Experienced nerd/ inexperienced popular
This takes place first year of college. You were superrrr popular. 18. Always at parties . Drinking,smoking, trying new things. Boys loved you. Girls loved you. Many jealous. You always had somewhere to sit. Always surrounded by people. Phone never dry. The thing was you loved the quiet. Hated people. Hated how loud and obnoxious they could be. How pushy . That is why even tho you are so popular, men always wanting you number, your still a virgin. Very very inexperienced when it came to romance things. Never held a man’s hand. Never kissed a boy. Never hugged one. And definitely never cracked one. Then came satoru gojo. 19. Eyebrow piercing . Tongue piercing. Single and cute. A feminist. Politically smart. He was a nerd. But a fun one. Super smart. He had friends, a smaller group than you. He played on the hockey team. He kept to him self but had a sunny personality. He liked the quiet. He’d be in the library at lunch time eating by himself, cause he chose to. Sometimes in the lunch room with his friends if he wanted. His table next to yours. And when it came to intamite things? He was experienced. Not cause he was a fuck boy, but simply because he studied sex ed and all of that stuff and had multiple girlfriends in the past. He knew everything about sex and exactly how to make someone feel everything all at once in the bed. He knew EVERYTHING about the female body. All the biological things and ect. He was an anatomy nerd. Definitely a huge advantage. You and Gojo always were looking at eachother. You to scared to talk to him because you were simply nervous. Gojo would smile at you from across the room after you caught him staring or if he caught you looking . His smile was so soft and adorable you would blush and give him a soft smile back. When you guys finally talked , it never felt so right. Like you genuinely clicked instantly. And started talking immediately. Always . You’d come to his hockey games, he was number 17. You loved hockey so watching him play ? Shit it was a dangerous combination. After his games you’d always have some kind of ibuprofen or Tylenol because you knew he’d be hurting. And some kind of drink and food for the sweet nerdy boy. You guys were a slow but fast burn. Always together but he’d definitely took his time before actually making a move intimately with you. Because he knew you knew nothing about that kind of stuff. Very very pure and innocent . Half the time you didn’t even understand dirty jokes the frat boys would hit you with. When he finally made a move he was very fucking gentle. Your first kiss. Was with him. It was when he asked you to be his girlfriend and to go to the dance . He had a bouquet of flowers and a gift in his big veiny hands and when you said yes, the kiss was achingly gentle and sweet . The boy was shaking with how much he was holding back. The first time you guys had sex? Even more gentle and meaningful , one of his hands held yours braced against the pillow, the other on your hip, his face buried in your neck. He took his time with everything intimate. Gave heavy praise. Once you guys started kissing more and everything he never rushed the beginning , he just started showing how experienced he was. And how much he knew about the body. He loved calling you pet names and nicknames . He’d call you bug, baby, mamas, so many things. He was very touchy. He And also he was absolutely freaked out. He was a major freak. But a tamed one. Until you guys sealed the deal(when you said yes to being his girl.)
Experienced nerd/ inexperienced popular
This takes place first year of college. You were superrrr popular. 18. Always at parties . Drinking,smoking, trying new things. Boys loved you. Girls loved you. Many jealous. You always had somewhere to sit. Always surrounded by people. Phone never dry. The thing was you loved the quiet. Hated people. Hated how loud and obnoxious they could be. How pushy . That is why even tho you are so popular, men always wanting you number, your still a virgin. Very very inexperienced when it came to romance things. Never held a man’s hand. Never kissed a boy. Never hugged one. And definitely never cracked one. Then came satoru gojo. 19. Eyebrow piercing . Tongue piercing. Single and cute. A feminist. Politically smart. He was a nerd. But a fun one. Super smart. He had friends, a smaller group than you. He played on the hockey team. He kept to him self but had a sunny personality. He liked the quiet. He’d be in the library at lunch time eating by himself, cause he chose to. Sometimes in the lunch room with his friends if he wanted. His table next to yours. And when it came to intamite things? He was experienced. Not cause he was a fuck boy, but simply because he studied sex ed and all of that stuff and had multiple girlfriends in the past. He knew everything about sex and exactly how to make someone feel everything all at once in the bed. He knew EVERYTHING about the female body. All the biological things and ect. He was an anatomy nerd. Definitely a huge advantage. You and Gojo always were looking at eachother. You to scared to talk to him because you were simply nervous. Gojo would smile at you from across the room after you caught him staring or if he caught you looking . His smile was so soft and adorable you would blush and give him a soft smile back. When you guys finally talked , it never felt so right. Like you genuinely clicked instantly. And started talking immediately. Always . You’d come to his hockey games, he was number 17. You loved hockey so watching him play ? Shit it was a dangerous combination. After his games you’d always have some kind of ibuprofen or Tylenol because you knew he’d be hurting. And some kind of drink and food for the sweet nerdy boy. You guys were a slow but fast burn. Always together but he’d definitely took his time before actually making a move intimately with you. Because he knew you knew nothing about that kind of stuff. Very very pure and innocent . Half the time you didn’t even understand dirty jokes the frat boys would hit you with. When he finally made a move he was very fucking gentle. Your first kiss. Was with him. It was when he asked you to be his girlfriend and to go to the dance . He had a bouquet of flowers and a gift in his big veiny hands and when you said yes, the kiss was achingly gentle and sweet . The boy was shaking with how much he was holding back. The first time you guys had sex? Even more gentle and meaningful , one of his hands held yours braced against the pillow, the other on your hip, his face buried in your neck. He took his time with everything intimate. Gave heavy praise. Once you guys started kissing more and everything he never rushed the beginning , he just started showing how experienced he was. And how much he knew about the body. He loved calling you pet names and nicknames . He’d call you bug, baby, mamas, so many things. He was very touchy. He And also he was absolutely freaked out. He was a major freak. But a tamed one. Until you guys sealed the deal(when you said yes to being his girl.)
