Seven Minutes in Heaven with Your Academic Rival— Nerdjo ( 18+)
You swear you’re going to cry—why, of all people, did it have to be his nerdy ass? The bane of your academic life.
That’s all you can think about while Shoko drags you and Satoru toward one of the closets.
Maybe you should just choke him for the full seven minutes. Tempting.
“Okay guys, try not to kill each other in there” Shoko says before pushing you both inside a little too hard.
You stumble forward and end up face-planting against something solid.
Warm.
Wait.
Since when did closet walls feel like that—
“Woah, not even five seconds in and you’re already on me… were you that desperate to get me alone?”
It takes you a second to process it.
That’s not a wall.
You lift your head slowly, only to see him grinning at you over his shoulder.
You push yourself away from him so fast you end up hitting the back of your head against the closet wall.
“Ouch” you mutter, rubbing the spot.
Great. What a way to embarrass yourself in front of him.
Satoru laughs, pushing his glasses up with those long fingers of his.
“Careful now… we don’t want that brain of yours to get hurt, do we?” he says, then tilts his head slightly. “And who’s going to lose debates to me?”
Your eye twitches, and you glare at him.
“Can’t you shut your mouth for one goddamn second?” you snap, crossing your arms over your chest, trying to look like his closeness isn’t affecting you—or the fact that his legs are almost touching yours.
“And move your stupid long fairy-stick legs.”
You kick his leg, and he immediately kicks yours back in return.
“Actually—” he says, raising a finger like the stupid hot nerd he is.
“If you’re smart… first—my legs are not fairy sticks. Long, sure. But not fairy sticks.”
His gaze flickers to you with a playful glint.
“Second, this closet is small. If your eyes can see that, darlin’…” He smiles at you like he’s just made the smartest point in the world. “We don’t exactly have room for personal space.”
“I don’t know why it has to be you out of all people” you say, pressing your back against the closet wall—maybe if you press hard enough, you’ll just merge with it and not have to deal with him.
“Well, same… but you don’t see me complaining,” he says, leaning back, all while staring at you.
Your heart rate picks up at the way his blue gaze trails over you, as if he can see right through your act of trying to look nonchalant.
“Stop… staring at me like t-that” you curse yourself at the way your voice cracks.
Satoru just smirks at you… he knows he has you right where he wants you.
“Why?… unless it’s doing something to your pretty little heart?”
Your fingers tighten around the hem of your denim skirt.
“Ew, ew, and ew… you’re not my type. And it’s just… closet heat. It’s really getting hot in here.”
You glance at the watch on your wrist. Ugh, since when are seven minutes so long? Come on… come on.
“Right… the closet heat. But why are you clenching your thighs?” he says, nodding at your legs as if to prove his point.
Oh my God—you hate him. You hate him, the way he can make your breath hitch and heat pool between your legs with just his stare alone.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself… I just want to, um, go to the restroom,” you say, looking anywhere but at him.
Satoru hums. Just when you think he’ll be quiet, he adds, “You sure you’re not lying?”
"About what?"
"That you're fucking wet." Satoru steps forward, closing the already small distance between you two.
Your cheeks flush, and mouth falls open.
"Excuse me- that's not- you can't say things like that-"
He cages you in against the closet wall, his body pressing into yours, trapping you even more.
"Say that I'm wrong..." Satoru challenges, his voice a low rumble, his gaze intense as he looks down at you. The way he says it sends a shiver down your spine.
But you're not one to back down. You meet his eyes, your expression defiant. "I'm not affected by you," you declare, your voice steady despite the pounding of your heart.
"We'll see about that," Satoru growls. He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Then I'll prove you wrong."
He leans down, his breath hot on your ear as he whispers. "Right now."
With that, Satoru's hands skim down, gripping the hem of your skirt. He bunches it up around your hips and cups your soaked, cloth-covered cunt. Your hips buck involuntarily, and you gasp up at him, surprise and desire flashing in your eyes.
"Your pussy doesn't seem to hate me as much as you do, sweetheart," Satoru murmurs, his thumb rubbing slow circles over your clit through the fabric. "Still want to argue that you're not affected when you're dripping wet because of me?"
You tip your head back against the wall with a soft thud, baring your throat to him. Satoru takes the invitation, leaning down to leave a trail of wet kisses along your exposed column.
"Didn't I say not to hurt that pretty head of yours?" Satoru chuckles, nipping at your neck. "I don't want you to lose debates to me... sweetheart."
You groan, muttering between soft breaths, "Shut up."
Satoru smiles against your neck, kissing his way up to your jaw, his lips hovering above yours. His hot breath hits your lips as he whispers, "Make me."
You lost it. Screw your hate for him, the way he makes you feel is too much to resist. You wrapped your arms around his neck and crashed your mouth against his in a filthy, hungry kiss. Your tongues and teeth clashed against his, eager and demanding.
Satoru's hand moves to tangle in your hair, gently tugging your head back to get better access to your mouth. Your eyes flutter closed as he kisses you, so filthy yet tenderly. His tongue explores every inch of your mouth while his fingers comb through your hair.
You both pull back, a string of saliva connecting your mouths. Your breaths mingle, his forehead pressing against yours, his glasses fogged up.
"Who knew nerds were this good?" you tease breathlessly, giving him a quick, chaste kiss.
Satoru chuckles low and moves to whisper against your ear, "This nerd is good at a lot of things... like tongue-fucking you till you squirt all over my mouth." He says, his tongue darting out to lick your ear, making you shudder.
You laugh breathlessly and shake your head. "No way, you can't... we only have, like-2 minutes left."
"Are you doubting me?" Satoru says, dropping to his knees in front of you. He grips your leg and wraps it around his broad shoulder.
"It's entirely impossible... you can't," you say, a confident smile playing on your lips.
Satoru looks up at you, grinning. "Hold this," he says, slowly taking off his glasses and holding them out to you.
You give him a confused look. "Why...?" you ask, bewildered.
Satoru kisses your inner thigh, making you shiver. He then slides your panties to the side, causing your breath to hitch.
"Because," Satoru says, pressing a gentle kiss to your clit, making you bite your bottom lip to stifle a moan, "I don't like it when my glasses fog up when I'm eating my meal."
Satoru licks up to your clit, then drags his tongue between your folds to your entrance. He gives it two gentle pushes of his tongue before delving it fully into your tight hole. A moan slips past your lips, and your fingers fly to fist in his hair.
Satoru doesn't stop, his tongue thrusting in and out of you, his hands squeezing your ass, urging you to grind against his face. His nose presses deliciously against your clit, and you can't help but move your hips side to side to rub your clit on his nose.
"Fuck-ahh- feels so good," you moaned, "S-satoru-mmmm-ahh"
Satoru groans against you in approval, then withdraws his tongue to suck your clit, making you gasp. He plunges it back inside, expertly lapping at your G-spot, sending waves of pleasure through you.
"Oh-yes-just like that," you moan, your eyes threatening to roll back. You grind your clit against his nose, seeking more pressure.
Satoru feels your cunt clench around his tongue, and he digs his fingers into your hips, fucking you with his tongue in rapid, desperate thrusts. Suddenly, you scream. Your orgasm rips through you, and you flood his face with your release.
Satoru groans, swallowing your juices greedily. "Fuck, you taste so good," he growls, licking and sucking your pussy clean, not wanting to waste a single drop.
You stumble forward, the intensity of the moment making you dazed and dizzy. Satoru catches you, pulling you against his chest and pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your neck.
"Don't pass out on me now, darling," he chuckles softly, looking down at you in his arms.
"I'm fine," you say, burying your face in his neck to hide your flushed cheeks.
"Hmm... I know," he chuckles, nipping your earlobe. "That's why you're standing up perfectly upright, right?"
A few minutes later, Shoko knocks on the closet door.
"Yo, guys! Seven minutes are up," she calls out.
"You sure they didn't kill each other in there?" Suguru asks from beside her.
"We're fine," Satoru smiles, smoothing down your skirt and your hair.
"You know I'm not done with you," he says, pressing his hips against yours to show you just how hard he is and how much he needs you.
You smirk and tiptoe to wrap your arms around his neck.
"And?" you tease, your voice low.
"Come back home with me, where I can fuck you with no time limit."
You slide his glasses back on. "But don't you have studies to do?" you ask, grinning softly at him before moving your lips to his jaw.
"I can multitask, sweetheart" he grins back, his eyes crinkling at the corners, sending a flutter to your stomach. He pulls you closer, turning his face to catch your lips with his in a kiss that promises what's about to come.
𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃
AN: i’m so sleepy… imma go hug my pillow and pretend it’s nerdjo. 😔
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