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Gojo Satoru, a name familiar to all within Jujutsu University, or otherwise known as the Campus Digimon Nerd. He has quite the notable reputation, but for better or for worse? Well, that would depend on who exactly you asked. While some viewed him as some weird anime freak (they weren't too far off) with abnormal features, like his snow-blanket hair and crystal ocean orbs. Talk about an extreme blonde, maybe he was the japanese Dally Winston? But there were others, a majority of those who knew him even, that found him quite the heart-throb. Despite his clearly unique features, he wasn't exactly ugly. No, just a freak. A tall, rich, anti-social, obsessive freak with an insane face card. Oh, and how could one forget, as if being an attractive Otaku wasn't enough, he's hella smart too.
You knew because he shared a physics class with you, always eager to raise his hand and answer the most complex, brain-fumbling questions. Despite having the same class at the same time, you two have never spoken to each other. Hell, you wouldn't be surprised if he had never even known of your very existence. You had your own separate lives, probably fated to never acknowledge each other.
That's what you thought, but of course life likes to mess with you.
One Monday morning, a rainy Monday morning, you walked into the large classroom and instinctively walked towards your usual seat, the fourth row all the way to the end, by the window. As usual, you were around 10 minutes early and so you began with your class routine; taking out needed notebooks, your pencil case, your very-much-needed coffee already at the corner of your side of the row table, and your small stack of sticky notes, for some easy neatness.
With 5 minutes remaining before class began, he came in. Tall, dashing, and nerdy as ever, with his Digimon themed notebooks held close to his chest like a personal shield against socializing. His crystal blue eyes, shielded by his big black glasses scanned the room nervously like he was a cowardly burglar watching out for cameras or booby traps. ‘Is he really that shy?’ you think to yourself. He scurried off to his seat all the way in the back behind you, to the fifth row, seat by the window. Seems like you two are somewhat alike.
You didn't realize that you had tilted your head to glance back at him, until his ocean blue orbs stared back at you curiously like a lost puppy, his face a little flushed. Despite your eyes widening a little at your sudden realization, you still held your gaze a little longer, like something inside you held you away from pulling back. Like a sailor trapped and forced to hear the siren's melodic hypnosis. That if the siren was a nerdy little big, freaky dude. Snapping out of it, you offer an apologetic glance and turn forward, towards the front of the classroom.
Man, that sure was awkward, ‘he probably thought I was a weirdo or something…’ you gulped and tried to get your mind to focus as the professor finally entered the, now, full room.
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Let's cut to the chase. Long story short, your professor had assigned the class a small project to complete over fall break. Nothing too harsh for the sake of the holidays, but not exactly a piece of cake. Of course, you should know by now that the universe loves to pull hidden strings here and there to surprise you. And so indeed, you had the Gojo Satoru assigned as your partner for your mini physics project. The two of you awkwardly shared numbers after class, and agreed to meet in Gojo’s dorm to begin working on it.
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So how did you two end up like this?
“n-ngh…”
“f-fuck….”
All you could hear in the Digimon-themed bedroom were soft whimpers and hushed breathing. The two of you were surrounded by a choke-threatening amount of anime posters, shelves, as in plural, full of figures in questionable poses, manga collections with some even being so unrecognizably niche, even some limited Digimon items Satoru must have bought online. You never would have thought that you would find yourself like this; making out in a digimon-themed bedroom…Not that you were complaining though.
You hungrily kissed back Satoru, your right hand latching onto the back of his head, into the dainty snow locks of hair. He moaned softly into the kiss and tried his best to reciprocate. How adorable.
“a-ah…fuck..! I never t-thought that I would e-experience this..!"
He whined as you gave a few experimental grinds while on his lap. Once. Twice. More? He hesitantly brought up his hands, and unexpectedly gave your breasts a gentle squeeze, as a deep groan of satisfaction left his gaping glossy lips. You whimpered and paused your motions, focusing on catching your breath after pulling back from the kiss, to be drawn back in like a magnet.
This Digimon Nerd must be some kind of aphrodisiac.
How did you guys even get here? One minute he was excitedly sharing about where he got his questionable anime figures and his favorite Digimon characters, and now you two were making out. You were making out with the Satoru Gojo. Who turns out to be a huge fucking virgin.
At least that wasn't the only thing huge…
This cock, was possibly the most freakish thing about him. Even with his grey sweats as a barrier, you could feel the outline of it, and it's overwhelming intensity. Your panties were long gone, you don't even remember how exactly you found yourself without them. You don't see them anywhere either, but you recall noticing a hint of movement from the corner of your eye earlier, of Satoru pocketing something too similarly lacey like your panties. ‘Definitely a pervert’ , you thought as if it bothered you. When you grinded once more, as your left hand traveled up to cradle his face, he suddenly groaned and you felt a sudden puddle against your crotch. Your pupils widened and immediately dragged down, to find that….he already came?
Gojo was flushed red as a tomato as he whined and looked away in embarrassment.
“O-oh my God..! I-im so sorry, i-i didn't..- i-i don't..!-”
“Nah, d-don't worry about it…”
Instead of feeling disgusted, you found yourself not minding a bit, fuck, maybe even loving that fact that he came in his pants after you gave him a few grinds. You palmed his crotch while peppering kisses along his jawline.
“You're not that experienced, aren't you..? Want me to help ya out and show you some things?”
He gave a small nod, all wide-eyed and shy, like he was saying 'really??' He absentmindedly fixed his glasses to sit properly on his face. He swallowed down embarrassment and hacked up courage instead, to give a steady response that wasn't as trembling as before.
“G-go for it, I-im a quick learner…”