The Qb’s Nerdy Addiction Novels & Stories

And I hope they get over whatever overprotectiveness is making them act insane. “Oh. You’re watching that movie again,” I murmur when I finally focus enough to look at the TV, squinting slightly at the familiar scenes, “Bram’s a fucking nerd. He’s obsessed with it.” “Hey, don’t be mean. I’m not obsessed,” Bram corrects from above me, sounding deeply offended, “Just very into it.” “That’s literally the same thing,” I mumble, already settling deeper into him, my cheek pressing into his chest as if this is the most normal thing in the world.

Her mouth curved slightly, then she turned away, lighting the butt of a cigarette with careless confidence before disappearing through a side door. Penny exhaled shakily. “I think I just lost five years of my life.” I didn’t respond. My thoughts were already racing ahead, mapping something I didn’t fully understand yet. Three queens. And somehow, without trying, I had already met two of them. As we headed for class, one thought settled heavily in my chest, quiet but insistent. Newton Prep wasn’t just a school. It was a game of chess. I was a pawn. And whether I liked it or not, I had already been placed on the board.

“You’re so extra, I swear.” “Extra is my brand, baby.” He scooted over so I could slide in beside him. Across from us, Riley was already demolishing her salad like it personally offended her. She’s my other best friend. A total nerd like me but a complete vegetarian freak. I could never be a vegetarian but I'm sure you already know that. Riley looked up mid-bite. “Hey, Mia. I heard someone say that Kathleen went crazy on you by the lockers earlier. What the hell did she do?”

I felt terrible about what she had to go through growing up, all I wanted to do was protect her and I felt as if I had already failed, because she grew up with this monster. So, I tried another attempt to stay away from her, but then here I was offering to take her to work and helping her get another job. After that first kiss, I knew I couldn't stop. I wanted to stay away, but I couldn't and every day I was with her I wanted to know more about her. I wanted to know all of her favourites, all of her hates. Every time I see the colour orange, which is her favourite colour, all I could do is think about her. How annoying, right? To think of a person every time you see this particular colour. I

Oh my God ! ** NOTE TO THE READERS: THE BOOK FOR JOY AND LEX’S COMPLETE STORY IS TITLED “MY NERD MATE” WHICH IS EXCLUSIVELY AVAILABLE ON D****E. YOU CAN READ ABOUT IT IF YOU ARE INTERESTED TO KNOW MORE FOR CURIOSITY SAKE. HOWEVER, NOT READING ABOUT IT WILL NOT DISTURB THE FLOW OF THIS STORY. SO KEEP READING AND ENJOY ! **

~~~~~ “Yo, y’all check out Nerd of the Year. Got a tattoo to feel better about yourself?” I twirled the basketball in my hand, staring down the kid who seemed to piss me off for no reason other than the fact that he existed. He flinched. “It’s not a tattoo.” As the school’s golden boy—quarterback, prom king, all the clichés—I had power. And I abused it. No one stopped me. They laughed with me. That was worse. “Sure it isn’t,” I smirked, and let the ball fly. It cracked his glasses clean in half. His books spilled. His body followed.

“Devil candies? It's that what it's called now?” Shrugging, “Who cares? It can take any name it chooses. Isn't it responsible for heightening your mood, and fucking your shit up like the devil does?” Quincy glares at me. “Yeah. That sounds like someone I know.” He massaged the side of his head, wincing. “Look, it's fine, okay?,” I replied. “You just weren’t built for it.” He tries to stand properly. Tries. Fails.

He quickly added which made me chuckle. "Uhm, I don't really have hobbies. All I do is read, unfortunately." I told him, saying my words slowly. I was a pretty boring person and had nothing interesting going on in my life, that wasn't really hard to notice. I was a nerd but I just refused to join any science or math club in school because Phoebe was the leader of them all. If I ever joined those groups, it meant I was looking for war. She would think I would eventually steal the position of the leader from her.

They paid double when we kissed and swapped their cum between our mouths. Back home, the addiction consumed us completely. We loved it. The soreness between our legs after a long night, the sticky feeling of dried cum on our skin, the way our pussies throbbed with memories of being stretched and used. “We’re addicted, baby,” Mom moaned one night as she ground her clit against mine after a particularly brutal session with four clients. “And I fucking love it. Your dad’s death left me empty. You filled me with this… this fire.”

" He winked at her. He kissed her forehead and hugged her tightly and both of them confessed: "I love you, My nerd." "I love you, My bad boy." **HAPPY ENDING**