✰ nerd!gojo getting his first blowjob
You kneel between Gojo's spread legs in the dim glow of his dorm room, the only light coming from the blue flicker of his laptop screen on the desk behind him. His textbooks and scattered notes are pushed aside in a messy pile—evidence of the "study session" that had quickly spiraled into something else entirely.
Satoru Gojo, the tall lanky nerd with the messy white hair and those ridiculous round glasses that always slip down his nose, is staring down at you with wide, shocked blue eyes. His cheeks are flushed crimson and his hands grip the edge of the bed so tightly his knuckles are pale.
You've already tugged his sweatpants and boxers down just enough and his cock is right there—hard, flushed and twitching under your gaze. he's bigger than you expected for someone who acts so shy about everything physical, he was long and pretty with a slight upward curve.
"W-wait—are you really...?" his voice cracks, barely above a whisper. He swallows hard, adam's apple bobbing. "You don't have to do this if...ah!"
You lean in and press a soft, teasing kiss to the tip. His entire body jolts like he's been shocked, a broken little whimper slipping out before he can stop it.
"Oh my god," he breathes, voice shaky.
Encouraged, you drag your tongue slowly up the underside of his length, tracing the vein there. Gojo's hips twitch forward involuntarily and he lets out another soft, embarrassed whimper, trying to muffle it behind his hand.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—fuck, your mouth is so warm," he stammers, glasses fogging up slightly at the edges.
You look up at him through your lashes, wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock. He's rock hard and already leaking a little at the tip. You swirl your tongue around the head, tasting the salty bead there and his head falls back with a strangled moan.
"Nngh—! Don't look at me like that while you're doing that," he whines, voice pitching higher.
His free hand hovers uncertainly in the air before gently threading into your hair, not pushing, just holding on like he needs the anchor. "You're gonna kill me. I'm serious."
He talks too much. To shut up him, you take him deeper, sliding your lips down halfway, hollowing your cheeks as you suck. Another whimper tears from his throat, raw and needy. His hips jerking.
You hum around him, the vibration making his thighs tremble. His fingers tighten gently in your hair as you start to bob your head, taking more of him each time, working your hand on what doesn't fit.
"Nghh-.. ahh, fuck...your tongue, the way you're sucking," Gojo whimpers, voice cracking adorably. He's trying so hard to stay quiet, but little breathy moans keep escaping anyway. "You're so good at this. How are you so good? I feel like I should be the one making you feel good, not the other way around."
He's breathing hard now, chest rising and falling rapidly under his oversized hoodie. Every time you take him deeper, tip grazing the back of your throat, he lets out these sweet, sounds—half-whimpers, half gasps that go straight between your legs.
"God, your mouth is perfect. Warm and soft and—oh fuck...right there, please, just like that."
You pull off for a second to catch your breath, stroking him firmly with your hand, thumb rubbing over the slick head. Gojo whines at the loss of your mouth, hips chasing after you pathetically.
"Pplease don't stop," he begs, voice hoarse and trembling. His glasses are completely fogged now; he pushes them up with a shaky hand, revealing those wide, glassy blue eyes locked on you.
"You sure do talk alot y'know?" You smile up at him before sinking back down, taking him as deep as you can, relaxing your throat around him. Gojo's whimper turns into a full moan, louder than before.
"I-i do..? I'm sorry—ngh, im so close," His hand tightens in your hair, as his thighs start to shake. "C-can I? Please?"
You hummed in approval, sucking harder, pushing him over the edge. Gojo cums with a choked cry, hips stuttering as he spills down your throat in hot pulses. He's whimpering the whole time, moaning your name.
When it's over, he slumps back on the bed, chest heaving, looking completely wrecked—hair messier than usual, glasses askew, face flushed all the way to his ears. You pull off slowly, swallowing and he stares at you in awe.
"That was...I have no words." he mumbles, voice hoarse. He reaches down with shaky fingers to brush some hair out of your face, shy again now that the high is fading. "Can I please you next..? I'd like to try," he asks shyly.
You blushed, a smile finding your face as you licked your lips. "Mmm..yeah. Let's teach you yeah?"
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