted tenya on a thursday telling him this would be a “final review before the exam.”
he shows up in yet another hoodie and jeans combo. the lenses of his glasses are actually clean for once, a total miracle. his hair is still messy, but in a way that looks almost intentional.
you pretend you’re actually studying for fifteen minutes. fifteen. after that, you crawl right onto your classmate’s lap, settling yourself between his thighs, and tilt his chin up.
“i know i’m gonna pass this class... and it’s all thanks to you, tenya. so, can i finally give you your reward?”
tenya doesn’t even answer. he just leans in and kisses you like he’s been thinking about it for weeks.
and he’s so gentle. so eager. he kisses you with this intense, messy passion, his hands hovering right over your waist like he’s terrified of holding you too tight. you grind against him once, and he gasps out a groan.
“don’t tell me this is your first time?”
he flushes bright red, but his eyes are sharp now, gleaming under the dim light.
“and what makes you say that?”
“‘cause you’re a nerd, tenya. a total dork. you’ve never used a single unexcused absence. you have a million anime pins. oh, and you literally drop your phone whenever i look at you for more than five seconds!”
“so what?” he murmurs, his voice going raspy as he licks your lips. “i could still make you cum.”
your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. he chuckles, flashing a devastating smile. his glasses slide down his perfect nose, and his hands slide right up your thighs.
you don’t even make it past the first part of the “study” session before he already has you pinned to the couch.
the notebooks are forgotten on the floor. your panties are pushed down to your mid-thighs, tenya’s hoodie tossed somewhere in the room. one of his hands grips your chin while the other works you, two fingers buried deep inside you.
“where’d all that attitude go?” he whispers against your mouth, his breath hot and his voice low. “weren’t you calling me a nerd? a dork? isn’t that what you said, pretty?”
you gasp, trying to thrust your hips, but his grip is iron. his fingers curl right against your sweet spot, making you arch your back.
“say it,” he chuckles, moving his hand up to lightly wrap around your throat. “tell me i’m a loser. a dork.”
“you’re– aw, shit– you’re not!”
“what?” his thumb circles your clit. “didn’t hear you.”
it’s unbelievable how wet you are. cream is dripping down his knuckles, pooling right under your ass on the cushions. he’s still wearing his glasses, and they’re slightly fogged up now.
“please…” you sigh. “just... just fuck me already.”
he pulls his fingers out and brings them to his mouth, tasting you right in front of your eyes.
“asking so nicely, all whiny like that... man, i can’t say no,” he murmurs with a wicked grin. “i’m going to, doll. but we’re gonna play first.”
you expected him to drop to his knees, not lock his hands around your hips and toss you right over his face. īda lies down on the couch, sliding one arm under your thigh, pulling you down onto his mouth.
his tongue is filthy and sloppy. his sharp nose rubs against your clit with every single stroke, and he groans like he’s the one coming. you pant, grinding yourself against his handsome face, grabbing a fistful of his hair like a woman possessed.
he pulls back once to catch his breath, wetting his lips, his eyes hooded and his voice raw.
“so beautiful… i could stay down here all night.”
you cum right on his tongue, twice.
by the time he lets you up, your legs are shaking, and he’s hard. painfully hard.
“come here,” he says, gesturing. “come give me my little reward.”
you get on your knees without a second thought. his dick is thick, pre-cum dripping from the tip. it is way too big for the loser vibe he pulls off in class.
“tenya,” you whisper, wrapping your hand around him, sliding it slow up and down. “were you hiding this from me?”
“no, i was just waiting for you to find out,” he says, adjusting his glasses for the thousandth time tonight, looking completely smug.
you stroke him slowly, teasing him, then lean in and run your tongue along the underside. tenya’s breath hitches.
you take him into your mouth inch by inch, sucking your cheeks in. he groans and grips the back of your neck.
“so good for me…” he murmurs, his hips twitching. “you know exactly how to take a dick like a little slut, babe.”
you moan around his length, sighing at the taste, at the way his thigh tenses under your hand.
he fucks your mouth slowly. not too deep, not yet. just enough to make your eyes water. when he pulls you away, you’re breathless, spit dripping down your chin.
“get on the couch,” he commands. “on your hands and knees.”
you move quickly, bending over, and he lets out a low groan.
“look at you, holy fuck…”
he lines himself up behind you, sliding the head of his dick between your folds, and leans down to whisper in your ear.
“you really gonna let this virgin loser fuck you like this?” he murmurs, kissing your neck.
“stop, ‘nya…” you fake a whine. “please... want you…”
and he buries it all the way in, in one smooth thrust. you groan in shock, eyes rolling back. one of his hands digs into your hip, and the other presses between your shoulder blades, pinning you down.
he starts fucking you like he’s been waiting a lifetime for this. dirty, ruthless, fast, and hard. so deep you can barely think.
“not so cocky when you’re taking it like this, huh?” he pants. “still think i’m just a nerd?”
you scream and moan, your face buried in the pillow. tenya leans down, wrapping one hand firmly around your throat, groaning loud as you squeeze him tight.
“your pussy feels so fucking good, babe,” he whispers. “i knew it would. couldn’t stop thinking about it. fuck... i’m gonna wreck you.”
he pulls out and flips you over, completely ignoring your whine of protest. he pushes your legs all the way back against your chest and drives back in hard. you cum again, shaking and sobbing, and he covers your mouth with a deep kiss to catch your moans during the orgasm.
tenya pulls back just enough to look at you, sweat glistening on his forehead, his pupils completely blown.
“where do you want it?” he grunts, his hips twitching, right on the edge. “on your stomach? or that pretty little face?”
“jesus fucking christ…” he groans. “you’re such fucking a slut.”
he thrusts deep and slow as he comes, his hips rolling erratically against yours.
you both lock eyes through the whole thing, panting, completely spent. your bodies are tangled together on the cheap couch in your apartment.
he pulls out slowly, watching the semen leak out of you, and lets out a sly smirk.
“if i were your professor, i’d give you extra credit for that.”
