#nerdy gojo

[flvvffy]

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐘!𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

nerdy!satoru who's heart nearly exploded when you asked him for help with your assignments. the girl he'd been staring at whenever you happened to be in the same vicinity was now standing in front of him, lips pursed, one hand clutching the strap of your bag, eyes pleading, hoping he'd say yes. and of course he did. he'd be stupid not to.

nerdy!satoru who couldn't maintain eye contact for too long as he was teaching you. you're all ears while he's explaining, staring straight into his eyes, his soul even, making him nervous and stutter a few times. other times even confusing the concepts as he's trying to calm himself down. it's cute really.

nerdy!satoru who malfunctioned the first time you kissed his cheek as a thank you before leaving. it just happened so suddenly. his eyes blown wide behind his glasses, his heart pounding faster than ever before, the sweat forming in his palms, his throat going dry all because of you. his face and ears turn red as you walk out and it's the only thing he can think about for the rest of the day.

nerdy!satoru who officially became your tutor since you actually understood him better. he made things simple to understand and memorize. gave you strategies on how to study better. he even helped you organize an actually useful timetable and allowed you to borrow his summaries at times. thoughts of dropping out soon were thrown out the window because of your cute tutor who gave tou hope.

nerdy!satoru who did everything in his power to make sure you never left any session without doubts. he could explain the concept as many times as he can, change the wording, give multiple examples, include personal experiences even if it's for the whole session, he has to make you understand. he just loves to see the face you make when you finally understand something.

nerdy!satoru who agreed rather quickly when you asked if you could treat him to some dessert. it wasn't the dessert that he truly desired, though it was great, he wanted to spend some extra time with you. a setting where you could talk and laugh outside of your studies. watch the smile stretch across your lips as he narrates one of his childhood experiences. the way you laugh in between your own funny stories. because to him, he feels closer to you. closer in a way he never thought could be.

nerdy!satoru who only saw roses and pink hearts surrounding you when you do anything. you're hunched over the desk, biting your lower lip in concentration, one hand on your cheek, brows furrowed as you attempt the question he gave you. he keeps his eyes on you, noticing every movement, every breathe you took with a growing smile on his face and a pink tint on his cheeks.

nerdy!satoru who celebrated with you when you saw massive improvements after a test. you ran to him with the biggest smile on your face, arms wide and you hugged him, almost knocking him over. "what's all this for?", he awkwardly wrapped his arms around you.

"thank you so much! you're the best!!!", you pulled back and placed a kiss on his cheek, cupping his reddening face in your hands with tears of joy in your eyes and hugged him again.

nerdy!satoru who finally got the courage to ask you out after one of your sessions which you abruptly agreed to. "took you long enough", you joked and kissed him. but this time where he had always imagined you'd kiss him

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝐅𝐋𝐕𝐕𝐅𝐅𝐘

[nanaschef]

୨୧ Nerdy Shy Gojo asking you for a date.

You’re just about to leave college when someone calls your name.

You turn- and there’s Satoru.

He’s standing a few steps away, backpack slung over one shoulder. He looks….weirdly stiff. Like he practiced this and immediately forgot everything.

“Oh- hi,” he says. Too fast. Then quieter, “Hi.”

You wait.

He clears his throat, adjusts his grip on his bag, then immediately drops whatever confidence he had.

“So-um this is gonna sound really stupid, but I swear I’m trying my best.”

That alone makes you smile.

He rubs the back of his neck, eyes darting anywhere but your face.

“I was wondering- no, I was thinking- actually I’ve been thinking about this for like… a while.”

He laughs nervously. “Too long. Definitely too long.”

Students pass by. He shifts closer, lowering his voice like this is a secret.

“I just… I really like talking to you. And being around you. And I thought maybe if you wanted- we could hang out.”

You tilt your head. “Hang out?”

He panics.

“No- date,” he blurts. “I mean if that’s okay. Like, an actual date. Outside. Not here. Somewhere normal.”

His ears are red now. Fully red.

“We could get coffee,” he adds quickly. “Or food. Or just walk around. I don’t care. I just-”

He stops, takes a breath, then looks at you properly.

“Please,” he says softly, almost shy. “I’ve been trying to ask you for days and I keep chickening out.”

You don’t answer right away, and he immediately folds.

“It’s okay if you say no,” he rushes. “I won’t make it weird. I’ll still be normal. Well- normal for me.”

Then, quieter, almost pleading: “I just thought I’d ask before I lose the nerve again.”

Your heart melts a little.

“…One date?” you say.

Gojo freezes.

“…that’s a yes, right?”

When you nod, his face lights up in the most genuine way- eyes wide, smile soft and stunned, like he can’t believe it worked.

“Really?” he asks, almost whispering. “Okay. I- okay.”

He laughs, shy and breathless.

“I promise I won’t mess it up probably- no okay- I might mess it up a little. But I’ll try really hard.”

As you walk away together, he stays just a step closer than before.

And you can tell-

This wasn’t easy for him.

Which somehow makes it even sweeter.

[darlingbambii]

nerd!Gojo can't keep things academic with you... (18+)

You swear you guys were just studying, Satoru Gojo tutoring you on some math formulas at his dorm.

So how did you end up squirming and a bit overstimulated underneath him?

"That's it, sweetheart. Eyes on me."

Satoru's voice cuts through the haze clouding your mind, low and commanding in a way that makes your thighs tremble. His glasses sit on the bridge of his nose crooked, fogging up at the edges but his bright blue eyes stay locked on you, and it sends a heat of need pooling down between your legs.

You're lying on his bed, textbook and notes scattered forgotten on his desk. Your shirt is tucked above your chest, your skirt rolled up around your waist. And Satoru is between your spread legs, one hand gripping your hips and the other between your thighs with devastating pressure.

"Satoru-" You gasp, your head falling back as his finger curls inside you, repeatedly finding that sweet spot that makes your vision flash white.

"Nuh-uh." His free hand comes up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing your bottom lip as he guides your face back toward his. "I said eyes on me. I want to see every expression you make when you fall apart."

There's something unfairly hot about the contrast, his geeky digimon jumper still on, his hair slightly mussed from your fingers running and tugging on the fluffy, white mess, those smart-boy glasses framing eyes that are currently devouring you whole. He looks like he should be awkwardly explaining the complicated formulas you can never seem to understand, not reducing you to a whimpering mess with his fingers.

"You're so wet for me," he murmurs, almost conversational, like he's commenting on the weather and not the obscene, wet sounds filling his dorm room. "Been thinking about this all through our study session, haven't you? Kept squirming in your seat, pressing those pretty thighs together."

You had been. God, you had been. Something about watching him work through complex equations, his long fingers moving across the page, his tongue darting out to wet his lips in concentration. It was driving you insane.

"Please," you breathe, rocking your hips against his hand, chasing more friction.

"Please what?" His thumb finds your clit, circling with maddening lightness. "Use your words, sweetheart. You're smarter than you think. I know you can tell me exactly what you need."

"More," you manage, your fingers clutching at his shoulders. "I need more, I need-"

"Need me inside you?" He leans in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. "Need me to fuck you properly?"

"Yes, god, yes-"

He withdraws his fingers, and you nearly sob at the loss, but then you hear the rustle of fabric as he takes his pants off, and anticipation coils tight in your core. Satoru pushes his glasses up with one finger, such a casually nerdy gesture that it shouldn't be as hot as it is, before gripping your hips with both hands.

"Wrap your legs around me," he instructs, and you obey without thinking, your body responding to the quiet authority in his voice.

When he pushes inside you, it's one slow, deliberate thrust that fills you completely. Your back arches, a broken moan escaping your lips, and Satoru makes a low sound of satisfaction.

"Fuck, you feel perfect," he groans, his forehead dropping to rest against yours. For a moment, he stays still, letting you adjust, his breath coming in short pants that fog his glasses further. "So perfect for me."

Then he starts to move, and conjuring a coherent thought becomes impossible.

His rhythm is measured at first, deep rolls of his hips that hit every sensitive spot inside you, but there's a building intensity to it. One hand slides up to fist in your hair, tugging your head back so he can mouth at your throat, teeth grazing your pulse point.

"That's my sweet girl," he murmurs against your skin between kisses. "Taking me so well. Look at you."

You can barely speak. Each attempt falling apart into a moan. "Satoru, I'm close, I'm-"

"I know, baby. I can feel you tightening around me." His thrusts become harder, more purposeful, and the hand not in your hair slides between your bodies to find your clit again. "Cum for me. I want to feel you fall apart on my cock.”

The combination of his fingers, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you, and his voice, that commanding, confident voice, sends you over the edge. Your orgasm crashes through you in waves, your body tensing and shuddering as pleasure whites out everything else.

"That's it, just like that," Satoru groans, his rhythm faltering as your walls clench around him. "You're so fucking beautiful."

He follows moments later, his hips stuttering as he buries himself deep, your name falling from his lips like a prayer. For a long moment, you stay like that, tangled together, both breathing hard.

When he finally pulls back to look at you, his glasses are completely fogged now, and you can't help but laugh breathlessly. He grins. That boyish, slightly dorky grin that made him so endearing to you, and takes his frames off to clean them on his jumper.

"So," he says, his voice returning to that casual, almost academic tone, though his eyes still glitter with satisfaction. "Ready to get back to studying? Or do you need another break first?"

"I think I'm going to need more breaks."

"Good," he murmurs, setting his glasses back on his nose. "I was hoping you'd say that."

[septembercalls]

“i’ll keep you my dirty little secret ;)”

popular girl x nerdjo part_one/3 #1 — oral2satoru ; praise&reassurance bleh ^_^,, haven’t looked over yet so please mercy on me for any mistakes // nsfw

Fucking Satoru wasn’t just good—it was obscene how perfect it felt. Good doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface,, it’s heaven and hell all at once, bouncing on his dick for hours with no one around to stop you, your body clinging to him like it was made to take every inch, over and over, until your wrecked and begging for more. Satoru may be a loser in every other aspect, but in bed, he’s pure bliss. Every thrust drives straight through you, making your nails dig into his back and your hips ride harder, moans, and the filthy, delicious ache of being stuffed so completely by him that you forget how to even think, only knowing how good it feels to be enveloped around his pulsing dick inside of you.

It was supposed to be just a simple tutoring session. But, well… organic chemistry had never exactly been your strong suit. So it wasn’t much of a shock when, a few weeks before the first quarter ended, you found yourself in the dean’s office, basically being begged to get your act together—or risk being kicked out of university. Leaving wasn’t even an option; what would everyone say when they find out you’d been expelled?

That’s when they sent Satoru to help you. White, messy hair that looked like he’d just rolled out of bed, bright blue eyes framed by long, thick lashes… he was somehow intimidating and adorable all at once, though you would rather be caught dead than admit that to anybody, and while you’d assumed the baggy clothes hid a skinny, lanky frame,, well that’s what you expected at least, you would get peeks that would disagree with what you convinced yourself he would be. You led him to your dorm complaining and that entire time he stayed silent, overthinking everything he wanted to say but then it’d be too long between what you said so he’d just end up keeping quiet not wanting to embarrass himself in any way cursing at himself in his head for not being able to talk to you, tightly gripping his backpack straps.

You used your key to unlock your dorm and walked in with him, pointing to your side of the dorm as you sat down on your bed. He re-adjusted his glasses nervously, fingers tapping against the big textbook he was holding. “Uh… okay, so, nucleophiles—” he began, voice soft and shaky at once , “they donate electrons to electrophiles, which are… uh… electron-loving molecules..”,, You leaned closer, pretending to try to focus but really just staring at him. “Mmm… okay, that’s fine and all, but like… can you show me? Maybe… closer?”

He cleared his throat, he leaned over your bed to grab his a random notebook from his backpack to show you a visual example, his baggy hoodie rode up a little, and your eyes widened. Beneath all that fabric was… well, not what you expected. As he leaned over, his hoodie rode up just enough to reveal the lean V-shape of his lower abs tapering down into his hips, and the subtle curve of strong, toned obliques and that sharp V-line. It was the kind of muscular definition that wasn’t overdone—just enough to hint at the strength hidden beneath his oversized hoodie, making it impossible not to notice. You definitely weren’t expecting that, like at all. You convinced yourself in your head that he, of all people, did not have any type of definition on him whatsoever.

And goodness… it was a slippery slope from there. Two college students alone in the same room, the quiet punctuated only by soft sighs and the nervous hum of anticipation. Your roommate wouldn’t be back for the week, and the thought of having the space entirely to yourselves made the air between you almost electric.

Before you knew it, you were leaning closer, your hands brushing his, lingering longer than necessary. Satoru was shaking, nervous and excited all at once. You bit your lip softly, a shiver running down his spine as you let your fingers trace the back of his hand, careful but deliberate. “Have you… ever felt this close to someone like this?” you murmured, your voice low and teasing, yet gentle.

Satoru’s eyes widened, cheeks coloring in a way that made your heart flutter. He swallowed, glancing anywhere but at you, his calm exterior completely stripped away. “I… no,” he admitted, voice almost too quiet to hear, “I haven’t.”

A slow smile curved on your lips, your thumb brushing over the back of his hand in a reassuring, intimate gesture. “then why don’t I be your tutor, just this once mkay?” you whispered. The words felt heavy, soft, and electric all at once.

Satoru’s eyes finally met yours, and for a moment, the world narrowed to just the two of you. His hand hesitated, then slowly, almost reluctantly, found yours. The warmth of his skin against yours sent a thrill up your arm, and a soft laugh escaped your lips, part teasing, part pure delight. “i.. wa— okay..” he replied, a shiver of vulnerability undertones within his words.

You softly sunk down to your rug on the floor, getting on your knees and spreading Satorus’ thighs slowly, “you’re gonna do my final paper for me, right?” you winked and smiled at him as you pulled down his sweatpants, his face reddening as soon as you made the remark,, your hands slowly and agonizingly slow inched towards the elastic band of his briefs. You pulled it down to reveal his lengthy and girthy dick, already hard and leaking an unrestrained amounts of pre-cum. He whimpered as the cool air waved around it, your right hand softly wrapped around his dick as it twitched slightly in your hands, your left hand rested atop his inner thigh.

“i’ll take care of you, okay baby?”, he nodded a bit hesitantly, holding onto your reassurance like a lifeline. You gave him a little kiss to his tip before engulfing your warm wet mouth around it. He let out a soft “mffphhh”, his dick now covered in slick saliva as you deepened yourself to go further down to where his balls met, gagging out a bit just due to how big he was.He gasped softly, every nerve of his aligned with your touch. You began to bob your head up and down torturously drawn-out, his hands clutched into your hair, almost like an anchor as he was getting lost in the moment. He couldn’t stop the low cries and the whimpers that exited out of his mouth as your pace on him switched between a steady constant to achingly unhurried. “f-fuck.. hah— wait ohmygo—”, his vision becoming blurry eyed, tears brimming at the outer corner of his eyes, his blue eyes trembling as he watched you indulge on him.

His dick began to twitch uncontrollably, his pleas becoming more desperate as he had one hand grabbing a fistful of your hair and one gripping your sheets, “you’re doing so well baby”, you reassured him. For double stimulation, the hand you were using to rest atop his thigh was now massaging his seemingly heavy balls. He let out a sharp gasp as pure ecstasy washed over him. “fuck! ngh.. you’re so good to m-me!”. Poor baby couldn’t hold it inside anymore, “w..wait please i’m gonna cu—”

“it’s okay sweetheart, it’s okay..” you cooed to him, your nose was a bit snotty and tears running down your cheeks as you came up from his dick, giving it a nice pop!

He bit his lip, almost splitting it just due to pure bliss he had gotten from you. His dick convulsed one last time before he came all over your neck and face, he let out a small whimpers as he shuddered from his release.

“ i-i’m sorry for the mess..”, he sheepishlyapologized, readjusting his glasses.

“my paper better be done by tuesday, i cannot let people find out i’m fucking you

a/n: i have such a plan for this cute three part series! not a clue for the ending but i know how it gonna go on, i hope u guys like this :), i get inspired by songs so “dirty little secret” immediately reminded me to make a fic like this! :3 🍰

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

SNEAK PEAKS OF THEE DRAFTS 🤭🤭 CUMMING SOON!

[kgymya]

love, your secret admirer

synopsis oh? In the days leading up to Valentine’s Day, you start finding handwritten letters tucked into the most unexpected places — slipped between the pages of your notebook, resting on your desk before class, waiting inside your locker like a secret meant only for you. They’re thoughtful, personal, and written by someone who clearly knows you well. They mention the way you scrunch your nose when you’re thinking, how you always hum the same song under your breath, how you pretend not to like attention but secretly crave reassurance. Yet, you find each letter is signed the same way: "love, your secret admirer". who could it possibly be?

pairing nerd!satoru gojo x reader

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[vampziez]

Art credit: Leimiruu on X !

Part: (1/?)

Paring: Nerdjo x Fem reader ! !

Synopsis’s: Reader gets saved by Nerdjo when skipping classes and during a game of 7 minutes in heaven reader makes it up to him!

.ೃ࿔*:･

You've seen Satoru around the campus, always huddled in his own friend group walking past his table at lunch and hearing his conversation, taking a peek at him and you notice the games they play. Card games with women in little to no clothes on. You scoff, sitting at yoir table. You’ve never talked to him, until one day you were skipping class. Roaming the halls with your friends you tense when you hear a teacher come down the hall. Your friends are quick to ditch you.

As the teacher scolds you on skipping classes you hear someone clear their throat. You look over to the noise, White hair and thick glasses catch your attention. Satoru, who holds up a slip of paper. “ She was- was helping me with something.. I’m a teacher's Aid.” He mutters, barely audible.

The teacher takes the slip, raising a brow and looking it over. “ Alright.. but you two need to stick together next time..” and with that the teacher walks away. You look over at him, a sigh of relief leaving your lips. You wrap your arms around him, pressing your body close to his. “ Thank you! Thank you! You're seriously a life saver!” He tenses, face flushing slightly as he looks down, your chest squished against his.

You notice, grinning. “ you wanna peek? You did save me after all..” he gasps, pulling himself away. “ No! That wouldn’t be very gentlemanly! “ he says, looking away from you. You raise a brow, looking at him. Everyone knows he’s a perv. You shrug it off. “ Alright, but I owe you!” He nods, looking back at you. You notice the small pout on his lips. “ Alright, see you later~” You pat his back and run off.

You see him a few more times, always there when you are about to get in trouble. Skipping classes, he had a pass written for you both. You forgot to collect papers, he had them collected already. He’s always there when you need help. You were skipping classes again, roaming around the halls when you stumbled upon the clubs, specifically the game club, which Satoru so happened to be in.

Pushing the door open and peeking your head inside, you spot him, his back turned to you. Slowly creeping up you get close enough to blow in his ear. He jumps, turning to look at you while covering his ear. peeking at his cards, which, to no one’s surprise, is another woman in a bikini, she looks oddly familiar, sharing some resemblance to you. You laugh, resting your head on his shoulder. “ Is that your type? She’s cute.” You say, looking at the card again. He quickly hides it. “ No! What are you- what are you doing here??” He whispers, his ears and nape red. “ I haven’t seen you today, what if I needed help escaping a hall monitor?” You pout.

“ Oh- uhm, I’m kinda busy.. today is usually club days..” he mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck. You hum, pulling a chair to sit next to him. You realize the other group members are staring at you. They look you up and down. You shudder, turning your attention to Satoru. “ If I didn’t know any better I’d say this was the virgin club instead of the gaming club..” you mutter loud enough for him to hear. He frowns. “ We may be nerds but that doesn’t mean we’re virgins.” He turns his face away from you. You pause. “ I didn’t mean-“ he cuts you off. “ We're actually in the middle of something important. So, if you could show yourself out.” He turns back to the game. You sit there, frowning before scoffing and getting up abruptly, the chair legs scrape against the floor as you leave.

A month passes, and you don’t see much of Satoru after that, almost as if he was avoiding you. You got invited to a party, hearing rumors going around that everyone would be there. You go, not thinking much of it. The whole school seems to be there, even Satoru’s nerd friends?? You look around the room, not seeing Satoru himself. Your friends pull you to a room, saying something about playing a game. You agree, letting yourself be pulled away.

you find yourself sitting in a circle in a random bedroom with Satoru coincidentally sitting in front of you. Drink in his hands as he takes small sips from it as he looks around the room. His eyes land on you. You meet his gaze, noticing his eyes linger on you for a few seconds before looking away. Your friend starts talking, explaining the game you’re going to play. Everyone decided on 7 minutes in heaven, getting all giddy and talking about who they want to be paired with.

After half an hour you get the bottle, sitting up so you can spin it. Everyone stares at the bottle to see who it lands on, your eyes widen as it stops, the bottle pointed at Satoru,his eyes widen as well as he looks up at you. You both get pushed into the closet, hearing everyone laugh. You sigh, looking at him. “ Hey..” you say, leaning against a wall. “ Hello..” he replies, looking at the ground. You look up at him, laughing. “ So.. enjoying the party?” You ask, stepping closer. “ Huh? Oh, yeah! It’s uh, it’s fun, kind of.. stereotypical? Jocks drinking and hooking up..” he laughs to himself.

You hum, nodding. “ I guess it is, yeah.” You stop in front of him, looking up. You hear him gulp, staring down at you. “ Have you ever played this game? You know how things usually go in here?” You ask, tucking hair behind your ear. He notices, nodding and looking away. “ yeah, I’m not dumb..” he leans back. You frown. “ Hey, about what I said.. I didn’t mean it in a bad way, I swear! I was a virgin too!” You blurt out, leaning closer, forcing him to look at me. “ I feel bad.. you kinda ghosted me.. I couldn’t find you anywhere! And you didn’t help me out when I-“ he cuts you off. “ So I’m useful when you need me? Is that the only time when you want to talk to me??” He frowns, crossing his arms. You cock a brow at him, crossing your arms as well.

“ Listen, first of all. No, you’re not only useful when I need help. Second, I don’t mean to use you! I just meant that I couldn’t find you no matter what-“ you frown, grabbing his hands. His eyes widen and he leans back. “ You’re more than an accomplice to skipping class! Here- I owe you. I’ll do anything you want. Right now. Anything- I mean it.” You stare up at him, your brows furrowed. He stares at you, mouth agape. He swallows thickly, looking at you then your chest. “ give- give me a boobjob..” his face is bright red, sweating like crazy.

You blink at him, laughing softly before getting on your knees. “ Alright, come here pretty boy, show me what you’re made of~” you place your hands on his pants, lowering them. He shudders, watching you pull them down. As they hit the floor, you palm him through his boxers, leaning closer to kiss it. “ Are you nervous?” You mumble, licking a long stripe up his dick. His breath hitches, whimpering. You pull back, surprised. He stares at you, his face getting impossibly redder.

“ Its- it’s okay! I like that you’re vocal!” You say abruptly. “ Shut up and continue.” He mumbles, hiding his face in his hands. You laugh, rubbing your cheek against the tent in his boxers. You pull his boxers down, your breath hitching as you take in his size. He’s long, thick towards the middle with a pretty pink tip. You bite your lip, drooling. “ Holy shit.. ‘Toru.. you’re hung!” His dick twitches at the nickname. “ don’t- don’t talk next to it! Your- your breath..” he shudders. You giggle, kissing his length before pulling back.

“ I’m going to have to wet it, promise not to finish too quickly?” You wink, spitting in your hand. He watches with an intense gaze, watching the way you use your spit covered hand to stroke him, his hips bucking. You spit on his tip, licking it before getting him completely covered in your saliva. You lower your top, pulling your bra down and spit between your breasts, pushing them together to make a wet entrance. “ Okay! Ready! You wanna move or should I?”

He blushes, leaning against the wall. “ You can move.. I don’t wanna hurt you somehow.” You nod, scooting closer to him. He watches, biting his lip. You press his dick between your breasts, pushing them against him. He gasps, hunching over as he whines. “ oh wow- fuck, they’re soft.” He moans, his hips jerking as you move your breasts up and down his length, you mouth opening to spit on his tip, moving your hands faster. “ Yeah? Be good and I’ll let you suck on ‘em after~ Kay?” You wink, watching as he nods, his face red and sweaty. You move your hands up and down, stroking him with your breasts.

He continues to let out pathetic whimpers, his hands going to your shoulders, slowly jerking his hips up into your breasts. After a while he starts to thrust, panting heavily as he spills precum all over your chest. You moan, looking at him. His eyes are closed, sweat rolling down his face as he fucks your chest faster. “ oh my god I’m cumming! I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m cum-!” His eyes open, rolling back as he releases over your face and chest. Thick, hot spurts of cum landing on your flesh, leaving it burning. You shudder, looking at him. “ Holy shit..” you pant, licking your lips. .

He pulls his dick out, one last spurt hitting you in your cheek, he gasps, cupping your face. “ I am SO sorry- let me clean you-“ he goes to wipe your face, pausing when you start to lick your face, scooping cum and licking it off your fingers. “ you need to diet better.. it’s kinda bitter.” He stares at you, mouth open. “ Is this happening again?” He asks, grabbing a random shirt and wiping the rest of his cum off. You let him, closing your eyes. Once he finishes, tossing the shirt to the side. “ well, I’d like it to happen again, but if you don’t that’s fine.” You look at him. He looks back. “ I- I want it to happen again.. I liked it..” he blushes.

You laugh, jumping when you hear the door start to open. Satoru quickly pulls his pants up while you stand up. The door opens, your friends stand there, laughing. Thankfully everyone seems drunk enough to not notice what just happened. You walk out, glancing at Satoru who’s beet red, pushing his glasses up. He meets your gaze, quickly turning his head away. You laugh, grabbing his hand, pulling him away from the group. “ I’m hungry, let’s go get some food.” You hum, leaning into his arm. “ You're hungry? Didn’t you just eat..” he doesn’t finish. You grin at him. “ you perv~! I want real food!” You laugh, walking out with him.

˚₊‧꒰ა ✦ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

A/N: Hello! Thank you for reading! I intend on making this a 3 part series but I might make it longer or shorter, depending on how the rest of the parts go!

Thanks again for reading

- Vampz ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

[babybunnybratt]

“You havent blinked once…”

“Neither has he.”

You had locked eyes with him as soon as he had sat down in the communal coffee shop attached to your university. He was sat across the room from you, hot chocolate and laptop infront of him as he held your gaze like a deer stuck in headlights. You were smiling slightly as you kept the intense stare between the two of you, slightly rising one your eyebrows as he reached for his cup then froze.

“Who even is that?”

“Some guy in my psych class…always asks if I have a pen he can borrow, even with four infront of him.”

He shifted in his seat as he felt your stare envelop him, you werent intimidating usually, but something about how dominant your stare was, had him completely captivated by you. You picked up your cup, took a tiny sip of your lavender chai tea then sat it back down, licking your lips gently as he gulped hard and pushed himself to sit straighter in his chair.

“I think he just came in his pants.”

“God I hope so.”

Denki, Amajiki, nerdy Gojo, Megumi, Yuji.