ꨄ︎ ❝ NERD!GOJO tutoring his
crush! ❞
NERDJO, who is over the moon when he overhears you and the professor talking about how you will be failing physics if you continue like this. Now, don’t get him wrong, he would’ve hated seeing your pretty face all wet with fat tears. But who wouldn’t be ecstatic at the thought of tutoring their crush? Surely, you can't deny Satoru. He's the top of the class, always scoring the highest scores and getting praised. He's perfect for the role of your physics tutor!
NERDJO, who thinks of all the things he and you can do during those private lessons during his classes. He's staring at you with those big, blue eyes through his glasses, dreaming about how you two would sit so close -so close he can smell your sweet perfume, catch a glimpse of the way your shirt hugs your breasts from his peripheral vision while he desperately tries to keep his eyes from drifting further there not to creep you out- as he tries to explain quantum mechanics to you. At one point you probably feel his gaze and turn to him and oh God, he almost cums at the thought of you looking at him with those gorgeous eyes when you're alone. Satoru gulps and turns his head towards the professor.
NERDJO, who brainstorms ideas on how to offer to tutor you. None seem realistic enough, though, if he's being honest with himself. "Hey, I heard you needed help with physics and I consider myself pretty good at it-" Satoru groans internally because, firstly, he's a hundred percent sure he wont get past the "hey," part. He's going to go red faced and stutter "I- uh, I, um, I heard-" like an idiot and you'll think he's a loser and he'll lose his chance altogether. Secondly, what if you tell him you dont want a tutor? What does he do then? It's totally valid, considering he also wouldn't want a tutor and try to figure it out by himself as always, but it would be so unfortunate for poor Satoru because this is his only chance to maybe confess!
NERDJO, who looks at you wide eyed, glossy lips slightly parted as you ask him to tutor you, a pinkish blush on your cheeks. You're actually asking him to tutor you. He thought about how to offer you all day but you came to him by yourself. This might be once in a life time opportunity. Satoru is snapped out of his daze when the word "pay-" leaves your lips. Satoru immediately shoots down the idea with a shake of his head, messing up his white strands. He pushes his glasses further up his nose. "No, no, I, uhm, I'd be happy to help you. You don't need to pay." If anything, he should be giving you something back for giving him this chance! You obviously look surprised, but ultimately agree because he's the best in campus. You two arrange a meeting in your house and Satoru can barely keep himself from buzzing with excitement.
NERDJO, who dresses in his best clothes and sprays his most pleasant smelling cologne as he gets ready. He even practices what he'll say in front of the mirror just to not look like an embarrasing nervous wreck in front of his crush. He sits on his bed, imagining what you'll wear. You'll most likely dress appropriately for the setting, but he cant help but hope for you to wear something short and teasing -a skirt thats barely considered suitable to wear in front of him, thighs on display. or a low cut top that blesses his eyes with your cleavage- God, he fucking loves the thought of that. Perhaps a little too much 'cause he masturbates at the thought before leaving his house.
NERDJO, who shows up at your doorstep blushing and nervous even after all his practicing. "Hi." He greets. Satoru cringes internally at the near-crack in his voice. You greet him back politely and lead him to your room where you'll be studying. Satoru subtly tries to look at his surroundings, taking in your belongings and the way you decorated your room before his eyes fall on you. As expected, you're dressed in appropriate clothes, that doesnt stop him from wondering what you're wearing underneath, however. He knows it’s pervy but he cant help himself when you're so beautiful!
NERDJO, who is hyper-aware of your presence right next to him. It's just like he imagined that day. he can smell you, your perfume, your shampoo, your freshly washed clothes; he can see the way your lip juts out slightly in concentration, a hand supporting your head as your eyes follow the way he notes things on the paper. He has to act like he's not envisioning his fingers in your pussy, scissoring in you and making you cry out and squirt on his fingers from the pleasure he gives you. Satoru feels himself getting hard and shifts a little to not make it obvious to you, all the while trying to explain how The Schrödinger Equation works. "Well, you try now." he concludes, handing you the pen for you to solve a question. Your fingers brush against his and he feels like some high school boy with a crush. Ugh.
NERDJO, who helps you with the questions when you struggle. Is it weird he loves the way you depend on him to correct you? The way look up at him through your lashes, pouting a little when you get it wrong, a small smile pulling the corners of your lips up when you get it correct and he congratulates you. He wonders if you like the praises because Satoru would probably cum in his boxers untouched if you praised him with that voice. The rest of the lesson is of course filled with his dirty thoughts he's sure you'd scold him for. He manages to keep them at bay as he tutors you, though. It would be terrible if you noticed his hard-on.
NERDJO, who recieves a kiss on the cheek from you as he's leaving and he fucking freezes. His face goes red, heart going "thump! thump! thump!" that he's worried it'll burst out of his ribcage. Satoru stares at you like a fish, trying to get something reasonable out! Anything! But all he can say is "I-I, uh- That- You-" before he shuts up and mutters a "See you" without able to look you in the eyes. He quickly flees, thinking of what an idiot he is.
NERDJO, who knows it was an innocent, thank you kiss but still cant help fisting his cock while replaying the scene. He's whining and moaning like a slut, head thrown back as his glasses fog up. He speeds his hand up while picturing it was you who was jerking him off, talking him through it. The thought makes his breaths fasten, feeling himself get closer to the edge. His hand never falters, eyes shutting tightly as his back arches. It's not long before he’s moaning loudly and white liquid is oozing out of his tip, coating his hand. Satoru relishes the feeling of euphoria before finally opening his eyes and sighing in disappointment at the reality.
NERDJO, who can't make eye contact with you the other of out of shame.
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