#nahlatoru

[paythepricee]

nerdjo loves being messed with .ᐟ (╥﹏╥)

cw: humiliation, suggestiveness, pervy whipped nerdjo and popular reader .ᐟ

Satoru was sat—quite literally, at that. He didn’t really remember how he had gotten himself in this predicament—but, to be honest, he didn’t care. None of that mattered…what matters is you.

The way you carried yourself, the way you spoke, hell—the way you did literally anything. Just you. Only you. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

You had hoisted yourself onto one of the many desks in the classroom, that snarky grin gracing your features as you looked down at Satoru. His papers were scattered across the floor—math notes, science studies…and what really got you was the various sketchbooks and notebooks he had laid out.

“Wow, Toru, must be one of many talents, hm?” you chirped, causing a wracking shudder on his end. His skin tingled, heating up his cheeks before skimming its way down south—a little hiccup falling past his parted lips.

“M-mm…yeah, yeah—“ was all he managed to mutter, sucking in saliva through his teeth as he bobbed his head down. He was basically burning holes through the floor.

This was… humiliating? if that was even the word for it.

He liked it. Fuck, he loved it. He loved the way his brain seemed to tune out everything besides you. Your friends laughing in the background, the absence of proper authority—it all kind of sunk in. Already accustomed to and acknowledged.

“Be a babe and let me see?” you asked, more of a demand if anything. Who would he be to say no to you anyway? with the way you cooed it out, it was basically enough to make him cum on the spot. On the floor.

He scrambled to his knees momentarily, handing you his book with his heart thumping—he seemed to hesitate, knowing what was in there.. but the thrill of you finding out? it thrilled him. “Okay,” he whispered, his blue gaze flickering between you and the book. Back and forth.

Averting your gaze, he quickly got back to work in picking up his scattered pages all over the floor. He was so pleased by your mere presence he had almost forgotten you were the one who had knocked them down.

So, with a few flicks of your wrist, you got to work. Each entry of his “sketch diary” mix seemed “normal” enough—until you landed on a peculiar page.

It was so obviously you. Drawn out. In the sketch, you were so prettily perched on some sort of surface—the anatomy drawn out almost perfectly. Though, you could note the very, very specific details.

The lace of your bra strap, the individual sparkle on your earrings, and each freckle and spot scattered across your collarbones like consultations, the cleavage.

You could feel your face getting hot, your demeanor faltering momentarily. You wanted to be irked—grossed out even, but you couldn’t find yourself to.

So with an irritable grunt, your foot found its way under his chin—tilting it up so he has no choice but to look at you. His eyes flicker everywhere—from the entry, to your pretty face, to your skirt riding up and the smooth expanse of your leg lifting him.

“O-oh! those are just some..” yeah. There was no explaining in this.

“Shut up.” You nearly laugh out—pointing at the drawing before tossing the book on the floor openly. The pressure point on his chin almost hurt—not too physically, yet his pulse jumped. The real devastation was that grin you had. He felt belittled, in the best way possible.

“Didn’t know I was someone’s muse,” you said, speaking to both him and your friends. Out loud.

“I’m sorry..” he winced, face a bright pale pink as he tried shimmying his way out of your sight. None of that seemed to work in his favor.

“awe, it’s ’kay Toru. Maybe we should check that phone of yours next?” you suggested.

this was going to be a long period. Not that he was complaining anyway.

“My phone?” he practically prayed.

“Mhm…then, maybe if you’re lucky, we have a nice long chat about it after class. How does that sound?” you joked. But honestly, you really weren’t.

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[paythepricee]

make me a sandwich (cuddling with nerdjo after failing an exam)

⋆˚꩜｡ cuddling w nerdjo after failing a exam .ᐟ (it’s okay though, not only do you get his affection, but also some sweet treats hehe) fluff and suggestiveness .ᐟ

a/n: i wrote this while half asleep so be warned… (non proof read)

“You’re so, so lucky you’re cute Toru.”

was the latest thing you mumbled, agitated with that sickeningly sweet voice of Satoru’s—laced with some daring type of delicacy. Like usual, you tried to be irritated with him. But, deep down, you couldn’t find anything in you to.

It wasn’t technically his fault you bombed your exam (spoiler alert…it definitely was). You’ve only came to that conclusion because every single time you two “hung out” it turns either well… heated, or, you just end up taking a fat nap on top of him. Or, he would take a fat nap on you. Which, also, was a win for him anyway. Though, studying with him was just as satisfying.

After all, who wouldn’t love sitting in their boyfriend’s lap?—perched up all pretty, ink etched scribbles scattering across the lined paper. It distracted you, to say in the least. Not the notes, but the way his glasses seem to fog up with each faltering breath, slipping down the slim of his nose. You seemed to distract him too.

Which also happened to be exactly what you were doing now. Except, instead of “studying”, you’re rather…revising! multitasking. It was a little hard knitting your brows together in an attempt to seem annoyed while also trying to disregard that smug, silly look on his face.

“Look, baby, why don’t you just take a tiny break? you’ve been crossing things out for what feels like centuries..” he whined, lips perking out all pouty. Shit, and that always got to you. The constant whining, the constant need for attention? god.

Okay, maybe you’ve been at it an hour or two. But, that’s only because you needed to make a little progress! what’s the shame in that? you figured you’d listen to his previous advice, so all those “studying” sessions didn’t have to go to waste.

“After I do this last one—see! this is the one I struggled on.” you basically babbled out, though, those pretty parted lips still seemed to divert his demeanor and focus from what truly needed to get done. He adored you, and was always willing to help.

But, sometimes, you seem to overwork yourself. Even being the absolute geek he is, part of him still knew one exam wouldn’t be the end of the world. You’re his. He wouldn’t want you stressing yourself out over something so stupid—especially for that long.

“‘Kay, just let me go grab some water and i’ll be back.” is the only thing you seemed to acknowledge.

There was some leftover chocolates from Valentine’s day he had stashed in the pantry, also packed with sweet, salty, and spicy snacks (especially ones you seemed to enjoy most). It was like a little peace offering! for you to take a break, and for him to get his daily dose of cuddles!

So, with a slight pep in his step, he sauntered his way to the kitchen—socks padding down the stairs as you address the pure agitation you took out on paper.

Within seconds, you already made yourself comfortable on the plush pillows adorning his bed. You were lying on what seemed to be a creeper pillow, a cream colored comforter soft and secure against your relaxing figure. And the sonic plushies? cute.

Within minutes, he was back—a little plate platter in hand. It had some of your favorites! and honestly, the real snack had to be those stupid pajama pants he was wearing. What laid beneath it perhaps?

They were quite silly—pink matching ones he has with you. Valentines themed, of course. Little brown bears, hearts, and chocolate boxes scattered all over. The best part? you didn’t have to beg for him to wear it. He just does it. For him, it was just a great opportunity to portray his outward obedience and the sheer strength you had held over him. Even though it was just pajama pants, the thought is what counts!

“Chocolates, chips, and water. Didn’t lie about that part.” He grinned, dimples flashing with fondness.

“Aweee! thank you Toru, you know just how to cheer me up.” was all it took from you. Seconds was all it took for him to already be wrapped around you, head resting on the crook of your neck with his larger arms landing on your hips. It was content full, full of care.

You hum, feeling fulfilled as your fingers find their way to the plate with chocolates. You grab onto one, the smooth, lined surface bumping against your digits. You bring it up to your eyes.

Something hit you.

“Silly—these aren’t those Valentines chocolates,” you giggle. And all he could do in response is hide his face in your silky shirt.

“Y-yeah..I wanted to help ‘de-stress you’?” was all he managed to muster. You swear, if he was a dog, his ears would be pinned back—and with the way he barely managed to muffle it out? it was gonna be a long night.

(Spoiler alert number two—you ate them anyway!)

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